The snow-white softness was quickly deformed under Leo's resentful grip. He used so much strength that Tsunade's strawberry-like peak slipped free from her clothes.
What had once been beautifully full was now being twisted and reshaped in his hand. Leo no longer treated Tsunade with the restraint and gentleness he'd shown Erina when he was clear-headed. Instead, he vented all the resentment he'd just built up, along with the mental pressure he'd been carrying for days.
So much so that even Tsunade, still trapped in a hemophobic state, couldn't help but cry out in pain.
After kneading something he'd wanted to touch for a long time, Leo couldn't stop himself from cursing.
"You walk around in clothes like that all day, right in front of me—what, you don't even see me as a man, do you?!"
After saying that, he let go and slapped those twin peaks hard. Instantly, waves surged and mountains rolled, an endlessly tempting sight. Even the side that hadn't been struck lifted and revealed its proud tip.
Leo sneered, pinched Tsunade's gradually hardening peak, and immediately realized her body had truly been ready all along. He gave it a harsh tug before letting go, then slapped her hips just as hard.
Another wave of blinding white flesh.
By now, the lighter in Leo's hand was burning hot, but he still placed it by Tsunade's legs so she could clearly see the constantly writhing opening and the fluid steadily flowing out.
"Ha!"
Another slap.
"You slut! Looks like you wanted this a long time ago!"
Leo was genuinely furious.
Under the lighter's glow, he grabbed the overlapping peaks above her, forcefully spreading the writhing abyss below, then thrust forward.
The first attempt failed, but the second time, he entered quickly.
He tossed the lighter aside, grabbed the unbelievably full, snow-white flesh, and began moving.
The sensation was intensely pleasurable. Every thrust felt like driving a wooden stake into soft yet compact mud.
Each entry was met with perfect enclosure and constriction, and every attempt to pull back meant enduring suction and pressure stickier than asphalt itself.
How should he put it?
Insanely good.
Erina's youthful sweetness had its own charm, but she wasn't fully grown yet. Compared to Tsunade, she really did fall short in terms of sheer physical comfort.
With Erina, Leo felt joy of the heart.
With Tsunade—
All he felt right now was the urge to make this woman cry.
Ignoring Tsunade's feelings entirely, Leo plunged in again and again, dredging the channel relentlessly, driving deeper each time. He was certain—if even he felt overwhelmed by the tight embrace, then Tsunade must be experiencing both pain and pleasure at once.
Before he could reach the very end, Tsunade's body suddenly began to tremble in a way completely different from her hemophobia—a distinctly feminine shudder.
In an instant, Leo felt a warm surge hit the base of his sword, followed by a sudden increase in slickness and ease inside.
But…
He could tell this wasn't just lubricant. There was something else mixed in.
"So sensitive, huh?"
Leo pressed on without restraint, completely disregarding her condition. If he could see her face now, he'd see her eyes rolling upward uncontrollably.
With her naturally sensitive constitution and the relentless assault, she never once touched solid ground. Every time she was about to fall, Leo would drive her back into a place far beyond reach.
And most importantly—
He was getting faster every time.
"N-no… don't…"
Tsunade let out a weak, pleading voice. She knew now that she'd been wrong, that she'd completely lost control of her emotions and reason earlier.
But Leo had no intention of stopping.
She'd started this war. She'd crossed the line first. There was no logic in begging someone to stop just because you were scared or overwhelmed.
Leo might agree—
But his brother absolutely wouldn't.
Leo launched another fierce thrust, finally reaching the deepest point. Tsunade threw her head back, reacting even more violently than Erina ever had.
The reason was simple.
In the normal world, most women's nerves are concentrated near the front, with very little—sometimes almost none—toward the back.
But people from the ninja world had cells twice as active as normal humans. Naturally, their nerves were denser and far more sensitive.
Erina might have special abilities related to food, but physically, she was no different from an ordinary human.
So for her, reaching the deepest point was only moderately stimulating.
For someone like Tsunade, the stimulation was easily ten times stronger.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue. At that moment, Leo touched the place where life is conceived—and truly experienced the terror of a ninja.
He'd just torn off her clothes, roughly playing with something too large to be held in one hand, when Tsunade's instincts launched a counterattack—
A suction so strong it almost felt tangible.
Before Leo could properly savor it, he hit his limit, releasing his white blaze in a torrent.
Yet even after absorbing it, the force didn't stop. It kept stimulating him, relentlessly forcing out everything he had stored away.
Leo clenched Tsunade's soft, magnificent flesh, trying to pull away—but it was impossible. Instead, the stimulation overwhelmed him further, forcing him down against her body, her full breasts and thighs bombarding his senses.
To escape, the black dragon had no choice but to spew flame wildly, emptying every last drop from its breath sac.
Tsunade convulsed uncontrollably, clearly left with no strength to resist—or perhaps barely any consciousness at all.
There was no helping it.
She was simply too sensitive.
When Leo finally escaped that den of dragons and tigers, his legs were trembling. Tsunade lay collapsed before him, but the so-called hero wasn't doing much better. A profound emptiness washed over him.
He lit the lighter and looked at Tsunade curled up on the bed, her body still twitching. Leo couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.
This woman…
Terrifying.
But—
Leo pulled out the leftover grilled meat from last time. Since it had been stored in his inventory, it was still perfectly fine.
He took a huge bite. As the food settled in his stomach, the weakness and exhaustion quickly faded, transforming into fresh strength.
Less than ten minutes later, Tsunade—who had some night vision—finally stirred from the overwhelming stimulation.
In her frightened gaze, Leo grabbed her perky hips once more.
He wore the same hollow smile Tsunade had earlier.
And, like a righteous hero challenging a dragon, he declared:
"A warrior doesn't retreat in the middle of battle."