The morning sun hadn't yet broken the horizon.
Inside her private quarters, Tsunade stood naked before a mirror—fresh from the shower, steam curling along her curves. She traced a fingertip along the faint red marks Jiraiya had left on her thighs and collarbone the night before.
She didn't regret it.
But it wasn't enough.
Her mind wasn't on Jiraiya now.
It was on Naruto.
She poured a cup of strong tea, staring out the window toward the residential district. Even from here, she could feel it—his chakra pulsing faintly in the air. It was saturated with heat. Lust. Power. Life.
And it was no longer only his.
Shion had marked him.
She'd bred him.
The seal on her belly was unmistakable—Tsunade had examined the chakra echoes left in Naruto's sheets herself. The priestess was pregnant, and the child was undeniably Uzumaki.
And that changed everything.
"If they start using his body to make chakra-born heirs…"
Tsunade's fingers curled around the teacup tighter.
The thought made her blood burn.
She wasn't foolish—she knew most of the girls chasing Naruto weren't in love. Not really. They were driven by the pull of his awakened bloodline, by chakra-influenced lust, the heat his aura poured into their bones like wildfire.
She'd felt it herself.
The moment he slid inside her, she'd wanted—no, needed—more. Every thrust, every groan from his throat, every desperate cry of her name had stirred something feral inside her.
But for Tsunade… it wasn't just desire.
It was territory.
She sipped her tea, then turned toward her desk. She sat, spread her legs comfortably beneath her robe, and activated the seal on her drawer.
Scrolls, files, intel.
A dossier on Shion.
Another on the Uchiha girls. The Hyuuga.
Temari. Mei Terumi. Even Ino.
All had been drawn to Naruto.
And Tsunade knew what she had to do.
"He's not a tool. He's not a stud. He's mine."
She began writing—swift, flawless calligraphy.
A formal declaration:
Effective immediately: Naruto Uzumaki is placed under Hokage-Level Protection and classified as a National Priority Bloodline Asset. Access to him shall be restricted and monitored. Breeding seals are prohibited without express Hokage consent.
She signed it.
Stamped it.
Sealed it in chakra.
Boom.
Law.
She sat back, exhaling deeply. Her robe loosened at her chest, exposing one heavy, perfect breast. She didn't fix it.
Instead, she slid her hand down slowly—between her legs—where slick heat still throbbed from the memory of riding Naruto's cock.
She moaned softly into her palm.
"He won't just be protected."
She bit her lip, curling her fingers deeper.
"He'll be loved."
She came fast—hot, intense, body twitching around her fingers.
And when the orgasm faded, her eyes were cold.
Determined.
She whispered to herself:
"By the time I'm done, they won't call me just Hokage…"
She smirked, pulling her robe shut.
"…They'll call me the woman who owns Naruto Uzumaki."