Naruto Isekai Harem: Chapter 7 - The Legendary Sucker

Phew.

The Hyugas were certainly something, weren’t they? Always watching, always perverted. Charlie believed it was a horny fandom thing. Just because a whole clan had X-ray vision didn’t mean they were pervs. But, well, the very notion of X-ray vision was perverted. The room where the Great Sage stayed reeked of sweaty sex. They had to leave. So, they climbed up to the roof, Charlie and Hanabi.

The night air was crisp and clear. Charlie sat on the tiled rooftop of the Hyuga estate, quietly thinking to himself that this was crazy and that he loved it. The garden below shimmered with warm lantern light, and up here, he witnessed the beauty that came with the light. A thick blanket had been draped over his and Hanabi’s shoulders.

Hanabi nestled against him, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. Her long brown hair was unbound now, cascading down her back like a dark silk curtain. The Byakugan was dormant, her lavender eyes reflecting the stars.

“You know,” Hanabi said softly, “when I was a little girl, I never imagined I’d end up sitting with the Great Sage. They used to tell me stories about you.”

He side-eyed her while she looked up at the stars. She was lovely. She was loyal. Hanabi Hyuga was everything a man could wish for in a girl. The question was…why? Why was the world of Naruto like this? Why didn’t he arrive at a world where things were exactly as they were in canon?

This almost felt fan made and born of his desires, except even he never imagined the world of shinobi to this extent. He was pretty surface level about his imaginatives. This world, there was lore here, important lore. 

Hanabi smiled and cuddled deeper into him. “Powerful, wise, and hung like no other. Sometimes, in the back of your head, you believe myths to be nothing more than that. But it seems the stone tablet did not record your myth for no reason.”

Charlie hummed. “Right, the stone tablet…”

What the hell did it say? Be specific, please. Was there a prophecy like in the Uchiha Stone Tablet? That thing was written by Black Zetsu. Should he expect an arch rival to arrive soon? Or a plot twist where he gets assassinated? 

“We are very traditional.” Hanabi paused, then leaned in with a smirk. “And very accurate. There are many great men in the five nations. None rival you or your cock.”

Charlie choked on a laugh. “Excuse me? Did the heir to the Hyuga clan just admit to being a peeping tom?”

“I prefer the term ‘curious scholar of anatomy,’” Hanabi said primly, though her grin said otherwise. “I do have a bloodline limit—it would be a waste not to use it.”

“So all Hyugas are pervs. I don’t need to theorize, it’s fact, right?”

“Exactly. You figured it out,” she said, giggling. “Every time we say we’re looking at chakra points, it’s just code. Honestly, the Hyuga elders are the worst. They pretend they don’t know, but I’ve seen where some of them aim that vision. I remember Naruto calling them ‘Meat Watchers’ after he asked to marry Hinata.” 

Charlie chortled. Naruto’s remark was right on the dot too. “Wait, so—”

“Yes, they check the size of every male that courts our women. If you do not pass their threshold, you cannot marry our women. Hinata and I have the highest standards of course.”

‘So Naruto and I passed?’ 

Wait, did that mean…? “Even Hiashi?”

“Well, duh!” she replied quickly, laughing. “He is our Clan Head, he has traditions to follow.”

Charlie rubbed his face. “Your clan is certainly…something.”

Hanabi beamed. “I take that as a compliment, My Lord.”

Smiling so wide and cheeks rosy, she shifted slightly, her shoulder pressing against his. The stars above shimmered, a quiet moment stretching between them. The warmth of their shared silence replaced the need for more banter—at least for a while. But then, Hanabi tilted her head, studying him with a sudden intensity.

“My Lord?”

“Yeah?”

Before he could ask what was on her mind, she leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t rushed or showy, just honest. A quiet, deep kiss under the stars. Charlie blinked in surprise, but then relaxed into it, smiling against her lips. When they pulled back, Hanabi rested her forehead against his.

“That was… a bold move, Lady Hanabi,” Charlie whispered.

She gave him a sly grin. “You are the Great Sage. I figured I would get in trouble if I did not express proper appreciation.”

“Appreciation, huh?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll submit a scroll to the elders in the morning.”

Ha. Hinata Hyuga’s younger sister was really something. When he saw her in Boruto, he found her attractive in only looks but personality. She had that hot auntie aesthetic. How old was she? Twenty-six, in her prime of her life, huh?  

The silhouette of the moon behind them, Hanabi disappeared into the blanket. The night wasn’t over, not yet.

***

It was morning. The birds chirped to announce the advent of a new day. To Charlie and Hanabi, however…

“God, I love ass and tits.”

“Thank you, My Lord!”

The day had not ended. They had not slept once. In the shower, the busty Hyuga was pressed to him, standing, and getting groped by his greedy hands. Her ass cheeks were something.

“Did you know, My Lord? There are four types of asses: an A-shaped heart, fuller on the bottom and connected to a slutty waist to make the shape of a heart. Perfect for a loving gal like me and, if you don’t mind me being humble, the most ideal.” Hanabi stared up at him, smirking arrogantly. It never seemed to leave her, no matter how many times he fucked her. Oh sure, she obeyed him. She worshipped him. But she did not give up on her pride. She was a Hyuga and she had received the Great Sage’s love. He surmised that was the reason for her cockiness. 

“Then there’s the V-shaped butt shape. No ninja worth their salt has this kind of ass. What is quite common is the H-shaped. Square shaped butts that are toned to the point of perfection. Hardly a jiggle. What do you think, are they nice to fuck, My Lord?”

Tsume had that kind of ass, but it was slightly rounded out by being a MILF. Having children changed a woman’s body and for the better in Charlie’s opinion. His grip on Hanabi’s ass cheeks reached a breaking point, her toes leaving the floor. She kept smirking though.

