1 Prologue (Chapter 1)
Warning: This is an AU, time travel, and no-harem (it's harem now) erotic story. Boruto and extraterrestrial aliens don't exist here. Also, this isn't your usual prologue. This is Shizune's POV.
If you want to see where this all goes, please read.
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Somewhere in the Land of fire,
A certain inn, early dawn,
A time when Naruto and Sasuke were unrivaled in the world. Also, a time when daimyos and other feudal lords long since stopped mattering in economy and politics.
The 71-year-old Shizune looked at her master, who was on her deathbed, asking:
"...Tsunade-sama, I don't think I should ask after so long, but why did you never marry?"
"... Don't you have any regrets?"
"...About Jiraiya-sama for example. Sure he was a great pervert but also a good man…."
"...He sacrificed himself for the village and his ideals…."
"...Say Tsunade-sama…"
"...Do you hate perverts that much?"
Tsunade was holding the hand of the 71-year-old Shizune when she smiled and said. "Do you…really…want to know?"
Her vitality was on the brink of exhaustion. The differences between the hands were very conspicuous. Actually... Tsunade's hands looked young, without wrinkles, unlike Shizune.
It was amazing that the dying person was the last Senju princess. Shizune, who would continue to live for a good amount of time, looked more like her master's grandmother.
When Shizune nodded— tears in her eyes and her hand firmly clutching Tsunade's— the latter smirked and said sadly, melancholic but a bit amused at the same time:
"...Now that I'm dying, maybe I should tell you…."
"...As long as you promise not to hate me, Shizune…."
"Hate you? How could I Tsunade-sama?" Shizune asked, confused. In her opinion, no matter what happens, she couldn't hate her dying master.
All her life had been about following blindly and pleasing that master of hers. That even when they had to survive on alcohol and no food.
Often Shizune had stressful migraines and little grudges, but she always loved Tsunade. She loved her, perhaps even too much for that to be healthy...But that was a secret she promised to keep to herself...
Tsunade, that wild woman who barely knew how to care for herself, much less raise children, took her in...And raised her after her uncle Dan Kato died in the war.
For that, she was forever obliged and grateful. Even if Tsunade never taught her knowledge. But she did.
"Listen to me…" Tsunade coughed, feeling her end coming.
"...I loved your uncle and Jiraiya, but they both lacked something a woman of my caliber needs…."
"What would that be, Tsunade-sama?" Shizune listened attentively to her master's words. As if she was imparting important knowledge.
Shizune also felt that Tsunade was about to die. They both had felt this moment coming for over a month, but when it came, Shizune didn't want to believe it. She was heartbroken.
Tsunade inspired, the light in her eyes shining one last time. Before the vitality in those vanished, she said in a long sigh:
"...The most masculine dick I've ever seen and felt. My little brother's…"
"What? What did you just say, Tsunade-sama?!" Shizune, undergoing disbelief, and shock, when those incongruous and perverted words were spoken, exclaimed.
"Tsunade-sama?"
"Tsunade-sama!!"
"Wake up, please, Tsunade-sama!!!"
"NoooOO!!"
Sadly for her, those dirty words— words unbecoming of a princess— were the last she heard from her master's mouth.
When she shouted at the huge-boobed Senju to wake up, the latter exhaled her last breath. The silhouette, the scent of a massive dick, and smelly balls were in her mind. She wished she had tasted at least once the thought-paralyzing lollipop...It would have happened if not for her grandmother and some incestual inhibitions.
Sadly the owner of that dick, her own brother, died before she could ever decide to be honest with herself.
XX
Tsunade died. Not at a tender age like the brother she could never forget about, but at 95.
The woman lived her life long enough. She indulged in all kinds of pleasures and sins with drinks, expensive foods, gambling, fighting, and fighting again...before and after she was cured of her blood phobia.
Something she never tried or tasted was cock.
Funny when she sounded like a whore with experience to Shizune seconds before…
The thing was, Tsunade had seen Jiraiya's penis. She had all the time to see it in decades. Especially when she regularly caught him jerking off while peeking at her bathing...
She also had heard about Dan's size from his ex-lovers.
Yes, Kunoichis weren't silent concerning this type of stuff. And they shared every bit of information concerning their lovers whenever they weren't too busy on the battlefields. Doing only god knows what at night.
The best time to talk about cock size and manhood was during the war. This was probably one of the best stress relievers, even to the virgin Tsunade.
Well…Virgin, she wasn't scientifically speaking. Due to how much she trained, she had long since broken her hymen at 14.
She just never had a cock to wreck her guts. Something she naturally craved like other women yet deemed only her brother was manly enough to do.
Dan died before she reluctantly thought about giving him a view, not even a taste of her pink flower.
The reason she cried so much those years was also because of guilt.
The Senju princess never regretted being incestuous-minded…That thing, that monster, she could never forget…
…But she felt sorry for Dan. After all, she loved him even if she didn't want the microscopic tool he was rumored to hide in his black pants.
She never verified what his ex said, but she didn't care either. Dan wasn't exactly oozing manly confidence, and the length of his fingers and feet seemed to confirm what that Inuzuka Kunoichi claimed.
He was just charming and handsome enough for her to kiss him.
Kisses…That she wasn't a virgin...And Dan didn't get her first…
Recalling some shameful and immorally-deceitful things Tsunade told and did with her brother— to withstand the temptation of raping him in the bathhouse— she scowled. Suddenly…Thinking out loud:
"Wait…Am I alive?!!!"
"You definitely are…You stupid lass." A voice Tsunade would never forget said.
"Did you go again and drink too much yesterday despite my warnings?" That was her grandmother Mito speaking with an angry yet worried tone.
XX
Somewhere on Earth,
A young man working in the erotic gaming field was returning home. He was totally exhausted after his long day.
Though he was a pervert and worked the pervert field, thanks to a relative— his debt-ridden dad— he never did anything except lay whores. He never had a girlfriend.
As for love, he didn't believe in it.
Getting himself a beer in his fridge, the man sat on a chair. And on his desk, he began to count the money overdue at the end of the week.
"I'm good this week…" Smiling and sighing, the young man, one of 23 years, thought.
All his money, hard-earned, went into those expenses. Expenses which had to do with his father being a drinking and gambling wreck.
He could also thank his mother for running…
"... Let's put in some work, then,"
The work the young man was speaking of, one he did at home, was one allowing him to relax. To him, his activities were anything but boring.
What he couldn't handle was having to give away his livelihood. Just for being born in the wrong household.
Working on a game called dream paradox, some fandom-driven life simulator he wanted to fix and add erotic elements to, the young man slowly unwinded from all the stress. Last night he fell into a deep and thought-stirring sleep while watching Naruto and didn't have time to complete it.
XX
*Fap, fap*
*Lotion sounds*
"Eyy...Shizune with improved and fat knockers isn't bad...But there's only Tsunade for me, after all..."
"...I wish I could fuck her, bro..."
"...I would gladly believe in love just to get a chance..."
The young man worked all night on his latest and most delinquent project when he started rubbing one and said.
Doing the nasty and speaking nonsense making him hard, he didn't forget the main nature of his project—which wasn't his personal masturbation...
He wouldn't take credit for that project, but he didn't care.
This was just how the world worked. Those at the bottom of the food chain had to work for those at the top…Though he would get no money, he would get enjoyment and a chance to prove himself again at the tactless and merciless place he worked.
Genius…Depraved genius...There were myriad like him, yet he was the corporally and daddily-enslaved type.
…Wishing he was born in the world he was working on, a world he borrowed from a godly expert, he soon fell asleep...and died of causes that'd never matter, or he'd ever know.
