Kenji didn't hesitate. The sheer, overwhelming panic in the Fifth Hokage's eyes completely overrode his own shock.
"I'll be right back! Don't move!" Kenji scrambled onto his feet, his socks slipping on the milk-slicked tatami mats as he bolted toward the tiny bathroom.
He grabbed the large, clean plastic wash bucket he normally used for soaking his uniform, rinsed it out in a fraction of a second, and sprinted back into the main room.
Tsunade was still on her knees, her eyes squeezed shut in agony. She had wrapped her arms around her ribs, trying to support the sheer, terrifying weight of her swollen chest without actually touching the hypersensitive peaks. The heavy, sweet scent of warm milk was intoxicating, filling the cramped apartment like thick incense.
Kenji dropped to his knees right in front of her. He slid the plastic bucket directly between her trembling, thick thighs, positioning it right beneath the massive, deep overhang of her colossal breasts.
"Tsunade-san," Kenji whispered, his hands hovering nervously in the air. "I'm... I'm going to touch you now."
"Just do it!" Tsunade hissed through gritted teeth, her face burning a catastrophic, feverish red. "Before they literally explode!"
Kenji swallowed hard. He reached out with both hands and cupped the undersides of her bare breasts.
The heat radiating off her skin was blistering, like touching a boiling kettle. But it was the sheer, unbelievable mass and firmness that completely short-circuit his brain. Normally, her flesh would be impossibly soft and yielding, but right now, the sheer volume of milk trapped inside had stretched her pale skin taut, making the colossal mounds feel incredibly dense and heavy.
Kenji's hands weren't nearly big enough to encompass them, but he braced his palms against the lower curves and applied a firm, upward pressure.
"Ah-!" Tsunade threw her head back, her golden-blonde hair whipping through the air as a sharp, breathless gasp tore from her throat.
Instantly, two thick, heavy streams of pure white milk shot from her hardened peaks, splashing loudly against the bottom of the plastic bucket.
The immediate release of pressure sent a violent shudder through Tsunade's entire body. Her spine arched, thrusting her massive chest further into Kenji's hands. Her fingers dug into the tatami mats, her knuckles turning white.
"Is... is it hurting?!" Kenji panicked, slightly loosening his grip.
"No," Tsunade panted, her eyes fluttering open, clouded with a dizzying mix of relief and intense arousal. "No, don't stop. Squeeze harder, brat. You have to force it out."
Kenji nodded, his heart hammering in his ears. He adjusted his grip, moving his hands up the sides of her incredibly wide, heavy assets. He pressed his palms inward, massaging the thick, swollen flesh, pushing the milk down toward the ducts.
Squirt. Splash.
Thick arcs of sweet milk rained into the bucket. Kenji watched, utterly mesmerized, as the white fluid completely slicked his hands and coated her pale skin.
He grew bolder, his primal instincts completely taking over. He wrapped his fingers around the massive, heavy slopes of her breasts, kneading the dense flesh with agonizing slowness. He dragged his thumbs directly over her dark, swollen areolas, gently pinching the hardened peaks to coax out more milk.
The friction of his wet, slippery hands massaging her hyper-sensitive skin broke the legendary Sannin completely.
"Haa... ah... Kenji..." Tsunade whimpered, her voice losing every ounce of its commanding authority. She slumped forward, her broad, flawless shoulders dropping as she surrendered completely to the mind-melting sensation.
Unable to support herself, Tsunade let her head fall forward, resting her flushed forehead directly against Kenji's shoulder. She reached up blindly, her slender, incredibly strong hands gripping his upper arms to anchor herself.
"Good... just like that," Tsunade breathed heavily against his neck, the hot, moist air sending shivers down his spine. "Keep going. Drain it all."
Kenji was in absolute heaven, even as his forearms began to burn from the exertion. He was manhandling the Fifth Hokage's most famous assets, completely coated in her sweet milk, while she clung to him and moaned into his shoulder. He squeezed and massaged relentlessly, working the heavy flesh, watching the thick streams of milk continuously splash into the bucket.
The sound of the liquid hitting plastic echoed in the tiny room. Minutes blurred together.
The bottom of the bucket disappeared beneath a sea of white. Then, it was a quarter full. Then, halfway.
Kenji kept pumping, his slick hands gliding flawlessly over her colossal curves. But as the liquid level in the bucket crept dangerously close to the rim, a horrifying realization suddenly washed over him.
He stopped massaging for just a second, his hands resting on the undersides of her chest.
"Why did you stop?" Tsunade whined softly, her hips giving an involuntary twitch. The pressure immediately started building back up in a matter of seconds, a dull ache returning to her chest.
Kenji looked down at the plastic bucket. It was a standard, two-gallon wash bucket. And it was practically overflowing.
He looked back up at Tsunade's chest.
They hadn't shrunk.
Despite having just milked over a gallon of liquid out of her, her massive, pale breasts were still incredibly swollen, incredibly heavy, and still leaking profusely. The faint blue veins were still visible. The heat was still blistering.
The system's [Heavy Yield] modifier wasn't a joke. It was generating milk inside her body just as fast-if not faster-than Kenji could manually squeeze it out.
"Tsunade-san..." Kenji said, his voice trembling as a fresh drop of milk fell from her peak and rippled the surface of the full bucket. "We have a problem."
Tsunade lifted her head from his shoulder, her amber eyes glassy and completely unfocused. "What? Is your grip giving out? You better not stop, brat, I swear-"
"No, look!" Kenji pointed down.
Tsunade blinked, her gaze tracking down to the space between her knees. She stared at the overflowing bucket of her own milk. Then, she looked down at her chest. The pale, colossal mounds of flesh were still agonizingly engorged, the skin stretched tight, the pressure still radiating from within.
"That's... that's impossible," Tsunade breathed, her eyes widening in sheer terror. "That bucket holds nearly eight liters. I should be completely empty! I should be dehydrated!"
"The system is bypassing your biology!" Kenji panicked, his slick hands sliding nervously against her waist. "It's a continuous magical curse! My hands aren't fast enough! I can't empty you faster than the system is filling you up!"
As if to prove his point, Tsunade let out a sharp gasp as a fresh, searing wave of pressure spiked in her chest. She crossed her arms violently over her stomach, hunching forward as the heavy ache redoubled its efforts.
"Kenji!" Tsunade cried out, a frantic, desperate edge returning to her voice. "It's filling up again! It hurts! Do something!"
"I don't have another bucket!" Kenji yelled, frantically looking around the tiny, cramped apartment.
"I don't care about the damn bucket!" Tsunade reached out, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform shirt with her staggering, fifteen-percent super strength. She yanked him forward, pulling him completely flush against her incredibly hot, leaking, swollen chest.
Her amber eyes burned with absolute, primal desperation. The legendary gambler had lost the bet, and now she was entirely at the mercy of this world's twisted rules.
"If your hands aren't fast enough to drain me, brat," Tsunade commanded, her husky voice vibrating right against his lips, "then you are going to have to use your mouth."