!Watersports! !Slaps! !Beware!

Steam curls around you as you float bonelessly in the bath, feeling like a champion who just conquered the hardest mission of his life. Your limbs are jelly, your brain is mush, and your ego? Oh, your ego is practically soaring.

"Hoo boy… That was… wow," you mumble, staring blankly at the sky. "I mean, I knew I was good, but damn."

A scoff comes from the other side of the bath. "Tch."

You turn your head to the source, eyes half-lidded, grinning like an idiot. Tsume sits there, arms crossed, looking anywhere but at you. You’re no expert in body language (or anything really), but the system makes you very certain about her attitude towards you.

"No need to be shy," you croon, stretching lazily. "You can just say it—I rocked your world."

Tsume smirks, her arms still crossed as she watches you float lazily in the bath. "You know," she says with a tilt of her head, "I was planning to have some fun with you a little, and now? I don’t get it.”

She looks you up and down with a raised brow, her tone turning a little more playful. "You were going to be my toy for the night, maybe even two nights, before your limbs go to weak.” Her lips curl into a slight, amused smile. "So... I guess you really did manage to impress me. But don’t get any ideas."

"Hey,” you say, rubbing your very sore back, "I am glad to be alive to be honest. You’re like… like a wild animal! Like a… a sexy battle wolf!" You blink. "Wait, that actually makes sense. You’re an Inuzuka. I nailed that analogy."

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 5 points due to nailing the analogy. Current Score: 85.

"You nailed something," she mutters, rubbing her temples.

You waggle your eyebrows. "You, specifically."

Her head snaps toward you, and for a second, you think she might actually drown you. You wisely scoot a little further away.

She exhales sharply, glaring at the water. "Tch. My instincts are all messed up."

"Messed up how?" you ask, still very much enjoying yourself.

She clenches her fists. "I should have thrown you out the second you opened your stupid mouth. I should have ripped out your throat when you called yourself my master. But now…" Her nostrils flare as she glares at the wall like it personally offended her. "Now I keep looking at you and thinking—" A growl rumbles deep in her chest. "Damn it."

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 5 points. Current Score: 90 (Tsume would call you 'master' without sarcasm, respecting your authority completely. There are very little things she would refuse to do).

You read the message, and eyes wide with the excitement of an epiphany. "No way… Tsume, who is your master?"

Her eyes widen with disbelief, and for a moment, you swear you can almost see steam coming from her ears. She opens her mouth to yell at you, but the words get stuck somewhere between frustration and… acceptance?

"I’m going to kill you," she growls, her hands tightening into fists.

But you're not backing down. No, you've cracked the code. The universe has spoken. "Stop it bitch! I got you what you needed most, you admitted it. You want to obey me. You’re already—"

"Fine!" she spits, face flushed, clearly embarrassed by how much of this she’s letting you get away with. "Fine!"

System Message: Your Obedience Score with Tsume Inuzuka has increased by 10 points. Current Score: 100 (You say 'jump' – Tsume ask how high, you say 'suck' – Tsume asks how deep, you say 'kneel' – expect your slipper to smell weird in the morning).

She clenches her jaw, as if the words are poison on her tongue. "You’re my master, alright? Happy now, you insufferable brat?"

You smirk, opening your legs wide in the bathtub, "Tsume, your master wants his balls cleaned," you command, your voice dripping with satisfaction. She stares at your sack for a moment, then sighs, her shoulders slumping.

"Fine," she says begrudgingly, "If this is what you want." And with that, she dips her head under the water, her mouth moving to your balls, her tongue slithering around them like a serpent.

The sudden touch of her lips is a shock, but the sensation quickly turns to pleasure as she starts to suck and lick you clean. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she's surprisingly gentle given how rough she's been with you. You lean back, a contented sigh escaping your lips as she works her magic. You've never felt anything quite like this before. It's like every nerve in your body is singing, and you can't help but let out a low groan.

Her tongue darts out, swiping at the base of your cock before submerging to give your balls her full attention. She's thorough, making sure to clean every inch of you, and the way she looks up at you with those big, dark eyes makes you feel like a king. You've always had a thing for older women, on their knees, shacking their milk-bags and begging to fuck their pussies. And here you are, getting your nut licked by a masochist MILF that could tear your limb off your body. But you did your best not to think about the last part.

You lean back further, your cock giving a twitch of appreciation. "Mm, that's it," you encourage, watching the water slosh around as she works. "You're a natural, bitch."

Her ears are still over the water level, and she immerses herself in getting some air, "Thank you, master," she says with a hint of sarcasm, before going back between your legs, her mouth enveloping your balls again. You chuckle, "You can drop the sarcasm. We both know you love this."

