Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!-Chapter 452: Future Consequences

Under the moonlight, the battlefield ravaged by Susanoo and the Great Buddha was a pitiful sight.

Every crater bore witness to the intensity of the battle that had taken place. The bloodstains on the ground had long since dried, but from beneath the earth, a pitch-black figure slithered out stealthily.

It cautiously scanned the surroundings. After confirming the coast was clear, it began gathering the scattered remnants of flesh and blood near the dried stains.

"Kawakaze Hatake, just you wait!"

Its voice was filled with venomous hatred. After venting its resentment, the black mass sank back into the ground, vanishing without a trace.

Unaware of what had just transpired, Kawakaze was reclining in a hot spring, eyes closed, basking in relaxation.

Days of exhaustion melted away in the warm water, and without thinking, an alluring image of Tsunade surfaced in his mind.

Beneath the water, a submerged dragon threatened to emerge, forcing Kawakaze to suppress his rising urges.

His skills may have dulled over time, but with Tsunade not around, he had no choice but to resort to old habits.

The journey back to Konoha hadn't been rushed, and he had taken his time, strolling leisurely and stopping along the way. It was only after a few days that he quietly slipped back into the village.

That morning, without alerting anyone, Kawakaze appeared in his bedroom.

The sky was still dim, and on the bed, Tsunade was sound asleep.

Her smooth, fair thighs were exposed to the cool air as she hugged a pillow tightly, unconsciously pulling it closer.

The way those two soft mounds pressed together was an endless sight to behold.

She truly embodied the charm of a mature woman.

"Still keeping yourself in perfect shape, huh?"

Kawakaze slowed his steps and sat at the edge of the bed, his hands instinctively reaching out to caress her silky skin.

After being away for so long, he really was starting to feel pent-up.

The affectionate look in his eyes gradually took on a smoldering heat.

"Stop that."

Still half-asleep, Tsunade groggily swatted at his hand, sensing the warmth against her skin.

"Did they get bigger again?"

Kawakaze smirked mischievously, shifting his hands and giving a teasing squeeze.

The familiar softness was just as amazing as ever.

"Bastard!!!"

Tsunade jolted awake, reacting on instinct—her leg shot out in a powerful kick.

Wasn't Kawakaze supposed to be away on a mission?

Who the hell had the guts to sneak into her room and take advantage of her?!

"Oh, shit!"

Kawakaze had underestimated her reaction speed and had no time to dodge.

Not wanting to make a commotion in the house, he braced himself and took the hit head-on.

The next second, he curled up like a boiled shrimp, his face contorted in pain as all improper thoughts vanished from his mind.

"...Oh, you're back?"

"Are you okay?"

Tsunade clapped a hand over her mouth, startled. Once she realized what had happened, she hurriedly helped Kawakaze onto the bed.

Honestly, she should've expected this—her body's subconscious defense mechanisms were too sharp.

If someone had managed to touch her while she slept without waking her, she wouldn't even be fit to call herself Hokage.

"Ugh, that really hurt!"

"You trying to kill me?"

Lying on Tsunade's lap as she fussed over him, Kawakaze clutched his aching stomach.

If it had been anyone else, they might not have survived that kick.

"Not my fault."

"You didn't give me any warning."

"And you were groping me."

Knowing full well that the injury wouldn't actually harm Kawakaze, Tsunade merely gave him a playful scolding.

A soft green glow appeared in her palm as she gently slipped her hand beneath his shirt, channeling healing chakra into his abdomen.

"I just wanted to surprise you."

Kawakaze felt the warmth spreading through his body, and the pain quickly faded away.

"Are you done?"

Tsunade bent forward again, her hands still roaming over Kawakaze's abdomen.

Intentionally or not, her touch seemed to drift lower and lower.

"I'm hungry~"

With Tsunade leaning in so close, Kawakaze only had to lift his head slightly to brush against her lips.

His previously fading urges surged back, clouding his rational thoughts.

Nothing beats fresh, soft buns—Tsunade's are the best.

"Do I smell good?"

Having been together for so long, Tsunade wasn't the least bit shy. She leaned in even closer, pressing her body against his.

Feeling Kawakaze's breath on her skin, she swore the room's temperature had risen.

"Hey—hey—!"

"What's going on here?"

Feeling like he was about to suffocate, Kawakaze fought back.

As the heat in the room intensified, their clothes gradually disappeared.

By the time they were skin to skin, they were already locked in a passionate embrace, the air thick with desire.

Taking control, Kawakaze deepened their connection, while Tsunade's body gradually melted into his, responding to him instinctively.

"Mmm~ You just got back, and you're already being naughty."

"You pervy bastard!"

Tsunade's half-lidded eyes carried a teasing allure, her flushed face only fueling Kawakaze's hunger.

"Forgive me."

Kawakaze's voice was firm—this battle against temptation had to be fought to the end.

The events that followed were indescribable. By the time the storm passed, daylight had already filled the room.

Faint noises could be heard from outside—likely Sakumo and Nayuki starting their morning routine.

"Did everything go smoothly this time?"

Tsunade lay nestled against Kawakaze's chest, her face still tinged with warmth.

A slight sheen of sweat clung to her forehead, and her voice carried a languid charm.

"Yeah, everything went as planned."

"Later, let's go find Orochimaru. I have something interesting to show you guys."

Kawakaze gave Tsunade a playful smack on the rear. Now that the truth about Madara Uchiha no longer needed to be concealed, he could explain everything without fear of exposing his identity as a transmigrator.

"Still keeping secrets from me?"

Tsunade shot him a faux-annoyed glare, though her hands were far from idle.

"I'll deal with you tonight. I'm showering first."

Kawakaze swatted away her mischievous hands, stealing a quick kiss before heading toward the bathroom, completely bare.

As the sound of running water filled the room, Tsunade stretched lazily, her curves on full display.

She got up at a leisurely pace, found Kawakaze's clothes, and set them out neatly before making her way into the bathroom.

With an extra person in the shower, it naturally took longer than usual...

By the time they were dressed and seated at the dining table, Sakumo and Nayuki had already finished eating.

"How are things in the Land of Earth?"

Sakumo wiped his mouth, acting as if he had known Kawakaze was back the whole time. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Everything is unfolding as expected. Both Iwa and Kumo are stuck in the conflict."

"Kakashi and the others are doing well. They're adapting quickly."

Kawakaze knew his older brother well—Sakumo wouldn't ask about his son directly.

"That's a relief. I was worried they'd struggle."

Nayuki chimed in, clearly more anxious about Kakashi than anyone else.

A mother's worry never fades, no matter how far her child goes.

"Did you check in on Ginji and the others?"

Tsunade finally remembered to ask about their son. Kawakaze hadn't mentioned the details of his mission, but he had at least told her where he was going.

"Of course. He's doing great."

"That brat even reminds me of my younger self."

Kawakaze took the chance to praise himself along with their son.

"Please, my son is better than you."

Tsunade rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his smugness.

"You guys take your time. I'm heading to work."

Having heard what he wanted, Sakumo left the table, satisfied.

"The house has been feeling empty lately..."

"Have you two considered having another kid?"

Nayuki's gaze lingered on Kawakaze and Tsunade, her tone hovering between playful and serious.

"You and Big Brother are at the perfect age for it, too."

"Put in some effort at night. If you need help, I can get you something good."

Tsunade's face turned slightly red, but her words were anything but modest.

"No need for that. You keep it for yourselves."

Nayuki waved her hands dismissively, looking almost offended.

Kawakaze silently focused on his meal, realizing that married women had absolutely no filter in their conversations.