Fucking Tsunade(18+)

"Huh!"

Jiraiya exclaimed in his mind as he heard a cold and mechanical voice. It was really cold, like it was without any emotions.

"I-I really am back in the past," he thought as he looked at Tsunade, who looked like she was in her late teens, but her breasts were, umm... let's say fully developed.

Her boobs had already reached the legendary numbers of 106, and due to her being topless, Jiraiya's face turned a little red.

But he was also getting confused as he didn't remember something like this happening in the past. If something like this had happened, there was no way he would have forgotten about it.

Even though he had seen 106 secretly and had even guessed how big they were, in his past life, he was only able to take peeks from far, far away so that Tsunade couldn't catch him. Now, seeing them up close was different, way different than in his past life.

"Jiraiya~❤️" This was all Jiraiya heard from Tsunade before she kissed him on the lips, to which Jiraiya started to move his tongue instinctively.

You could say Jiraiya had that ultra-instinct when it came to having sex or foreplay.

His hands also almost instantly moved and grabbed Tsunade's boobs, and goddamn, they were soft—really soft, like a pillow that had just been bought and was still pure.

His mind raced as he tried to process the surreal experience. Her skin felt warm against his hands, and the softness was almost intoxicating. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

As Tsunade's lips pressed more firmly against his, Jiraiya's senses heightened. The taste of her lips was something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams. It was all so vivid, so real, that he could hardly believe he was actually experiencing it.

Tsunade's hands, shaky from being drunk, moved down Jiraiya's body. Her fingers wrapped around his penis, her grip a bit clumsy but firm. Her strokes were uneven, reflecting her inebriation.

Sometimes she moved slowly and carefully, other times more quickly and erratically. Despite the awkwardness, her touch sent shivers down Jiraiya's spine.

The warmth of her hand and her unsteady movements made each stroke feel raw and real.

With a swift movement, Tsunade pushed Jiraiya, making him fall to the ground. She was clearly intoxicated, her movements unsteady yet determined. Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes betrayed her drunken state, but her actions spoke of an intense, almost primal desire.

Jiraiya lay on his back, breathing heavily as he watched Tsunade. She climbed on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips. The sight of her bare breasts, full and swaying slightly with her movements, sent a jolt of arousal through him.

Tsunade's hands roamed his chest, her touch both gentle and rough as she explored his muscular form. Her fingers traced the lines of his abs, moved up to his shoulders, and then back down again. Her breathing was heavy, each exhale warm against his skin.

Her hips began to move, grinding against his hard cock. The wetness of her arousal was unmistakable, her slick folds sliding against his shaft, creating a delicious friction. Jiraiya's hands found their way to her hips, helping guide her movements, feeling the heat and the dampness between them.

Tsunade's head fell back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the nipples hardened and inviting. Jiraiya reached up, cupping one breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over the nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her.

The rhythm of their bodies synced, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles at first. The sensation was intoxicating, the combination of her wetness and his hardness creating an exquisite friction that left them both breathless.

Jiraiya could feel every movement, the way her body responded to his touch, the way her heat enveloped him. He moved his other hand to her other breast, squeezing gently, feeling the weight and softness. Her moans grew louder, her movements more frantic as the pleasure built within her.

Tsunade's hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she leaned forward, changing the angle. The new position allowed Jiraiya to thrust up into her, his cock slipping deeper inside her wet folds. The sensation was overwhelming, the tightness and warmth driving him to the edge.

Her body moved with a drunken grace, each thrust and grind more urgent than the last. Jiraiya's hands moved to her waist, holding her steady as he thrust into her, their bodies colliding with a rhythmic intensity. The sound of their skin slapping together, the wetness of their connection, filled the room.

Tsunade's head fell forward, her hair creating a curtain around their faces. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth slightly open as she gasped and moaned with each movement. Jiraiya could see the pleasure etched on her face, feel it in the way her body trembled and tightened around him.

Her hands moved to his chest, bracing herself as she rode him harder. Jiraiya could feel the tension building within him, the pleasure mounting to an unbearable peak. He thrust into her with increasing urgency, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

Tsunade's movements became more erratic, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm. Jiraiya could feel her walls tightening around him, the wetness increasing as she reached the edge. He thrust up into her one final time, holding her steady as they both climaxed.

The sensation was explosive, waves of pleasure radiating through their bodies. Jiraiya's vision blurred, his mind blanking out as he emptied himself inside her. Tsunade's body convulsed, her moans turning into a high-pitched cry as she came, her inner walls milking him for every drop.

Soon, Tsunade fell unconscious, either from being too drunk or from exhaustion.

Jiraiya was left lying there with a Saitama-like face, thinking about what had just happened, when he suddenly heard a voice saying, "Yo! You already did it, Jiraiya."

Suddenly, his younger self appeared in front of him again, and as soon as Jiraiya saw him, his eyes widened a little.

"You again...." Jiraiya was just about to ask something but was suddenly interrupted by his younger self.

"Shhhh... Let's take the rewards first for impregnating this blondie before I explain everything to you," he said as a transparent golden floating window with silver edges appeared in front of him.

{Please choose any three from the options below}

Potential: Demi-God (Your current potential is high-Kage level, which is as weak as a child compared to a demi-God.)

Chakra Reserves: 69 times the average shinobi (Your current chakra levels are around 6 times the average shinobi.)

Innate Abilities: Nature Manipulation On a planetary level at full potential.

Bloodlines: Senju Bloodline (Dominant bloodline with 95% presence in the child's body), Otsutsuki bloodline (Cannot be chosen as it is too diluted with human bloodlines.)

Bloodline Abilities: High Chakra reserves, Wood style, High regeneration ability, Strong body.

Chakra Affinity: Earth, Water, and Yang.

Legacies: Ashura's Legacy and Hashirama's Legacy (The child will have the potential to become a sage and use some of Ashura Otsutsuki's abilities.)

Past Life: Founder of the Senju Clan And the first human to be called a god after the passing of the Sage of Six Paths (You can take his memories.)

This Life: The True God of Shinobi (You can take his memories.)

Destiny: Making a truly peaceful world using tyrannical means and becoming the first ruler of the world (You can't choose your children's destinies.)

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