Tōshirō didn't respond. Tsunade took his silence as agreement. "Are you really not going to do it with me? Once this village is gone, there'll be no shop like this again."
No matter what he said, Tsunade probably wouldn't understand. Tōshirō turned around, and his myriad unspoken words condensed into one sentence: "I just don't want to lose you..."
After saying that, Tōshirō leaned in without any impure thoughts, slowly closing his eyes.
"Hmph, you'll regret this..."
Tsunade wrapped her arms around Tōshirō.
Tōshirō inhaled her milky scent and mumbled, "I already regret it..."
With that, he slowly closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
The next day.
When Tōshirō first awoke, he saw a expanse of fair skin.
Tsunade lay before him, eyes closed. As her nose gently flared, her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and faint breaths escaped her lips.
Waking up to a beauty right before his eyes, her fair arm draped across his neck, watching her pretty face, smelling her scent, listening to her murmurs.
Lying there, Tōshirō quietly gazed at her sleeping face, marveling that this truly was the most beautiful scene in the world.
It was the first time Tōshirō had seen Tsunade sleep, and he found it amusing. He decided not to get up, so as not to wake her.
Just then, some sleep-talking escaped Tsunade's delicate lips.
"Ho ho..."
"She's talking in her sleep. Let me hear what she's saying..."
Tōshirō's eyes were filled with teasing amusement as he listened with interest.
At first, Tsunade's sleep-talk was relatively normal, sounding as if she was with him.
But as the topic deepened, Tōshirō felt increasingly uneasy, especially with the next few sentences.
"What?" "Where's the dirt?" "You said you didn't mind." "I mean your mouth." "Idiot."
???
Tōshirō: ...
"Bastard, you weren't clumsy at all. You were crashing into me!"
"What kind of vulgar, lewd words are these?"
Tōshirō simply couldn't listen to such coarse things anymore. He coughed twice, signaling for the lecher to stop.
Soon, the two coughs had an effect.
Tsunade was silent at first.
Following that, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her nose twitched, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction at the cough interrupting her beautiful dream.
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes, and the man reflected in them was the very same man from her dream.
Their eyes met, and Tsunade seemed to realize something. Her pupils suddenly widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson. "You didn't hear anything strange just now, did you?"
"No."
Tsunade breathed a sigh of relief.
Tōshirō guaranteed, "I definitely didn't hear any words like: licking or colliding."
Tsunade froze.
It's over...
It's completely over.
She felt that her identity as a lecher had been confirmed.
Thinking of this, Tsunade glared at him, a murderous glint in her eyes.
Tōshirō: ???
"Orah~~"
A sudden development! Tōshirō couldn't dodge in time and was punched off the bed, rolling several times on the floor.
Tōshirō scrambled to his feet from the floor, seeing a crimson aura emanating from the culprit.
Perhaps it was due to his brain being a bit muddled from the hit, but Tōshirō saw the red aura behind Tsunade gradually solidify into a humanoid form.
Tōshirō shook his head, blinked his eyes, and through his hazy vision, the crimson figure gradually became clear.
It was a strange humanoid creature.
Its knees, ankles, and wrists all had silver armor, while its shoulder and waist armor were white. Its exterior was a crisscrossing pattern of red and white lines.
If he looked closely, there was also a face identical to its own on its forehead, giving the impression that a face was embedded on its face.
Could this be...
King Crimson?
"Forget it! Forget it now!"
Tsunade pressed closer, unleashing countless punches. "Ninja Art: Greater Memory Erasure Jutsu!"
After being thoroughly pummeled by Tsunade, Tōshirō seemed to have fallen victim to King Crimson's ability, having his memories directly erased.
...
...
Under Tsunade's Mystical Palm Technique's healing and care, it was as if a blade was at his throat, asking if he dared to do it again.
Tōshirō expressed that he dared not, and was forced to play dumb. "It hurts so much! What happened to me?"
"Darling, you accidentally fell when you got out of bed," Tsunade's eyes were full of tenderness. "I'm treating you right now, you know."
Tōshirō, coerced by her menacing presence, could only lie against his conscience. "Soka. Tsunade, you truly are gentle..."
Tsunade, not mincing words, replied, "You're welcome. It's what I should do..."
Tōshirō: ...
"Alright, it looks like you're recovering quickly..."
Tsunade patted Tōshirō's body, somewhat surprised by the Jinchūriki's physique. Then she stood up and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"To get you something."
Tsunade remembered the Dead Demon Consuming Seal: Kiss she had gotten from Grandma yesterday.
