Chapter 19: Ashwood Chapter 18 – Tsunade’s Makeover

Tsunade walked through the corridors of City Lord’s Palace, making way for the entourage of people, all leaving with angry expressions. She ran her eyes over their faces and kept moving towards the meeting room that was empty now, mostly empty.

She hastened her steps, walking towards the door. For the past week, she had been waiting to catch this guy for a conversation, but he was always too busy or sleeping and since he barely got any time to sleep, she wasn’t cruel enough to wake him up.

‘Finally,’ She walked through the door, about to shout at him from across the hall when her eyes remained on the big guy talking to him. He had dark brown skin, and a muscular body and bald head, along with this smile on his lips that remained constant throughout. Their eyes met, and then her eyes met with Kal Ashwood’s, who shook the man’s hand as the bald guy took his leave.

Since she had to, she greeted him, stepping towards the main table. Her eyes looked at the man with purple hair, who hid his shimmering purple eyes behind the glasses, and he had a serious expression on his face. He stamped through the papers, one after the other, “Tsunade. Do you want something?”

“For one. I want to talk to Kal Ashwood?”

“Yeah. Come back in a thousand years. Maybe I won’t be swamped with work then.”

“Are you doing it?” Tsunade raised her eyebrows, curiously looking at the piles of paper, “where is this coming from? I thought most of the country ran itself and other stuff was handled by chosen Administrators by the Witch. You are supposed to be a figurehead.”

“That’s what they thought too,” Kal scratched his head, looking at Tsunade, “somehow, they learned that I am the one doing the permission thing, that I requested it. Since I wanted to make sure no…super strange creature goes under the radar. You know, like Irene. She is Two Star, but if push comes to shove, she could be treated as the MD grade. Which is why they went ahead and sent me ten thousand names, they would like to get the permission for and then only a few they want to permission for. They aren’t even trying to hide that they are doing this on purpose!”

Tsunade followed his eyes, looking at the boxes hidden behind the white boards. She suppressed her laugh, “what do they want?”

“No demands, they are keeping their cards hidden,” Kal sighed, “they are just…boiling me—”

“To mellow you down so you are easier to cut?” Tsunade leaned against the table, “why not give this work to your girl?”

“No. She doesn’t know who is who…she won’t notice a few things…no one else would really,” Kal read one of the papers, ‘there are so many people that I don’t know about…so many that didn’t come from imagination…or into my imagination, these faces, these people…I want to remember them all.’

“Yet…you look happy.”

“I do not,” Kal snappily raised his head, “Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

“Tifa is not my girlfriend!” Tsunade froze, and a pink flush covered her cheeks, “Don’t say it!”

“I never said I was talking about Tifa,” Kal stood up, chuckling, “then again…you two were lovers when you were both Evil.”

“We were…more of enemies,” Tsunade looked away from him, lying. Despite how much the two of them fought, a version of her was in love with a version of Tifa, and for her, those feelings carried, but didn’t see any sign of it from Tifa since then.

“Hm,” Kal stood in front of her, an inch away from her, “what did you want to talk to me about?”

Tsunade crossed her arms, “I need money…books…and a lab for research. Sarada has Otsutsuki Bloodline and after upgrading my Regeneration…I have seen signs of awakening of my Senju Bloodline. I might awaken my Grandfather’s—”

“Waste of time,” Kal shook his head, “Wood Release comes in Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline. Not Senju Clan. You have the Otsutsuki Clan Bloodline. You should think about awakening it.”

“How?” Tsunade furrowed her brows, “even to do that…I need resources, research, knowledge of this world. I want to—”

“Isolate the Otsutsuki Cells from Sarada, and you…an Uchiha and a Senju,” Kal stopped in the middle of his thought, ‘right. That might have worked because one had Indra’s Chakra while the other had Asura’s Chakra. Still…Sarada’s blood is close to purity. She needs a catalyst to awaken it. Research seems like a good idea.’

“There is one problem.”

“What?”

“I have no money.”

“What?” Tsunade raised her eyebrows, “you are the King? Basically. How are you not rich?”

