Tsunade did not resist the idea of sacrifice. It was only a body, after all. If the Hokage desired it, she had no qualms about giving it to him.
Compared to what she sought, if the price was merely offering up her body, then it was entirely worth it.
So when faced with Zhen's utmost humiliation, no matter what Tsunade truly thought inside, she ultimately endured it and presented an attitude of initiative and compliance.
"Since you're determined to make an effort, I'll give you the chance. Do your best to please me. If you satisfy me, I might agree to your request."
That was what the Hokage told her before leaving the lounge.
Please him...
How else was she supposed to please him? They might as well just tumble around in bed and be done with it.
That was what Tsunade thought to herself.
Having worked as Zhen's assistant for so long, she had come to understand some of his temperament. In her eyes, this Hokage was someone with perverse tastes and an extreme sense of self-importance.
Everything had to cater to his preferences, but it could not always be that way. If she simply went along with everything he wanted, he would instead find it boring.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of toying with her even more, and Tsunade found that incomparably tragic.
It felt as though she had returned to being that assistant from before, perhaps in an even more lowly position.
Zhen had said that Jiraiya would be publicly executed in a week, which meant she had only one week to change Zhen's mind.
One week. The time was short. She did not know whether she should feel fortunate or sorrowful.
But from Zhen's perspective, Jiraiya had already been captured. Whether he was killed or