You watch your bitch work, thinking how long she can stay under water. On the one hand, she is a trained ninja and shit, but on the other, you're pretty sure she needs oxygen. You decide to let the bitch figure that one out herself. Her tongue laps at your sack, sending waves of pleasure up your spine, making you shiver. You've always been a fan of a good ball licking, but this of course was the first time you ever got one. You placed a hand over her head, indicating for her to keep going, while you take your time enjoying the nice warm bath.

Eventually you relaxed so much that a sudden urge to pee comes over you. You look down at Tsume, still going to town on your nuts, and decide to test how submissive she really is. You grab her hair, get her mouth over your cock, and start pissing straight into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she starts to swallow, taking your piss down her throat like the good little slut she is. "You're such a good girl," you murmur, stroking her hair, "Swallow it all, don’t waste a single drop."

Her throat works as she tries to keep up with the flow, her eyes watering slightly. You watch, fascinated, as the golden stream fills her mouth and tries to gulp it all. She gags once, twice, but she keeps going, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," she murmurs, the words barely audible as your dick gets softer and your piss slows to a trickle. But she doesn't stop. She keeps licking, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust. You smile down at your bitch, and push her head back, letting your dick slap against her face. "Is that all you got?"

Tsume pulls back, gasping for air, her eyes glinting with something feral. "You're going to regret this," she says, her voice a warning growl. But before you come up with a clever reply, she dives back down, her mouth enveloping you once more, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. It's like she's trying to swallow you whole, her cheeks hollowing out as she takes you in deep.

"There, done! Happy now, you sick fuck?" she says, coming back up for air, her voice muffled by the mouthful of your piss, cum, and sweat. But as she spits it out, you can see she's panting, her pupils dilated with arousal. She tries to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, but her tongue gets out more than she expects, lapping up the last drops that cling to her lips.

You lean back with a grin, "You're welcome," you reply, not bothering to hide the smugness in your voice. "Anyway, care to dry your master off?"

Her eyes narrow, but she gets the hint. "Fine," she says, getting out of the tub and grabbing a towel. She stands over you, her body gleaming with water droplets that trace down the valleys of her breasts. You can't help but admire the view.

"Turn around," she says, her voice still tinged with annoyance. You do as she says, feeling the towel rub against your back as she starts to dry you off. Her hands are firm, almost rough, as she moves the fabric over your skin. You lean back into her, feeling her breasts press against your back. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You murmur, a smug grin on your face.

"So what if I do? You would order me to get on all fours and bark, while your cock makes me moan like a bitch," she snaps back, her breath hot on your neck. You realize her hand has strayed down to your cock, which is already starting to harden again. You laugh, "Well, that doesn't sound half bad."

"Not half bad? To have the Alpha of the Inuzuka clan on her knees, begging for your cock?" Tsume's voice is dripping with challenge, and you feel your own ego swell. You lean into her touch, "Might be fun to see you like that," you say, your voice low and full of mischief.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" she says, pushing you down onto the floor of the bathhouse. You let out an "oof!" as your ass hits the cold tiles, but she's already straddling you, her wet pussy pressing against your thigh. She's soaking wet, her nipples hard and her eyes gleaming with desire. "Take me," she demands, her hands on your shoulders, pushing herself closer. "Fuck my bitch pussy."

You chuckle, your cock already standing at full attention. The MILF in front of you is as ready as ever, and you yet you that right now is the time for a power move. You push her off, making her land on her hands and knees, her tits bobbing as she looks at you with confusion, "Master?"

"You're eager, aren't you, bitch?" You say, standing up. She looks at it with a mix of anger and arousal. "But remember, good bitches obey. And bad bitches get no cock." As she tries to stand up, you push her down, slapping her ass hard, watching the cheek jiggle. "You got that?"

Tsume nods, her eyes narrowing, "I understand, master," she says through gritted teeth.

"Good girl," you say, pleased with her response. You give her another slap, this one a little harder, watching as she tenses. "Now, count," you order.

Tsume's cheek stings from the impact, but you can see her smile slightly before she says, "One," in a tone that's part defiance, part arousal. You give her another smack, a little lower this time, making sure to hit her just right.

"Two," she says, her voice a little shakier now. You can tell she's starting to get into it. You give her another, and another, each one a little harder, a little lower, until she's moaning with every hit. "Three, four, five," she counts, her voice getting higher pitched with each one. You're not sure if it’s pain (cause you are a realist, and she is battle-trained ninja), so it muse be pleasure, making it a music to your ears.

You're about to keep going when you feel yourself getting tired. Fuck, that was intense. You're not used to this kind of workout. But her reddish ass still looks like it takes a lot more. For the first time in your life, you regret being a fat nerd with no stamina.