“I don’t even get an allowance,” Kal rolled his eyes, placing his finger on his lips, “Kiss me and I might come up with a great idea to earn money fast.”

Tsunade cracked her knuckles, “how about I break some nuts first?”

“They will heal. I can handle the pain. My brain only works when my hormones are running wild.”

Tsunade took a deep breath. She placed her palm on his shirt, pulling him close, and planted her warm lips on his. She looked into his eyes, pulling a little away to remove his glasses, and she moved in to kiss again. Her hand moved up his chest and around his neck, along with her leg, which slid up his shin. She held onto him, raising her body, and sat down on the table as she pulled him closer in her arms.

She softly moaned, feeling his arm circle around her lower back, pulling her in his arms as he kissed back with increasing passion that she was enjoying. She felt his palms slid down to her pants when he pulled away altogether, leaving her hanging, “what?”

“No,” Kal rested his hands on the table, pecking her lips, “I changed my mind…change your clothes for me and I will tell you… my idea.”

“Change clothes…? Cosplay?” Tsunade kept her palms over his, catching his lips when he pecked hers, sucking on his upper lip, “tell me the idea…if it looks promising. I will wear those clothes.”

“Do you know how most people can use one magic a time, and genius can use 8, 9, 10, like Irene?”

“Yeah?” Tsunade had no idea what that had to do with anything.

Kal slid his palm and ten magic circles appeared, along with ice spears, “What if I tell you…I didn’t even have to a single resource to do that?”

“I will be impressed?”

“Ah, you don’t see. All I need is to create…take, for example,” a light flashed and a pen appeared in his palm, “Now, this took data. If I put this data into the program and create a loop.”

Tsunade watched the purple interface, and him type. The fingers seemed to be a habit, since the keys changes too fast. It was as if he was typing with his mind. She looked at the code on the purple screen, and when he pressed enter, pens started appearing, one after the other after the other.

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“If I increase the speed,” A green-blue-white data orb formed in front of them, and pens started raining down, until he stopped.

“I could do that with anything…without resources…even if they can’t be recreated in this world. As long as I have their data.”

Tsunade stared at his hand, and a shine appeared in her eyes. She looked at him, this time with a thousand times more enthusiasm. She tightly hugged him, “we are rich!! Rich! Super rich!! I will never have to worry about my gambling debts again!! I can rack them as high as I want!”

“Did you just say something outrageous?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Tsunade nibbled on his lower lip, “what dress you want me to wear?”

Kal visualized the clothes for her, and along with a blue flash, they appeared on her body. A white, near-transparent top appeared on her body. It was loose, deep neck, with two straps meeting on her breasts, right above her nipples, which were covered by the black tube bra, and blue short shorts under her along with lacy panties, ‘this should do?’

“What is this!” Tsunade raised voice, looking up at him in shame over such clothes when he put his fingers through her hair, opening her double pony tail, combing her hairs with his fingers and mana.

“What?!”

“You are gorgeous.”

Tsunade’s words got stuck in her throat. She looked at the look in his eyes, wanting, desiring, appreciating, “but you also have a thousand, ten thousand year long life. And that is not counting your physical being optimised by the system. Why do you wear such…old woman's clothes? Wear something nice. You look so much hotter, prettier, fresher like this.”

“Go to hell!” Tsunade pushed him away, kicking towards his head, but he dodged it, grabbing her leg. Her leg dragged against his shoulder, and he held it, pushing forward, until her flexible leg touched her shoulder and his.

“You know, this is great. This makes me want to do things like these to you,” He put his hand inside her short shorts, keeping her leg trapped, cupping her neck. He peered into her eyes, sliding his fingers inside, which was much wetter than the outside.

Tsunade breathed out, looking down, moaning as his fingers hastened, covered in that damn purple, negative mana, reaching so deep, exploring her inside, from the sides, top to bottom. She parted her lips, gripping on his arms, gasping. She jerked her head back, “Ohh!! Stop~!!!”

