The Hokage's office was quiet. Too quiet.
Naruto stood awkwardly in front of Tsunade's desk, shirt half-buttoned, a faint red mark still blooming on his neck courtesy of Ino's earlier "claim."
Tsunade sat behind the desk, arms crossed under her expansive chest, golden eyes studying him intently.
"Do you know why I called you here, Naruto?" she asked, tone even—but with an edge.
He gulped. "Uh… m-mission debrief?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Try again."
He stayed silent.
Tsunade rose slowly from her chair and circled the desk, heels clicking with authority. Her white coat slid off her shoulders, revealing her tight green top straining around her generous curves. Her hips swayed as she approached, towering over him.
"I've received several… disturbing chakra reports," she said, stepping so close her breasts nearly brushed his chest. "Yamanaka. Hyuuga. Two Uchiha. Even Kagami. All showing signs of heavy chakra transfer. Emotional fluctuations. Physical exhaustion. And all of them… connected to you."
"I… I didn't mean to—"
She grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back into the wall.
"I didn't say stop."
His eyes widened.
She gripped his chin, tilting his face up toward hers. "I'm going to conduct a full-body examination," she purred. "If you're lucky… I'll show you how a real woman handles this kind of power."
And then she kissed him—hard.
Her tongue invaded his mouth, her hands already tearing open his shirt, palms running over his chest with clinical precision and growing hunger. She dropped to her knees—not gently—and yanked his pants down with one smooth motion.
"Oh… my," she smirked. "No wonder they're addicted."
She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and slapped it gently against her cheek. Her tongue flicked out to trace the head, slow and testing, before she slid him into her mouth—deep.
Naruto nearly collapsed.
Tsunade's mouth was hot, wet, and utterly unforgiving. Her suction was perfect. No gagging. No hesitation. Just devouring.
And when she stood again—licking her lips—her top came off, her breasts bouncing free. "You're not going to faint, are you?" she teased, already guiding him backward toward her desk.
"I… I'll try not to," he panted.
"You will not," she ordered.
She shoved some scrolls aside, hopped up on the desk, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was already dripping, glistening under the soft office light. With one hand, she pulled him in.
"You're going to fuck your Hokage now, Naruto," she whispered. "And you're going to do it right."
He thrust in—and she moaned, head tipping back.
Her tightness was shocking—so wet and hot, wrapped around him like a velvet vice. Her legs locked around his waist as he began to thrust, slowly at first, but Tsunade was having none of it.
"Harder," she growled. "You think I came here for gentle?"
Naruto slammed into her—and again—and again.
Tsunade met every thrust, her nails digging into his back, breasts bouncing wildly with each slap of skin on skin. Her chakra flared, golden and monstrous, sending waves of heat through both their bodies.
"Come inside," she gasped, legs shaking. "Don't you dare pull out."
He obeyed.
Naruto came with a growl, filling her with thick pulses of cum as she climaxed around him, her voice sharp and high with release.
For a moment, silence.
Then Tsunade smiled lazily, brushing sweat-matted hair from his forehead.
"Congratulations, Naruto," she whispered. "You passed your Hokage evaluation."
In the shadows of the Hokage Monument, another figure watched through a crystal orb.
Mei Terumi, Mizukage of the Hidden Mist, licked her lips.
"Leaf boys grow up so deliciously, don't they?"