After finishing with Sakura, Naruto decided to check on his naughty blond kunoichi.
Naruto's consciousness, tethered by the Shadow Preservation ability, lingered over Ino's peaceful sleeping form for only a moment.
'Let her dream,' He mused, a smirk playing on his lips even in his astral state.
Fwoosh…
The vision blurred and swirled, a kaleidoscope of chakra signatures and distant locales. His mind's eye sought a specific, fiery resonance.
He was looking for a signature that was as potent as her infamous Lava Release. The image solidified not in an office or a bedroom, but in a private, steam-drenched sanctum.
An image appeared inside Naruto's head, and the world resolved into a haze of warm, translucent steam.
Plick… plick…
The slow, rhythmic sound of water droplets falling from the tiled ceiling echoed in the intimate space.
Naruto's spectral focus sharpened, parting the vapor like a curtain, and he finally found the person he was looking for.
Mei Terumi reclined in a small, ornate wooden bathtub. The water shimmered, catching the glow of a single paper lantern, casting dancing light upon her skin. She was a vision of voluptuous beauty. She was half-submerged, her famous, full breasts breaking the water's surface, the rosy peaks of her nipples just teasing the air.
Her left hand held a delicate porcelain cup while the right one traced idle patterns on her damp collarbone.
Her face was flushed from the mixture of heat and the sake.
Naruto couldn't tell clearly, but he could see that her emerald eyes held a deep, tangible melancholy. She brought the cup to her lips, took a slow sip, and let out a soft, shuddering sigh that was clearly not just from the warmth.
"Mmm… That insufferable bastard…" She mumbled to the empty, steamy air, her voice a husky, longing whisper. "Takes his prize, plants his flag… and then vanishes like a mist."
She shifted, causing the water to slosh gently. Her thighs rubbed together beneath the surface, a slow, deliberate motion. "How dare he make me… miss him…"
Naruto's astral form thrummed with a sudden, possessive heat.
'She's thinking about that night,' He recalled.
The memory was vivid: a disguised Naruto had paid a visit to Kirigakure to deal with the previous Mizukage and spent a night with Mei Terumi.
And that night had turned decidedly personal, as the newly inaugurated Mizukage sought release from the pressures of office. She had been ferocious, all biting kisses and commanding whispers, a tigress in silk sheets.
"Ah… Alex~…" Mei breathed, her free hand now drifting lower over her stomach, fingers dipping just below the waterline. A soft, pleasured gasp escaped her. "You'd better visit soon… or I might… hnng… find someone else to quench this fire…"
'The hell you will,' Naruto's inner voice growled, a surge of dark, monarchical intent flaring within him.
The Shadows whispered promises of instantaneous travel, of claiming what was his. He watched her head fall back against the rim, her lips parted in silent ecstasy, a single droplet of water tracing a path from her neck into the valley of her breasts.
He smiled, a real, physical smile on his far-away body.
'Duty,' He decided in his heart, 'came in many forms.'
He imprinted the scene in his memory, a mental note etched in pure desire. 'I must visit Kirigakure soon and quench her thirst.'
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With a thought, the steamy bath of Kiri dissolved. The new image took a moment to clear, like a lens focusing. The sound changed from intimate droplets to the soft, constant gurgle of a natural hot spring.
The air was cooler, open.
Naruto's astral gaze sharpened, and then his breath hitched.
It was a physical reaction so strong it echoed in his body, lying on the bed inside his hotel room.
"Holy…" He whispered aloud into his empty room.
There, in an open-air bath surrounded by rocks and moonlight, sat Tsunade Senju.
She was leaning against a rock, a sake cup in hand, her face beautifully flushed. The steaming water lapped just below her collarbone, but that did nothing to hide the staggering topography of her body. Her breasts were legendary, impossible assets as they floated gloriously, only the very bottoms submerged. They were monuments of softness and weight, defying gravity and reason, glistening under the moon and lamplight.
A single, stray cherry blossom petal was stuck to one breathtaking curve.
Naruto's mouth went utterly dry. He had a harem of stunning women, but this was a category of its own.
It was a primal, awe-inspiring spectacle.
A treacherous, thrilling thought slithered into his mind.
'Could she… could she sheathe my entire length between just those two babies?'
The idea was incendiary.
He vaguely registered Shizune, dutiful and anxious as ever, sitting a respectful distance away, wringing a towel. But Tsunade commanded all his attention. She raised her cup, took a deep drink, and sighed.
It was a sound of weary satisfaction that did nothing to diminish her aura of power.
She reminded him forcefully of Mereoleona Vermillion from the previous world.
It was that same untamed, volcanic, royal energy, but amplified, matured, distilled into a form of pure, devastating femininity.
The fact that she was over fifty became irrelevant to him instantly.
It was like being awed by a perfect, ancient, and active volcano. Its age only added to its terrifying, majestic potency.
His shadow-enhanced vision caught the subtle flex of her shoulders, the proud line of her neck as she tossed back the last of her sake.
"Fuck~..."
A low groan built in his real throat.
This was forbidden fruit of the highest order.
She was truly worthy of Jiraiya's eternal, unrequited dream.
Naruto couldn't bear the temptation to reach out with a shadowy, intangible hand to take a feel.
With a force of will, he severed the connection.
FWOMP!
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Inside the Hotel Room
Naruto's eyes snapped open in the darkness of his hotel room in the town. He stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
The cool night air did nothing to douse the fire in his veins. The phantom scents of steam, sake, and feminine skin seemed to cling to him.
"Haah…" He exhaled, a ragged sound in the quiet.
The images of Mei's lonely, aching need, Tsunade's oblivious, breathtaking display played on a loop behind his eyes.
He lifted his hands, watching as tendrils of living darkness writhed around his fingers, obedient and powerful.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, banishing the last of his guilt.
He addressed the empty room, his voice a low, confident vow. "I'm sorry, Pervy Sage… truly, I am."
The grin turned ruthless. "But some dreams are too potent to be left to dreamers. You wrote the tale of a hopeless pursuit. I… I will write a different ending."
The memory of a stolen, drunken kiss years ago surfaced in his mind.
It was a moment of boldness.
He recalled the shocking softness of her lips, the brief, furious shock in her eyes.
"Last time I just kissed her," He whispered to the shadows that now danced eagerly across the walls, responding to his rising will. "A mere preface. Next time… I'll write the whole damn book."
The Shadows coalesced around him, whispering of distant villages and hot springs, of a Mizukage's fire and a Hokage's hidden heat.
Naruto closed his eyes again, not to spy, but to rest and calm down his raging emotions.
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