The air shimmered as Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, materialized in front of Tsunade's home, the faint hum of his Flying Thunder God technique fading into the night. The moon hung low, casting a silver glow over the quiet Konoha streets, but urgency pulsed through Minato's veins.
As the second-in-command of the covert operation to conquer the Land of Fire, Tsunade needed to know about the seismic shift in their plans—the alliance with Fubuki, the daimyo's daughter, and the subtle, seductive strings attached. He adjusted his cloak, his mind still buzzing with the memory of Fubuki's dark green hair and her teasing touch, before pushing open the door.
Inside, the warm glow of lanterns illuminated the cozy interior, filled with the faint scent of medicinal herbs and sake. Minato's senses, razor-sharp, immediately detected another presence—a familiar chakra signature. Jiraiya, his old sensei, was in the process of removing his sandals at the entrance, his broad frame slightly hunched from years of wandering.
The Toad Sage's white hair was as wild as ever, his eyes glinting with mischief despite the late hour.
"It's still unbelievable to me," Jiraiya muttered, shaking his head as he straightened, unaware of Minato's arrival.
"What's unbelievable, Sensei?" Minato's voice cut through the quiet, smooth and commanding, as he stepped into the room, his yellow hair catching the lantern light like a beacon.
Jiraiya jolted, spinning around with a grin. "Well, damn! Didn't even sense you, kid! You've grown stronger since the last time I saw you—sneaking up on your old teacher like that." He clapped Minato on the shoulder, his hearty laugh filling the space. "Come in, come in. Let's catch up."
Before Minato could respond, a sultry voice interrupted from the hallway. "So, you haven't forgotten about me, have you?" Tsunade emerged, her blonde hair loose, framing her face like a golden halo. Her form-fitting robe hugged her curves, the neckline plunging just enough to draw the eye. She sauntered toward Minato, her amber eyes sparkling with playful warmth.
"How could I forget you, Tsunade?" Minato replied, his lips curving into a charming smile. He opened his arms, and she stepped into them, her embrace tight and lingering, her breasts pressing against his chest. He hugged her back, his hands resting on her lower back, a touch more intimate than necessary.
She's as radiant as ever, he thought. But this meeting isn't just about old flames—Fubuki's deal changes everything.
"Sit down, you two," Tsunade said, pulling back with a grin. "I'll grab some sake and snacks. Make yourselves at home." She swayed toward the kitchen, her hips moving with a deliberate grace that didn't escape either man's notice.
Jiraiya and Minato settled at the low table, the atmosphere relaxed but tinged with unspoken tension. "So, anything interesting happen?" Jiraiya asked, leaning back, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.
Minato's expression sobered. "Something did. It's about the Land of Fire conquest." He paused, gauging Jiraiya's reaction. "There's been a development."
Jiraiya's face darkened, his usual joviality replaced by a frown. He'd never approved of Minato's plan to unify the Land of Fire under Konoha's rule—a strategy that promised bloodshed and upheaval. "You know I don't agree with it," he said, his voice gruff. "Too much blood, too much chaos."
"I know, Sensei," Minato replied, his tone steady but firm. "But it has to happen. The daimyo's court is fractured, and other nations are circling like vultures. This is the only way to secure peace." He's still the same—idealistic, resistant to hard choices. But Fubuki's plan… it's less brutal. He might come around.
Jiraiya sighed, running a hand through his hair. He'd tried to sway Minato after the Nine Tails attack, when his student's ambition had hardened into something unrelenting, but the Yellow Flash was no longer the boy he'd trained.
Before he could argue further, Tsunade returned, balancing a tray of sake bottles and snacks—grilled fish, pickled vegetables, and rice crackers. She set them down with a flourish, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her cleavage.
"Even while serving food, you look as beautiful as ever, Tsunade," Jiraiya said, his grin returning, though his eyes lingered on her a touch too long.
"Oh, shut up, Jiraiya," she teased, rolling her eyes but smiling as she sat beside Minato, her thigh brushing his. The contact sent a spark through Minato, his thoughts flickering to the memory of her body pressed against his in the past. She's doing it on purpose—teasing, like always. But tonight, there's an edge to it.
Jiraiya poured himself a generous cup of sake, downing it in one gulp, his gaze flicking between Tsunade and Minato with a hint of jealousy. The trio drank and talked, the conversation weaving through village politics, old missions, and shared memories.
But as the sake flowed, the atmosphere grew looser, the alcohol loosening tongues and inhibitions.
"How could you do that to me, Minato?" Jiraiya suddenly bellowed, his face flushed from drink, his voice slurring but laced with raw emotion.
