Naruto: Futanari System

A/N: Ngl my plot writing skills are gonna go into full effect for this Mizukage visit. Stay tuned, shit will get real fun.

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The next day had come swiftly, and Ryoku flickered down from the upper branches of a nearby tree. His descent was smooth, practiced. It had taken him only minutes to arrive at the Hokage Mansion, placing him a good ten minutes early. That gave him just enough time to collect himself before the tension of an international diplomatic summit hit him full force.

Exhaling deeply, Ryoku sulked toward the Hokage Mansion gates, his hands shoved into his pockets. 'Such a serious meeting and on my day off.. She told me beforehand, but still..' His brow furrowed slightly, footsteps dragging more than they should have.

"Here for the meeting?" a woman's voice called out. Ryoku glanced up at the sound, straightening his posture instinctively. Standing guard at the gates was a shinobi he instantly recognized—but not in the usual way.

It was Asuma.

Puzzled that the usual Chunin wasn't manning the gate, Ryoku squinted and scratched his head. Something felt off. "You're?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he probed for confirmation.

"Asuma," she replied quickly, tone level.

Although it was clearly her, the lack of facial hair threw Ryoku for a moment. Her beard was gone. The only unmistakable feature was the ever-present cigarette perched between her lips.

"Nice to meet you, Asuma." Ryoku responded politely, dipping his head in a respectful bow. Raising his gaze, he added, "I haven't seen you around here, are you a new hire?"

Asuma gave a small shake of her head, her short, spiky hair bouncing lightly with the motion. "No, I'm here temporarily for the Kage Summit. After this, I'm back on my usual ninja duties."

Ryoku nodded in understanding. "Hopefully this meeting doesn't drag on.. I was looking forward to enjoying my day off. I'm sure you were too."

A low chuckle escaped Asuma's lips as she tilted her head, motioning for Ryoku to proceed through the gate. He obliged, walking forward with a sigh. 'Asuma wasn't as cute as the other girls, but I'm glad for some normalcy for once. There's too many beautiful futa women lurking in every corner—'

His thought was cut short as he spotted her. A vision that almost felt choreographed. A beautiful futa ninja he'd seen nearly every day since he arrived in Konoha—Kakashi Hatake.

Kakashi's face lit up when she spotted him, her usual unreadable expression giving way to warm recognition. Her silver hair, unlike in the canon, was straight and wavy—slicked stylishly to one side, covering one eye. Gone was the full mask. She wore only an eyepatch, and her full, plump lips were exposed for all to see.

Ryoku's eyes were drawn to her mouth involuntarily. Those lips—ripe and seductively shaped—were the kind that only appeared once a decade. A small beauty mark adorned the side of her chin, enhancing her already unfairly perfect face. "So hot.." he mumbled to himself, eyes stuck on her like magnets.

"What a pleasant surprise. Nice to see you, Ryoku," Kakashi said, casually snapping her infamous romance book shut with one hand. "How was your Saturday day-off?"

The mention of Saturday sent a lightning bolt of flashbacks through Ryoku's brain—images of Danzo's massive tits and Hiashi's thick cock flooded his thoughts. The memories were still vivid. The arousal climbed fast in his chest, blood rushing downward.

His cheeks went pink instantly. "G-good.." he replied meekly, shifting on the spot as the pressure from the butt plug reminded him it was still very much there.

His stance grew awkward as he adjusted subconsciously, trying to hide the discomfort and the steadily rising erection. But his body was betraying him—trembling ever so slightly, his expression flushed and sweaty.

Kakashi tilted her head slightly, noticing his strange movements and color. "Are you alright?" she asked, concern lacing her voice. Her lips curled into a soft pout, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.

"Lady Tsunade is waiting for you in the conference room, but you seem like you're struggling to stand. I'll help you get there," Kakashi stated matter-of-factly, looping his arm over her neck before he could protest.

"N- no.. That isn't necessary, seriously.." Ryoku muttered, his voice thin with panic. But she held him tightly, pressing him against the firm padding of her green flak jacket—so tight, it looked like it might burst from her chest alone.

Every sharp step made Ryoku's head bump lightly against her tits. The jacket's material was rough, but the softness of what lay beneath wasn't lost on him. They ascended the stairs—two whole flights—and each bounce drove his embarrassment further.

"K- Kakashi, I'm good.." he insisted, but she didn't budge. She was too determined.

Secretly, Ryoku didn't mind. Her boobs felt like pillows, and she smelled amazing—clean with just a hint of natural sweat. It was distracting in all the right ways.

With her "help," they reached the third floor at last. Kakashi let go of him, wiping her brow. Sweat had soaked into the armpits of her navy long sleeve t-shirt, leaving wet stains behind. Her cleavage, now fully visible, glistened slightly.

Embarrassed, Kakashi quickly lowered her arms and pulled out a small handkerchief from her pocket, wiping down her breasts and the space between them. "Sorry.. I'll be on my way then.." she said quickly, her cheeks red as she scurried off.

As she passed Ryoku, the scent of her sweat hit him like a tsunami—salty, raw, intoxicating. It immediately reminded him of Sakura. 'I don't know when I developed this passion, but it's like smelling petrol, it's a weird smell I can never get enough of..' he admitted to himself, for the first time realizing just how abnormal his desires had become.

Shaking the thought, he turned toward the large door at the end of the hallway—the conference room.

Without knocking, Ryoku opened it and stepped inside.

Sitting alone at the far end of the large round table was Lady Tsunade, glasses perched on her nose as she read over a document. The table wound around the room, expansive and sturdy. At the sound of the creaking door, she looked up.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. "Ryoku. I've been waiting for you," she said smoothly, gesturing for him to come closer. "Be a dear and suck my cock as we wait for the new Mizukage to arrive. We still have plenty of time and I need to blow off some steam."

Her tone was calm. Almost too casual. Ryoku's mouth opened, ready to speak, but all that came out was, "Huh?!"

Tsunade sighed, lifting the document off the table and setting it aside. "I need you to suck me off. I don't have time for your innocent act. Two days ago you offered to be spanked and were being fingered by me. Now hurry up and get under the table. The Mizukage is going to be here soon and if I'm not taken care of prior, my performance won't be good enough and it'll be all your fault."

Ryoku froze. He had no words. What could he say? He was moments away from getting fucked the last time they were alone. Drawing the line here seemed almost comedic.

"Hurry up then, you don't want to shoulder the burden of war do you?" Tsunade added with a teasing edge, clearly amused by his stunned silence.

Ding! [New Mission! Give Lady Tsunade a Blow Job! Reward: 50XP + System Map!]

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