Choice

Watched by her two disciples, Tsunade's overwhelming shame nearly made her explode on the spot.

Yet the surging waves showed no sign of stopping. Though she desperately tried to suppress them, she could no longer endure it, and her throat grew hoarse from her cries.

She had never experienced such a humiliating moment before, yet unexpectedly, it felt thrilling.

Shizune and Rin blushed like overripe persimmons, their legs trembling unnaturally.

Once the waves subsided, Shiraishi Yoshijo picked up Tsunade, who was covering her face, and headed toward the bath. "You two, come and attend to us while we bathe."

In the bath, Shiraishi Yoshijo and Tsunade lay on waterbeds while Shizune and Rin, dressed in gauzy robes, stood on either side and washed their bodies.

"Tsunade, while they were away, you went through several attendants. You should let them come back and serve you. Weren't they especially close to you?"

"Bastard! Are they serving me or serving you, you scumbag?! How old are you, and how old are they? You could practically be their father!"

"Age doesn't matter. We can all live a long time anyway. Shizune, call me Father."

Shizune spat, her face turning cold as she increased the force of her hands, nearly scrubbing Shiraishi Yoshijo's skin off.

Shiraishi Yoshijo bared his teeth in pain and glared at Shizune. "If you don't call me Father today, I'll send Rin back to Konoha tomorrow and let her live happily ever after with Kakashi."

Shizune's expression changed. Gritting her teeth, she shouted, "Father!"

"Good girl! Rin, you have to call me that too."

Rin snapped, "You did that sort of thing to me, and you still want me to call you Father? Have you no shame? You're an emperor, at least mind your status!"

"There's no emperor here, only a