Kal hastened the speed his fingers went in and out of her body, watching her every reaction, feeling her nails pierce through his arms. His thumb stroked, rubbed, pressed her clit, and her cries of pleasure became erratic, feeling this storm build in her stomach, reaching closer, and closer to her edge when he removed his palm, leaving her hanging.

“Stop...stop doing that…just…let me…” Tsunade panted, looking up, staring at the roof where an icy blue magic circle appeared, freeing it, making a temporary mirror. 

He raised her head, having her watch herself, moaning, while he pushed another finger inside of her, moving in and out of her, faster through her wet, sloppy pussy.

Tsunade arched her body, watching herself, dressed like a twenty-year-old, his boob being kneaded by him, and his hand inside her shorts, fingering her. She gasped for breath, and she got even lesser of it as she reached closer to an edge. Her pussy was burning, and her whole body was trembling, convulsing. Her trained body was melting away, and electric current hit every corner of her body. She arched her body to the extreme, her toes curling, and she held her breath, hoarsely screaming, “Fuuuuuuckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She gushed out all over his hand, blasting it with her juices, panting, lying on his table, “Mmm…mm…funnn…nnnn…mnnn.”

She was catching her breath when he grabbed her neck and lifted her from the table, putting her on her feet. She trembled, looking up at him when he forcefully kissed her lips, grabbing her head.

Tsunade barely had the time to speak when he smashed his lips against hers. She helplessly tried to get away from him, but his kisses became more passionate, wanting. She rubbed herself against him, against the cock that was becoming harder by the second, digging inside her cunt.

He turned her over, slamming her into the table, and two tails appeared from behind his back, pushing against her arms, which she pinned while he pulled down her shorts and panties, dropping them to her ankles and drove into her from behind.

“Mmmmuhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!!” Tsunade moaned, arching her back as he started swinging his hips. He leaned over her, gripping her boobs and she parted her lips, sticking out her tongue, moaning, “kiss me….”

“What?”

Tsunade pantingly looked at his lips, shaking her ass, grinding it, “Kiss me~!”

Kal leaned forward, locking his lips against hers, smacking her ass, and she moaned in his mouth, getting pounded with every thrust.

Tsunade cried in pleasure, faster, louder, as his thick cock make a mess of her pussy. She squealed in ecstasy, having her sopping wet pussy hammered. She was being pressed under his defined muscular body; her moans vibrating through her slobbery tongue. Her pelvis got rammed with every thrust, making a loud smacking sound as his cock battered her pussy, causing her first orgasm to rage through her body.

Tsunade panted, her forehead covered in sweat and cheek, and she sucked on his tongue as he slowed down. She wanted to hold him but she couldn’t and the only way to get what she wanted was to, “cum inside me….”

Ashwood pulled away, stroking her cheek, pulling his cock back until the tip was out of her sloppy hole, and she moaned in agony.

Tsunade stared into his eyes, tightening her jaw. She moved her ass, rubbing her slit against the tip of his cock, and when she couldn’t get what she wanted. She begged, “Please…cum inside me…cover my slutty pussy in your cum! I want to be filled!”

“You are too easy,” Kal placed his palms on her ass, shoving the tip of his cock inside and he rammed inside, watching her whole body shiver, and another orgasm hit her. He groaned, ejecting inside of her, shooting the stream of white-hot cum into her womb.

Tsunade trembled, gripping on the table, shuddering, shaking, until her orgasm passed. She breathed on the table, blankly staring at the wall. She twitched when he dragged his cock out of her sensitive hole, and then raised her body, hugging her from behind, “Tsunade.”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my little slut for the day?”

Tsunade gulped, rubbing her ass against the cock lodged between her butt cheeks, “Yeah…I will.”

Kal breathed in her scent, placing his palm on her clit, stroking it, while holding her hair to keep her in place, “I love it when you say yes to things that allows me to do so many things to you.”

“So do I,” Tsunade arched her neck, fixing her green eyes on him, “I’ll be a good whore…so you better satisfy me.”

Kal narrowed his purple eyes in a smile when his tails moved around her, covered in negative data, mainly overwhelming lust. They dragged against her body, and one of them forced their way in her mouth and she shuddered, wondering if she shouldn’t have challenged him.

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