Under Tsunade's terrified gaze, Ryuji once again pushed himself deep into her body. She could feel every inch of herself — already hypersensitive — being forced to accept that overwhelming sensation all over again. Her trembling legs had long since lost their strength, leaving her no choice but to helplessly endure his relentless assault.
This time, Ryuji didn't hesitate at all.
Right from the start, he drove fiercely into Tsunade's core. That intoxicating softness engulfing him sent a shiver of excitement through his mind.
With every thrust, a lewd sound echoed between them, slick and messy. The thick essence he had poured inside her earlier hadn't spilled out — instead, it pooled deep within her most sacred place, endlessly stimulating her from within. It was almost as if her body had instinctively begun preparing itself... urging her very being to fulfill its most primal role.
As a result, what had once been welcoming and yielding was now tightening — clenching down with an intensity that gave Ryuji a completely new and thrilling sensation every time he thrust forward.
"Please… I beg you… stop… I-I was wrong…"
Tsunade gasped between sobs, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. Right now, the only thought left in her dazed, overwhelmed mind was to plead for mercy. It was too much — the stimulation was too intense, too unrelenting. Just when she thought she'd been granted a moment's peace, Ryuji would mercilessly drag her back to the peak once more, leaving her utterly defenseless. Tears began to gather at the corners of her eyes.
But Ryuji didn't see — and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared.
Not when her body, like a desperate octopus, clung to him so fiercely that even if he wanted to pull away, he doubted she'd let him go easily.
"Tch… this woman's body really is…"
The sensation was beyond words. Tsunade's insides felt almost unreal — impossibly tight, impossibly hot, like an overstuffed sausage ready to burst. If one were to pierce it with a sharp enough point, the delicate casing would tear apart, releasing the searing, pent-up filling within.
And right now, Tsunade's trembling body was that sausage — while Ryuji was the unforgiving skewer driven straight through her.
Every movement inside her was slick and effortless thanks to the obscene amount of heat and moisture, but trying to pull out? That would be nearly impossible.
Tsunade's heavy, bouncing breasts swayed wildly beneath him with every rough thrust. It was almost a pity that there wasn't enough light for Ryuji to fully admire the mesmerizing sight — so, naturally, he reached out to seize them directly.
They were far too large to grasp with just one hand, irresistibly full and soft. Ryuji groped the base of one mound with one hand, while his other hand teased the tip — savoring the contrast in texture.
Lowering his head, he plunged deep into her body while greedily taking one of her hardened peaks into his mouth, suckling and biting without restraint, while his free hand twisted and kneaded her other breast without mercy.
Eventually, with a final, brutal thrust, he poured another scalding flood of heat deep inside her, leaving Tsunade's eyes rolling back completely.
This time, she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut — trembling all over, struggling just to breathe. Her mind had shut down completely. All she could do was gasp desperately, like a fish stranded on land, her body convulsing in the aftermath.
But Ryuji wasn't done.
Even as he pulled out — slick and drenched in their combined fluids — he noticed just how utterly flooded her insides had become.
With a casual press on her lower belly, he heard a lewd squelch as something spilled out from within her. Tsunade's body jolted violently, her back arching high off the bed for a few seconds before she finally collapsed, completely spent.
She didn't even respond when Ryuji pinched her sensitive peaks again.
Grabbing her chin, Ryuji turned her face toward him — only to realize she had lost consciousness entirely. Her head lolled limply as he shifted her, confirming his suspicion.
"Tch… for a woman with such an outrageously lewd body, you sure are fragile…"
Ryuji clicked his tongue in mild disappointment.
Not even close to Erina's endurance…
Seriously… she was a fully ripened woman — but just two rounds and she was already like this? What the hell was that supposed to be?
Even so, after releasing twice, though Ryuji's body was still brimming with energy, at least his sanity had started to return. And that was when he finally noticed something… something that had quietly changed without him realizing.
The ominous red glow in his vision—the one marking the cursed night—had vanished. The date had turned back to white.
It was already the next day.
And the time… 6 AM.
"..."
Seeing this, Ryuji silently reached for his gun. Carefully, he tried moving the barricade blocking the steel hatch. And in the very next moment—what greeted his eyes almost made him doubt reality.
The zombies… were gone.
Not completely, of course. The charred corpses — the ones they'd killed with fire and weapons — still littered the area. But aside from those, every last one of the undead had mysteriously disappeared.
Even the mountain of rotting bodies — the ones that had piled up around their steel shelter, the ones crushed or buried by their own kind — had all vanished without a trace.
All that remained… were strange, bloodstained yellow cocoons scattered across the ground like abandoned refuse.
"This world's getting weirder by the day…"
Ryuji scanned the surroundings, then instinctively glanced up at the sky.
The blood-red glow staining the moon was gone — completely erased. The moon itself was fading behind the clouds. And beyond that… sunlight had begun to seep over the horizon, its warm glow slowly illuminating the battlefield reeking of blood and smoke.
"…The Blood Moon's over?"
Ryuji wasn't entirely sure. But at least for now, he couldn't see a single moving corpse. At the very least… beneath this steel shelter, the suffocating wall of undead had disappeared.
He took a few steps back, deciding it'd be better to wait until Kiri and Tsunade woke up before doing anything else.
And that was when he noticed — Kiri was still fast asleep, completely at peace. Thanks to him opening the barricade a little, the first rays of dawn now poured into the dark shelter.
That golden light shone directly onto Tsunade's utterly ruined body—still covered in streaks of white filth. Especially between those parted, powerless legs… from deep within her ravaged body, thick white fluids were still slowly dripping down her pale, flawless thighs. They slid along the curves of her shapely calves, over her delicate feet, and finally dangled from her crimson-painted toes… one drop at a time.
Unfortunately for her — Tsunade wasn't like those merchant NPCs who could just reset themselves with a quick conversation.
Which meant…
Ryuji's gaze fell — naturally — onto those massive, obscene breasts of hers.
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T/N: That's all for mass release. Now you guys better give me Power Stones.
Next Bonus chapter target: 300 PS.