Tsunade was anxious now. She had clearly prepared herself to offer up her body, yet Shinichi would not give her the chance.
Every day, she followed Shinichi around, serving him tea and water with devoted care, but that was all she did. There had been intimate contact as well, yet they had never gone any further.
Did she really have to strip naked and crawl into his bed?
But if she did that, would she still have the right to name any conditions?
Tsunade had originally imagined that as long as she took the initiative to flirt and hint at things, the Hokage would be unable to restrain himself and make a move on her. She could then take the opportunity to ask him to spare Jiraiya.
She believed the Hokage was that kind of person. With so many women in his home and such a beautiful female secretary in his office, no one would believe him if he claimed not to be lustful.
Everything should have fallen into place naturally, but Shinichi seemed to have grasped her weak point. It was as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. He enjoyed her service, yet never fell into her trap.
As the days passed, Tsunade knew that if she did not do something soon, it would be too late for regret.
That day, Shinichi worked a little later than usual. Many of the staff in the Hokage's Office had already gone home, while Samui stood beside the Hokage, sorting through the documents he had finished processing to send to the various departments the next morning.
Seeing this, Tsunade did not dare interrupt his work rashly, afraid of provoking his displeasure.
Just then, someone else entered the office to report on their work.
"Hokage, the Execution Platform has been completed."