Leo's remark made Tsunade's body tremble violently. Her face flushed deep red as she ripped the cloth from her eyes and glared at him in irritation.
"Then what exactly do you want?! You just want to lick, don't you? You pervert!"
Leo's mouth twitched. It was Tsunade who had dragged things to this point, yet now she had the nerve to accuse him so confidently?
Wasn't this completely backwards?
And more importantly—
"Sorry, but since my… thing already touched there, I'm actually not that eager to use my tongue anymore."
The moment those words left his mouth, the air froze.
Tsunade's brown-red eyes widened. Her full chest heaved as she sucked in a sharp breath.
Leo immediately sensed danger. The next instant, he twisted his body hard—and Tsunade's fist smashed down where he'd been just a moment earlier.
The violent shockwave blew apart the wooden frame he'd set up, and even blasted a deep crater into the ground.
Looking at the destruction, then at Tsunade with her head lowered, Leo froze for a brief moment—then his expression turned exaggerated.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Tsunade by the collar and shouted,
"Are you trying to kill me?!"
The reason he could be this arrogant was simple: if Tsunade really wanted to kill him, no expression would save him. Might as well go out swinging!
"Shut up, you bastard! What do you mean 'it touched so I don't want to lick anymore'?! Do you think I even wanted you to lick me?!"
Tsunade grabbed Leo's collar right back. Her face was blazing red, making it obvious she was forcing calm while being utterly mortified.
"Nonsense! Who the hell likes licking a guy's piss-hole?! My tastes are perfectly normal, okay?!"
Leo roared back. Tsunade grew even more furious, yanking harder on his clothes as she spat out what she'd noticed.
"Hah?! What are you talking about?! Did you forget what you were doing with my chest earlier?! And if Kelly hadn't woken up, wouldn't you have done something weird to my mouth too?! At a time like this you tell me 'who likes licking a guy's piss-hole'? Touch your conscience and tell me what you planned to do to my mouth this morning! And the most important thing—don't act like you didn't finish there too!"
Faced with Tsunade's accusations, Leo felt guilty—because he absolutely had planned to do exactly that—but there was no way he was backing down now.
"What nonsense are you spouting?! Bringing up things that never happened! And isn't this whole situation your fault in the first place?! If you hadn't jumped in out of nowhere, I'd be happily enjoying some adult fun with Kelly right now!"
But Leo was dealing with Tsunade.
The moment she sensed that flicker of guilt in his heart, her expression turned smug, even forming a confident smile—though her face was still flushed, clearly held together by sheer stubbornness.
"Haha! Idiot! Your heartbeat changed just now! You panicked, didn't you?! Huh?!"
Leo instinctively wanted to dodge, but his mouth still refused to admit defeat.
"Who could tell that kind of thing?! If you've got the guts, explain why you suddenly—"
Before he could finish, two gunshots rang out sharply. Both Leo and Tsunade felt bullets slice past their faces, cutting off two strands of hair.
They froze and turned their heads.
At some point, Kelly had appeared nearby. Her expression was thoroughly displeased, her revolver still smoking.
Before Leo could react, Kelly pulled out a bottle of clean water from her inventory and tossed it in front of them, speaking flatly.
"Wash up. Then lick each other."
"..."
"..."
"Hurry up! I want to see how you do it—how energy is generated!"
"..."
"..."
"Do it. Now."
Gunshots rang out again as punctuation. Leo and Tsunade exchanged a silent look before Leo raised his hand.
"Um… can we at least cover you up? You watching like this makes me nervous—I might not be able to finish…"
For a moment, the air went dead quiet. Kelly's face twitched, and she immediately turned around.
"Tch, what a pain. Just hurry up! I don't want to waste time!"
She fled as if escaping. Watching her retreating back, both Tsunade and Leo came to the same realization.
"…Was she embarrassed?" Tsunade asked, stroking her chin.
"Probably…" Leo replied. "…But—"
He picked up the bottle of water Kelly had thrown and looked at Tsunade. Washing would solve the earlier issue, and more importantly, he genuinely wanted to experience what people meant by a true "battle of tongues."
The female trader didn't count—she never moved, and the angle was terrible. Completely unusable.
Absolutely useless.
So he hesitated briefly, then raised his right hand into a six, his left into a nine, brought them together, and made an unmistakable gesture.
"…Should we listen to her?"
Tsunade raised her fist expressionlessly.
"Okay, got it," Leo nodded immediately.
"But how do we deal with your rock-hard problem?" Tsunade asked.
That was the core issue between them.
"..."
Silently, Tsunade took out a knife.
Leo instinctively stepped back—but before he could react, pain flared in his shoulder.
Blood spilled out.
At the same time, Tsunade collapsed, trembling onto the wooden frame.
"..."
Leo stared at the wound on his shoulder. He really wanted to ask why she didn't cut herself instead—but reason screamed that asking would get him beaten into oblivion. He wisely swallowed the question.
Instead, he adjusted Tsunade's position, tore another strip of cloth, and gently blindfolded her again.
Her body had already gone limp. There was no need to stimulate her mind further.
Tsunade was completely unable to resist now, her pale legs helplessly sprawled across the frame. Leo gently stroked her full, powerful thighs. Compared to so-called "chopstick legs," Tsunade's legs were thicker—but only when you touched them did you realize how incredible that soft, solid feeling truly was.
The balance between muscle and fat was perfect.
Leo returned to that enticing garden entrance. With sunlight illuminating it, he could clearly see the thick barrier—but this time he didn't rush.
Instead, he gently loosened Tsunade's top and bit down on those soft, pink peaks.
He'd already discovered that Tsunade was extremely sensitive—and unexpectedly enjoyed a bit of pain. Just a little teasing, a gentle flick of his fingers over that garden's emblem, and her body automatically produced nectar, beginning to pulse.
He dipped a finger, tasted it.
Sweet.
Along with Tsunade's unique scent.
It wasn't as sweet as honey, but it was close—and incredibly stimulating.
A strange thought crossed his mind.
"…Does this count as cannibalism?"
He shook his head and pushed the thought aside, entering slowly, carefully tearing through that barrier.
No—more accurately, once he was partially inside, it was Tsunade herself who pulled him in, tearing that thick barrier apart.
Terrifying.
The moment he realized that, Tsunade's tender flesh fully enveloped him, pulsing constantly, overwhelming him with warmth and pressure. He moved instinctively for just a couple of minutes before unloading explosively within that impossible space.
This was far more intense than the morning.
Leo realized that clearly—and when he looked at Tsunade again, fear flickered in his eyes.
But surrender wasn't an option.
Because before he finished, Tsunade had already reached her limit again, drifting into that same trance-like state from the morning.
Gripping those mountain-like curves, stuffing a piece of grilled meat into his mouth, Leo flashed a confident grin and asked,
"Coming up again, Tsunade! Still got enough stamina?!"
He had plenty of food. What was there to fear?
And then—
——————
"…Who's this?"
Kelly stared at the person Tsunade had carried back and asked in confusion.