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"Tell me if the pressure's wrong."
Sasame's fingers kneaded Tsunade's shoulders—smooth as polished jade beneath his palms.
"Mm."
She exhaled, lashes fluttering shut. The warmth of his touch seeped into her skin, leaving odd tingles in its wake.
His technique's improved.
A trivial observation, yet it sent her pulse skittering. This small act of acquiescence—allowing his hands on her—felt like crossing some invisible line.
"Ah—!"
A jolt shot down her spine when his thumb grazed her earlobe. "N-Not there."
"Feet then?" Sasame retreated obediently. "You've walked a lot."
"Dirty." Tsunade swatted his wrist. "Shower first."
She fled to the bathroom before he could offer to "help scrub"—a jest he'd never dare make with her.
Alone, Sasame lifted her half-finished water glass. The rim carried a faint sweetness where her lips had been.
Steam billowed as the bathroom door creaked open.
Tsunade emerged, golden hair damp and clinging to the thin white fabric of her sleepwear. The neckline strained perilously over her bust; bare arms and legs glistened with residual droplets.
"Well?" She perched on the couch, extending her feet.
Sasame cradled them—warm, supple, dotted with moisture.
For thirty minutes, his thumbs worked circles into her arches, coaxing out tension he hadn't known she carried. Tsunade bit her lip, cheeks flushing deeper with each pass.
"Dinner."
She bolted upright the moment he finished, fleeing to the kitchen before he could comment on her blush.
Dinner?!
Sasame's face morphed into a mask of dread.
"Eat."
Tsunade propped her chin on one hand, delighting in his pained expression as he chewed the… creatively seasoned fish.
Still adorable.
Somehow, he finished every bite.
"Good boy." She ruffled his hair, gathering dishes with a smile.
Shizune arrived to find Sasame catatonic on the sofa.
"Tsunade-sama's back?!"
The answer came via clattering pans. Shizune shot Sasame a sympathetic glance before hurrying to assist.
"How's your Sage Mode training?" Tsunade settled beside him post-cleanup.
"Almost… there?"
His evasion earned a raised brow. She'd suspected Katsuyu's "three-year stall" was a ruse—now confirmed by his shifty eyes.
Even the slugs conspire for him.
Yet she felt no anger. Only fond exasperation.
"I'll train harder!" Sasame darted outside before she could probe further.
Next morning. Shikkotsu Forest.
"Little Tsunade~" Katsuyu's voice rippled with warmth. "How nice to see you."
"About his Sage Mode—"
"—is ready for the next stage." The slug's gaze flicked to Sasame. "Shikkotsu's unique Sage Art: Passive Regeneration."
Tsunade stiffened.
He mastered it?!
Her trap had backfired spectacularly. No more excuses for shared beds.
"The training," Katsuyu continued solemnly, "involves bathing in corrosive acid to condition the body's healing reflex."
Sasame paled.
No wonder Hashirama regenerated like a hydra.
"Absolutely not!" Tsunade's nails dug into her palms. "It'll melt him!"
"I can do it." Sasame met her glare. "With you here, I won't die."
"Like hell you will!"
Her voice cracked. The image of his flesh sloughing off haunted her—unbearable.
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