The silence in the cramped apartment was deafening, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the cheap window pane and the frantic, hammering rhythm of Kenji’s own heart.
Tsunade Senju stared him down, her amber eyes burning with a mixture of immense irritation and dangerous authority.
"Well?" Tsunade demanded, her voice a low, threatening rumble that vibrated right through Kenji’s chest. "Cat got your tongue, brat? Or are you just going to stand there gawking at my chest like every other idiot I've ever beaten to a pulp?"
"I—I didn't—" Kenji stammered, his voice cracking. He backed up, his wet sneakers squeaking against the tatami mats until his spine hit the damp wallpaper. "I don't even know how this is real! It’s a phone! I just pushed a button on a phone!"
Tsunade’s eyes narrowed. The floorboards shrieked in protest as she shifted her weight. Every slight movement she made was hypnotic, heavily burdened by the sheer mass of her incredible figure. The thick fabric of her dark blue pants strained against her wide hips and plump, muscular thighs, while her impossibly large breasts shifted and settled heavily with a mesmerizing jiggle beneath her tight grey kimono top.
"A phone," she repeated, the syllables dripping with sheer disbelief and disdain.
Before Kenji could even blink, she vanished.
A gust of wind whipped through the tiny room, blowing a stack of unpaid bills off Kenji's makeshift desk. In a fraction of a second, Tsunade materialized directly in front of him.
SLAM.
Her hand clamped around the collar of his damp uniform, lifting his feet clean off the ground and slamming his shoulders against the wall. The plaster cracked instantly under the pressure.
Kenji gasped for air, his hands instinctively coming up to grip her wrist, but it felt like trying to pry off a band of solid steel. He was completely trapped.
And she was close. Dangerously close.
The intoxicating scent of premium sake, exotic herbs, and womanly musk flooded his senses. With her pinning him against the wall, her towering figure dominated his entire field of vision. Her massive, heavy breasts were pressed breathtakingly close to his face, the pale, soft flesh of her deep cleavage heaving with every irritated breath she took. The sheer heat radiating from her body was overwhelming, melting away the damp chill of his clothes.
"Listen to me very carefully, you little pervert," Tsunade growled, leaning in so close he could feel her warm breath grazing his cheek. Her amber eyes locked onto his, demanding total submission. "The voice in my head before I got pulled through space and time told me I was tethered to you. It told me I can't just walk away and go back to my village. But it did not say I couldn't break a few of your bones if you piss me off. Do we understand each other?"
"Y-Yes! Yes! Crystal clear!" Kenji choked out, his face flushing crimson both from the lack of oxygen and the fact that an absolute goddess was pressing her impossibly thick assets mere inches from his mouth.
Tsunade scoffed, releasing her grip.
Kenji dropped to the floor, coughing and rubbing his bruised neck. Above him, Tsunade crossed her arms beneath her heavy chest, pushing the colossal mounds of flesh even higher. The sudden movement sent a heavy, fluid bounce through her breasts, the grey fabric looking ready to tear at the seams.
"Show me this... 'phone'," she commanded, tapping her foot. The thick curve of her ass swayed slightly with the motion, a sight that made Kenji’s mouth go incredibly dry.
Trembling, Kenji reached into his pocket and pulled out the sleek, black device. He held it up to her like an offering. "I swear, I just found it on my pizza delivery scooter an hour ago. I thought it was a joke. An AR game or something."
Tsunade snatched the phone from his hands. Her slender fingers dwarfed the device. The screen illuminated instantly, casting a soft pink glow over her flawless, pale face.
She read the title aloud, her voice dripping with venom. "[Anime Girl Summoning System]."
She shot Kenji a glare that could have frozen magma. "Anime Girl? What the hell is an anime? Is that your world's word for Kunoichi? And more importantly..." She scrolled through the interface, her brow twitching with rising anger. "Why does my profile say 'Assigned Role: Stepmom'?"
Kenji swallowed a lump of pure terror. "I... I thought it was an AI! Like a chatbot! People put in weird prompts to see how the computer reacts! I didn't think it was going to drag a living, breathing, insanely hot woman into my apartment!"
Tsunade froze. She looked down at him, a sudden, sharp smirk cutting across her lips. "Insanely hot, huh?"
Kenji clamped his mouth shut, realizing he’d said the quiet part out loud.
Tsunade let out a rough, breathy laugh that made her chest heave and bounce deliciously. "You've got some nerve, brat, I'll give you that." She tossed the phone back onto his thin futon and put her hands on her hips, her posture proud and overwhelming.
"Alright, Kenji. Let's get a few things straight," Tsunade declared, her tone shifting into the authoritative bark of a Hokage commanding her troops. "If I am stuck in this dimension with no chakra reserves to bridge the gap back home, and I am tied to your pathetic life force because of this... 'System', then things are going to change around here."
She looked around the cramped, depressing four-tatami-mat room in utter disgust.
"First of all, this place is a dump. I wouldn't let a stray dog sleep here. Second, you look like you're starving. If you’re my anchor, you dying of malnutrition is a massive problem for me."
She stepped closer to him again, stopping just inches away. Kenji had to crane his neck up to meet her gaze.
"And third," Tsunade leaned down, the deep ravine of her cleavage dipping right into his line of sight, a blatant, teasing display of her dominance. She reached out, flicking him hard on the forehead.
"Ow!" Kenji winced, clutching his head.
"If I'm supposed to be your 'Stepmom'," she purred, her voice laced with heavy sarcasm and a hint of playful cruelty, "then you're going to start obeying my rules, brat. You do the chores, you run my errands, and you do exactly as I say. Because if I find out this app of yours has a feature to let me hit you without penalty..." She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing like gunshots in the small room. "...I'm going to turn you into paste."
The black phone on the futon suddenly chimed. A bright pink notification flashed across the screen.
Tsunade and Kenji both looked down at it.
[System Notification: Welcome Bonus Unlocked!]
[Level 1 Task Generated: Physical Anchor Synchronization.]
[Objective: To stabilize the Summoned Entity's existence in this dimension, the User must share a bed with the Entity for one full rest cycle.]
[Penalty for Failure: Immediate severe chakra withdrawal for the Entity.]
Tsunade stared at the screen. Her eye twitched.
Slowly, she turned her head back to Kenji. The murderous intent radiating off her body was so thick Kenji could taste it.
"Kenji," she whispered, her voice deathly quiet.
"I-I didn't do it!" Kenji shrieked, backing away until he was trapped in the corner. "It's the system! It's automatic!"
Tsunade looked from Kenji, to the tiny, singular, paper-thin futon on the floor.
"I am going to kill whoever programmed this thing," she snarled.