“Finally, the bubble butt. It’s an O-shaped butt and what most men drool over. In my opinion, that kind of ass is too fat.” A second hot wink. Ino Yamanaka had the perfect heart-shaped ass and heart-shaped face. She was that thiccness and jiggly attribute, courtesy of being a married woman with a child. So far, even with all the MILFs he’d fucked, he hadn’t encountered a woman with a bubble butt. The closest was the actress-princess Koyuki Kazahana. 

With all these thoughts and images swirling in his head, how could his cock not be pointed to the heavens, nearly touching her breasts, and overflowing with pre-cum? How could it not be pressed against her stomach, agitated and wanting more?

The damn brat gave him that look, like everything was under control. She tried to kiss him.

He did not grant it.

The shower water splashed as he spun her, pushed her down, and bent her over. 

Hanabi’s ass was very similar to Ino’s; the only difference was that it was a virgin. Nobody but him had touched it—and he wanted it to stay that way.

He schlicked his thirteen inch cock up and down her cheeks. He was making her think—asshole or pussy? Was he going to take her anus virginity? 

CLAP—!

That echoe. That lewd sound of his cock entering. The princess’ breath hitched and a sharp gasp escaping her lips as his massive cock stretched her pussy to its limit. Yes, in the end, he chose to fuck her pussy still.

“Next time,” Charlie said, “I’ll be coming for everything else.”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Hanabi was no weakling. She was arguably the greatest prodigy of her generation! 

“I-I am the heiress! I will be the one to satisfy you and bring you to—”

Oh goodness. Was that her? Was that her shrieking? Hanabi thought she was going to give a proud, arrogant monologue in accordance to what her father told her, but…but…

“I’M CUMMIIING! THE GREAT SAGE’S COCK IS MAKING MY LEGS SHAKE! I CAN’T! I CANNNN’T STOP CUMMIIIING! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! FATHER, THIS COCK IS TOO MUUUUCCCHCH~!”

Look at that. All that arrogance, demolished by a serving of cock. Charlie was proud to see it. Not to be touting his own horn but…

“Can anyone else do this? Can anyone else fuck you like this!?”

“No! Nobody! No cock can fuck me like this!” Her eyes widened and she stumbled forward, her face and hands slamming into the wall. “NOBODY CAN FUCK ME LIKE THIIIIS~!”

The heiress tried to steady herself. She tried to remember her lessons and her training. But it was no use. Charlie’s rhythm was godlike, each stroke feeling deeper and harder than the last. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t understand because she believed training alone would be enough. She thought she had ultra-precise control of her pussy walls because of her Byakugan. And maybe she did, but when faced with a cock of this magnitude, she just forgot.

Her pale, smooth bootycheeks jiggled and splashed with the shower water. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

The point where his cock slammed into her hole—she wasn’t sure if it was that wet because of the water or her natural fluids.

“I-I… I can still…” Hanabi stammered, her voice shaky, but there was no conviction in her words. She had been so confident earlier, so arrogant, challenging the Great Sage himself. Now, she was nothing more than a gasping, moaning mess beneath him.

Her lips dropped open and her tongue fell out. Her eyes widened and rolled back. 

Oh yeah, there was no going back.

Little did Charlie know that Hyuga clan members of the compound were watching, their Byakugan activated, watching every movement, every ripple of pleasure that coursed through Hanabi’s body. Their white eyes were wide, unblinking, absorbing every detail of the scene before them. Some looked on with approval, others with jealousy, but none dared to interrupt. This was a moment carved into history—a young Hyuga princess brought to her knees by the almighty Gokage.

Charlie was just having fun. With Hanabi, he felt the need to dominate more and more and declared while pounding her, “Still think you can empty my balls, princess?”

The answer was no. Thirteen inches of cock was fucking Hanabi’s cunt doggy-style in the shower. Her pussy stood no chance. 

In between her orgasms and pants, Hanabi realized that she loved him. These orgasms were heaven and everybody knew, and she knew that they knew. Everybody in the Hyuga clan was watching their get fucked by the almighty Gokage. Hanabi's arrogance got to her. This happened because of a challenge. She said if she could empty the Gokage's balls, she would be his first wife. She thought she could beat the Hyuga clan's Great Sage. She was wrong.

Hanabi had a heart-shaped ass and D-cup titties bouncing. Her body was smooth and pale and her white eyes were lovely. They were meant to be revered yet Charlie treated her like a common slut. 

It didn’t make sense. She should have been prepared for this. Reality, however, was clear: she was bent over and utterly defeated, her body writhing with pleasure as Charlie pounded into her with precision and power. Each inch of his colossal cock dragged along her walls, eliciting moans and gasps that grew louder with every thrust. Her pussy was soaked, clinging to him desperately as if begging for more.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape her throat, but it was impossible. Every movement sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, leaving her mind blank and her body limp. 

“Cummiiiing~!” A long stretch of a single word, exhausted and full of lust. She was nearing the end of her stamina. The morning sun was rising. She was supposed to win. “Cumming agaaaiiin~!”

But she couldn’t. 

Her world went white and her face was no longer pressed to the wall; her back was. Ah, he must have turned her over. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and sensitive. Charlie positioned himself between her thighs, his massive cock resting against her slick entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded, locking eyes with her. Her white orbs met his, and in that moment, she felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly captivated. Then, with one swift motion, he plunged back into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Hanabi’s back arched off the wall, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Charlie wasted no time, setting a brutal pace that left her seeing stars. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, her moans echoing off the walls as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“You love this, don’t you?” Charlie’s lips were an inch away from Hanabi’s, his hands gripping her waist. They were delightfully close. Lovingly close. “You love being fucked like a little slut in front of your entire clan. Don’t you?” Thrust. “Don’t you!?”

