"You're eager to talk to her huh? You seem quite pleased with yourself!"
Tsunade, unable to hold back her frustration, pinched and twisted Shinho's waist fiercely.
"Hiss!"
Shinho gasped sharply, his expression exaggerated.
Tsunade shot him a glare.
With his strength, that little bit of force meant nothing. She knew that.
"Shizune has been with me for over ten years."
Tsunade sighed. "Do you understand what that means?"
"Yep, I understand!"
Shinho's heart leapt with joy.
Tsunade had finally compromised.
As she said, a bond formed over more than a decade wasn't easily severed.
Their relationship was extraordinary. Before meeting Shinho, the two women had relied on each other for survival.
Due to various twists of fate, both were alone and had no other family.
"..."
Seeing Shinho's smug expression made Tsunade even more irritated.
She lifted her leg and kicked him.
"I'll get it done, don't worry!"
Shinho waved back at her with a smile.
He didn't mind Tsunade's reaction.
After all, she wasn't happy about sharing—who would be?
Besides, he'd already gained the greatest advantage.
Even if she kicked him a few more times, it would still be worth it.
Shinho walked into the living room.
Shizune was still sitting at the table, lost in thought.
She blinked and looked up when she heard his footsteps.
"You can still stand?"
Shizune snapped out of her daze and asked in surprise.
"What kind of question is that?"
Shinho glared at her.
Did she think Tsunade would tear him to pieces?
"Did Lady Tsunade... agree?"
Realizing something, Shizune's face shifted to disbelief.
In her mind, Tsunade would've rejected him outright and beaten him senseless for even suggesting it.
But Shinho's reaction said otherwise.
"What do you think?"
Shinho reached out and gently caressed her cheek.
"..."
Shizune stared at him in a daze.
The excitement on his face was undeniable.
She didn't need to ask further. The answer was obvious.
Suddenly, Shizune felt strange.
She never thought she'd end up falling for the same man as Tsunade.
How were they supposed to live from now on?
"Shizune-nee-san."
Shinho bent down.
"Umm?"
Shizune looked up instinctively.
The next second, he kissed her, leaving her stunned.
Shizune was about to resist, but then she remembered Tsunade had already agreed.
It didn't matter if they were caught.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
After a long moment, their lips parted.
"Thank you, Shizune-nee," Shinho said seriously, looking at her blushing face.
"Shameless bastard!"
Shizune's eyes widened for a moment, then she huffed softly.
"I'm going to check on Sensei."
Shinho chuckled, ruffling her hair before heading to the kitchen.
Tsunade stood at the stove, her brows furrowed with worry.
"Shizune-nee has already agreed."
Shinho knocked lightly on the doorframe, meeting Tsunade's gaze directly.
"Really?"
Tsunade was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected that.
But as she thought about how Shizune knew she was in love with Shinho, a wave of awkwardness washed over her.
What kind of teacher steals her student's man?
What a mess.
Tsunade rubbed her temples.
After a moment, she exhaled deeply.
There was no changing things now.
This brat had really lucked out.
"You can finish washing the dishes."
Tsunade walked into the living room.
"Lady Tsunade..."
Shizune trembled slightly and lowered her head.
"You don't need to be so tense. Just act as you always have. The three of us have been living together for a long time anyway."
Tsunade spoke with a tone of resignation and acceptance.
"Um."
Shizune responded softly.
"Let that brat stay in your room tonight."
Tsunade mulled it over and made a major concession.
"Eh?"
Shizune was stunned.
Was it really appropriate to discuss something like this?
"That's that."
Tsunade waved her hand dismissively.
Without waiting for Shizune's response, she plopped onto the sofa and turned on the TV.
"..."
Shizune hesitated, but ultimately kept silent.
This was Tsunade's way—direct and decisive.
Even in handling such matters, she acted swiftly and without hesitation.
When Shinho finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room, he found the two women acting as if everything was normal.
They went about their usual routines as though nothing had happened.
He scratched his head, confused.
Was all the intensity earlier just his imagination?
Still, this was precisely what he wanted.
Shinho had always embraced his true desires, no matter how shameless they seemed.
After all, in the Shinobi World, strength ruled supreme.
Night fell.
Shinho, who had been looking forward to this moment for so long, rubbed his hands together with excitement.
But his wish never came true.
Because Tsunade had made arrangements.
She instructed him to visit Shizune's room first, then return to her room.
To be honest, this wasn't all that different from normal.
The only change was that before, he had to sneak around to find Shizune. Now, he could do it openly.
What he had dreamed of—a cozy night with both of them—never happened.
Shinho was disappointed, but he understood.
Understanding was one thing, but as a man, he still had dreams.
