The harsh, pale light of Tokyo's morning sun pierced through the thin curtains, dragging Kenji out of a deep, dreamless sleep.
The cramped apartment smelled faintly of ozone, old rain, and the overwhelmingly sweet, rich scent of warm milk.
Kenji groaned, shifting his stiff back against the thin futon. He reached out blindly, expecting to hit the blistering, yielding heat of the Fifth Hokage. Instead, his hand met cold tatami.
His eyes snapped open.
Tsunade was sitting cross-legged at the very edge of the futon, her broad, flawless back turned to him. Because her only modern shirt was completely ruined, she was still entirely bare from the waist up. Even from behind, the sheer, cursed mass of her permanently engorged breasts was obvious, the heavy sides of her pale flesh spilling outward past her ribs.
But it wasn't her nakedness that made Kenji's heart drop into his stomach.
It was the golden glow illuminating her face in the dim room.
She was holding the black system phone. And she was staring intensely at the screen.
"Good morning," Kenji croaked, his voice thick with sleep. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. He squinted at the screen, immediately recognizing the ornate, pulsing treasure chest icon. "Lady Tsunade... don't tell me you're looking at the gacha shop."
Tsunade jumped slightly, her broad shoulders flinching. The sudden movement sent a heavy, catastrophic sway through her massive chest. She quickly angled the phone away, like a teenager caught texting past curfew.
"I was just... reviewing our assets," Tsunade muttered, her husky voice defensive. A deep flush crept up her neck.
"We have thirty points," Kenji said, fully sitting up, his panic spiking. "We need thirty more to pay off the debt contract. You aren't trying to gamble them, are you?"
Tsunade bit her bottom lip, her amber eyes darting back to the glowing golden chest. The Legendary Sucker was itching for a spin. The adrenaline of the risk was a physical craving in her veins.
"Kenji, listen to me," she started, her tone dropping into a low, persuasive purr. She shifted her weight, turning to face him fully.
The physics of the system's curse were impossible to ignore. Her breasts were terrifyingly huge, resting heavily against her upper stomach. The pale skin was stretched taut over the sheer volume of milk waiting inside, delicate blue veins tracing toward her flushed, sensitive peaks.
"The daily login bonus gave us five extra points," Tsunade reasoned, leaning forward slightly. "We have thirty-five. It only takes five points to spin. If we hit the jackpot right now, we can pay off the debt instantly! I can get rid of this curse, and I can buy back my full chakra. It's just one spin, brat."
Kenji scrambled forward on his knees and clamped his hand directly over hers, completely covering the phone screen.
"No," Kenji said, his voice unusually firm.
Tsunade blinked, genuinely surprised by the authority in his tone. "Excuse me?"
"I said no," Kenji repeated, looking her dead in the eyes, refusing to let his gaze drop to her massive, bare chest. "Look at what this system did to you for fifty points! It bypassed all your defenses and literally mutated your body."
Tsunade flinched, instinctively crossing her arms beneath her heavy breasts to support their agonizing weight.
"We don't know what this thing is capable of," Kenji continued, his grip tightening on her hand. "The debt contract has a twenty-four-hour time limit. If we don't pay it back by tonight, we have no idea what the penalty is. Does the curse get worse? Do they get even bigger? Does the system start draining your life force?"
The fierce, addictive fire in Tsunade's eyes wavered. She looked down at her own engorged, hyper-sensitive chest. Kenji was right. She was a medical ninja; she knew better than anyone the dangers of an unknown biological affliction. If the system decided to double the output of the curse, she wouldn't be able to stand under the sheer weight of it.
She let out a long, frustrated sigh, her heavy chest heaving with a soft, weighted bounce. She dropped the phone onto the futon.
"Fine," Tsunade grumbled, crossing her arms and pouting like a reprimanded child, an expression that looked completely absurd on a towering, lethal Kunoichi. "You're acting like the elders in the village."
Kenji let out a massive breath of relief. His sudden burst of courage evaporated, leaving his hands shaking slightly.
"I'm not trying to boss you around," Kenji said softly, picking up the phone and safely navigating away from the gacha shop. "But we have to be smart. Tell you what. We check the daily tasks. We farm points all day. If we reach sunset and we still don't have enough to pay off the debt... then you can spin the rest of the points. Deal?"
Tsunade's eyes lit up slightly. A guaranteed gamble at the end of the day.
"Deal," she smirked, her commanding, confident aura instantly returning. She reached out, flicking him hard on the forehead.
"Ow!"
"That's for lecturing your mother before breakfast, brat," Tsunade laughed, a rich, throaty sound. She uncrossed her arms, letting her colossal assets settle heavily against her ribs. "Now, check the task board. We have thirty points to farm, and I refuse to spend another night leaking like a broken faucet."