This morning - or rather, by now, afternoon - was shaping up to be one of the best or worst in Tsunade's life. It was hard to say for sure. She hadn't drunk like this with anyone in ages. Actually, she'd never drunk herself into oblivion, not even with Jiraiya.
There had to be some standards, after all - she was the princess of the Senju clan… or at least, she used to be. Now, she was just a broken woman who couldn't go a day without something bitter on her tongue, but today, she found out there was a basement under rock bottom. You'd think she couldn't sink any lower, but today, rock bottom knocked back.
"Where's your pride, Tsunade Senju? Broke your own promise, and slept with a sixteen-year-old boy." She'd realized Akira wasn't eighteen during the full check-up.
"Seduced a guy more than thirty years younger than you. Well done, Tsunade, really. Though, he's not exactly blameless either - who told him to be so… perfect?"
As a woman, Tsunade couldn't help but appreciate his looks. She could barely remember meeting anyone so handsome, and even the dirty clothes and rough appearance hadn't managed to hide it back at the bar. Now, seeing him sleeping peacefully in nothing but a robe, she was struggling not to pounce on him all over again.
"Get a grip, Tsunade. No one could've resisted that. No woman could have resisted him in that state, and as a medic, I can't help but notice how attractive his body is, his whole physiology… ugh, better not go there. That's Orochimaru territory. Yeah, that's right, I barely stood a chance against his charms. "The only sane voice in my head - Shizune - bailed on me when I needed her most… now what?"
"Good morning." - Let's see how you get out of this one.
"Mmm?" Akira, with one arm thrown behind her back and his leg resting dangerously close to her hip, blinked a few times, as if he couldn't quite believe what had happened.
He sat up, lifting the blanket, which she immediately yanked back down. The last thing she needed was for him to get a good look at her naked while sober. She had enough shame to last a lifetime.
"Did we… you know…?" He glanced from her to the robes scattered on the floor, disbelief written all over his face.
"It's called sex, in case you didn't know." Her voice was cold.
"I… I know, I just never thought my first time would be with you… with you." His first time? God, she'd hit a new low.
"Oh, come on, you can drop the formalities now. Akira, tell me - how do you plan to take responsibility?"
"Ugh, my head is killing me…" he groaned.
"Hide." Tsunade whispered. He dove under the blanket without hesitation. To make his body less obvious, she pressed herself against him, and, not being an idiot, he ducked his head even lower.
"Good morning, Shizune." Tsunade tried to sound calm. The last thing she needed was for her apprentice to catch her like this.
"Mmm, morning. Ugh, my head… I'm never drinking again, I knew alcohol was poison… Tsunade-san, why are you talking to me with your back turned?"
"Uaaah, I think I'll nap a bit longer. Be a dear and run to the store, get us something for lunch."
"Okay, I'll just freshen up first." Shizune headed to the bathroom - naturally, leaving the door wide open.
While she showered, she kept up a running conversation. Unfortunately, there was nowhere else to hide in the room, and Akira, who was wedged between her legs, needed to be gone as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, Shizune was in no hurry to finish. She'd already cursed herself a dozen times for agreeing to play cards with that handsome guy. She'd basically saved his life last night, and how did he thank her? By grinding his dick against her teacher's pussy. And she couldn't even smack him or pinch him - Shizune would hear him yelp.
Fifteen long minutes later, her apprentice finally emerged from the shower, fresh and damp.
To avoid suspicion, Tsunade rolled onto her other side, but that didn't stop the little bastard from making himself comfortable, still rubbing himself between her thighs. Honestly, she was probably as wet between her legs as Shizune's hair was right now.
"Ohh, mmm."
"Tsunade-sama, do you have a headache too?" Shizune asked, turning around.
"Yeah, a bit. It'll pass after a good lunch."
"Oh, then I'll run to the store right now."
"Yes, please hurry… not you."
"What?"
"Nothing, just thinking out loud, mmm." Cursing the demon taking advantage of the situation, she tried not to show that she was getting an internal massage from his equipment.
"Alright, let me check what else we need." While Shizune rummaged through the kitchen, Tsunade trembled with every movement.
"Just you wait, Akira, I'll give you a talking-to you'll never forget."
Five minutes later, her apprentice finally left.
"You know… oh, Akira-kun, mmm, maybe I should just send you to the afterlife early… yeah, that's a good idea."
"Come on, Tsunade, I barely remember anything from last night, and before you kill me, I'd at least like to know what it's like sober."
"You… ahh, you little… big… ohh, brat. How much longer are you going to keep this up? Mmm."
"I'm getting tired." He flopped onto his back.
"What an idiot! Couldn't you have kept going for a few more seconds?"
"You're about to get… mmmm—" She turned to scold him, but he cut her off with a deep kiss.
While they kissed, Akira pulled her closer and, with some effort, rolled her on top of him.
"This way, it's a bit easier for me." He broke the kiss for a second, grabbed her by the crown of her head, and pulled her back down, moving his hips up and down.
"MmmmMMffm—" Tsunade moaned into his mouth.
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Forty minutes later, Shizune returned to the room with several bags.
"Phew, the lines are insane during the day. Okay, sensei's in the shower, that's good."
"Oink-oink-oink-oink." Ton-Ton snorted nonstop, Her big eyes pointing at the bathroom door and the empty bottles.
"Oh, Ton-Ton, you're so cute. I know Tsunade-sama's in the shower, and yes, I forgot to take out the trash again, why are you oinking? Oh, I get it, you're hungry!"
"Oink…" The little pig drooped her head, as if no one could understand her.
Twenty minutes later, Tsunade came out of the bathroom.
"Oh, sensei, I only managed to make a salad… oh, you look different today."
"Different?" Tsunade immediately touched her face, but no, nothing was there.
"Yeah, you look years younger, so full of energy, not like usual." [ Image ]

"Mmm, I see." Tsunade blushed slightly, then quickly put on her usual expression. "I just haven't had this much fun in a while."
"Oh, tell me about it… yesterday was insane. Oh, Ton-Ton, what's that? A note?" Shizune picked up a note from Ton-Ton's jacket pocket.
"Let's see… ah, it's from Akira. He writes: 'Thank you both so much, I had an unforgettable day. Tsunade-san, sorry for the mess. I REALLY—' it's in all caps—'really hope to see you both again for a proper get-together. I'll be waiting in Konoha, find me when you've recovered from our little party. I'd love to see you, even just for a friendly hangout. Akira."
"Well, we definitely made a mess. So many bottles everywhere. Do you think we'll see him again, Tsunade-san?"
"Anything's possible, Shizune. Anything's possible." To Shizune, it sounded like a simple goodbye note, but Tsunade understood everything at once.
"That little brat… apologized and thanked me, huh? Well, at least he didn't run away like a total coward. He said he's ready to talk when I've calmed down."
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"Hey, merchant-san, are you by any chance heading to Konoha?"
"Hello, young man. As a matter of fact, I am. Why?" The man, not young but not old either, lifted his hat and looked me over.
"Well, I need to get there, and my legs are killing me. Do you take passengers? I don't have much money, just enough to get by until I find work."
"Hmmm… alright, I'll take you for eighty yen."
"Thank you so much!" Smiling, the young man handed over four coins and nimbly hopped onto the open wagon piled with sacks and boxes.
"You can lie down on that sack." The merchant - and driver, apparently - pointed to one of the bags.
Feeling it, I realized it was stuffed with cloth or something, not exactly a feather pillow, but better than the hard floor.
"Giddy-up." He shouted, giving the reins a flick - or whatever you call those straps on a horse's bit - and we rolled out. Anyway, we set off, making small talk about the weather as we went.
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