Tsunade, You Smell So Good...

That little incident hadn't dampened their spirits. Dongfang Mao seemed to have forgotten he was the Grand Governor, while Tsunade had forgotten her age.

Like children, they chased and played along the deserted stone-paved street.

Night fell, and they found themselves in a quiet tavern, sharing a few small dishes and a pot of sake. Slightly tipsy, they chatted about things that were just a little suggestive.

After eating and drinking their fill, they leaped up onto the roof again, sat on the tiles, and leaned against each other as they gazed at the bright full moon, lost in its beauty.

It was only when the night grew deeper that they finally returned to the Governor's Mansion, still reluctant to part.

But even after they reached the door to Dongfang Mao's bedroom, Tsunade showed no sign of leaving.

Suddenly, Dongfang Mao remembered something. A bad feeling rose in his heart, and he forced a smile.

"Tsunade, aren't you going back to your room to rest?"

"This room of yours must have belonged to the former city governor, right? Let me see how grand it is..."

Smiling, Tsunade pushed the door open and went inside.

"Wait..."

Dongfang Mao tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

Once inside, Tsunade saw that apart from a few luxurious decorations, the floor was spotless. It had clearly been cleaned recently, erasing every trace of the previous owner.

Tsunade nodded in satisfaction. But when her gaze shifted to the bed, the smile on her face froze, then darkened at once.

At that moment, the blankets were bulging, and two pretty, delicate faces peeked out from beside the headboard, looking at her and Dongfang Mao with apprehension.

"Mao... you'd better explain what's going on!"

Tsunade turned and stared at Dongfang Mao without expression. The gritted edge in her voice sent a cold sweat breaking out across his back.

"Well... it's cold, so I got two maids to warm the bed. That's not unreasonable, right...?"

Dongfang Mao couldn't think of a convincing excuse on the spot, so he could only answer cautiously.

He had always been a man of strong desires, not someone who would make life harder for himself for no reason.

He hadn't intended to touch these women, but someone still had to help him change, serve tea, and bring him water.

Otherwise, if he'd lived in misery when he was a bandit and was still living in misery now, wouldn't raising an army have been for nothing?

But when he finished speaking, Tsunade remained silent, her expression growing darker as the pressure in the room seemed to sink lower and lower. Dongfang Mao shivered and hurriedly added,

"They're really only warming the bed. When I'm ready to sleep, they'll leave. I may only be fifteen, but I can't withstand that kind of temptation!"

Only then did the oppressive atmosphere around Dongfang Mao gradually lift, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hmph. What kind of temptation is that?"

After learning that Dongfang Mao hadn't done anything inappropriate, Tsunade's expression softened a little, though she still snorted in displeasure.

Then she waved at the two maids on the bed.

"Both of you, get out!"

"Yes..."

Like startled rabbits, the two women scrambled out from under the blankets. They answered meekly, then fled the room.

Tsunade watched them until they disappeared from sight. Only after confirming their clothes were indeed as neat as Dongfang Mao had said did she finally relax.

"Heh, Tsunade, you believe me now, right?"

"Believe what? With Yang Release Chakra as powerful as yours, how could you be cold? Even if you haven't gone astray yet, you're close!"

Dongfang Mao hadn't expected to get another thorough scolding from Tsunade, and he muttered,

"Even if I'm not cold, the mattress and blankets are freezing when I get into bed. I can't sleep comfortably like that..."

Tsunade had clearly heard him. Her brows lifted, and she answered without a second thought,

"You're uncomfortable? Then I'll warm your bed. Those two women don't need to come anymore!"

With that, Tsunade walked straight to the bed under Dongfang Mao's stunned gaze, pulled back the blankets, and slipped inside.

"Tsunade, this... doesn't seem right... Should I sleep on the floor instead?"

Dongfang Mao's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be reluctant.

"What's wrong with it? Or do you think I won't warm the bed as well as those two women?"

Tsunade's brows suddenly knitted, a flash of annoyance crossing her eyes as her voice rose. It looked like she was about to flare up again.

Dongfang Mao quickly shook his head.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get in here!"

Tsunade snorted and lifted one corner of the blanket.

I told you I may look young, but I can't withstand temptation...

Dongfang Mao grumbled inwardly as he climbed onto the bed and slipped into the warm blankets.

Once he was lying down, the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.

The previously fierce Tsunade fell silent as well.

Dongfang Mao glanced sideways and saw that her porcelain-white face was now flushed an astonishing shade of red.

She blushes so easily, yet she's willing to take things this far?

Dongfang Mao thought to himself.

Tsunade sensed his gaze too. Embarrassed beyond words, she fidgeted in the blankets, her body burning with warmth.

She could only feign impatience as she spoke.

"You brat, what are you staring at? I'm already warming your bed. Hurry up and go to sleep!"

Feeling the restless body pressed tightly against him, Dongfang Mao's thoughts stirred. He pretended to hesitate again.

"Tsunade, I already told you I can't resist temptation. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe I should just sleep on the floor after all?"

At his words, Tsunade finally realized it too.

That was right. Mao was at an age when his passions were beginning to stir. If she slept right beside him, he might not be able to control himself.

If they stayed like this much longer, wouldn't something happen?

Tsunade's heart gave a start. At the thought of what might happen, she felt a little flustered—yet, hidden deep down, there seemed to be a trace of anticipation.

But she quickly shook her head, pushing those improper images from her mind.

"You..."

Tsunade wanted to put a stop to this, but remembering how confidently she'd just offered to warm Dongfang Mao's bed, she didn't know how to bring it up. The words changed as they reached her lips.

"If you really feel uncomfortable, you can hold me while you sleep. It might help..."

"Okay, I'll try."

As soon as he heard that, Dongfang Mao opened his arms without a second thought and wrapped them around Tsunade's slender, soft waist. He didn't even bother pretending to be reserved.

"You..."

Dongfang Mao's decisive move left Tsunade dumbfounded.

Then, feeling his hot arms around her waist, her ears grew even hotter, and her toes curled nervously, digging into the mattress.

But before she could calm herself, the movement at her waist made her pupils contract sharply again.

"Y-you little rascal! Where are your hands going?"

"Tsunade, you smell so good!"

"Y-you're putting your hand in there!"

"I'm a little curious."

"Curious about my head! Get your hand out of my clothes!"

"Tsunade, your lips look so soft. Could you help me?"

"You! Mm..."