In a small room, no more than 6 square meters, illuminated by only one light bulb, without windows and with a single door, there are two individuals sitting cross-legged on the floor, Tsunade, dressed in a thin white robe, and Akira, wearing his typical outfit of black cape and metal armor, which apparently does not bother him when he is sitting that way.
"Is it necessary to be in this claustrophobic room?" Tsunade asks, looking around.
"Let's say that this is also an experiment, to know the true scope of this aura in question," Akira responds, pointing to the metal plates mounted on the walls, "my intention is to see if we can amplify the results to the maximum. Each of these plates is a pink aura emitter and the focus is placed specifically where we are sitting."
"It doesn't sound like a very safe thing," the woman says apprehensively, "is it proven?"
"I've personally tested it on several occasions. However, you have an extremely large amount of chakra, so I expect much greater results. That's the reason I'm here, to take note and react to any problems," the man hands the woman a necklace with a large, circular metal medallion. "This medallion will prevent you from channeling your chakra freely if for some reason you lose control of your reason."
Tsunade inspects the medallion carefully, then asks, "Are you sure this is necessary?"
"Do you trust your power of self-control? Because if something bad happens and I have to control you in some way, I will have to use lethal force given the power everyone says you possess."
The woman thinks for a moment, then gives up and finally puts the necklace on. The effect is immediate and Tsunade takes on her original appearance, not very different from her normal self, except that her face shows the wrinkles of someone almost 60 years old, "I hope you know what you are doing."
"Me too," the man comments, activating a mechanism in the center of the room that activates all the metal plates, which begin to emit a dense pink aura. "Try to relax. Over time, you'll begin to feel strange sensations throughout your body, most often associated with pleasure."
Tsunade begins to get into a comfortable position, as she fully embraces the aura of all the plates together. "What happens when you don't feel pleasure?"
"You feel what one of our test subjects defined as extremely horny," the man replies playfully.
"Are you kidding me?" the woman reacts with a concerned tone.
"You still have time to repent."
Tsunade looks Akira in the eyes for a moment, as if trying to figure out that everything said is a joke, but seeing no changes in his attitude, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and hope for the best, "No problem, I can overcome any problem that comes my way, my willpower is unbreakable."
Minutes pass, and soon the woman seems to feel the aftereffects, feeling uncomfortable in some parts of her body and taking on a reddish hue all over her skin. The man, for his part, keeps his gaze on the woman and occasionally writes in a diary he pulls out from under his clothes.
After 30 minutes, Tsunade's face is completely flushed and her wrinkles are beginning to diminish. She tries to stay calm through meditation, but it doesn't seem to have much effect. "Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?" she asks, trying to distract herself.
"It's you," Akira replies coldly, continuing to take notes.
At the end of the hour, the woman's wrinkles have been reduced to a minimum and her cheeks begin to firm up and gain volume, and her hair begins to gain more shine. However, Tsunade can't help but sweat all over her body, emitting a strange scent that permeates the room.
"It smells sweet. Can you smell it?" Akira asks.
"I don't smell anything. How much longer?" the woman's tone reflects concern.
"One more hour and we're done. So far, the results are going great." The man hands the woman a handheld mirror so she can see herself.
Tsunade sees her reflection and can't believe the results, touching her face with her fingers, as if trying to make sure it's not an illusion and shedding a few happy tears, "How long is the maximum time this can be used?"
"I've never experimented for more than two hours, but I don't think there'll be any problems. This aura doesn't seem to cause fatigue when used for too long," the man replies thoughtfully.
"Then let's do it for three hours," the woman says, touching her now softer and smoother skin. "From today on, I don't want to use the transformation technique to hide again."
Akira doesn't comment, seeing the expected result and simply nods at Tsunade's determined gaze.
Another hour passes, and the woman is ecstatic with the results: her face is completely rejuvenated, with very few wrinkles still visible, and the skin on her entire body has suddenly transformed back to what she had when she was 20.
But what the woman hasn't noticed is that Akira has stopped taking notes and has simply stared at her, as if petrified. She, for her part, hasn't stopped sweating, completely soaking her gown and spreading that strange, sweet smell even more.
Tsunade's breathing is labored and her heart is pounding, but vanity urges her to continue the treatment. With 20 minutes left of the three-hour mark, the woman can no longer bear the sensations in her body, so she calls out to Akira, "This is too much, please stop this."
But the man ignores it and simply stares at the woman, his gaze lost in something beyond reason.
"Lord Akira, please," the woman tries again, but it's in vain.
Tsunade tries to move, but the sensation in her legs is too much for her to stand. She tries to reach for the activation plate, but that's when Akira moves, immediately being in front of her.
"Akira, what are you…?", Tsunade tries to say something, when his bare hand touches her face, gently caressing her cheeks and becoming drenched with her transparent sweat.
Just feeling the man's fingers run over her skin causes the woman to experience a sensation of pleasure she'd never imagined before, making her tremble, close to a true orgasm.
Akira tries to smell his hand through the mask, but it doesn't seem to be enough, so he ends up removing it. It's then that Tsunade manages to see the man's face, a rather plain individual with ordinary features: brown eyes, white skin, and black hair.
The woman wants to tell the man to react once and for all, but her heart leaps the moment he brings his hand to his nose and begins to sniff it desperately, then comes the shock when he begins to lick it.
Tsunade, at this point a little dizzy, tries to move away from Akira, but he immediately pounces on her, attacking the woman's neck with his mouth. She can't help but moan in pleasure as she feels his tongue begin to roam her body.
For the woman, it's all a bizarre experience, a mixture of natural stimuli too difficult to resist. Her body, in a state of total fragility, is unable to combat the man's aggression, who soon ends up stripping her naked. She tries to gather the strength to hit her attacker, but another important part simply wants to surrender to the pleasure.
As the man begins to desperately remove his armor and clothing, Tsunade watches him with the last shred of reason she possesses, and realizes that the pink aura has intoxicated them both, unleashing the most primitive instincts of human beings. And it's when his lips meet hers that everything becomes too simple; the woman finally gives in and lets herself be carried away.
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