He didn’t really know it, he just guessed based on what she said. The Gokage didn’t realize how correct he was. She was getting fucked in front of every Byakugan-able adult. 

“Y-yes!” Hanabi cried, her orgasm building rapidly. She could feel it coiling deep within her, ready to snap. “I do! I DO! I LOVE IT! I LOVE THIS COCK MORE THAN ANYONE! A-AND…NGGGH! I CAN’T WIN! I CAN’T EMPTY YOUR BALLS! I CAN’T BECOME YOUR WIFE! I’M ONLY YOUR WHOOOREEE~!”

That was what he wanted to hear. 

He slammed into her one final time and her legs gave up. Her pussy convulsed and clamped down on his cock as she came undone. Her screams filled the room, raw and unrestrained, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized the clan was still watching. But she didn’t care anymore.

The only reason she was still standing was because of him—because of the Gokage. Hanabi Hyuga won many battles and many spars. This one, however, she had completely and totally lost.

“Haah…” He pulled out, a dramatic burst of cum pouring out. Hanabi slid down the wet shower wall, gasping and moaning. Meanwhile, Charlie smiled at his handiwork, his cock softening. “Thanks, Hanabi. That was amazing, really.”

“Mmmphhnnhgghhgh…”

Her eyes and lips were barely functional. Laughing, he lay his cock and balls on the creampied, half-functioning Hanabi Hyuga’s face. He smeared his cum all over her, effectively marking her.

He turned and put his hands on his hips. His dick had fully dropped down, flaccid. He sighed as the warm shower came over him. He wanted to talk for a minute to relax. As for Hanabi, he planned to take her for another spin when she woke up. 

“Wait, no, maybe I should bring her to the Royal Guard,” he muttered to himself.

“Royal Guard, at your service—”

“Woah!” Charlie stumbled back, surprised. His two Royal Guards, Anko Mitarashi and Tsume Inuzuka, were here. Somehow. It was like they teleported.

“You called for us, My Lord?” Tsume asked, professional at first before settling with a smirk after seeing the state of the princess.  “Phew, look at ya,” Tsume remarked. “First that actress, now the Hyuga Princess. You sure get around, My Lord.”

“R-right…” Charlie wanted to hide his schlong until he realized there was no point. These were his Royal Guards and as long as he didn’t have powers, there was no point in hiding. It was better to get comfort fast.

…okay, he said that but he tried to cover his dick anyway. Yes, yes, he was treated like a god here but come on. Modern sensibilities couldn’t go away that quickly. 

“Hey, look what I got!” Anko waved something around with her. A golden figure. 

Wait… 

“A cock statue! Of you, My Lord!”

He blinked twice. “What?”

Anko grinned and tossed the statue to him. He checked it out. It wasn’t a nude statue, no. It was, as Anko mentioned, a cock statue. Twelve inches tall, the statue was purely gold with Charlie wearing a specially designed robe. He suspected it was the white robe the biography and the photos seemed to show him in. It was that very same robe except the crotch had a giant phallus extending from it. It looked to be about six inches long, proportional to the statue. Sort-of. Not really.

“D-do they sell these or something?”

“It’s the second most sold statue according to the people I was talking to,” Anko replied.

“What’s first?”

“Your nude statue.”

‘Great, so I have nude statues of me getting sold on the street? How did the old Charlie put up with this?’ 

“Anyway…” Anko cleared her throat, her smile disappearing and her brows furrowing deeply. “My Lord, there is something of an emergency.”

“A-an emergency…?” A lump formed in his throat. Oh fuck. Was there a physical trouble? Did he have to fight?

‘Please don’t be a fight, please don’t be a fight?’ 

“What is it,” he asked, mustering up the faux courage of a nonchalant, Kakashi-type ninja. “Does it warrant my attention?”

“It is a personal challenge.”

‘Fuck!’

“From Lady Tsunade.”

‘Fuck?’ 

“It…is easier if you come with us.” Even Tsume was surprisingly serious. Huh, or was that embarrassment? “It’s a commotion and only you can stop it.”

Tsunade, the big titty blonde, was causing a commotion? That seemed out of character. If it was a matter of beating her in a fight, then they’d just say it outright. “Lady Tsunade is wreaking havoc on the village!” But they tiptoed around that.

Hm…

******

The Legendary Sucker, a double-meaning title. Everybody was aware that Tsunade wasn't a goodie-two-shoes virgin. She had a fiancé. She used those tits of hers to serve him. Indeed, in that era, the young man known as Dan was the envy of all.

Envy soon turned to excitement after the Second Great Ninja War after Dan was killed. The mourning Tsunade spiraled, got addicted to gambling, and fell into heavy debt. That was when lecherous old men got their hands on her. That was when Dan was no longer the only man to experience her true skills. Beyond inventing medical ninjutsu, beyond her super strength, Tsunade possessed the art of draining a man's balls into a husk and the sacred art was now unleashed to the world.

They weren’t ready. No male was. Those grubby hands could try but they could never last long enough to actually fuck her. She sucked them off to the point of tears and skeletons. She sucked them off and got her debts wiped, only to regain her debts and do the process all over again. Soon, it became no secret that Tsunade was the biggest dicksucking slut in the world. Tsunade had become the Legendary Sucker. 

But there were two caveats: one, Tsunade had to be tipsy, not drunk, tipsy, and she'd start draining the balls of the men she owed. Except a second caveat had appeared to stop the first from occurring in the first place anymore.

Charlie the Gokage.

