"So... what exactly are you trying to do?"
Ryuji had pinned Tsunade down, but he hadn't lost his mind. Taking advantage of someone in this state would just be way too much — even if his body was pretty much on the verge of exploding right now.
But the real problem was...
If he actually went all the way, but didn't gain any energy points from it — meaning he couldn't send Tsunade back — then without a doubt, he'd be completely screwed!
Forget about surviving peacefully after that — just not getting smashed into a meat patty by one of Tsunade's punches would already be considered lucky!
So, without hesitation, Ryuji tried to pull his hands back. He wanted to slap Tsunade across the face a couple of times to snap her out of it.
But then —
He suddenly felt a sharp pain down below. Looking down, he saw Tsunade had jabbed a finger right at the base of his most vulnerable part.
His whole body froze.
And the next second — an unbearable surge of intense heat exploded from within him, like white flames gushing out uncontrollably, splashing directly onto Tsunade.
"..."
Ryuji was speechless.
Tsunade's voice was still hollow, anxious, and utterly detached from reality.
"Did you get energy points from that?"
"..."
Get your damn energy points my ass!
Ryuji could feel a force within him desperately pushing him to keep firing, to keep going — and sure enough, his body obeyed.
Without a doubt, this had to be some kind of medical ninjutsu from the ninja world!
"Y-You..."
Shaking uncontrollably, Ryuji could barely squeeze out a single word to condemn Tsunade. But before he could even finish, she pressed him down onto the bed again.
He clearly heard the sound of the bed frame cracking beneath them. His body dropped down through the broken boards — and so did Tsunade.
And in that moment...
Ryuji's sword slid right through that wild, golden forest, almost — just almost — reaching that soft, warm entrance. He could feel it — feel exactly how Tsunade's most delicate place was like.
It was so close.
But just as he was about to enter, the combination of extreme tightness and Tsunade suddenly dropping her weight down caused him to painfully miss the mark.
It was like trying to drive a stick into dry, hard-packed soil — only for the stick to violently snap or split from too much force. That's exactly what Ryuji felt was happening to his poor little brother right now.
He gasped hard — only to feel a soft, warm hand suddenly holding the tip of his sword.
That gentle warmth enveloped him completely — and the next instant, under the combined effect of pain and stimulation, another uncontrollable burst of white fluid erupted from him again.
"Is this working? Like this? How about this?"
Tsunade's voice was still hollow — but Ryuji forced himself to take a deep breath, doing everything he could to keep his mind clear in this messed-up situation.
Then, raising his head, he looked straight at her and spoke.
"If you really wanna kill me... please, just toss me into a horde of zombies. Don't do this to me."
He was dead serious.
If death was inevitable either way, honestly — he'd rather be bitten to death by zombies.
This was just plain torture.
One day, he swore, he'd find a way to pay her back for this!
For a long moment, silence hung in the air.
And then — finally Tsunade's voice came again. It didn't sound quite as hollow this time.
"...Sorry."
And in the next instant — under Tsunade's guidance — Ryuji's sword finally parted that thick golden forest and slid into an incredibly warm, tight space.
Getting inside wasn't easy at all. It reminded him of Erina's... but no, this was even harder.
It was just... too thick.
Erina's body, while full and beautiful, still had room left to mature. But there was no doubt about it — the Tsunade before him was already a fully ripened fruit, both in body and mind.
When Ryuji felt that thin membrane inside resisting him, he froze for a second. But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.
After all, Tsunade's ex-boyfriend had died before ever doing anything with her.
Honestly... that poor guy really got the short end of the stick.
But...
It also led to something else.
"...Sorry, it's stuck."
Tsunade whispered with a low voice, then suddenly pressed her body down.
That reckless movement not only tore at her own body, causing a sharp pain and fresh blood to flow, but it also made Ryuji's blood pressure skyrocket.
Are you kidding me right now? What do you take me for?!
At that moment, Ryuji couldn't help but feel extremely annoyed.
And just when he was about to say something, Tsunade's body suddenly froze.
Ryuji, still waiting for her next move, could clearly feel the trembling running through her body.
The tight, warm walls around him began to shiver uncontrollably, clenching and pulling at him like they didn't want to let him go.
It was obvious — Tsunade's body had long since craved this... but—
Why did she suddenly stop?
Ryuji was still confused when it finally hit him.
— Hemophobia?
A brief silence hung in the air.
Then, Ryuji let out a breath and took the initiative.
"You... seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Ah! No! Blood—!"
As he flipped her over, he suddenly felt something yank hard on him — nearly pulling him out completely. The mix of blood and other fluids splattered onto Tsunade's body, making her shriek and collapse back onto the already shattered bed.
Flicking open his lighter, Ryuji was greeted by the sight of Tsunade curled up, her snow-white thighs tightly pressed together, arms wrapped around her head and chest, staring at him in sheer terror — and at the blood splattered across her flawless skin.
That scene... nearly made Ryuji laugh in disbelief.
You're the one who forced this whole situation. And now you're the one paralyzed in fear?
Who do you think I am, some kind of saint?
Even saints get pissed off!
With both his mind and body boiling over thanks to Tsunade's crazy antics, Ryuji wasn't in the mood to hold back anymore.
The most important step had already happened. At this point, whether or not he wanted this was no longer the issue.
Because once Tsunade snapped out of her episode... she would absolutely pull some more insane stunts.
And if he had no say in this either way...
Then he might as well take control himself.
Ryuji grabbed Tsunade's trembling ankle, dragging her helpless body toward him.
Then, slowly, his fingers slid over the very place he had just "tasted" but hadn't fully enjoyed — leaving faint smears of blood on his fingertips.
"You wanna play rough with me, when you can't even handle your own blood? What's the point of pretending to be tough?!"
He pressed that stained fingertip onto Tsunade's forehead.
Her shivering intensified.
Without hesitation, Ryuji grabbed her leg, caught her trembling hand, and pulled the frozen Tsunade up like she weighed nothing — tossing her back onto his bed.
Curled up on her side, Tsunade hugged her head like a terrified child — all because of her own blood.
Ryuji stood there, lighter in hand, staring at those flawless, trembling thighs... at her absurdly voluptuous curves.
He thought for a second.
Then he reached out—
And ruthlessly grabbed her soft, full chest, thought for a while, then directly grabbed her nipples.
Then pinched hard!