Shikai, surprised by Tsunade's resilience, realized she was employing a unique technique to renew her endurance. He sensed a natural energy escaping from her body, a vital force that kept her awake and energized. He laughed, a laugh of pleasure, "You're using natural chakra, clever!" he whispered near her neck. Tsunade, with a mischievous smile, said nothing, continuing to seduce him with her sensual movements.
As the hours passed, Shikai's chamber filled with an aroma of sex and sweat, a sensual blend that further excited their senses. The bed, now covered in disheveled sheets and sweaty bodies, bore witness to the passion that had unleashed.
Tsunade positioned herself on her side, her legs raised, offering a unique view of her body. Shikai, with one hand, caressed her ass, the other resting on her hip, guiding her movements. She moved with incredible grace, her breasts bouncing, her wet pussy rubbing against him. Her cries, now more muffled, resonated in the room, her ass rising with each thrust.
Pleasure reached new heights, their bodies contracting, tensing, and then relaxing in an intense and prolonged orgasm. Tsunade, with a cry of pleasure, surrendered, her muscles contracting around Shikai, gripping him tightly.
Night turned to day, but the passion between Shikai and Tsunade showed no signs of fading. They continued to love, to desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, giving and receiving endless pleasure. Their moans were so loud that they woke up Mikoto, who was sleeping nearby.
***
Shikai stood on the balcony of his chamber, observing his village spread below. The gentle breeze stirred the edges of his long black coat, and his hair danced in the cool morning air. An enigmatic smile stretched across his lips as he glanced back at the bed. There, Tsunade lay exhausted, her naked body covered in sweat and fluids, the sheets in disarray. She had given her all, even utilizing her Byakugō and the Sennin mode, but nothing could match Shikai's endurance.
"Well, I'm surprised she has such good stamina," he murmured, amused.
Tsunade, her eyes half-closed, managed a weak smile, unable to respond. Shikai adjusted his coat, concealing the powerful musculature of his chest, and turned away.
He had already given orders to each member of his organization, except for Jura, who had yet to present himself with the Konan matter. But for now, he had no intention of worrying about it. He had a far more important mission to accomplish.
Shikai left his chamber, traversing the corridor with a slow but determined stride. The door they had broken the previous day had been repaired with Tsunade's Mokuton, a detail he hadn't even noticed at the time. His objective was clear: to reach Orochimaru's laboratory and witness the results of years of experiments and genetic manipulations on her.
...
As he entered the subterranean laboratory, a metallic and sterile odor filled his nostrils. Sophisticated equipment, vials containing strange liquids, and tubes filled with humanoid specimens surrounded him. Orochimaru stood there, looking satisfied, a smirk on his lips.
"Shikai, I thought you'd still be recovering after... well, after all the exercises these past few days," Orochimaru said with malice.
Shikai laughed softly, a deep and almost intimidating sound. "You should be more concerned about the Sannin. But I'm not here to talk about that. Tell me, are you finished?"
Orochimaru's face darkened slightly, but he nodded. "Yes, the process is complete. But I must admit, I still don't understand why you insisted on this particular specimen."
Shikai fixed him with a piercing gaze, his dark eyes shining with an intensity that was almost frightening. "Just obey, Orochimaru. You'll understand soon."
Orochimaru looked at him skeptically.
They approached a tube containing a greenish liquid, in which a feminine silhouette floated. Her appearance was striking: short olive-green hair, a slender and muscular build, and a face marked by an expression that was both peaceful and resolute.
"Pakura, the hero kunoichi of Suna," Orochimaru murmured, tapping on the glass.
Shikai said nothing. He placed his hand on the tube and released a wave of chakra, shattering the glass with a single gesture. The liquid spilled onto the floor, and the woman fell to her knees, panting and disoriented. Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking first at Orochimaru and then at Shikai.
"Where... where am I?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
"Hero of Suna..." Shikai replied calmly.
She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Who are you? Shouldn't I be... dead?"
Orochimaru intervened, playing his role to perfection. "Exactly. But our sovereign has brought you back to life."
Pakura straightened up, unsteady. "Why? Why bring me back? Who are you? And what do you expect from me?"
Shikai stepped forward, his overwhelming aura filling the room. His voice, calm and neutral, resonated. "Don't you wish for revenge? Against Kiri, who trapped and killed you? Against Suna, who used and abandoned you? Against this shinobi world, rotten to the core with traitors and cowards?"