For her efforts in the war, she was declared his secretary and therefore debt free. Any and all debts were officially to be dealt by the Gokage. In other words, Tsunade could gamble as much as she wanted and never have to owe a dime. She was under the protection of a living god and everybody, no matter how crooked, respected that.

Then, out of nowhere, Tsunade was replaced by Shizune. It came as a shock to the world. Many theorized the details of their relationship. Were they fucking? Were they dating? Did the god of this world choose the closest thing to a goddess as his mate? What was it? At the very least, they were close. Very close. It didn’t make sense for the Gokage to suddenly replace her.

Most especially it did not make sense to Tsunade. She wanted his attention. She needed his attention. 

So in the evening, right in front of Ichiraku Ramen, she got drunk, yanked down pants, and after an hour hollowed out several men of their loads. There was a huge crowd around her, and with the men, something of a line-up. Crouching, knees pointed in opposing sides, Tsunade had one cock in her mouth and the other getting stroked.

“Nngghh!” 

Kotetsu and Izumo, Tsunade's errand-boys when she was Hokage, were currently experiencing their former leader’s skills. Yep, the random Chunins that hardly showed up in Naruto, were always together, and for some reason everyone remembered, were at the forefront of the greatest experience a male could have in the world of Naruto.

Kotetsu grunted, lines showing on his forehead. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—!” He put hand on his bandaged face and groaned. He came right then and there and casually, Tsunade swallowed his five-inch dick and his whole load. No problem.

“Pfft. I’ve had bigger. Do better next time,” Tsunade said, before turning to Izumi. His dick was an inch longer and an inch thinner. Sighing, she opened her lips and gobbled up the cock like it was nothing

Five seconds later—

“M-my Lady! S-sorry, but…” Izumo had that long bang covering his right eye. For once, however, sweating and grunting, everyone saw the right eye. “C-cumming!”

Tsunade rolled her eyes and just swallowed. His loads weren’t watery or anything, they just didn’t compare to what she wanted. What she needed.

The busty blonde was not nude but she might as well have been. To identify the Legendary Sucker on a normal day was simple: look at the grass-green haori with the kanji for "gamble" on the back. After that, look at the sleeveless grey kimono-style blouse that showed her tits. Check to see if they were the size of her head. 

The grey blouse was undone, loosely dangling from her shoulders. Her legendary breasts hung out, drooping and not erect from the lack of stimuli. These men were disappointing and everything behind her showed as much. Her iconic green vest was tossed aside into Ichiraku Ramen, where every single seat was filled from unconscious men whose dicks looked tiny and drained.

Her pants too were gone. Her bare legs and pussy were exposed for Jiraiya every male in the vicinity to leer at. 

It was a shocking, erotic sight that one might think would only appear in novels. Lady Tsunde, the Fifth Hokage, dropped down and sucking dicks like they were no business. Slightly tipsy, cheeks red, but ultimately in control.

Jiraiya couldn’t believe his luck. His nose was bleeding and he grinned lecherously. “Can’t believe Tsunade’s gone this far down. Hehehe~!”

The Legendary Sucker. The woman of his dreams. His childhood crush. His fellow Sannin.

“This is going to be the best material for my next book, kehehehe~!” Jiraiya had been watching for a good ten minutes. Well, no more. He dropped his green trousers, to the surprise of the other men. A healthy six inch erection popped out.

He glared at the males who tried to do the same. “This is my battle,” he said like this was an S-class mission. To friends and family, Jiraiya was a perverted old man. To his enemies, he was a six-foot-six giant with a unique headband of the village he swore allegiance to and arm guards and calf leggings. He was a bonafide sage whose height and frame made most look like shrimps. 

Six inches or not, the males would have been intimidated anyway. They would have gestured to let him do what he wanted. 

Good.

Unfortunately, whatever seriousness Jiraiya had displayed dissipated when he saw Tsunade’s old errand boys trip and fell to the ground. When he saw her tits again and his nose started bleeding in joy.

Tsunade looked disappointed. Tsunade was looking for more. She scanned the crowd. See, although there were plenty of volunteers, everyone was aware of Tsunade’s reputation. She had to pick and choose, and she did so with a casual beckon of her finger.

This time around, it was only the great Sannin Jiraiya who had his dick out. He stroked his cock, grinning widely. Look here, the Pervy Sage was saying. Look here!

Except she didn’t. Right as her gaze was about to settle on his cock, her attention was thwarted by a carriage. 

“Look! A white carriage!” somebody remarked. “It has to be…! He is here.”

A white carriage? Jiraiya’s ears perked up. It wasn’t only Tsunade or the Sannin, every man and woman in the crowd surrounding the Ichiraku Ramen stall was looking to the east. On the road, a white carriage was arriving, pulled by two horses handled by Anko Mitarashi and Tsume Inuzuka.

“What the hell…? They’re sexy but what are the two of them doing together?” Jiraiya froze. Wait a minute. A fancy white carriage? Shit, he should have known right from the start! This was—

“The Gokage!”

“Lord Charlie!”

“He is here!” 

The carriage door opened. Jiraiya’s eyes widened. The first thing he saw was the flash of a white bathrobe. The second thing he saw was the sideview of a fat ballsack. Third was the biggest schlong he had ever seen and the meat thwaps as the God of Shinobi descended from the carriage.

It looked like His Holiness had decided to come halfway through a shower. His hair was dripping wet and the bathrobe was similarly in fresh condition. 

Jiraiya was a tall, well-built man with fair skin and distinctive features. He has long, spiky white hair usually tied back in a ponytail, and prominent red lines under his eyes. He was a huge, huge man.

Never before had he felt so dwarfed. His six-incher suddenly felt smaller even though it was harder than ever before. 

