Not far from the outskirts of the center of Sand Hidden Village, in a pitch-black house.
Pakura lay on the bed, quietly listening to the howling wind and sand outside.
She suddenly touched her head, her cold and beautiful face seeming to carry a hint of confusion.
"Strange, why did some odd images flash through my mind just now?"
"Chiyo the Elder ordered all ninjas today to begin searching for the Third Hokage's whereabouts across the entire Wind Country. How could such a thing possibly happen?"
"Rasa had already stopped this decision today, and everyone agreed with it."
The cold, puzzled mutterings echoed through the silent house, nearly reaching the outside before being drowned out by the sound of wind and sand.
After taking a shower, Rasa lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and silently hoped for a good dream tonight.
Preferably one involving Tsunade.
Because just this afternoon, Rasa had fantasized about her, and it was the most vivid moment.
Rasa indeed had a very good dream as he had wished.
In the dream, he had a harem of over a hundred women. If he were to choose any one of them from his previous life and take a few photos with his phone, it would go viral online.
He indulged himself day and night in the dream. Fucking the most powerful, and beautiful of women.
Double, triple, and quadruple orgy sessions, sister-brother combinations, master-apprentice pairings, virgin mothers, and various role-playing scenarios were all explored.
Just as Rasa was arranging Pakura into a mating press and preparing to enter her shaved pussy with his little brother, he suddenly spotted Tsunade entering his room.
Upon seeing Tsunade, Rasa's eyes lit up—he had indeed dreamed of her.
"You'll watch as I fuck one of your new sisters right, slut?"
Rasa whispered, his tone commanding which cowered Pakura a little as she nodded.
Satisfied with Pakura's obedience, Rasa nodded and willed his power.
Strings of snake-like rough course gold dust rose up, and tied Pakura around the woman's four limbs and neck, arousing her further.
Pakura watched as her husband slowly approached Tsunade, her pussy dripping with a clear liquid.
When Tsunade saw Rasa like this, her face flushed red, and she instinctively covered her self with both hands, snarling:
"You ungrateful child! How dare you look at your foster mother like that, and you're not even wearing clothes! What do you think you're doing? Your wife is right there"
"Of course I want to fuck you! Plus you're the one who barged into my room without knocking"
After saying this, Rasa forced Tsunade, who was shouting, "No, you're my foster child!" , and "No, Pakura is right there!" futilely, to the edge of the bed.
Then Rasa pried open the hands that were covering her chest and bound them together, his eyes drifted to his floating whore of a wife with a smirk.
This only aroused Pakua further as she felt Rasa's sand string construct tightening.
Her pussy started gushing further, while Rasa marvelled at the way his wife puckered other hole twitches
"Master, please hurry, and grant Tsunade your seed!"
"What are you saying daughter-in-law? This is your husband!"
Rasa smiled at their exchange but didn't say anything. He then used his left hand to firmly hold Tsunade delicate hands in place.
After doing all this, Rasa's right hand tore off Tsunade's clothes, causing the buttons to snap off!
Her two ginormous tits, larger than his head, burst free from their clothing and sprang out suddenly.
The melons, emitting a fragrant scent, bounced directly onto Rasa's face, making a "plop" sound, revealing the erected pink nips beneath
Rasa stared at the sight before him, swallowed hard, and buried his head between the two soft jade like teats, before he moved his mouth onto one of her nipple, and started sucking greedily.
"Aaaah! You ungrateful child! How dare you treat your adopted mother like this!"
Rasa heard Tsunade's moan, her voice filled with sorrow and frustration. But underneath it, there was a hint of lust, and joy.
Looking at the expression on her face—a mix of humiliation and excitement—Rasa's "little brother" immediately swelled up.
This dream was actually a role-playing scenario. After all, no one understands oneself better than oneself.
Ignoring her feigned admonition Ras sucked on the peach with all his might. Which only seemed to make the woman moan harder, droptlets of tears started forming on the corner of her eyes
Rasa sucked hard, making popping, and slurping sound, while his hand traced slow circle above her other free nipple.
Rasa looked at Tsunade's expression with a sneer and laughed.
"Is that so? But your body isn't reacting that way, foster mother."
"Shut up! Anyone would react like this if they were being toyed with like this!"
"Is that so? Then why aren't you struggling?"
Rasa said, but before his "mother" could speak up, she silenced her with a searing hot kiss
His tounges forcefully enter the woman's mouth.
Despite all her resistance, Tsunade didn't resist as Rasa explored her mouth.
His tounge sloshed around, intertwining with her's, before exploring her oral region throughly, going from her gum to her pearly white teeth
Although it was mayhaps too short before Rasa forcefuly seprate from her by pushing his "mother", a bridge of saliva dripped down on the woman's jade like breast.
Tsunade's face was flushed red; her clothes covered in sweat. She breathed heavily as she looked down at Rasa lying on top of her, exclaiming angrily:
"I am your mother, stop this at once Rasa!"
"You said that, but you didn't struggle one bit"
"I did struggle desperately, but you, you unfilial son, are so strong. How could a weak woman like me possibly break free?"
"You're a weak woman? You, Tsunade, who possesses Kage-level strength, actually calls herself a weak woman? Don't make me laugh"
"I..."
Rasa listened to Tsunade's feeble defense, growing even more excited. He never expected the woman from his dreams to say something that aroused him even more.
Tsunade suddeny felt her nipples twisted roughly, the pain causing tears to flow uncontrollably from her eyes.
After admiring the beautiful scenery, Rasa ignored Tsunade's desperate struggles, and his Pakura's increasing effort to break out of the restrain on her arms.
No doubt, his woman was trying to masturbate at the erotic scene of her husband dominating her mother-in-law
Rasa effortlessly ripped all of his "mother"'s clothes.
Gazing at the snow-white, jade-like body before him, and the smooth, jade-like wet pussy with a blonde tuff of hair neatly situated above her, such a breathtaking sight overwhelmed him.
Rasa could no longer contain himself. He turned the woman over to his wife's direction, and thrusted forward slightly, accompanied by Tsunade's pained cry, Rasa's little brother penetrated the woman's fold, but then everything was gone.
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Just as things reached their climax, he suddenly woke up from the dream.
Rasa looked around with an odd expression.
He then pulled back the blankets, gazing at his already spent penis and the sticky underwear.
"It's always like this—I always wake up at the most critical moment."
"But this dream was particularly vivid. Pakura, and Tsunade's expressions in the dream were so realistic, almost like a lucid dream."
"Haha, role-playing, stepmother, and daughter in law with Tsunade, and Pakura—I actually had such an interesting dream."
"When I meet Tsunade in the future, after maxing out her affection, I'll try this too."
After muttering a few casual words, Rasa stood up, grabbed some spare clothes, and walked into the bathroom to shower.