Naruto: Futanari System

A/N: Don't be too picky about he politics. Obviously you could argue the daimiyo controls trade routes, but chill.

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Just as Tsunade had mentioned, the new meeting room was significantly smaller than the previous grand conference hall. A single oval-shaped table sat cramped in the center, barely enough space to accommodate six people. The walls had no windows, and the only illumination came from a few lamps spaced unevenly along the room's edges.

Organized neatly around the table were already six chairs—one for each attendee. This small detail didn't sit right with Ryoku. 'How is there already a perfect number of chairs? This looks more like a table for four than six, so I doubt this table initially had six chairs around it. Don't tell me…'

A shiver crawled down Ryoku's spine as realization dawned on him. In the show, it had been mentioned that Anbu operatives were stationed around the Hokage at all times. A specific squad dedicated solely to her protection. That could only mean one thing.

'Does Tsunade have no shame?!' Ryoku thought, horrified as he cast a side glance at the woman in question. As he prepared to spiral further into his ranting thoughts, Ryoku snapped back to attention. Everyone else had already entered the room and were settling into place. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself in such a serious diplomatic setting, Ryoku hurriedly made his way to his seat and sat down.

But something was off. He waited for the others to sit, but no one followed his lead. Instead, the Mist ninja stared at him blankly, then shifted their confused gazes to Tsunade.

Clearly displeased, Tsunade shot Ryoku a sharp glare that forced him right back to his feet. "Sorry about that. It's his first meeting," Tsunade apologized, smoothing things over with ease.

Mei chuckled lightly. "It's quite alright. It's refreshing to have youth that don't know the customs. Being in a room of young people makes me feel all the younger."

Tsunade was the first to sit, followed by the Mizukage and then the others. Ryoku, now a bit more cautious, sat down again. But no sooner had he settled than a sharp pressure clamped down on his balls beneath the table, almost forcing a pained yelp from his throat. Leaning closer, Tsunade whispered through clenched teeth, "You better not scream and don't do anything until I do it first, understood?!"

Ryoku nodded stiffly, struggling to maintain his composure while masking the intimate assault happening below the table.

Once she was sure Ryoku understood, Tsunade loosened her grip—slightly. But things were far from over. Slipping her hand into his pants, pulling at his boxers, she began to fondle his balls lightly, fingers brushing up to stroke his cock.

Ryoku squirmed, trying to pull away without making it obvious, but every attempt was met with another sharp squeeze that kept him obediently rooted in place.

Left with no other option but to accept his fate, Ryoku sat forward, an intense expression contorting his face as he focused on controlling both his breathing and his overwhelming sensitivity.

Mei was the first to speak, launching the meeting into motion. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Tsunade. I've heard a lot about you and your exploits during the great ninja wars. You were quite the asset to your village," Mei praised, her professional smile unwavering.

Tsunade nodded with practiced politeness. "Likewise. It mustn't have been easy to unite your village and put an end to the death and destruction. You're as good a leader as you are a shinobi—many don't have that."

Mei gave a courteous nod of respect.

Meanwhile, beneath the table, Ryoku was fighting for his life not to break into a sweat. As much as he hated to admit it, Tsunade's handjobs were something else. Not quite as mind-blowing as her ass, but dangerously close. He occasionally let slip a quiet moan, only to bite his lip in frustration when he noticed Chojuro staring at him.

Unable to pretend he didn't notice anymore, Ryoku met Chojuro's gaze directly. But instead of receiving some awkward smile or polite nod, Chojuro immediately averted his eyes, flustered.

'There's no way he can tell or see what's going on under the table, so what's up with him?' Ryoku pondered, trying to push it aside.

The meeting trudged on. From what Ryoku could discern, Mei was attempting to request the ability to use the trade routes between their two nations. However, she seemed unable to articulate it directly, and neither Tsunade nor Koharu seemed to fully grasp her intent.

Despite his degenerate interests, Ryoku had been a nerd in his previous life—studying politics and economics religiously. His dream job had once been to become a corrupt politician, embezzling funds to create the first futanari robot. That dream never came true, but the knowledge stuck.

Knowing his place, Ryoku kept silent. But patience had its limits. He was being relentlessly jerked off beneath the table, and he had no intentions of cumming in his freshly washed cargos. 'She's so focused on jerking me off that she's missing the Mizukage's point entirely!' Ryoku thought bitterly.

The awkward dance of confusion between the Hokage and Mizukage continued, prolonging both the handjob and the meeting. Everyone looked exhausted.

Clearing his throat, Ryoku finally spoke up. "What she's trying to say.. Lady Tsunade, is that they want access to the trade routes that operate on the border of the Land Of Fire, so they can use them to trade with the leaf and other nations"

Mei, clearly relieved someone had finally understood her roundabout phrasing, offered Ryoku a gracious smile and nod.

Tsunade glanced between Ryoku and Mei. "Oh, I see… And you want to do this off the strength of what?"

Mei faltered at Tsunade's bluntness, momentarily thrown off, forcing her to rethink her words.

Meanwhile, Chojuro was back to staring at Ryoku, his cheeks noticeably rosier than before.

Ryoku, too focused on the unfolding discussion, ignored the persistent stares. 'It seems Lady Tsunade doesn't intend to hand over these routes just because the Mist has a new, less corrupt leader. She's angling for something more…'

Scratching his head in thought, Ryoku mused, 'But wouldn't she gain an alliance from it? Either those trade routes are a huge contributor to Konoha's economy, or Tsunade believes she has enough leverage to make the Mist pay for the routes and secure an alliance at the same time…'

Before he could ponder further, Tsunade's hand finally withdrew from his pants, freeing him from his torment.

"Ryoku, go get our guests here some refreshments. We'll be taking a short break," Tsunade ordered in a polite, even tone.

The Mizukage, still visibly shaken by Tsunade's words, turned to Chojuro. "Chojuro, be a dear and help him out," she requested. Chojuro nodded in agreement.

The two exited the stuffy room, walking down the hallway together. The air between them felt… charged, thick with something unspoken.

As the seconds passed, Ryoku decided this couldn't go on any longer, stopping in his tracks and turning to face Chojuro directly, Ryoku questioned "What's your issue?" His tone was sharp and demanding.

Chojuro attempted to look away at the ground and remain silent, but Ryoku wasn't having it, walking over, he grabbed Chojuro's chin and raised it, their faces inches apart. "Well?"

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