Tsunade saw it too. Both Sannins witnessed the swinging dong of a god.

As she rose to her feet, her blouse fell. The last piece of her modest. Her tits alone could run their own brothel and make a fortune.  Charlie didn't think of a quip or a funny remark on his circumstances. He had made a promise after all.

‘I am going to fuck her till she’s begging me to marry her.’ 

It was what Charlie declared when he saw her marriage profile. Tsunade was an icon in the world of Naruto and hentai. Confronting her was like facing a final boss.

'Time to lock in.'

The only issue was that Shizune forgot to mention that she was once his secretary. She probably just assumed that he already knew. He walked and his cock swung as he did so.

Jiraiya did not belong here. He realized that almost immediately as did the crowd. They split, all so that this stud could reach Tsunade. 

Her breasts heaved with each breath and her presence alone was enough to make every man in the vicinity feel both aroused and terrified. The Legendary Sucker. The name wasn’t just a title—it was a warning.

“Charlie,” Tsunade greeted, her voice dripping with both menace and allure. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

No respect. None of that, “Your Highness,” or “Your Holiness.” She called him by his name.

Charlie, the so-called Gokage, stood there. He was a man out of place, out of time, isekai’d into this world by some twist of fate. To the world, he was a god among men. To himself? He was just Charlie, a guy who somehow stumbled into a role far beyond his comprehension. And now, here he was, staring down the barrel of Tsunade’s nudity. 

‘Should I play it cool? What if she hits me? I’ll be dead.’ Breathe in, breathe out. Show no anxiety, Charlie told himself. Tsunade’s eyes flicked down to the package dangling between his legs. She smirked.

“You were always ashamed to show your manhood before. Did something change?” She put her hands on her hips. “You want me back? You accept my challenge?”

‘Challenge, right…’ 

“You’ll fuck me right now?”

Oh. That kind. Wait….

“Wait…” Charlie prevented a stammer and his voice from cracking. “Publicly? Here? You can’t be serious—”

But Tsunade didn’t give him the chance to finish. With a speed that belied her voluptuous frame, she closed the distance between them, her hand snaking out to stroke his heavy, downpointed length in one smooth motion. His dick lurched to life, suddenly half-erect. The crowd gasped, a collective intake of breath that echoed through the square.

She smirked. “There he is.” Eleven inches of semi-erect cock, framed by the sunlight like some sort of unholy masterpiece. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. They were officially face to face.

Tsunade the Legendary Sucker versus Charlie the Gokage. The biggest tits versus the biggest cock. Like a banana at the most sublime angle. the tip of the mega cock poked at her pussylips.

The crowd was silent, save for the occasional whisper or the sound of Jiraiya opening his notebook. This was history in the making.

“Impressive.” Her eyes flicked between the semi-erection and his eyes. This was going far too fast and that was exactly how Tsunade wanted it. “But I want to see more.”

He wanted to retort and maybe to convince her to do this elsewhere. He was not opposed to fucking Tsunade but in front of Ichiraku Ramen? In front of all these peoples? Too little, too late, she was already sinking to her knees.

Her soft hands rested on Charlie’s thighs and then slipped onto the girthy tip. She lifted it toward her parting lips. “You’ve always ignored me, Charlie, but today, you’ll learn why they call me the Legendary Sucker.”

And then her mouth was on him.

Okay. Yeah. Wow. Just wow. 

To call her mouth was wet was understatement. To call it heavenly was an equal disrespect. Charlie immediately suspected medical ninjutsu was at play because holy fuck, his knees buckled hard. He had to grab onto her shoulders just to keep himself upright. His cock lurched for a second time as Tsunade’s mouth worked its magic. It…it couldn’t be explained. There was no tongue involved, only the wet warmth of her saliva mouth. 

It wasn’t only two seconds later that he realized she was sucking him off. It was astronomically different from any other woman he’d been with. It was an alien kind of dick sucking. His knees buckled. It was wet. So fucking wet. 

Tsunade wasn’t just sucking him off—she was claiming him, dominating him in the most intimate way possible.

The crowd was transfixed. Jiraiya was starstruck and actually put his notebook down. Those errand Chunins from before? Nothing but a warm-up for the real thing. See, Charlie barely recognized it but every single inch of his cock was already done her throat. He just couldn’t see it because his world was two seconds too slow. He was an ordinary man while Tsunade was a former Hokage capable of working at lightning speeds.

Consequently, his cock only hardened after a full five seconds. It surprised Tsunade. Her expert ministrations tended to get instant erections. She smirked around his length, her golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. She didn’t have to say it but he could hear the “Good boy,” murmur from her.

Tsunade wasn’t one to rush. She took her time, savoring every moment, every reaction. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her lips then pressing firm kisses along his length. It was strange, she was still having his cock inside her throat and doing these sort of kisses. Her hands weren’t idle either, rolling and teasing his testicles between her fingers in a V-shape. 

Charlie was a mess. ‘H-how fucking long has it been—!?’ 

Twenty seconds and counting. His breath erupted in short, ragged gasps, his toes curling. He tried to speak, to protest, but all that came out was a strangled moan as Tsunade took down all of his cock. Thirteen inches? She could handle it. Medical ninjutsu, training, talent—likely a mix of all allowed her to do what she wanted. Her throat muscles tightened around him and the Gokage keeled over.

“T-Tsunadeee!” 

The crowd was equally enthralled, their eyes wide, their breaths held. The Gokage…the Gokage was losing. There was no question about it, he was losing. 

In her arrogance, Tsunade pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around his cock, and looked up at him through her lashes. “Looks like you understand what you missed,” she said, her voice muffled but no less commanding. “In ten more seconds, you’re going to cum.”

