'Why do I suddenly have this ominous feeling... like I'm going to be endlessly tormented by some ridiculously unlucky guy in the future? Maybe even die because of it?'
Kiri frowned deeply.
That feeling just now—it wasn't ordinary unease. It was the same sharp instinct she'd always had on the brink of death. Every time danger approached, that sixth sense had saved her life.
But this time...
This time was different.
It wasn't the feeling of dying in battle.
It was the terrifying premonition of being humiliated in some unspeakable way... and then dying from it.
And the source...
The source was close.
"Damn it... don't tell me there's even more trouble coming our way?"
Setting down the mechanical parts in her hands, Kiri wiped her brow. She'd been working on repairing a small engine, hoping to fix the cement mixer that Ryuji had dragged back.
But that awful chill running down her spine made her pause. She slowly scanned the area around her.
And then—
Her sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual in the distance.
"That's..."
Two figures were moving through the trees, sneaking along cautiously.
Kiri quickly pulled out her handmade binoculars. Through the lenses, she recognized them immediately — the two new girls they'd met earlier that morning.
They were heading straight for the nearby town — the same one they had raided last time.
"So... they didn't believe us after all, huh?"
Kiri sighed. It looked like those two thought they could handle whatever danger lay ahead on their own.
"Hope they make it back alive..."
After watching them disappear into the distance, she shook her head and turned back to her work, tightening a bolt on the engine.
Meanwhile, back with Ryuji...
Things weren't exactly peaceful either.
He was still shamelessly lying across Tsunade's lap, casually kneading her soft, full breasts like he had every right to.
The worst part?
Tsunade's body was starting to react against her will — growing warm, her heart pounding with a complicated mix of shame and guilt.
Guilt... toward Dan.
Toward the man she once loved.
But seeing Ryuji's ever-growing smug grin... Tsunade finally snapped.
Without warning, she raised her fist — and brought it crashing down on his head.
BAM!
"Oww—!! What the hell was that for?!" he sat up, rubbing his head in frustration. He glared at her like he was the victim here.
Tsunade's eyebrow twitched.
"You idiot! I said you could rest on my lap — not grope me like some pervert!"
Her voice was sharp, but there was the faintest trace of embarrassment underneath.
This was supposed to be a lap pillow — something couples might share quietly. Not... whatever this had become.
"Tch..."
Ryuji clicked his tongue in annoyance, still rubbing his sore forehead. He could tell from her face that if he kept pushing his luck, he'd really get it this time.
But give in completely?
Hell no.
"Fine! No touching it is!"
He didn't hesitate at all — he laid his head back down on Tsunade's lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But just as Tsunade was about to come up with another excuse to drive him away, her body suddenly shuddered violently, and the beer in her hand nearly spilled.
Because—
A wave of hot breath had slipped through her clothes, directly washing over that sensitive place between her legs.
And not just that — Ryuji's breathing had clearly grown heavier, the warm airflow brushing against her in a way that made her whole body jolt with unnatural sensitivity.
Tsunade's eyes widened in shock.
Ryuji, however, was focused on something completely different.
Tsunade's body was... interesting.
With Erina — even with the cleanest hygiene — there was always the faint, inescapable scent of a living body. That was just how humans were unless they never sweat, never secreted anything.
But Tsunade?
She was different.
She smelled sweet.
No joke — sweet.
Specifically... like honey.
He was honestly stunned.
He hadn't noticed this before — last time, he'd been too caught up in the softness and the overwhelming physical sensation to pay attention to anything else.
But now that he had a moment to focus —
He realized even Tsunade's saliva had tasted suspiciously sweet. Overly sweet, almost unnaturally so.
And not only that — the texture had felt thicker, heavier, almost syrupy.
He was sure of one thing: if this wasn't diabetes, it could only be due to her bizarre physical constitution.
Without hesitation, he took another deep breath — deliberately — and sure enough, that honey-like fragrance flooded his senses once more.
But this time, as he focused even more closely, he caught a faint, underlying scent beneath the sweetness — a uniquely feminine pheromone that belonged to Tsunade alone.
This wasn't some perfume.
This was Tsunade's natural scent.
Subarashi!
Ryuji's eyes lit up.
He never thought he'd encounter something this fantastical outside of some wild erotic novel — and yet here it was, real, tangible, right in front of him.
Even more thrilling, just from a few heavy breaths and a little teasing with his warm breath —
He could feel it.
A sudden, mysterious dampness spread across the fabric, soaking through her loose clothes, clinging to her curves — making her already enticing figure even more clearly outlined before him.
