"Mmh... I really didn't expect Orochimaru to do something like this..."
"If I hadn't spent all those years wandering outside, would things have turned out better?"
Tsunade murmured softly, her voice heavy with disbelief and a deep, aching sorrow.
In the grand hall of her residence, Rasa sat quietly upon the sofa.
Tsunade sat upon his lap, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck like a lifeline.
She buried her face in Rasa's shoulder, their bodies pressed together with no space between them.
Each could feel the other's heartbeat and the warmth of their breath against their skin.
Rasa gently stroked Tsunade's silky back, feeling the softness of her skin and the radiating heat of her body.
He listened to her vent in silence, his heart filling with a genuine sense of pity for her.
The Legendary Sannin had grown up together, surviving countless storms and trials, their bond once thought to be unbreakable.
Rasa couldn't accurately judge Orochimaru's true feelings for his teammates.
But he knew that in this era, Tsunade still held onto a deep, lingering friendship for the snake.
The fact that Orochimaru had committed such atrocities and defected was a devastating blow to her spirit.
Even though she wore a mask of strength for the rest of the world.
In the presence of the man she trusted most, her inner fragility and pain were laid bare.
Rasa continued to stroke her back, enjoying the sensation of her massive breasts crushed against his chest.
He spoke in a low, soothing tone:
"This isn't your fault; he started those dark experiments at least ten years ago."
Rasa's voice was gentle yet firm, telling her that she didn't need to carry the weight of Orochimaru's sins.
His rhythmic stroking, combined with his warm, supportive words.
They acted like a gentle spring breeze, blowing through the dark corners of Tsunade's heart.
She felt a genuine sense of warmth and solace that she hadn't felt in a long time.
A rare, delicate blush crept onto her cheeks as she continued to pour out secrets she had never told anyone else.
"Konoha has changed..."
Tsunade whispered, her eyes clouded with confusion and a sense of profound loss.
"I feel like the Konoha of today isn't the village I remember... at least not the one from my childhood."
Tsunade's childhood was a golden age for the village.
It was the era shortly after the Second Hokage's passing, when the Third was in his prime—spirited, ambitious, and hailed as the Professor.
Back then, Konoha was overflowing with vibrant energy and endless hope.
But as the decades slipped by, that light had begun to dim and rot from within.
Rasa remained silent for a moment, letting out a soft sigh before speaking tenderly:
"If staying here makes you feel this miserable, then don't stay."
Rasa looked down at the woman in his arms, his words filled with deep concern and understanding.
"Just go back to how it was before—traveling around the Land of Fire and enjoying yourself."
He paused, recalling the original plot and his recent interactions with the future Fourth Hokage.
Making a calculated judgment, he said cautiously:
"Minato Namikaze is a good man. His personality might prevent him from making radical changes, but he will at least improve the atmosphere."
Rasa's eyes flickered with a strange, expectant light.
"Perhaps in a few years, Konoha will return to the village you once loved."
Now that he had mangled the original timeline, things were different.
Minato likely wouldn't die a year or two after taking office like he did in the original history.
Rasa reflected on this, hoping his interference would lead to a more profitable world.
Though his ultimate plan involved the dissolution of the Five Great Nations and their hidden villages.
That future was still a long way off.
In the meantime, the wealthier and more stable the people of Konoha were.
The higher their purchasing power would be, which meant his own pockets would get significantly heavier.
Sunagakure's research and development budget would swell, and the gap between Suna and the other villages would become an unbridgeable chasm.
Tsunade suddenly lifted her head, her face—kept snow-white and smooth as a twenty-year-old's by the Strength of a Hundred Seal—staring intensely at Rasa.
Looking at him, her eyes wavered with indecision before she finally made a firm, irrevocable choice.
"I'm going back to Sunagakure with you."
Rasa's eyes widened in surprise; he blinked a few times.
In that split second, his mind ran through the political and personal ramifications of such a move.
Finally, Rasa nodded in agreement:
"Alright. You can move into the village and live with us from now on."
Tsunade's status was completely different from Orochimaru's, and she hadn't broken any laws.
Konoha's tolerance for her would be far higher, even if she chose to reside in a rival village.
Given the current "win-win" relationship between the Sand and the Leaf.