And with that, she took him all the way to the hilt, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed him whole.

Charlie’s vision blurred, his balls tightening. His hands gripped her shoulders tighter. “T-Tsunade, I—!” he gasped, but she didn’t let him finish.

Ten seconds? Please. Her throat constricted around him, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, and it was too much. With a strangled cry, Charlie came.

It was only five seconds. Half of what she promised, yet twice of what Tsunade expected. Her eyes widened when she experienced the first burst of cum. Already, a trickle leaked out. The Legendary Sucker tried to drain him of everything, but while she accomplished in winning this bout, she failed to swallow everything.

Heaps upon heaps of cum leaked out. Her eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever failed to suck up a man’s load. It seemed impossible. Her eyes furrowed but…

“Mpspsohhhh—!”

Impossible.

It was truly impossible.

So, as Tsunade pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with a soft pop, it seemed like they were at a standstill. Tsunade got him to cum early and Charlie let out more than she could handle. It was a draw, right? 

“Premature ejaculator~”

Tsunade had her pride and rightfully. She believed her victory was greater.

A pin could be heard dropping in the silence that ensued. Tsunade turning the everyman into a quickshot was one thing but the Gokage? The crowd—hell, even the Jiraiya was thinking she had made a grave mistake.

Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage, rose to her full height, her hands on her hips and with a proud smirk. Her voluptuous figure was impossible to ignore, her enormous breasts heaving with defiance, her thick thighs and luscious curves exuding her training as a ninja. She smirked, her crimson lips curling with confidence as she faced the man towering before her—Charlie, the Gokage, Lord of all Kages.

Tsunade didn’t wait for Charlie to make the first move. She spun around, walked over to the inside of the Ichiraku Ramen stand, and bent over, presenting her round, voluptuous ass to him. She looked over her shoulder, her smirk widening and hands gripping the table. “Come on, big boy. Let’s see if you don’t cum early again.”

Charlie understood the political ramifications. If he lost here, his identity would be thrown into question. He may no longer be seen as this near omnipotent being. This was a battle of mythology. This was a duel to be told throughout the ages. God could be fallible to some degree. The Sage of Six Paths could die. Princess Kaguya could fall in love. But they could not lose.

The crowd murmured as he ran his hands over her bootycheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He gave them a loud smack and then added another smack as he put his cock atop. 

It was a shower of power.

With a grunt, Charlie positioned himself behind Tsunade, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. He didn’t say a word.

“Do your worst,” Tsunade declared, though her breath hitched as he pushed inside.

The sound was wet and heavy—schlick—as Charlie’s cock stretched her impossibly wide. “F-fuck…!” Her confidence. Ha, where did it go? Tsunade’s hands gripped the table of Ichiraku’s stall, her knuckles turning white as she fought to stay upright. “Shit… shit,” she hissed, her body trembling. She clenched around him, trying to tighten against the intrusion, but Charlie wasn’t deterred.

“H-haah…! Hngggh!”

“What’s wrong?”

“B-big bastard,” Tsunade said with a weak smirk. “That all you got?”

“Oh no. That’s just half.”

Her heart dropped. She didn’t say it out loud but he could hear a stammer in her head, “H-h-half…?”

No doubt, what was currently inside was Dan’s limit. The one and only man to touch this pussy. He stopped at the six inch range. Not bad, not bad at all. 

But Charlie had more to offer and every inch was accompanied by the lewd squelch of their joining. “D-d-d-don’t think this is—hgngghhh~!” Tsunade moaned again. She couldn’t stop herself this time, her head falling forward as she struggled to maintain control.

How much? Just how much more? 

“So fucking thickkkk…!” She wheezed out. “G-god! Just what is this—?”

Wham! She found herself speechless when his balls smacked against her ass. She could feel his cock deep in her soul. She could feel the very first orgasm.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

And this fucking orgasm was WAY different than what Dan gave her. Dan made her pussy tightened up and her lips loose. Charlie made every fucking nerve in her body lit up and caused a shudder that caused her shriek and roll her eyes back/.

“This cocckkkk~!”

Tsunade couldn’t believe it. She was cumming. 

“Just from me putting all of my cock? Heh, you’re more sensitive than I thought.”

She must have been because—

“Why does this feel shoooo goood~!”

The Sannin was already losing herself. The arrogant, gambling-addicted inventor of medical ninjutsu was losing herself to her baseline instincts. This…this shouldn’t have been possible.

Then the second thrust came.

Right. Right. He wasn’t even fucking her, was he?

“Oh goddd~! Dann, I’m so sorry! This cock! THIS COCK IS TOOO AMAZIIIING~! I’M ALREADY CUMMING~! I’M ALREADY CUMMIIIING~!”

Dan’s best couldn’t compare to this. To three motherfucking thrusts from this stud. Three thrusts and everything her ex-fiance ever did for her was overwritten. 

The impact echoed through the square—slap! slap! slap!—each thrust driving her closer to insanity. She was a woman of science, she tried to rationalize this. But when his hands roamed over and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, and still fucking her, logic was thrown out.

“You bastaarrrd~! You fuck! I can’t—! I can’t—!” Tsunade’s legs were starting to shake. She wanted to insult him and curse him but how could she? 

“What did you want from this, huh? You said you wanted to prove yourself to me?”

'Your ass is certainly proving itself!'

She had one of those round asses. Super thicc and super jiggly, only worthy of a MILF with big tits, which she wasn't. She was what, fifty? That was closer to being a GILF.

Like it mattered now. He was clapping her cheeks. He was making Tsunade of all people lose in a contest of physicality. Her boobs bounced and her hands kept her upright, but for how long?

