Ryuji's deadpan comment made Tsunade's body jolt violently.
In the next moment, her face flushed an even deeper red as she yanked the blindfold off and glared at him with an expression full of frustration and embarrassment.
"What the hell do you expect me to do then?! In the end, you just wanna lick it, don't you?! You pervert!"
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Wait a damn second. Wasn't it her who escalated things to this point?
And now she had the nerve — no, the audacity — to act like this was all his fault?
Unbelievable. Completely backwards.
But above all else…
"Sorry, I have touched it already, now I'm really not in the mood to go licking around there anymore."
As soon as those words left his mouth —
The atmosphere froze.
Tsunade's brownish-red eyes widened in shock.
Her generous chest visibly heaved as she sucked in a sharp, furious breath.
Ryuji's danger instincts kicked in instantly.
He twisted his body just in time — and a split second later, Tsunade's fist came crashing down right where he'd been standing.
BOOOOM!
A violent gust of wind from the impact obliterated the wooden frame he had set up.
And not only that — a crater had been punched clean into the ground where her fist landed.
He stared wordlessly at the devastation for a second… then slowly turned his gaze to the sulking, head-hanging Tsunade.
For just a brief moment, his expression completely froze.
And then —
It twisted into a wildly exaggerated look of disbelief.
Without saying another word, Ryuji grabbed Tsunade by the collar and roared in utter disbelief.
"Are you trying to KILL me?!"
Of course he was acting this cocky — simple logic really.
If Tsunade actually wanted him dead, no matter what face he made, he'd be a corpse either way. So screw it — might as well go out swinging!
"Shut up, you bastard! Saying crap like 'I touched it already, so now I don't feel like licking it'! — who the hell asked you to lick me in the first place?!"
Tsunade wasn't about to back down either. She grabbed his collar right back, glaring fiercely at him — though the bright flush on her face totally betrayed her whole 'calm and collected' act. She was embarrassed and furious, plain as day.
"Bullshit! Who the hell likes licking a guy's dick?! I have perfectly NORMAL tastes, okay?!"
Ryuji roared right back, absolutely not losing this shouting match — while Tsunade just grew even more pissed, yanking harder on his clothes and barking her next line with savage energy.
"Haaah!? Normal tastes, my ass! Did you forget what you were doing with my boobs earlier?! And don't even get me started — if Kiri hadn't woken up, you were totally about to do weird crap to my mouth too, weren't you?! And now you're acting all high and mighty like you didn't want to?! Please! Put your hand on your heart and tell me — what exactly were you planning to do to my mouth this morning?! And the best part — don't act like you didn't already finish on me either!"
Tsunade's accusations hit hard.
Sure, he felt kinda guilty — mostly because yeah… that had been his plan.
But surrender? Apologize? Never!
"What the hell are you talking about?! Complaining about things that didn't even happen! And besides, all of this happened because of you! If you hadn't butted in outta nowhere, I'd be off enjoying some perfectly adult fun with Kiri by now!"
But unfortunately for Ryuji… he was arguing with Tsunade.
The moment she sensed that tiny flicker of guilt in him — her expression immediately shifted to one of supreme confidence, like a cat toying with a mouse.
A cocky grin tugged at her lips — though her face was still bright red, clearly held together by nothing but sheer stubborn pride.
"HAHA! You dumbass! Your heartbeat just skipped a beat! You're totally guilty, huh?! HUH?!"
Ryuji instinctively flinched, wanting to pull away — but that damn mouth of his just wouldn't shut up.
"Who the hell could tell that kinda thing?! Oh yeah? Then explain why you suddenly—"
But right then—
BANG! BANG!
Two gunshots rang out — sharp and sudden.
A bullet whizzed right past both their faces — close enough to slice off a few strands of their hair.
The two of them instantly fell silent. Slowly, they both turned their heads — only to see Kiri standing right beside them at some point, her expression clearly irritated. In her hand, her revolver was still trailing thin wisps of smoke.
As Ryuji froze in place, Kiri casually pulled out a bottle of clean water from her inventory and tossed it at their feet. Her face remained expressionless as she spoke in a cold, commanding tone.
"Wash up. Then lick each other clean."
"..."
"..."
"Hurry up! I want to see how exactly this whole 'energy transfer' thing works!"
"..."
"..."
"I said — DO IT!"
As her words echoed out, so did the gunshots from her revolver, firing rapidly into the ground near their feet as a warning.
Ryuji and Tsunade exchanged a long, silent look. Then, with a stiff expression, he slowly raised his hand.
"Uh… would it be alright if you, you know, looked away? I'm kind of nervous with you staring like that… might not be able to perform properly…"
For a moment, the entire area fell into an awkward silence.
Kiri's face twitched slightly. Then, with a frustrated "tch", she abruptly turned away.
