The heavy, sweet scent of warm milk hung thick in the air of the cramped apartment.
Tsunade sat back on her heels, completely unapologetic in her nakedness. The agonizing pressure that had threatened to tear her apart was gone, leaving her massive, engorged breasts resting heavily against her upper ribs. The pale skin was flushed, delicate blue veins still visible beneath the surface, and the hardened peaks were thoroughly slicked with her own milk.
She let out a long, satisfied sigh, stretching her arms above her head. The motion caused her colossal assets to heave upward with a hypnotic, fluid weight, before gravity pulled them back down with a soft plump.
Kenji, meanwhile, was entirely short-circuiting.
He slumped back against the peeling wallpaper, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The taste of her was still rich on his tongue. He wiped a stray drop of white milk from his chin, his entire face burning a catastrophic shade of crimson.
But his face wasn't the only thing strained to its absolute limit.
Kenji desperately tried to shift his hips, bending his knees to hide his lap. It was a completely futile effort. His damp uniform pants were stretched so tight across his crotch that the zipper looked like it was a stiff breeze away from exploding.
Tsunade's amber eyes lazily trailed downward. She caught his frantic, panicked shifting.
A slow, incredibly wicked smirk spread across her glossy lips.
"Well, well," Tsunade purred, her husky voice vibrating in the quiet room. "Looks like relieving my pressure caused a little... buildup of your own, brat."
"I-I'm fine!" Kenji squeaked, desperately trying to cross his legs. "It's just a biological reflex! Like earlier! Adrenaline and... and body heat! It'll go away!"
"Oh, it'll go away?" Tsunade chuckled, a rich, throaty sound that sent a heavy jiggle through her massive chest. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the tatami mats. "You just spent the last twenty minutes manhandling my chest and drinking from me like a starving puppy. If your 'biological reflex' went away on its own after that, I'd have to check your pulse."
Before Kenji could protest, Tsunade began to crawl toward him.
The floorboards groaned in protest. With every movement of her thick, muscular thighs, her wide hips swayed with a terrifying, predatory grace. But it was her chest that completely paralyzed him. Because the curse had permanently engorged them, her massive breasts swung heavily with her movements, the pale, milk-slicked flesh nearly brushing the floor.
She boxed him in, trapping his legs beneath her wide hips, and leaned over him. The heat radiating off her body was blistering.
"T-Tsunade-san..." Kenji stammered, pressing his back flat against the wall.
"You took very good care of me, Kenji," Tsunade whispered, her face inches from his. The deep, shadowed ravine of her colossal cleavage completely filled his vision. She reached down, her slender, flawlessly manicured fingers lightly tracing the agonizingly tight bulge in his pants. "It's only fair that a good mother rewards her son for a job well done."
Kenji gasped as she hooked her finger under his zipper. "Wait! Tsunade-san, you have fifteen percent of your chakra back! Your super strength-!"
"Relax, brat," she smirked, effortlessly pulling the zipper down. The sound was deafening in the tiny room. "I'm the greatest medical ninja in history. I have microscopic chakra control. I know exactly how much pressure a human appendage can take before it snaps like a dry twig."
"That is not reassuring!" Kenji panicked.
Tsunade laughed, the heavy bounce of her chest squishing gently against his shirt. She reached into his pants and wrapped her warm hand firmly around his violently throbbing, aching cock.
Kenji's eyes rolled back, a pathetic, muffled whimper escaping his throat.
Her hands were still coated in her own sweet, slick milk. It acted as the absolute perfect lubricant. The sheer contrast between the terrifying, lethal strength she possessed and the agonizingly gentle, precise way she gripped him completely shattered Kenji's remaining sanity.
"My, my," Tsunade teased, her golden eyebrows rising slightly. "For a broke delivery boy, you certainly aren't lacking in some departments. Are you going to be able to handle this, Kenji?"
"I don't-I-ah!"
Tsunade began to move her hand, her thumb expertly circling the sensitive tip. The milk-slicked friction was mind-melting. She leaned in closer, trapping his erratic heartbeat beneath the overwhelming, heavy mass of her bare breasts. Every time she pumped her hand, the kinetic motion sent a mesmerizing ripple up her arm, causing her colossal assets to sway and jiggle right in front of his flushed face.
"Look at you," she purred, thoroughly enjoying the absolute dominance of the situation. She increased her pace, the wet, slick sounds of the milk acting as a soundtrack to his torture. "Trembling like a leaf. Does it feel good when I touch you with my milk?"
"Y-Yes!" Kenji sobbed, gripping the tatami mats so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Good," she whispered, her amber eyes burning with a playful, intense heat. She leaned her mouth right next to his ear, her hot breath sending lightning down his spine. "But if you finish in less than a minute, I'm going to laugh at you."
It was the ultimate challenge, but Kenji was a twenty-year-old virgin being stroked by a naked, milk-slicked Hokage. He had absolutely zero chance.
"I can't-Tsunade, I can't hold it!" Kenji cried out, his hips bucking upward instinctively.
"Already?" Tsunade teased, laughing huskily against his neck. She didn't slow down; instead, she tightened her grip just a fraction and sped up, perfectly targeting his most sensitive nerves with her medical precision. "Go ahead, brat. Let it out."
Kenji's spine arched like a drawn bow. He let out a loud, breathless shout, completely overloading as he finished violently into her milk-coated hand.
Kenji slumped back against the peeling wallpaper, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The world was completely floating. His mind was entirely blank, entirely surrendered to the sheer, unbelievable reality of what had just happened.
Tsunade let out a soft, satisfied chuckle. She didn't look disgusted at all; instead, she looked incredibly smug.