And that wasn't all—
The scent intensified.
He couldn't help himself.
He stuck out his tongue.
The moment he did —
BOOM.
Tsunade, already trembling all over, instantly snapped.
Her entire body went rigid, and with a burst of strength, she shoved him away like he was some terrifying monster.
Staggering back several steps, she stood there, glaring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, face flushed bright red.
"You—you—you—you—!! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Tsunade instinctively hugged her chest, squeezing her legs tightly together, her heart pounding like crazy.
She was one of the Legendary Sannin. A kunoichi who had faced death countless times.
And yet right now—
Faced with this absurd, shameless situation—
She was reacting no differently from any ordinary woman — no, perhaps even more flustered, because unlike most kunoichi, she'd never once experienced something like this.
Although Tsunade was one of the legendary Sannin, when it came to matters like this… her reaction was no different from any ordinary woman. No — in fact, precisely because she was one of the Sannin, and had never experienced anything like this before, her reaction was even more intense.
After all, her teammates were either perverts who'd rather use Transformation Jutsu to seduce enemies themselves than let her step in, or people who treated her like a precious treasure. Her status and lineage as the princess of the Senju clan meant her superiors — even her own teacher — would never let her beauty be used for… certain purposes.
And then there was her former lover, a careful, reserved man from a small, respectable family. Facing someone like Tsunade — the so-called princess of Konoha and the Land of Fire — he treated her like fine glass, never daring to cross any boundaries.
Which led to one simple truth.
Despite being the famed and experienced Tsunade-hime… when it came to actual hands-on experience in this field?
She was completely hopeless.
"Aren't I just doing what needs to be done?" Ryuji casually wiped his mouth, giving Tsunade a regretful look.
He was this close to tasting it!
Damn it.
...Wait, why does this feel like I'm acting like some desperate simp?
Shaking his head to clear the thought, he got up and began walking towards Tsunade. As he moved, he started to close off the space around them with wooden frames — a makeshift barrier for privacy.
"You're the one who called me over, you know. I was planning to take it slow and help you relax first... but you seem to be really resistant to all this. If that's the case, it's gonna hurt."
Between a man and a woman, it wasn't just about diving straight into action. There was teasing, there was build-up, there was trust and relaxation.
Especially for a girl's first time — if the guy was too big or too rough, the whole process would be slow, difficult, and painful.
Back during the Blood Moon, things between him and Tsunade had been more about raw emotion, instinct, and survival — forcing their way through despite everything. But now, in a calm setting… he didn't want Tsunade to go through that kind of pain again.
Besides — if she didn't relax properly, even his mortal body would suffer for it!
"..."
Tsunade knew all this. She really did. But even as she opened her mouth, hesitating, the words that finally came out were forced and stubborn.
"No way! We are not doing any of that stuff! If we're going to do this — then hurry up and get it over with! After all, you gain energy based on how many times you… uh, release, right?!"
Wait. She's even counting how many times I've finished?!
Ryuji was speechless. Then sighed in helplessness.
"...Alright, if you insist."
He walked up to Tsunade, watching her conflicted expression — the way she looked like she might punch him any second. Remembering what Kiri had said earlier that morning, it all suddenly clicked.
Originally, it was supposed to be Kiri who tested him.
But now… it was Tsunade herself standing here.
"...You really are one troublesome princess, huh?"
Muttering under his breath, he pulled out a cloth strip and handed it to Tsunade.
Without a word, Tsunade took it and tied it over her eyes — completely blocking her vision. Then, with Ryuji's gentle support, she slowly lay down on the wooden frame he'd set up.
He didn't tease her any further.
Instead, he quietly reached for the strings of her pants, loosening them little by little, revealing her long, shapely legs — smooth, fair, and full of feminine charm. And between them...
A delicate, glistening garden was gradually releasing a sweet, tempting fragrance — clear and syrupy like honeyed nectar.
...And judging from the texture?
Yeah. Pretty much sugar syrup.
Unfastening his own belt, he positioned himself, carefully trying to push inside.
His tip touched that impossibly soft entrance…
And then…
It didn't go in.
At all.
It was like slamming into reinforced steel.
No joke — this wasn't tiger-clamp level tightness.
This wasn't even vise-clamp tightness.
This was straight-up hydraulic press tight!
Staring at Tsunade's visibly tense and nervous expression, Ryuji couldn't hold back his deadpan comment.
"…If I force it like this, I feel like something's gonna snap, y'know?"