"Ugh..."
Suzuki quickly curled in on himself, desperately turning his back so he wouldn't have to face Yugao. His face was burning with intense embarrassment.
Sure, he knew his reaction might be different from older, more experienced men who could shamelessly flaunt their manliness, but it was normal since he was still a virgin! More importantly, he was young! A shinobi's life expectancy was notoriously short, but his body was still undeniably in its youth. While his mind could remain perfectly calm when facing death or managing his businesses, it was practically impossible for him to suppress this kind of natural reaction.
He knew he shouldn't be having these thoughts about his Anbu escort, but what was he supposed to do? He was a perfectly healthy young man!
"...You should go back to your room, Yugao-san. I need to calm down."
Yet, Yugao didn't leave. Hearing his flustered, strained voice stirred a complex swirl of emotions within her. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way either, but a small part of her was undeniably thrilled by his reaction.
Isn't it a little too big, though?
How old was Suzuki, really? Seeing how immensely he had grown down there left her in mild disbelief. For a brief second, she wondered if he had stuffed something in his yukata to prank her. But seeing how furiously red his ears and neck were, she knew this was the genuine, unfiltered reaction of a healthy young boy overwhelmed by the presence of an attractive woman.
A soft, almost mischievous smile tugged at her lips.
Her reaction felt strange even to herself. But after acting so entirely submissive before him earlier—after witnessing how cold, overbearing, and ruthless he could be—seeing him so flustered and vulnerable triggered something deep within her. It made her feel like she had the upper hand again.
If anyone else had looked at her with such raw desire, she would have been thoroughly disgusted. But Suzuki was young. He probably didn't even fully understand the overwhelming impulses of his own body. And considering how stoic he usually was, she had never expected him to have such a fierce, hidden appetite.
"Don't be embarrassed," Yugao whispered, shuffling closer. "It's a completely normal reaction."
"..." Suzuki squeezed his eyes shut.
"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with you." Her voice was gentle and incredibly soothing, washing over his tense shoulders.
"I don't think so."
Suzuki felt a pang of guilt. He thought of the two young heroines waiting for him back in the village. Showing this kind of reaction to an older woman made him feel terrible, but he just couldn't force his body to stand down.
Sensing his inner turmoil, Yugao felt a sudden urge to comfort him fully. "You really don't have to think it's weird," she cooed, her breath hot against his ear. "Getting an erection is perfectly natural for a growing boy. Let me see it. It's okay, you know?"
"...Why do I have to show it to you?"
"Don't be shy." Yugao couldn't help but giggle at his stubborn innocence. "I know you're stressed and you don't have anyone to talk to about these things. How about I take care of it for you?"
Even as the words left her mouth, Yugao felt a flush of heat rise to her own cheeks. Her mind was clouded with an unsuppressed, heavy impulse, pushing her to blurt out exactly what she was craving. The tension in the room was simply too intoxicating to ignore.
"..."
Suzuki turned slightly, staring at Yugao in a total daze. Had he heard her right? Was this beautiful Anbu seriously offering what he thought she was offering?
He hesitated. If this were his alternate life in another world, or if they were both older and more familiar, he might not have thought twice. But this was Yugao Uzuki—an elite operative directly under the Hokage! What if this was some bizarre loyalty test?
"Yugao-san?" he choked out.
"Shh..." Yugao pressed a slender finger to his lips, her eyes hooded with desire. "You're a growing boy. But..." She paused, a breathless hitch in her voice. "Can you keep this our little secret?"
"..."
Suzuki, completely overwhelmed, nodded his head furiously.
"Good boy..." Yugao sighed in relief. She thought he looked incredibly cute in his desperation. His features, naturally refined by his Manager skill and the influence of his alternate selves, were already handsome. But as her soft hand finally slipped beneath the fabric of his yukata and wrapped around him, she realized that this specific part of him was far from 'cute'—it was fiercely intimidating.
Suzuki let out a trembling gasp, instinctively pulling her close. His shudder of pure excitement sent a matching thrill straight up Yugao's spine. Her warm, practiced hand began to move, offering him the ultimate comfort.
"Yugao-san..." he groaned, his control slipping.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her lips brushing his flushed cheek. "Just let it all out. I'll take care of you."
Like a dam finally breaking under immense pressure, the tension shattered. It was his first time, and the sheer volume of his release was overwhelming, staining her soft fingers, her yukata, and her flawless skin. It felt as though, in that searing moment, she completely belonged to him.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Suzuki's breathing was heavy and ragged. His mind was entirely blank as he stared at Yugao, whose beautiful face was flushed and distorted with her own deep, intoxicating pleasure.
Sensing that his desire was far from quenched, Yugao threw caution to the wind. Taking a shaky breath, she pulled him closer and whispered, "Just make sure you release it outside, okay?"
Given the green light, Suzuki didn't hesitate. Tangling his hands in her purple hair, he fully gave in to the euphoria of the night.
By the time morning light filtered into the room, their bodies were thoroughly exhausted, yet the lingering addiction was undeniable. They knew they needed to leave the hotel and resume their mission to find Tsunade, but the pull of the bed—and each other—was incredibly strong.
All the stress, the burdens of the ninja world, the heavy expectations—for a few hours, it had all been completely flushed away. They had found a dangerous, deeply satisfying escape in one another.
Was it right? Suzuki didn't know. As he held her warm, bare waist tightly from behind, burying his face in her hair, he simply couldn't bring himself to care. Yugao, too, felt a lingering, sweet euphoria that made it impossible to regret a single thing.
Still, reality eventually set in. Suzuki had more than enough money to extend their stay in luxury, but Yugao gently patted his arm.
"Shouldn't we go search for Tsunade-sama?"
"...Right now?" he mumbled against her neck.
"It's better to start now. We have no idea where she is."
"..."
Yugao looked back at him, sighing helplessly as she affectionately stroked his messy hair. "We can do this again later. After we meet her."
"Really? You aren't lying?"
"I promise," Yugao smiled softly, though her tone turned serious. "But only when we're outside the village, okay? Once we go back to Konoha..."
"I know."
Suzuki wasn't stupid. He knew they couldn't act on this dynamic back home. Still, who would ever suspect that something like this had happened between the Hokage's seemingly innocent young disciple and his elite Anbu guard? Yugao had been thoroughly conquered.
Later that day, as they finally hit the road, Yugao fretted about the difficulty of their mission. Finding one wandering medical ninja could take months. Suzuki, however, wasn't worried. He knew Tsunade wouldn't leave the Land of Fire. The comfort, the food, and the luxuries of this specific country simply couldn't be matched by the harsher territories outside its borders.
Walking through a bustling, lively town, Suzuki felt a brief thrill of being an adventurer.
"Say, Yugao-san," Suzuki asked casually.
"Hmm?"
"What are Tsunade-sama's most noticeable features?"
Holding his hand to maintain their cover, Yugao tapped her chin. "It should be her beautiful golden hair."
"Is that all?"
"Er... and her immense chest. Plus, her clothes are quite unique."
"How unique?"
"If I remember correctly, she wears a green haori with the kanji for 'Gamble' written on the back."
"...She likes to gamble?"
"...Yeah."
Suzuki blinked. He stopped walking and pointed a finger down the street. Walking straight toward a large, noisy gambling den was a stunning blonde woman in a green coat, followed closely by a cute, short-haired girl carrying a small pig.
"Is that her?"
"Eh?!" Yugao gasped.
Just like that, the legendary Sannin had been found.