And based on the Third Hokage's increasingly weary personality.
As long as Tsunade didn't make any inflammatory public statements, Konoha would likely swallow the humiliation and tolerate her choice.
When she saw Rasa agree without a moment's hesitation.
The sorrow on Tsunade's face vanished, replaced by a radiant, joyful smile.
She instantly reverted back to her usual boisterous, carefree self.
"Hehe, since it's settled, I'll find the right time to give the Old Man the news in a few days."
Tsunade chuckled.
"He'll try to talk me out of it, of course, but once my mind is made up, he'll eventually give in and compromise."
At this point, an ambiguous, sultry smile touched her lips.
She shifted her weight on his lap, her full, rounded ass grinding against his crotch with practiced ease.
"You must be exhausted after listening to me complain for so long."
Her tone was laced with a teasing, sexual undertone.
"It must be hard for you to hold it in, isn't it?"
"Let me take care of you right now."
Having said her piece, Tsunade slowly slid backward, moving off Rasa's lap and onto the floor.
She knelt between his legs, her long, shapely limbs bending gracefully. She began to skillfully unbutton his pants, wrapping her hand around his scorching, throbbing rod.
As Tsunade's warm lips slowly descended over the head of his cock.
She began to swirl her flexible tongue around the rim, taking him deep into her mouth and beginning a slow, rhythmic suck.
Rasa shuddered violently, closing his eyes in pure, unadulterated bliss.
At the same time, he felt a twinge of helplessness.
He hadn't actually planned on this today.
He had intended to just have a chat with Tsunade.
Then he was going to find Shuang Uchiha to finalize the details of their trip to the Land of Hot Water.
But since Tsunade was being this proactive, he certainly wasn't going to turn her down.
Tsunade's movements were gentle yet expert; her lips and tongue felt like they possessed a magical power, delivering a pleasure he had never felt before.
Her long hair swayed with her rhythm, partially obscuring her face, but it couldn't hide the intense focus in her eyes.
As the act continued, Rasa's breathing became ragged and heavy.
Tsunade's technique hadn't changed, but her mindset was worlds apart from their previous encounters.
Before, she had always been carrying some level of hidden worry or guilt.
But now, her heart was settled and at peace.
The room was thick with an erotic, heavy atmosphere as sunlight spilled across the floor, creating long, jagged shadows.
Tsunade's silhouette in the light was devastatingly seductive, every movement oozing with raw magnetism.
Watching her so focused and dedicated to servicing him.
Rasa sat up straighter, his hands reaching out to slide beneath her clothes.
His fingers, like two clever snakes, slid upward until they captured her massive twin peaks.
He began to knead and squeeze the heavy flesh with a possessive grip.
Under his touch, Tsunade's breathing grew shallow and desperate.
A faint blush bloomed across her cheeks, and her eyes grew hazy and glazed with lust.
Tsunade tilted her head back slightly, letting out a soft, feminine hum of approval.
She leaned her body closer to Rasa, making it easier for him to manipulate and squeeze her breasts.
Rasa's fingers slid slowly over the skin of her chest, savoring the soft, elastic, and incredibly responsive texture.
His movements grew more aggressive, his fingers digging deeper into the heavy mounds.
He began to mold and squeeze the soft globes into various, lewd shapes.
As Rasa's hands became more violent and demanding.
The "red beans" at the tips of Tsunade's full breasts began to leak a thick, white liquid.
Like translucent, shimmering pearls, the milk quickly began to coat Rasa's fingers and palms.
The scent of the liquid was sweet and creamy, sending a jolt of primal hunger through Rasa's system.
It had been over two weeks since he had tasted Tsunade's sweet, intoxicating milk.
"Alright, let's start the main act now."
The warm afternoon sun shone through the clear windows, bathing them in light and casting their sharp shadows against the floor.
The two silhouettes merged into one, bobbing up and down in a slow, primal dance.
The room was filled with the sounds of breathless moaning and the rhythmic, wet slapping of flesh against flesh.
The sounds intertwined, saturating every inch of the private room.
But the noise couldn't escape the walls, held back by a silent, invisible barrier, sealing this scene of absolute passion within their own secret world forever.
Volume 5: Unifying the Ninja World