Kenji grabbed the sleek black phone from the futon, his thumb tapping the glowing screen to navigate away from the dangerous gacha shop.
He opened the [Task Board].
The screen flared with its usual soft pink and gold aesthetic, the digital interface expanding. Kenji stared at the glass, waiting for the familiar list of daily chores and domestic roleplay objectives to populate.
He waited three seconds. Then five.
"Well?" Tsunade asked, leaning over his shoulder.
Because she was sitting right beside him, the movement caused her to press flush against his arm. The sheer, overwhelming mass of her permanently engorged breasts rested heavily against his bicep. The pale flesh was blistering hot, the delicate blue veins pulsing faintly beneath her skin. The sweet, intoxicating scent of warm milk clouded Kenji's senses, but he forced his eyes to stay glued to the phone.
"It's... empty," Kenji muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion.
He tapped the screen. He refreshed the page. He swiped down to force the system to reload.
Nothing. The screen was completely blank.
[Daily Tasks: 0 Available.][Hidden Tasks: ???]
"What do you mean it's empty?" Tsunade's golden eyebrows knit together. She snatched the phone from his hands, her amber eyes scanning the blank interface.
"There's literally nothing there," Kenji said, a cold knot of dread slowly forming in his stomach. "No 'Family Breakfast'. No 'Morning Routine'. The system has been throwing tasks at us non-stop since you got here. Why would it suddenly stop?"
Tsunade stared at the zero on the screen. The reality of what that meant crashed down on her instantly.
They needed thirty points to pay off the debt contract. They had a twenty-four-hour time limit. And if the system didn't give them a way to earn points... she was going to be stuck with this humiliating, agonizing physical curse forever-or worse, suffer whatever penalty came when the timer ran out.
"Is this a joke?!" Tsunade snarled, her voice vibrating with a sudden, explosive rage.
The Fifth Hokage's temper snapped. She surged up onto her knees, her fifteen-percent super strength causing the floorboards beneath her to shriek in protest. The violent motion sent a massive, catastrophic shockwave through her cursed chest. Her colossal, heavy breasts heaved and bounced wildly, the milk-slicked peaks swaying with a mesmerizing, terrifying weight as she raised the phone in the air, completely ready to smash it into a million pieces against the wall.
"I am the leader of the Hidden Leaf!" Tsunade roared at the black device, her amber eyes burning with absolute fury. "You mutate my body, you steal my chakra, you turn me into a literal dairy cow to humiliate me, and now you won't even give me a way to fight back?! I'll crush you into dust!"
"Wait! Lady Tsunade, don't!"
Kenji lunged forward, desperately grabbing both of her wrists before she could spike the phone into the tatami mats.
"Let me go, brat!" she hissed, her breathing ragged, her flushed chest heaving violently against his face as they struggled. "It's playing with us! It's a rigged game!"
"I know it's frustrating, but if you break it, we might die!" Kenji pleaded, using his entire body weight to pull her arms down. The sheer proximity to her bare, massive assets was completely scrambling his brain, but the fear of the system's retaliation kept him focused. "Look at me! Tsunade, look at me!"
Tsunade stopped struggling. She looked down, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"Maybe... maybe it's just a cooldown," Kenji reasoned, his voice softening into a calm, placating tone, even though his own heart was racing with anxiety. "We cleared three tasks yesterday, plus the hidden ones. Maybe the system only generates new tasks at a specific time of day. Or maybe it's waiting for us to trigger a specific event."
Tsunade let out a sharp, frustrated breath. She slowly lowered the phone, her tense muscles relaxing just a fraction.
"It's not fair," she muttered, the fierce anger in her eyes giving way to a rare, vulnerable frustration. She looked down at her own cursed chest, the sheer size of it completely dominating her torso. "I can't stay like this, Kenji. They're too heavy. They're constantly hot. If I don't get those thirty points before tonight..."
"We will," Kenji promised, his hands sliding down from her wrists to gently hold her forearms. He was just a twenty-year-old delivery boy, but right now, he was the only anchor she had in this terrifying new world. "I won't let the timer run out. Even if I have to run around Tokyo doing random things until we trigger a hidden task by accident, we will get the points."
Tsunade stared at him for a long moment. The panic slowly drained from her system, replaced by a deep, resonant warmth for the boy sitting in front of her.
She let out a long, heavy sigh, her colossal breasts settling against her upper stomach with a soft plump.
"Fine," Tsunade conceded, a reluctant smirk finally touching her lips. "But sitting in this dingy room staring at a blank screen isn't going to trigger anything. If we have to force the system to react, we need to go outside."
Kenji winced. "Outside? Tsunade-san, you don't have a shirt."
"Then you are going to use some of that seventy-eight thousand yen we extorted yesterday to buy me something that actually fits these," she gestured aggressively to her massive chest. "Because the second I put that sports bra on, it's going to snap like a rubber band."