Tsunade's control over her body wanes as her lust grows, her fingers tracing the curves of her massive breasts, her nipples hardening. She's a vision of forbidden desire, her kimono barely containing her luscious form. Sakura, her rival and fellow student, watches from the shadows, jealousy and curiosity warring within her. She can't help but imagine Tsunade's skilled hands on her own body, the Hokage's tongue delving into her wetness, as she falls prey to the same mind-control, ready to indulge in the taboo pleasure.