Splurt!

As the clear, steaming water of the onsen suddenly turned a cloudy, muddy white, Suzuki stared blankly at the ceiling. He was in an absolute, breathless daze. A profound, overwhelming comfort washed over his entire body as a soft, practiced hand continued to squeeze him snugly beneath the surface, sending indescribable shivers straight up his spine.

Yugao was nice, but Shizune?

Shizune is godly, Suzuki concluded numbly.

He knew it was slightly degenerate to make the comparison, especially since he had intimately crossed the final line with Yugao. But Shizune was an elite medical ninja. She understood the intricate anatomy of the male human body better than anyone alive. The moment she saw his reaction, she hadn’t just panicked; she had calculated exactly which pressure points and movements would provide the fastest, most overwhelming physical comfort.

Yet, a single release wasn’t enough to completely calm him down. As Shizune felt his core remain as rigid as ever beneath her hand, her own mind grew hazy. The sheer heat of the onsen and the forbidden thrill of the situation made it impossible for her to let him go. She didn’t want him to remain uncomfortable, and she certainly didn’t want anyone else—like Yugao or Tsunade—walking in and seeing him in this state.

"It’s... it’s still hard," Shizune whispered, her face burning.

"...I’m sorry, but... you’re just too good at this, Shizune-san."

Suzuki hesitated for a second, fighting his own rapidly crumbling self-control, before asking in a strained voice, "C-Can I ask you to do it again?"

"....."

Shizune stared into his boyish, flushed face. Seeing the raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes, she let out a helpless, deeply affectionate sigh.

"Just... promise you won’t tell the others, okay?"

"I promise!"

"Geez..."

Shizune knew she was also at fault here. Considering Suzuki was a healthy, highly active young man, this kind of reaction was practically biologically inevitable. Furthermore, he was an orphan. He didn’t have parents or older siblings to properly guide him through puberty. As the older, responsible adult, it was technically her duty to ’teach’ him how to handle his body.

Or at least, that was the flimsy excuse she used to justify the fact that seeing him react so strongly to her touch pleased her immensely.

"W-What are you doing, Shizune-san?!"

Suzuki gasped, violently startled as the situation suddenly escalated beyond his wildest imagination!

Shizune smoothly shifted her position in the water, moving directly between his legs. Without a word, she lowered her head beneath the surface of the steaming water.

"Don’t tell anyone about this," she murmured right against his skin.

She looked up, meeting his shocked gaze through the rippling water, before opening her pretty lips and taking him in entirely.

Suzuki squeezed his eyes shut, his head falling back against the stones as his hands instinctively tangled in her short, wet hair, letting out a long, ragged sigh of absolute comfort.

He wasn’t entirely sure how the situation had accelerated to this point, but he knew the foundational reason why it was happening: he had built an unbreakable rapport with both Shizune and Tsunade.

Over the past weeks, he had firmly imprinted the image of a tragically hard-working, desperate young man who was pushing himself to the absolute brink. He trained endlessly, studied medical jutsu until his eyes bled, and ruthlessly managed corporate logistics—all to ensure he wouldn’t be at the mercy of a cruel world.

Knowing how much physical and psychological burden he carried on his young shoulders, Shizune simply couldn’t control her maternal urge to pamper him. And, if she was being entirely honest with herself, despite his youth, his stoic, commanding personality was exactly her type.

Because she had dedicated her entire life to following Tsunade, Shizune had long accepted that romance was impossible for her. Her absolute priority was taking care of her master. Since Tsunade remained stubbornly single, Shizune had fully intended to remain a maiden forever.

It sounded exaggerated, and Tsunade certainly wouldn’t have wanted Shizune to throw away her youth, but Shizune felt bound by loyalty. She was the niece of Dan Kato—Tsunade’s deceased lover. Furthermore, witnessing Tsunade’s crippling trauma after losing every man she had ever loved had deeply affected Shizune. If love only brought that level of soul-crushing agony, Shizune figured it was safer to avoid it altogether.

But meeting Suzuki had changed the equation entirely.

He might be young, but he possessed the raw ambition, wealth, and protective power that every woman secretly desired.

