"Is there anything else?" I asked silently in my mind, a spark of curiosity igniting.
[Beginner's Gift detected. Would you like to open it?]
I burst out laughing, my heart racing with glee. "This is the best!" I shouted, barely containing my excitement.
"Open it!" I roared, my voice trembling with overwhelming joy.
[Gift opened. Congratulations, Master! You have received armor that shifts according to your will, a sword forged in the heart of a star, and the powers of your first summon!]
A torrent of power surged through me, like a cosmic wave crashing through my veins. It was electric, intoxicating—a mysterious energy that made me feel not ten, but fifty times stronger. I could probably shatter this world with a single thought.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I muttered, grounding myself. "System, explain this last gift—the summon power."
[Master, you have inherited chakra from both of your summons. You will master their skills with ease, as if they were second nature.]
Chakra. So that was the force humming within me, vibrant and alive. I raised my arm, focusing for a moment, and a blue glow enveloped my fist, pulsing like a star's heartbeat. It was… chakra.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped toward the mirror, eager to see the changes. My reflection was breathtaking—my face looked carved from diamond, sharp and radiant, almost too perfect. My body, once lean, was now a sculpted masterpiece, muscles rippling with power, so defined I couldn't count them. I murmured to myself, "I'm… unreal."
"Show yourself," I commanded, my voice steady and authoritative.
Without a sound, two figures materialized, kneeling before me in silent reverence.
"Tobirama," I said, meeting his piercing gaze.
"Go collect information—everything you can about this island."
"Yes, my lord," he replied, his tone calm but resolute. In an instant, he vanished, leaving only a faint ripple in the air.
Now it was just me and Tsunade, her presence commanding yet warm. I smirked, flexing slightly. "So, Tsuna, what do you think of my body?"
She rose, her eyes roaming over me with an intensity that sent a thrill through my core. "It's a piece of art, my lord," she said, her voice low and admiring, her gaze lingering on my chiseled form.
Her words hit like a shot of adrenaline, my ego soaring to the heavens. Being praised by someone as powerful as Tsunade? It felt damn good.
"Go," I said, my tone softening but firm. "Build us a home—somewhere secluded, where no one will find us."
"Yes, my lord," she replied, a faint smile tugging at her lips. And with that, she was gone, silent as a shadow.
I stepped out of the bathroom, the faint hum of music filling the air—smooth, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. There she was, my partner from the night before, her back to me, swaying gently to the beat with a glass of amber liquor in her hand. She was lost in the melody, her hips moving subtly, unaware of my presence.
I slipped behind her, my hands gliding firmly around her waist. She gasped, startled, but I was already there, pressing my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent—jasmine and warmth, intoxicating. Our bodies melded together, her hips grinding back against me, slow and deliberate, matching the music's pulse.
"Ah," she let out a soft moan as my lips brushed her neck.
"Your moans are music," I murmured, my voice low and rough, my hips moving in sync with hers.
She set her glass down with a soft clink and turned to face me, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her arms slid around my neck, and she rose onto her toes, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "I'm all yours to moan for," she teased, her lips curling into a smirk. "If you've got the skills, that is."
I grinned, my hands sliding down to grip her curves, pulling her closer. "Oh, I've got skills," I said, my voice dripping with confidence.
"Ah!" she gasped, her blush deepening as my grip tightened.
"Just surprised, huh?" I teased, catching her embarrassed glance as she turned her head away.
Not giving her a moment to recover, I kissed her—hard, hungry, claiming. She froze for a split second, then melted into me, her lips parting to welcome mine. Her mouth was sweet, impossibly so, like honey laced with fire—probably some anime magic, just like how her curves defied gravity, firm and perfect. It was my dream come true.
We kissed for a long, heated minute before pulling apart, her breaths coming in soft, ragged gasps. "Hah… hah…" she panted, her eyes half-lidded.
I smirked, barely winded, my enhanced physique keeping me steady. My hands roamed lower, squeezing her firmly, drawing another soft moan. "Mmh… ah…" Her face was redder than a ripe tomato.
"Let me take these off," I said, my fingers moving to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one.
"Mmh," she hummed, nodding, her eyes locked on mine, full of heat and permission.
Her blouse fell away, revealing smooth, glowing skin that seemed to shimmer under the soft light. A black bra hugged her curves, revealing just enough cleavage to make my pulse race. I traced a finger along the edge of her cleavage, her skin impossibly soft, like silk under my touch.
"You're so soft… beautiful… sexy," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "I'm going to enjoy every second of this."
Her face flushed even deeper, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "You… you're pretty great yourself," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
My excitement surged, and I pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her fiercely. I lifted her effortlessly, her arms wrapping around my neck, deepening the kiss as our lips moved in perfect sync. Breaking the kiss, I tossed her gently onto the bed, her body landing with a soft thud.
She lay there, staring up at me with starry eyes, her chest rising and falling, her curves tempting me in ways that set my blood on fire. The music pulsed in the background, a sultry rhythm that seemed to urge me forward.
I climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, "you're never going to forget this"
She bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Show me," she whispered, her voice a challenge and an invitation.