“Nghghhh~!” Another orgasm. Tsunade’s mouth was fully open from her gibberish moans. One of the great three prides of the Leaf Village, a woman who was regarded as perhaps the greatest beauty in all the lands. Her breasts were legendary and untouched. The diamond on her forehead was said to hold the power of a goddess.

All that…

“I’M SORRY! I’M SHOOORYY!” Slobber fell from her lips like an animal. Her head hung down. “I’M SOOO SHOORRY~! I’VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED LIKE THIS!”

“That’s no answer,” Charlie remarked. Her golden hair was tied into two low pigtails and he yanked at them to get her to look at him. Fucking her doggy-style, he wasn’t able to get a good look at her face. Now he did. “Phew, man, you’re as hot as everybody says.”

The eyelashes, the golden pleading teary eyes, the lovely hair, and the smile. Well, well, well. A smile.   

“C-Charlie…” she panted, smiling insanely. “F-fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me—!”

He released her hair and pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was inside. Her cunt tugged on him tightly, begged for him to back inside. She probably could have forced it inside if she wanted to. However, the psychological need for him, that was what was different. This wasn’t just about his cock. It was about Charlie. It was about being replaced. It was about losing the time and attention he gave her. 

Unfortunately for her, Charlie wasn’t going to play it nice.

‘Sorry, but after calling me a quickshot, I have to assert dominance.’ 

“What’s wrong, Tsunade?” Charlie taunted, smugly satisfied. “Not so tough now, are you?”

She glared over her shoulder, but her expression quickly faltered as he angled his hips just right and burst forward three times in a row, hitting that spot deep inside her every single time. “Oh—!” she cried out, her back arching as an orgasm ripped through her. “Oh, oh! That felt SO good!!!”

“I know.”

Her walls clenched around him as she shuddered violently. Her head dipped back down and she readjusted her grip.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Well, well, well. 

“I won't—! I won't! I won't loooossse!”

Her ass slammed back at him again and again. Charlie actually had to wince and hold onto her hips. Her pussy wasn’t as tight as some of the others but there was something aggressive about her that stopped him from taking immediate control.

“Haaah~! Hngggh~! Thisdickthisdickthisdiiiick—!” Tsunade was losing. Well and truly losing it. “THIS BIGGER DICK  IS MAKING ME CUMMM~!”

Nawaki, Dan, the Third Hokage. So many people relied on her. So many people died in her life.

“YOURRR COCCK~! YOUR COCK MAKES ME FULL COMPLETE! YOUR COCK MAKES ME FEEL FULL~! IT’S THE BEST COCK EVERRR~! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUUUUT IT~! I CAN’T CUM WITHOUT IT~!”

The last cock she took into her pussy was Dan's. As she was now clearly experiencing, there was a gulf of a difference between them. Her boobs were swinging up and down. 

Charlie groaned, losing control for just a moment before he grabbed her pigtails and redoubled his efforts. The sounds grew louder—squelch! splat! slap!—as he drove into her relentlessly. Tsunade’s moans turned into screams of pleasure, her cunt unable to withstand the onslaught.

“YESSS, YESS, YESSS~! FUCK MY PUSSY UP! DON’T HOLD BACK! MAKE ME YOURS!” Louder, louder, louder! “MAKE ME YOUUURSSS~!”

Nobody could believe it. The granddaughter of the First Hokage, one of the last surviving Senju, she was submitting. Her super strength and her wisdom and her intellect; every piece of her was breaking down in their very own eyes. 

Jiraiya was a Sannin. To earn his respect took effort. The Gokage, being who he was, never needed it. He didn't need Jiraiya's undying respect for his big cock and plapping nutsack. 

But he received it anyway.

“This is what I want my protagonists to be like!” Jiraiya muttered, eyes wide and smiling. “Those balls are exactly what I envisioned!” 

Why become a teacher? Why take on Minato Namikaze as a student? Why take on his son Naruto?

For this. For this view. For this scene. For a man’s leathery pouch to smack against a juicy ass. Tsunade…he loved her. But come on, porn was porn! And he proudly jacked off to what was an Icha Icha scene coming into reality.

Tsunade couldn’t speak at this stage—she was too busy moaning, her body shaking with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, and she could feel the pressure building already. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she chanted, her voice rising with each thrust. “FUCCCKK~!”

Her voice rose and so did the smile on her face. Charlie pulled on her hair and he saw it again: a beauty gone wild. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Three rapid thrusts. It was a signature technique that, after releasing her pigtails, brought Tsunade’s face back down and her arms to collapse. This was where people ate their ramen and Tsunade was letting a pool of saliva form. This stud was just fucking her and making her delirious, making her lose control of her mind and her common senses. Loud, wet smacks echoed loudly as she lay there, breasts and face down and defeated. 

Charlie smirked, leaning over her so his chest pressed against her back. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the slut you are.”

Tsunade’s eyes rolled back as the twentieth orgasm hit her. Charlie didn’t slow down. Why would he? He kept fucking her, his cock pistoning in and out of her. “That’s it,” he growled. “Cum for me again.”

And she did. Over and over, her body betraying her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. But even as she came, she refused to give in completely. She lifted her head, eyeing from the corner of her wet, determined eyes.

“You… you think you’ve won?” Tsunade gasped out, her voice shaky but still defiant. “I… I can take more.”

Charlie smiled and promptly pulled out of her. Cue the gasps from seeing his full pipe again. Mentally, Jiraiya compared their sizes. Length or girth, whichever way he put it, Jiraiya was dwarfed. Every man here was dwarfed. No way he was ever going to bring his childhood crush to an orgasm after Charlie. 

