[* 3rd Person POV *]
The real Hokage's voice still hung in the air like a blade when the suspended clone Robin wearing Tsunade's face and body let out a soft, breathless little laugh.
Even with the thick strap-on still buried in her ass, even with her massive breasts crushed against the concrete and her holes still twitching from continuous forced orgasms, she lifted her head as much as the position allowed and met the genuine article's furious golden eyes with a dazed, submissive, and unmistakably provocative smile.
"Yeah," she answered, voice hoarse and thick with leftover pleasure, "and what are you going to do about it… Konoha cowkage?"
The last word had barely left her lips.
Tsunade moved.
There was no dramatic declaration, no long speech. The air simply detonated around her. One step carried her from the tree line into the heart of the clearing in a blur of white and red. The first bandit who tried to raise a weapon never finished the motion her open palm met his chest and the man simply ceased to exist as a coherent shape, the impact turning him into a red mist that painted the nearest tents.
The shockwave of that single strike flattened three more men behind him and sent their bodies tumbling like ragdolls.
She did not stop.
Every movement was precise, efficient, and utterly catastrophic. A spinning heel kick erased an entire cluster of bandits who had been using one of the clones as a table; the clone herself was caught in the edge of the blast and dissolved into fading flower petals of chakra-like energy the Hana Hana no Mi's creations unable to withstand the sheer force.
Another group that had been bouncing stones off a human-bridge clone barely had time to look up before Tsunade's fist met the ground in front of them. The earth erupted in a perfect conical blast that launched them skyward; when they came back down they did not get up. The clone on the frame vanished in the same instant, scattering into glowing petals that drifted away on the sudden wind.
The Chuunin woman still buried inside the original fake tried to pull free and run. Tsunade's hand closed around her ankle from ten meters away through pure speed, yanked her forward, and drove a single punch into her midsection that folded the woman in half and sent her crashing through the ruined building's remaining wall in a cloud of dust and broken timber.
The clone that had been impaled on the strap-on dropped to the ground as the harness was ripped away, only to be struck by a casual backhand that dispersed her into another shower of petals.
One by one the remaining clones were erased.
The one still crawling with water buckets on her nipples was caught mid-circuit; Tsunade's foot came down on the ground beside her and the resulting crater swallowed both the clone and the nearest three bandits.
The cleavage-sleeve clone, the armchair clone, the living footrests each was systematically destroyed in the same merciless sweep. Flower petals filled the air like bizarre confetti as every copy created by the Devil Fruit was forcefully dispelled under the overwhelming pressure of the real Tsunade's chakra and physical power.
The bandits who tried to flee found no escape. Those who tried to fight lasted less than a second. By the time the last scream cut off, the clearing looked like a battlefield that had been hit by a natural disaster. Craters pockmarked the earth. Trees lay snapped and smoking.
Bodies or what remained of them were scattered in broken heaps. The tents were gone. The ruined building had partially collapsed. The only sound left was the crackle of a few remaining fires and the soft, wet breathing of a single figure.
Robin, still wearing Tsunade's form, knelt alone in the center of the devastation.
She was completely nude. The plugs had been forced out during the chaos. Cum, slime, spit, and her own fluids still streaked her skin and dripped from her heavy breasts and between her thighs.
Her long blonde hair hung in filthy tangles. She was trembling not only from the aftershocks of the continuous orgasms that had been ripped away mid-climax, but from the sudden, absolute absence of every clone and every man who had been using her.
The real Tsunade stood over her, haori barely ruffled, golden eyes still burning with cold fury. Residual chakra still shimmered around her fists. The difference in presence was absolute: one was a god who had just erased an entire camp, the other was a naked, used, desperate thing left kneeling in the ruins of her own game.
Robin looked up at her with wide, submissive, still faintly excited eyes, lips parted, waiting to see what the real Hokage would do now that there was no one left but the two of them.
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