He pointed a shaky finger at his student, who sat with a relaxed charm, the alcohol only enhancing his rugged handsomeness—his blue eyes sharper, his jawline more defined.
"What are you talking about, Sensei?" Minato asked, leaning back, a bemused smile playing on his lips. He's drunk and emotional—probably about Tsunade. He's never let that go.
"Don't act like you don't know!" Jiraiya slurred, slamming his cup down. "You knew I liked her!" He gestured wildly at Tsunade, who was now perched on Minato's lap, her arm draped around his shoulders, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And yet you took her! My own student, stealing the woman I loved!"
Tsunade laughed, a rich, throaty sound, as she shifted in Minato's lap, her curves pressing against him. "Jiraiya, I never liked you that way, and you know it," she said, her voice teasing but firm. Minato's hand rested on her waist, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip, sending a shiver through her. He's so damn handsome like this—drunk, confident, mine. Let's see how far I can push this.
"She's right, Sensei," Minato said, his voice low, almost playful, though his touch on Tsunade grew bolder, his fingers tracing small circles on her skin. "You can't blame me for what she chose." He's jealous, but Tsunade's playing a game.
What's her angle tonight?
Jiraiya sulked, pouring another drink and downing it. "I knew that, but still—you shouldn't have done it." He glanced at Tsunade, now sipping sake from Minato's lap, her body relaxed against his. The sight stung, jealousy twisting in his gut. "I'm going home," he muttered, standing unsteadily.
"It's midnight, Jiraiya," Tsunade said, her tone softening but her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Stay. You don't want to stumble through Konoha like this."
Jiraiya scoffed, turning toward the door. "I don't want to watch you two being all lovey-dovey all night."
Tsunade's lips curled into a wicked smile. "What if you could see me naked, Jiraiya?" Her words hung in the air, provocative and daring, as she leaned back against Minato, her robe slipping further to reveal the swell of her breasts.
Jiraiya froze, his eyes wide with drunken enthusiasm. "Really? I can?" He nearly tripped over his own feet, his jealousy momentarily forgotten.
"There's a condition," Tsunade purred, grinding her hips subtly against Minato, who let out a low groan, his hands tightening on her waist. She's evil—teasing him like this. But damn, she feels good. "You can look, but you can't touch or speak. Just watch."
Jiraiya's jaw dropped, his face a mix of shock and anticipation. "Look, Minato, you said she never liked me, and now she's offering to let me see her naked—while sitting in your lap! How pathetic do you feel? Your woman wants to show her body to another man!" He let out a loud, taunting laugh, his drunken bravado taking over.
A tick mark appeared on Tsunade's forehead. In a flash, she grabbed the sake bottle and hurled it at Jiraiya's head, the impact sending him crashing to the floor with a thud. "Let me finish, you loser!" she snapped, standing up, her robe slipping further, revealing more of her toned thighs.
Jiraiya groaned, clutching his forehead, a trickle of blood mixing with his grin. "What's the condition? I'll do anything to see you naked!"
Tsunade smirked, straddling Minato's lap again, her hands roaming his chest. "You can watch me naked… while Minato fucks me." Her words hit like a lightning jutsu, and Jiraiya's eyes widened, his face paling as if he'd been struck again.
"You don't have to do me like that, Tsunade," he croaked, wiping the blood from his mouth, his voice a mix of awe and despair.
She leaned down, her lips brushing Minato's ear as she ground against him, her voice a sultry whisper. "Are you sure you want to miss this, Jiraiya? You'll never get another chance to see me like this." This'll break him—watching his student take what he's always wanted. Let's see that face.
"Okay, okay, I agree!" Jiraiya stammered, his drunken resolve crumbling under the weight of his desire. He slumped back into his chair, eyes locked on Tsunade.
Minato raised an eyebrow, his hands sliding up Tsunade's thighs, under her robe. "You don't mind him watching?" he asked, his voice low, a mix of curiosity and arousal. She's wild tonight—pushing boundaries even I didn't expect. But if she wants to play this game, I'm in.
"As long as he stays quiet and doesn't touch, I'm fine," Tsunade replied, her fingers untying her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her full breasts, her skin glowing in the lantern light. "Why? I think it's thrilling—my best friend watching his student fuck the woman he's always wanted. I want to see his face when I beg for your cock." She kissed Minato deeply, her tongue teasing his, her hips grinding harder.
Jiraiya's internal monologue was a storm of jealousy and awe: She's a devil—a sexy, evil bitch. Minato gets everything—power, women, her. So unfair. But I can't look away. Damn her. He gripped his sake cup.
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