Because Hatake Sakumo's remarks were too much for anyone to process in a short time, a deathly silence lingered in the room for a long while.
"Why are you two looking at me like that?"
Hatake Sakumo, still reminiscing about his first meeting with his artificial beloved, noticed the complicated looks from Tsunade and Orochimaru and scratched his head in confusion.
Orochimaru subtly shifted his backside backward, trying to put a little safe distance between himself and Hatake Sakumo. In his heart, this former repressed pervert had already stopped being human.
Even with all his knowledge and considerable expertise in human-body research, he felt that compared to Hatake Sakumo, who had boldly pursued love, he was nothing more than a little brother among little brothers.
"So, you ** an artificial puppet, then *** and finally *******?"
As expected, women were bolder when it came to this sort of topic. While Orochimaru was still struggling to arrange his words, Tsunade beside him had already spat out a string of star-censored terms, making the faces of the surrounding men burn.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Hatake Sakumo's old face reddened. The water he had just gulped down instantly went down the wrong pipe, setting off a string of awkward coughs.
"Tsunade, isn't that a little too blunt?"
Dan Katō, still a virgin, could not help speaking up to remind her, only to receive a disdainful eye-roll from Tsunade.
"You're still pretending? Don't think I don't know about Jiraiya secretly mailing you books."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Dan Katō followed right in Hatake Sakumo's footsteps, coughing with his face bright red. At the same time, he silently cursed Jiraiya for being so unreliable. Did he not have even the most basic sense of confidentiality? How could Tsunade possibly find out about him mailing Little Yellow Book?