"Shizune, go out for a moment, and don't let anyone else come near."
Shizune: "?"
Shizune's mind went blank when she heard Tsunade say that.
None of them were innocent little rabbits who understood nothing. Of course she understood what Tsunade meant.
She was being told to stand guard.
'But… this is the Hokage's office!'
'Do they have to be so brazen?'
'Lady Tsunade, you're the HOKAGE!"
Then again, she quickly remembered. Those two had already done plenty of sneaky things in this office over the past year.
She would occasionally find some of Tsunade's freshly changed, still damp undergarments in the office bathroom.
'Unforgivable!'
Shizune's fist clenched subconsciously.
'This is simply bullying!'
Tsunade noticed Shizune's stubborn expression and raised an eyebrow.
"What? Shizune, are you disobeying me now?"
Under Tsunade's death glare, Shizune's rising anger collapsed instantly. She bit her lip, looking pitiful.
"I just thought… since you're going to run an experiment, wouldn't a control group be better?"
"Hm?", Tsunade's gaze sharpened, staring at Shizune, who didn't dare look back.
'This unfilial disciple, has playing with Konan given her ideas?'
'Is she planning to climb on top of her teacher too?'
"I-I was just saying casually," Shizune said weakly.
Then she walked out of the office and even thoughtfully closed the door.
But the moment the door shut, she shot Aoba a fierce glare.
Aoba's lips twitched helplessly.
"Sensei, isn't that too harsh on Shizune?"
Tsunade rolled her eyes, "Then go find Shizune, why don't you?"
"Uh!"
Aoba didn't answer. He simply held the soft round object in his hands again.
If he really chose Shizune, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Shizune was far easier to coax than Tsunade.
And he showed different sides of his personality in front of different girls.
In front of Tsunade, he was forever the obedient student.
"Heh!"
Tsunade snorted and slapped away his wandering hand.
She pushed her chair back slightly, opened a drawer, and took out a test tube.
Then she slid her smooth, pale right foot out of her high-heeled sandal, crossing her plump right leg over her left.
Her toned, voluptuous leg squeezed slightly, causing soft curves to shift.
"For a perverted brat like you, this should be enough."
Aoba froze, eyes widening, "Sensei, this is abuse!"
"Really? I doubt it."
Tsunade lifted that smooth, bare foot and kicked toward him.
But he caught it easily.
Tsunade didn't show much reaction, but when she tried pulling her foot back, Aoba had been prepared. He locked his hand around her ankle and pulled her into his arms.
"Looks like you're enjoying this quite a bit."
Tsunade's expression soured. Having her foot caught so easily irritated her.
"I'm not. I'm just checking Sensei's foot hygiene."
Aoba said with mock seriousness.
He wasn't disgusted by this stuff, but he wasn't one of those foot freaks who liked sweaty feet trapped in boots all day. He wasn't that kind of weirdo.
So he always checked properly before using them.
A bad premonition rose in Tsunade's mind. This brat was definitely plotting something again.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Aoba held her right foot and slid his fingers between her toes, gently kneading.
This brat said he didn't like it, but his hands were more honest than anyone's.
She remembered when he was little, every time they sparred, he asked her to take her shoes off.
She had thought he was afraid of injury.
Only later did she realize the brat had already developed fetishistic ambitions.
Since childhood, this kid had harbored unspeakable intentions toward her feet.
Fortunately, in recent years she had become very strict about foot hygiene. Every time she left home, she washed thoroughly.
Otherwise, imagine the disgrace, a Hokage's disciple dying of foot odor exposure… people would laugh themselves to death.
The brat didn't care about shame, but she, as the teacher, did.
Thinking of this, Tsunade looked at Aoba's fiery-eyed engrossment as he played with her toes, and despite herself, her lips curved.
She raised her other free leg and kicked it toward his face as well.
Although she didn't quite understand his hobby, she felt a strange joy knowing he liked her body.
Of course, her feet were beautiful.
Presented with such an offering, Aoba didn't hold back. He took hold of her other foot as well.
After a moment of thought, he pressed the soles together. It would make things more convenient.
Tsunade gave him a sideways glance, cheeks slightly flushed. She no longer cared what he was doing and simply closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair.
"Hurry up. Someone might come."
"Oh, I'll try."
"..."
"Brat, what is wrong with you today?"
Even Tsunade, who only lay there, couldn't help complaining at the prolonged time.
"Maybe it's the constitution. These two days it's been the same with Konan and Yugao," Aoba said helplessly.
Tsunade frowned. This wouldn't do. Someone might come any moment.
And at this rate, she was losing all feeling in her feet.
"Wait! What are you doing?"
"Sensei, this is faster."
While she was still thinking, Aoba lifted her off the chair.
Then sat down himself.
Even though she questioned him, Tsunade didn't resist while he held her, only pretending to push him away slightly.
With Shizune standing guard outside, and knowing the brat wouldn't actually humiliate her publicly, she didn't feel restrained.
Still, she was the Hokage. How could she allow this brat to do whatever he wanted in the Hokage's office?
"Brat, I'm the Hokage here!"
"That's why I'm putting Sensei on top."
Aoba lifted her a little higher, making the difference in position even clearer.
Tsunade clenched her teeth, fists tightening on his shoulders.
"Lewd brat, you'll regret this!"
She scolded him in mock anger, but her body was very honest.
Maybe she just wanted to regain control and preserve some Hokage dignity.
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