When Suzuki finally, truly calmed down, the two of them simply held each other in the warm water for a long time.

"If you ever feel overwhelmed like this again... just tell me, okay?" Shizune whispered, resting her flushed cheek against his bare chest. "I’ll always help you."

"Shizune-san..."

"Shh... just keep it our little secret."

How could Shizune be so incredibly bold despite being a complete maiden herself? She wasn’t entirely sure. Perhaps because she was the older one, she felt a strange responsibility to take the lead. Regardless, knowing that this untouchable, brilliant prodigy desired her touch sent a thrilling, addictive shiver straight to her core.

Later that evening, the young man who had just severely complicated his interpersonal relationships in the Naruto world was staring blankly at his dinner plate.

"What’s wrong with you?" Tsunade asked through a mouthful of food, noticing his prolonged silence.

Shiro and Kuro were sound asleep on a cushion nearby, completely exhausted, leaving all of Tsunade’s attention focused squarely on Suzuki.

"Nothing. I’m just thinking," Suzuki replied vaguely. He absolutely refused to tell Tsunade—or Yugao—about what had just happened in the onsen with Shizune. What happened in private needed to stay strictly private. If his deeply complicated, highly inappropriate relationships with the older women around him were exposed, the resulting scandal would be apocalyptic.

"What are you thinking so hard about? Figuring out a new way to get richer, or a new way to get stronger?" Tsunade looked at him helplessly.

"..."

Suzuki didn’t reply, opting to quietly chew on his steak.

"Geez..." Tsunade reached over and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Don’t be so impatient, kid. You have monstrous talent. All you need is time to let your body catch up. Honestly, with your current skillset, you could already face an average Jonin and win. As for your business stresses... I-I will try not to gamble so recklessly from now on, so you won’t have to worry about money so much..."

"...Really?"

Suzuki blinked, genuinely shocked by her sudden declaration, though he remained highly skeptical.

"A-At least, I’ll only gamble using my direct cut from the medical clinic! If I run out of cash, I just won’t go to the casino!" Tsunade crossed her arms defensively, looking away.

Tsunade had completely misinterpreted his silence. She assumed he was deeply stressed and refusing to eat because he was agonizing over their finances. Was her gambling addiction putting that much pressure on him?

He never complained. He just silently worked himself to the bone to cover her debts. Thinking about how hard he pushed himself just to fund her vices filled her with immense, crushing guilt. It was impossible for her to quit cold turkey, but seeing him endure in silence made her genuinely want to change.

"...There’s no need for you to force yourself, Sensei."

Frankly, her gambling didn’t trouble him in the slightest. Because he owned the newly rebuilt casino, every single ryo she ’lost’ went straight back into his own pockets. He literally held all of her debt. The more she gambled, the tighter his financial grip on her became.

Furthermore, the medical jutsu she had taught him was utterly priceless. He was already planning to establish a massive pharmaceutical monopoly, and he knew exactly which advanced medicines would generate the most profit. Funding her gambling was the cheapest, most effective tuition fee in history.

"If it’s just a money problem, you really don’t have to worry," Suzuki assured her calmly.

Damn it!

Tsunade wanted to cry. His stoic reassurance only made her feel like a massive failure of an adult!

Shortly after dinner, Suzuki excused himself. He was physically and mentally exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He had been away from Konoha for a while now, and he needed to prepare himself for the inevitable summons from the Hokage upon his return.

I need to train harder tomorrow... he thought tiredly.

He unrolled his futon and collapsed onto it, closing his eyes as his mind continued to race with logistics and chakra theories.

Slide.

The sliding door to his private bedroom suddenly opened.

Suzuki opened his eyes, staring at the late-night intruder in a total daze.

"What? You aren’t asleep yet are you? Come on! Keep me company while I drink!"

"..." Suzuki.

Tsunade stood in the doorway, a massive jug of premium sake resting on her hip. She was wearing a loose, incredibly revealing sleeping robe, her usual laid-back attitude on full display.

Yet, looking at her flushed face and heavily glazed eyes, Suzuki felt a deep, terrifying premonition that a very specific, highly inappropriate plot development was about to occur.