The moment Tsunade's pink nipples was pinched tightly by Ryuji's frustrated hands, he used too much force almost making it come out of her clothes.
Her originally beautiful and perfect shape breasts deforming under his hands. His grip wasn't gentle at all — not like how he would treat Erina with calm and reason — but rather fueled entirely by pent-up irritation and stress that had been building inside him for days.
Her clothes could no longer contain her, and under his intense squeeze, part of her softness escaped its confines.
Normally full and elegant, Tsunade's curves were now misshapen and overwhelmed in Ryuji's hands. Even Tsunade, despite her fear of blood and mental chaos, couldn't help but let out a small cry of pain from his unrestrained aggression.
And Ryuji — after finally touching what he had only dared to look at before — couldn't hold back the bitter words that burst from his mouth.
"You really just parade around in clothes like this every day in front of me… What, you don't see me as a man at all?!"
As soon as he finished shouting, he let go of her soft flesh and gave her a hard slap across her chest. Instantly, a ripple of motion surged across her body — waves rising and falling, forming a breathtaking sight impossible to ignore. And on the untouched side, the firm peak of her chest proudly stood out in sharp contrast.
Ryuji sneered coldly, pinching the now-hard tip with clear intent — confirming without a doubt that Tsunade's body had long been ready, regardless of what her mouth said. After giving it a hard twist, he abruptly let go — only to follow it up with a firm slap on her rear.
Another wave of snowy softness trembled beneath his hand.
By now, the lighter in Ryuji's hand was scorching hot, but he didn't care. He brought it down near Tsunade's thigh, letting its faint glow illuminate everything clearly — letting both of them see that now-quivering entrance… and the unmistakable traces of wetness steadily dripping out.
"Ha!"
Another slap followed.
"You slut!… looks like you've been waiting for this all along!"
Ryuji was genuinely angry.
Bathed in the dim glow of his lighter, he grabbed Tsunade's supple body again — pulling apart her folds that were almost stubbornly resisting him, before pressing himself against her entrance.
The first attempt failed.
But the second time — without hesitation — he pushed in deeply.
The lighter fell from his hand as Ryuji fully embraced the incredible sensation enveloping him.
Every thrust felt like driving a sturdy stick into wet, tightly packed mud — so soft and yet so overwhelmingly constrictive. Every withdrawal demanded he fight against a resistance thicker and more viscous than tar.
In a word?
Exhilarating.
Erina's youthful body certainly held its own kind of sweetness, pure and delicate — but compared to Tsunade, it lacked a certain depth. With Erina, Ryuji found joy.
But with Tsunade?
All he felt was the urge to vent. To punish.
He didn't care about her pleasure. Again and again, he pushed deeper — clearing away the resistance in this uncharted path — determined to reach her furthest depths. If it felt this tight for him, Tsunade must've been torn between pain and a pleasure she couldn't resist.
But before he could fully reach the end — Tsunade's body trembled violently, not in fear, but in raw, feminine climax.
Ryuji immediately felt a warm surge enveloping him, the tight passage becoming slicker and smoother in an instant.
But…
He could tell — it wasn't just natural lubrication.
"You're this sensitive, huh…?"
Ryuji sneered and continued his relentless assault. If he had looked closely at Tsunade's face at that moment, he would have seen her eyes rolling upward, overwhelmed.
Her natural sensitivity, combined with the situation, left her completely at his mercy. Every time she thought she was about to come down from the high, Ryuji's next deep thrust would send her right back into overwhelming ecstasy.
And worst of all — she could feel it.
Ryuji was only getting faster.
"N-no… wait…"
Tsunade's pleading voice was soft, almost pitiful. She knew she had made a mistake — that her earlier anger and lack of control had led her here.
But Ryuji had no intention of stopping.
She started this war. She crossed the line first.
How could he stop just because she was afraid now?
No —Ryuji wouldn't accept that. None of the fire burning in him would accept that.
And so — his next thrust was the fiercest yet, finally reaching the very end.
Tsunade's head snapped back violently, her reaction far exceeding even Erina's most intense moments.
The reason was simple.
In a normal world, a woman's nerves were mostly concentrated in the front — the back? Rarely, if ever.
But this was the world of Naruto, where the body's cells were twice as dense as that of an ordinary human being. Naturally, their nerves were far more sensitive, far more responsive!
Even though Tsunade had some supernatural abilities — able to heal wounds or smash mountains with a punch — her body, in its essence, wasn't much different from a normal human woman.
Which meant…
What would normally be mild stimulation for someone like Erina, was ten times as intense for a ninja like Tsunade!
The overwhelming sensation made Tsunade instinctively stick out her tongue, trembling all over. And just as Ryuji's had reached that sacred, life-bearing place of hers—
He finally understood firsthand what it meant to deal with a real ninja.
When he tore away her clothes, rough and direct, grabbing at those perfect curves that one hand could barely grasp — Tsunade's body retaliated instinctively.
Ryuji hadn't even gotten the chance to savor the moment properly before — in the very next instant — he reached his limit and dumped his cum inside her.
And that wasn't all.
Despite having already devoured his "flame," her body refused to let go — continuously stimulating him, relentlessly squeezing him, until it felt like she was milking every last drop stored within him.
Ryuji gritted his teeth, holding onto Tsunade's absurdly soft and grand form, trying desperately to pull away — only to find himself utterly trapped, buried against her plush curves and smooth, muscular thighs that drove his senses into overdrive.
And in order to escape this deadly entrapment, he had no choice but to release his cum recklessly, emptying the last of it.
By the time he finally managed to retreat from he pussy, Ryuji's legs were shaking uncontrollably. Tsunade lay collapsed before him, utterly defeated, while the so-called warrior his 'little brother' could barely stand, overcome by an unfamiliar sense of emptiness.
Lighting his lighter, he looked down at Tsunade's trembling form — curled up on the bed, her body still twitching subconsciously.
Ryuji couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
This woman...
Terrifying beyond belief.
But—
Ryuji casually took out some leftover grilled meat from his inventory — preserved perfectly thanks to his item storage function.
He took a savage bite, the warm food dropping into his empty stomach, and soon enough, the weakness and exhaustion began to fade, transforming rapidly back into raw power.
Less than ten minutes later — just as Tsunade, her night vision helping her barely recover from that devastating ordeal, slowly opened her eyes in fear—
Ryuji's hand once again seized her perfectly shaped rear.
And on his face—
Was that same empty, soulless smile she herself had worn not long ago.
Then, like a valiant warrior facing down an ancient dragon, he spoke words full of grim resolve.
"A true warrior… never flees the battlefield."
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T/N: I don't know if the smut/lemons are good or not. I am trying my best to make it readable. Sorry if its not good enough.
Thanks for reading.
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