[* 3rd Person POV *]
Tsunade watched every second of the pathetic, squirting, verbal breakdown with that same thin, cold smile that never reached her eyes. Her fingers continued moving inside the spasming, gushing heat without slowing, listening to the masochist accept every single degrading word as absolute truth while she came apart completely on the floor of the ruined building.
She was beginning to enjoy this far more than she had expected.
The real Hokage twisted both of the fake's stiff, already-bitten nipples between her fingers at the same time, pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks hard enough to make the soft flesh redden and the body beneath her jolt with a sharp, involuntary cry.
She leaned in close, lips nearly brushing the shell of the blond's ear, and spoke in a low, almost intimate murmur that carried clearly through the ruined room.
"You like being humiliated and destroyed, right, bitch? You came just from being called a soft hungry hole. Then how about you get to serving my summons as well. Let's see how much that greedy cunt of yours can take."
Tsunade formed a single-handed seal with her free hand. Chakra flared bright and sharp.
"Summoning Jutsu."
The air in the ruined room distorted with a low, resonant hum. A swirl of white smoke and pure condensed chakra spread across the debris-strewn floor.
When the smoke cleared, a cluster of small, glistening slugs creations of pure chakra given temporary living form, lesser extensions of the great Katsuyu lay scattered across the broken concrete. Their soft, translucent bodies pulsed faintly with residual energy, leaving tiny trails of luminous mucus wherever they moved.
They were not large, each no bigger than a man's thumb, but there were many of them, and they began to move almost immediately, drawn by the heat, the wetness, and the lingering scent of arousal still thick in the air.
The fake Tsunade looked down.
Her golden eyes widened with clear, instinctive fear as the first of the small chakra-slugs began to crawl toward her bare, trembling legs. Yet at the same time her soaked cunt clenched hard around Tsunade's still-moving fingers, a fresh, involuntary trickle of clear fluid escaping her at the mere sight of the approaching creatures.
The fear and the excitement tangled together so tightly that her breathing turned shallow, rapid, and uneven.
"W-wait—those are—please, not that—I'll do anything else—this is going too far—! Please, I'll apologize properly, I'll crawl, I'll say whatever you want, just don't—!"
Tsunade only smirked, the cold amusement in her eyes deepening into something almost playful and cruel. She kept her fingers buried inside the fake, still moving in slow, deliberate, teasing circles that deliberately denied any real relief while the slugs continued their slow, inevitable climb up the soft skin of her calves.
"Anything?" she repeated softly, twisting the nipples again for emphasis. "Then stay exactly where you are, keep your legs open, and take whatever I decide to give you. You're the one who stole my body and offered it to an entire camp. This is just the next step."
The first slug reached the soft skin of the blond's calf. Its cool, slightly sticky underside left a faint, glowing trail of chakra-slick mucus as it crawled higher with unhurried purpose.
Another followed close behind, then a third, ascending both legs in slow, deliberate paths that made the fake's thighs tremble harder and harder. She tried once more to close her legs in instinctive panic; Tsunade's free hand forced them back open with casual, unyielding strength, pinning one knee firmly against the debris.
"Please—stop them—I'll be good—I'll say I'm nothing but a leaking hole again—just not the slugs—ahh—they're cold—!"
"They're chakra," Tsunade corrected mildly, watching the progress with open interest. "Living extensions of my will. And they're very curious about how wet you are."
The lead slug had reached the sensitive junction of her thigh. Its soft, pulsing body brushed against the soaked, oversensitive folds, tasting the wetness there with a faint, exploratory ripple. The fake's imagination raced ahead of the actual contact vivid images of the cool, living weight sliding inside her, filling her, moving and pulsing in ways no finger or cock ever could and that alone was enough to push her past the edge she had been hovering on.
Her body seized hard.
A sharp, unexpected, almost violent squirt sprayed across the floor and directly over the approaching cluster of slugs simply from the vivid mental image of what was about to happen. Her back arched off the debris, a broken, high, desperate cry escaping her throat as the orgasm hit purely from fear-tinged anticipation mixed with the ongoing stimulation of Tsunade's fingers and the continuous twisting of her nipples.
"See?" Tsunade murmured, the thin smile never leaving her lips as she watched the fresh puddle form and the first small chakra-slug continue its slow, deliberate path toward the still-spasming, dripping entrance. "You came just from imagining it. Imagine how hard you'll cum when they actually start."
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