Tōshirō was puzzled, but Tsunade didn't leave him wondering for long. She quickly returned with something in her hand.
Tōshirō saw that what she was holding looked like a scroll and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is that?"
Tsunade didn't play coy and told him directly, "Ninja Art: Dead Demon Consuming Kiss."
Dead Demon Consuming Kiss?
Tōshirō looked confused. The name itself sounded like an inappropriate jutsu.
He opened his mouth and asked, "What kind of jutsu is it?"
Tsunade thought for a moment. According to what she knew, "It allows you to absorb the opponent's chakra by kissing them. The difficulty is around A-rank."
Tōshirō was dumbfounded.
"What kind of bizarre jutsu is this?"
"It's hard to imagine what kind of person would develop something like this."
Tōshirō's face showed a strange expression as he looked at her.
Tsunade felt uncomfortable from his gaze. "Why are you looking at me with such a perverted look?"
Based on Tsunade's past behavior, Tōshirō sighed. "Tsunade, if you want to trick me into a kiss, just say so. No need to beat around the bush. As long as you want to, my mouth will always be open for you."
If such a jutsu truly existed, Tōshirō would have no choice but to practice with Tsunade as his only option.
Tsunade stomped her foot. "Who's tricking you?! This jutsu really is like that! If you don't believe me, see for yourself!"
Tōshirō skeptically took the scroll, unfurled it, and quickly skimmed through it, finding that it was indeed true.
At the same time, he also remembered Tsunade specifically recalling this type of thing with him.
"So, the Dead Demon Consuming Kiss in front of him is a real jutsu???"
"Tsunade, why does such a jutsu exist?"
"You're asking me? I'd like to know too!" Tsunade grumbled, "Who developed such a jutsu? If so, wouldn't I have to kiss you every day..."
"No, you're secretly wishing for it, aren't you?" Tōshirō: (ω)
"What kind of look is that?"
"Nothing. Next, it'll be troublesome for you as I train this jutsu."
After much thought, Tōshirō decided not to gloat after getting a good deal, fearing a beating.
Tsunade: ...
Tōshirō rubbed his stomach. "Tsunade, go make food. I'm hungry."
Tsunade haughtily replied, "No time. Make it yourself."
Tōshirō heard that and said, "Alright then, what do you want to eat?"
"Tender chicken."
"Eating something like that so early in the morning seems troublesome."
"I want that."
"Okay, okay..."
Even with her unreasonable demand, Tōshirō could only comply. Just as he was about to start cooking, the doorbell rang. It seemed someone was looking for them.
"Who is it, knocking so early?"
"How would I know? Tōshirō, go open the door." Tsunade plopped down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and gestured for Tōshirō to do the work, seemingly still holding a grudge about yesterday.
Tōshirō reluctantly went to open the door. When he opened it, a white-haired old woman stood outside.
Tōshirō was surprised. "Grandma Mito."
After saying that, he shifted his gaze to the little boy next to Mito and called out his name: "Nawaki..."
Nawaki turned his face away.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you two."
Tōshirō shook his head. "Not at all. We just woke up."
As he spoke, Tsunade's voice drifted from behind him, asking who it was.
Tōshirō turned around and called out, informing her of who was at the door.
Hearing this, Tsunade rushed over excitedly, looking at Mito in surprise and asking, "Grandma, why are you here?"
"Can't I visit my granddaughter?" Mito smiled warmly.
"Ah, no, of course not!" Tsunade stammered, then quickly motioned for Mito to come inside.
Mito nodded and led Nawaki into the house.
Tsunade subtly poked Tōshirō's waist with her elbow. "Hurry up and pour tea!"
Tōshirō, hearing this, quickly got busy.
While he was pouring tea, Mito asked about last night, making Tsunade quite embarrassed.
"Grandma, what are you talking about? We didn't do anything last night!"
Mito didn't believe her, but she didn't press the issue.
It was normal for girls to be shy after such an event; she figured it was best to just know in her heart.
Suddenly, she noticed a large hole in the wall and was startled. From the looks of it, it seemed to have happened not long ago.
"What's that hole?"
At the mention of the hole, Tsunade remembered her socially humiliating moment, her face flushed, and she dared not speak.
Mito saw her shying away as if she wanted to crawl into a hole and couldn't help but misunderstand. It was hard to imagine what kind of scene had unfolded between her granddaughter and Tōshirō last night.
Mito's gentle, smiling face couldn't help but twitch. "You young people really had quite a wild night yesterday, didn't you?"
"It's really not what you're imagining, Grandma..."
(End of Chapter)
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