Let's make a harem in Naruto- CH-33. There is only one Rasa!

Tsunade sat on the ground, looking at her lower body, feeling an unfamiliar sensation. Suddenly, she looked around guiltily. Even though she knew it was just a dream…There shouldn't be anyone else here except herself and the devil, Rasa.

But Tsunade, a battle-hardened kunoichi who had fought in the ninja world for years, still instinctively scanned her surroundings. After confirming she was alone, she stood up weakly, walking to the bed with awkward, unsteady steps. Lying down, she pulled the quilt over herself.

Beneath the quilt, her body started making rhythmic, deliberate movements. Completely hidden under the covers, she bent her knees slightly and slowly placed her left hand on her smooth, hairless, vagina.

She began to gently rub the outermost part, her fingertips gliding over her delicate skin. With tears welling in her eyes, she whispered, "You bastard! You actually made me do something this shameful in my dream!"

"Hnn… Ahh…"

In the silence of Tsunade's dream, soft and intermittent moans filled the air. Tsunade, despite being as chaste as a virgin, wasn't someone who frequently indulged in such activities.

Because of this, she had very little experience—only allowing herself this release once every six months. And even when she did, she never dared to go too deep. She only allowed her fingertips to brush back and forth along the outermost edge, careful and restrained.

Just as Tsunade was carefully pleasuring herself in her dream, Rasa awoke in reality. His eyes snapped open as he stared at the familiar ceiling. Immediately, he lifted the quilt and glanced down at his pants.

Sure enough, they were sticky.

A smirk appeared on Rasa's face. Despite it being just past five in the morning, he got out of bed feeling completely energized and headed for the shower. The Rasa of his dreams—the devil with no bottom line—had disappeared. Now, he was once again the refined and composed Rasa of reality.

By the time he finished his shower, it was already 5:30 a.m.

After drying his hair, he lay back on his bed, resting his head against the soft pillow, his hands folded atop the quilt as he began reviewing the redemption page.

The dream had been too intense. He had been too caught up in the moment to think clearly. Now that he was awake and had time to analyze things, Rasa realized there were many issues that needed to be addressed.

The most pressing concern was Tsunade. Based on what she had said and how she had acted in the dream, she temporarily believed he was a manifestation of her subconscious.

But that lie wouldn't last forever. Although Rasa had never left his home much and, despite being a disciple of the Third Kazekage, wasn't well-known…And even though Tsunade no longer paid much attention to the affairs of the ninja world…

Sooner or later, she would investigate. Last night, he had managed to deceive her.

But that was likely because it had only been one day—her information sources hadn't yet delivered their reports. But today… that could change.

If Tsunade discovered that there was indeed someone named Rasa in the Sand Village. She would undoubtedly overturn all her previous assumptions. She would realize that she had been influenced by some unknown illusion or technique.

Even if she chose not to rush to the Sand Village immediately, she would return to Konoha to seek help. With Konoha's resources, she would investigate whether she had been subjected to any form of illusion or mind manipulation.

Although Rasa was confident in his abilities, even Konoha's best medics wouldn't be able to detect anything—his power worked through Magnetic Release, a unique ability beyond the current knowledge of the ninja world.

Despite the advanced yet unconventional nature of the Naruto world's technology, in-depth research into brain waves didn't yet exist.

Still if Konoha discovered that Tsunade was being harassed through some mysterious means, it would cause serious trouble. No matter how gentle Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, might seem, if he learned that someone was invading Tsunade's dreams and potentially influencing her mind, he wouldn't tolerate it.

And at this time, Hiruzen was only in his fifties—still in the prime of his career. He wasn't yet the weakened old man he would become in a decade. If he got involved, things would get messy.

Rasa needed to act fast. He needed to find a way to ensure Tsunade wouldn't tell anyone—or, better yet, make her forget the whole thing entirely. He continued scrolling through the redemption page, searching for a solution.

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Two and a half hours later, in a hotel in the Land of Fire…

Tsunade slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the dampness of her underwear. A weird, sticky sensation clung to her skin.

Her face instantly turned red.

In her dream, that demon had vanished…At first, she thought she could just handle things herself. But the more she touched herself, the more aroused she became. It had taken her seven times before she was finally satisfied. If not for her underwear becoming unbearably sticky and uncomfortable, she probably would have continued.

Shaking her head vigorously, Tsunade's massive breasts jiggled with the motion, creating an enticing spectacle.

"Ugh…"

She tried to stand up, but her legs immediately gave out beneath her. Thankfully, she caught herself in time, using her arms to support her weight before she could collapse. Remaining in a sit-up position, she waited for strength to return to her legs.

After a moment, she carefully adjusted her posture and flipped herself over, landing lightly on her back with only a faint "thud." Staring at the ceiling, she murmured, her tone a mix of enlightenment and resignation.

"I never thought… that after seven rounds, my legs would be so weak I couldn't even stand up. Good thing it was just a dream… It was only my subconscious. In reality, I'm still pure and untouched."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Suddenly, a hurried knock echoed against the wooden door of Tsunade's room. Judging by the rapid, urgent rhythm, the visitor was in a rush.

Tsunade, who only indulged herself once every six months and usually kept it brief, had been basking in a rare sense of post-release clarity. Now, being interrupted so abruptly irritated her.

"What is it?" She snapped.

"Master, I finally have some news on the matter you asked me to investigate yesterday!" Shizune's anxious voice came from the other side of the door.

But Tsunade remained indifferent. Still lying in bed, she continued waiting for her strength to return. After all, she had convinced herself that Rasa was just a figment of her subconscious. So she wasn't expecting anything meaningful from this investigation.

"Oh? What's the news?" She asked, her tone casual.

Outside the door, Shizune stood with a stack of papers in her left hand, her right hand still raised from knocking. Hearing Tsunade's calm response, Shizune felt embarrassed for getting so worked up.

Her master truly was remarkable—one of the legendary Sannin, composed and unshaken even in the face of uncertainty. Trying to match Tsunade's composure, Shizune took a deep breath and spoke in a more measured tone:

"Master, you asked me to check whether a ninja named Rasa exists in the ninja world. After a full day of investigation, our intelligence team has finally found him."

At first, Tsunade felt nothing. But then, Shizune's next words shattered her calm.

"There is only one ninja named Rasa in the entire ninja world."

Tsunade's heart lurched.

Like a rock plunging into still water, her previously composed mind rippled with shock.

Her breath caught.

Forcing herself to remain calm, she clenched her fists to suppress the sudden unease in her chest.

"…Have you found any details about him?" She asked, "Let me see." She said as she flicked her fingers.

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