He decided to look for an opportunity to give it a try.
"What... what are you thinking about?"
Shizune's face flushed as she asked.
"Nothing much."
Shinho reached out and brushed aside her black bangs.
Shizune felt even more uncomfortable being stared at by him like that.
Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt herself being lifted.
"Wait—"
Before she could finish speaking, her voice was muffled.
Left with no choice, she clung tightly to Shinho.
Just like earlier in the day.
Shizune felt as though her entire body and soul could only rely on him to stay upright.
Half an hour later, she was limp like a puddle of mud, completely drained of energy.
"Shizune-nee."
Shinho swallowed hard and whispered.
Shizune's delicate body relaxed entirely, and her long, slender legs lay sprawled out.
Her black stockings had slipped from her thighs to below her knees and hung loosely at her ankles.
"Go... go find Lady Tsunade."
Shizune said breathlessly.
Her forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Won't you help me freshen up a bit?"
Shinho lowered his head and asked.
"You pervert!"
Shizune mustered some strength and gave him a fierce glare.
But moments later, she lifted her head, and her soft lips moved closer to his.
"Shizune-nee, you're so kind."
Shinho reached out and ruffled her hair.
Unable to speak, Shizune only puffed out her cheeks in protest.
In less than ten minutes, she pushed Shinho away, crawled under the blanket, and drifted into dreamland.
"..."
Shinho felt as though all his progress had been for nothing.
He had been so close to the finish line.
But there was no helping it.
Without the Yin Seal, Shizune's stamina really was lacking.
It didn't help that she had indulged herself earlier in the day.
Shinho stormed out of the room with a fierce aura.
Tsunade was sitting at the edge of the bed, her shapely legs crossed, looking dazzlingly pale under the lamplight.
She was wearing a thin, sleeveless nightgown that revealed a large expanse of her fair skin.
Especially the graceful curve between her shoulders. It was impossible to look away.
"What's with you now?"
Tsunade asked in an exasperated tone.
"Sensei, you know me."
Shinho walked up to her and said, "Shizune-nee was exhausted, so she's asleep."
Tsunade hesitated but remained silent.
She truly felt sorry for Shizune.
"Go take a bath first," Tsunade said, frowning slightly. "You're covered in...ugh."
"Let's bathe together later."
Shinho bent down and buried his head in her chest.
"You little brat!"
Caught off guard, Tsunade fell back onto the bed.
Shinho didn't reply—he was too busy weaving sweet words.
Tsunade's expression changed.
She playfully hit Shinho's head and then pulled him tightly into a hug.
Her amber eyes glistened as if with unshed tears.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, exuding an indescribable allure.
Shinho kissed her gently, moving from her chin upward.
Tsunade caught a familiar scent.
It was Shizune's.
Her eyes widened instinctively.
Though she was embarrassed and furious, she also felt a strange thrill.
"Sensei."
Shinho lifted her up.
They switched positions.
Tsunade sat upright, casting a sultry glance his way.
Her nightgown naturally draped down, covering Shinho's abdomen.
"Sensei, you're so beautiful."
Shinho looked up at her.
When he was with Shizune, he liked to be in control.
But with Tsunade, he played the obedient student.
The reason was simple, he could appreciate a one-of-a-kind view of the world from this position.
Her golden hair swayed as it floated in the air, the silken fabric of her gown following suit in a mesmerizing curve.
Her long, pale legs supported her frame, her arched feet gripping the floor as her toes curled.
"Shut up!"
Sweat beaded across Tsunade's forehead.
The blush spread across her fair skin, making her look even more irresistible, like a freshly washed peach.
Seeing this, Shinho stopped speaking.
He clasped his hands behind his head and silently admired her.
Finally, Tsunade lifted her elegant neck, her red lips parting in a silent cry.
Shinho hurriedly reached out and held her steady.
"How's Shizune?"
Tsunade leaned against his chest and asked softly.
"She's fine."
Shinho answered truthfully.
"You need to treat her well from now on, understand?"
Tsunade gave him a sidelong glance.
"No need to make it 'from now on,'" Shinho shook his head, "I've always treated Shizune-nee-san well."
"You've gotten quite the bargain."
Tsunade huffed.
"Sensei, it's a bit chilly," Shinho smiled. "Let me warm you up some more."
Their positions shifted once again.
Shinho looked down at Tsunade, who glared at him with anger as he pressed his hand to her heart.
What followed was his second favorite part, being in the driver's seat.
…
A long, busy night finally came to an end.
…
By early morning, Shizune opened her eyes.
She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds.
The events of last night felt like a dream.
She had dreamed of many possibilities, but was not one of them.
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