"Hah… so troublesome. Fine, but hurry it up! I don't have all day!"
Practically fleeing the scene, she jogged away with suspicious haste.
Watching her retreating back, both Ryuji and Tsunade fell into thoughtful silence.
"...Was she embarrassed?" Tsunade rubbed her chin, voicing the thought on both their minds.
"Probably…" he replied, glancing down at the bottle of water Kiri had tossed them.
Honestly, now that things had gotten to this point, washing up didn't seem like that big of a deal anymore. And… well, truth be told, he was a little curious about this so-called 'oral technique' thing. The female merchant from before was totally useless — stiff as a board, no skill whatsoever. Not to mention, the angle was all wrong. Completely unsatisfying!
Absolutely no good!
So, with a helpless expression, he awkwardly made a '6' with his right hand and a '9' with his left, bringing them together in front of him to form a crude gesture that symbolized exactly what he was suggesting.
"Should we… just go along with it?"
Tsunade stared at him in deadpan silence… then silently raised her fist.
"...Okay, I get it."
Ryuji nodded seriously.
"That still leaves us with one major problem though — what are we supposed to do about this?"
He gestured downwards, very clearly referring to the unfortunate evidence of his, uh, physical predicament.
That was probably the biggest issue between them right now.
"..."
Without a word, Tsunade pulled out a knife.
Ryuji instinctively took a step back, alarm bells blaring in his head — but before he could properly react, he felt the sharp sting of a blade slicing across his shoulder.
Warm blood immediately began to flow from the cut.
And just like that, Tsunade slumped down, collapsing onto the wooden frame nearby, her body shaking from the pain.
"...…"
Staring down at the bleeding wound on his shoulder, he really wanted to ask why she didn't just cut herself instead — but reason told him very clearly: if he dared voice that thought out loud, she'd probably beat him until even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
Her body had already gone completely soft — there was no need to further provoke her mind.
Tsunade had lost all ability to resist. Her pale, powerful legs were now sprawled helplessly over the wooden frame. He gently ran his hand along her firm, shapely thighs. Compared to those so-called "slender model legs," Tsunade's legs might seem a little thick — but only when you actually touched them with your own hands could you truly understand just how incredible this soft, solid feeling really was.
The balance of muscle and fat was nothing short of perfection.
Once again, Ryuji approached that mysterious and enticing pussy. Thanks to the sunlight this time, he could clearly see the thick natural barrier guarding the entrance. But unlike before, he didn't rush. Instead, he moved carefully — gently loosening Tsunade's clothing, revealing her helpless body, before leaning in to bite lightly on that bright, strawberry-pink bud.
A gentle nibble.
He had long since realized that Tsunade was extremely sensitive — yet she unexpectedly enjoyed a little pain mixed into the pleasure. For him, it was a matter of mere moments to tease and play with her body, casually brushing his fingers against that delicate symbol of the garden.
And just like that — as if responding instinctively — sweet nectar began to well up, her body starting to move on its own.
Ryuji dipped his finger into that nectar, bringing it to his lips — and was immediately struck by the subtle sweetness and Tsunade's unique scent.
It wasn't as sweet as honey — but somehow, it tasted remarkably similar.
And strangely… that made it even more arousing.
Yet as that thought flickered through his mind, an absurd question suddenly surfaced in his brain.
'Wait… does this count as… cannibalism?'
He shook his head hard, tossing the ridiculous thought aside, focusing instead on the matter at hand. Without hesitation, he slowly pressed forward — step by step, carefully tearing through that thick natural barrier.
No… to be more precise — once he entered a certain point, it wasn't just him pushing forward anymore.
It was Tsunade herself — subconsciously pulling him in, forcing him to tear through the final layers of defense!
Terrifying.
He had only just realized this when Tsunade's body, already fully engaged, began moving on its own — gripping him tightly, guiding him deeper inside with that soft yet impossibly strong inner pull.
Sticky. Tight. Relentless.
Even with his usual pace and strength, within just a few minutes — in this unbelievable environment — Ryuji was driven to his limit and finally released his cum in a sudden burst.
Far stronger than anything that had happened in the morning.
Ryuji was acutely aware of this fact.
So when he looked down at Tsunade again — what appeared in his eyes…
Was genuine fear.
But there was no way he was going to admit defeat here!
Because even before he reached his limit — Tsunade had already been pushed far beyond hers, drifting once more into that dreamlike morning trance.
Grinning confidently, he casually grabbed one of her magnificent peaks, stuffed a piece of grilled meat into his mouth with his other hand, and asked her cheerfully:
"Ready for the next round, Tsunade? Got enough stamina left?"
After all — with all this food stocked up — how could he possibly be afraid?
And then…
———
" Who is this?"
Looking at the person being carried by Tsunade, Kiri asked.
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Bonus chapter target: 100 PS.