“Sheesh, he’s even bigger than my protagonists!” But Jiraiya took no offence. Tsunade had always been out of reach. This was the second next best thing, watching a real stud break her back. 

Casually, the real stud flipped her onto her back. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and schlicked his cock back inside. Charlie didn’t even have to do a thing. 

“Leg lock. Look at that.”

“J-just been a while.”

Charlie sensed a modicum of truth whereas Jiraiya saw the whole truth. All that Tsunade wanted from the Gokage’s. For today and only today, she did not put her whole heart into it. She…she was letting him win.

Charlie didn’t know that. He just thought he had tamed her and reeled back like a fisherman. There were five long scenes where everyone and even Tsunade held their breath.

Then the world went white for Tsunade and she shrieked, her back arching off the table. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, and Charlie could feel every inch of her gripping him like a vice. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried, eyes rolling back. “DON'T STOP! DON'T EVER STOPPPP~!” 

Charlie leaned down, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss as he continued to pound into her. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, claiming her just as thoroughly as his cock was claiming her pussy. When he finally pulled back, Tsunade was gasping for air, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Admit it,” Charlie growled, his thrusts never slowing. “Admit that my cock owns your pussy.”

Tsunade shook her head, though her body was trembling with the effort of holding back the words. “N-no,” she stammered. “I… I won’t…”

'Ha,' Charlie chuckled in in his head, 'not too long ago, she was saying she was mine. Now she doesn't want to?'

Charlie didn't get it. Her childhood friend did.

“Your damn pride again. Say it, Tsunade,” Jiraiya grumbled, jerking off with a grin. “Say it…!”

His little cock was nothing. Nothing at all as Charlie continued to make the girl of his dreams moan and whimper. Tsunade was desperately trying to quiet herself, to prove she could go for longer. This was a matter of pride.

Her pride, however, subconsciously told her to simmer down. Not yet. Not today. 

Her breasts bounced. They were right in his face. But he wouldn’t touch those just yet. Charlie smirked, reaching down to pinch her clit between his fingers. Tsunade screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. “Admit it,” he repeated.

“F-fine!” Tsunade finally cried, tears streaming down her face. “Your cock… your cock owns my pussy!”

To think this would be what came of her.

“YOUR COCK OWNS MY PUSSY!”

Neither Sannin could take it. Jiraiya happily busted and spilled his load uselessly. He wasn’t the only one, a small group that began masturbating to these two. Big cock and big tits, a perfect combination. A perfect scenario, men or women.

Her legs gave out entirely. Tsunade’s strength was all about gone and she lay on the table, wondering what was next.

What was next?

“Up we go!”

Charlie hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her off the table and he continued to pound into her. His balls swung and slapped her ass. 

Jiraiya’s jaw dropped. His dick twitched weakly. “Holy hell… he’s not even breaking a sweat. She’s completely at his mercy.”

See, Jiraiya understood that while Tsunade was subconsciously holding, Charlie was giving it his all. And no woman, no matter who she was, could resist. Could stop the orgasms. To stop the grin from forming on her face as his cock went far up north and reached her womb.

Every thrust, every kiss to her womb, Tsunade was but a messy, titty-shaking figure. She was a shell of her former self. Whatever trump card she had couldn’t be used, not anymore. They were past the point of no return.

It was and always would be Charlie’s victory from here on out.

Tsunade could only whimper, her body limp in his arms. And Charlie? Charlie kept improving. He shifted her weight slightly, adjusting his angle so that his cock pressed even deeper inside her.

Her notorious breasts swayed with each bounce. She finally confronted the public that was seeing her, her pride as a leader overshadowed by her unquenchable desire for the man who now dominated her.

She should have apologized to these people, to her people. She didn’t. She had no regrets. 

Charlie’s massive cock, a weapon of pleasure that defied belief, plunged into Tsunade’s dripping core with a wet slap!. She threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading like a waterfall, and let out a guttural moan that bordered on a scream.

She was desperate, broken, and utterly consumed by the rapture of their union. Her pussy was forever known to everyone as owned by Lord Charlie. It could no longer be a secret. 

By sheer coincidence, Charlie and Jiraiya came at the same time. One who wasted his seed to the dirt and the other burying it deep within the womb of the Senju Heiress. A woman that had harboured the love of every man for her tits and her intellect. That intellect was no more. Those tits were no more.

Both belonged to the Gokage. To this man who was secretly harbouring nothing but the ability of an ordinary man.

A loud glrk! echoed as his cum filled her to the brim, her walls struggling to contain it. It spilled out of her in thick streams, dripping onto the ground with a series of wet splats!. Tsunade’s body went limp, her head falling back as she gasped for air.

Charlie slowly pulled out and the classic gasp left the crowd’s lips as they saw it bounce. It was a hefty, massive thing that had no equal. Married or single, everyone understood.  Tsunade slumped against him, her legs too weak to support her. 

For Jiraiya, kudos had to go to his nutsack for the sheer baby batter. He noted to himself to focus on the balls more in his story.

Charlie was exhausted. He hadn’t noticed Jiraiya at any point so far and was thinking to himself, ‘I should go home.’

He kept her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest. He began to walk away from the scene.

The crowd parted once more. All were in awe as Charlie carried the Fifth Hokage toward the white carriage. Jiraiya’s eyes flicked from the creampied pussy of his crush to the swinging balls of the stud responsible. 

“Heh." The door to the carriage closed. Jiraiya crossed his arms. "Beware, My Lord. Don't think Tsunade will be as easy the next time you take her to your bed. She was out of it. Purposely, so that she could get your attention.”

Next time, and there would most certainly be a next time, Charlie would experience Lady Tsunade's full might.

Today, however, she was fine with being his personal cumdumpster.