Sister Tsunade... You Smell So Good!

This interlude did nothing to dampen their spirits; Dongfang Mao seemed to have forgotten his status as Grand Governor, and Tsunade had forgotten her own age.

The two of them chased and played like children along the deserted bluestone street.

As night fell, they found themselves in a quiet tavern, sharing a few small dishes and a pot of clear sake, exchanging slightly suggestive banter amidst a light haze of intoxication.

Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, they leaped up onto the rooftops, sitting side by side on the tiles, leaning against one another as they gazed at the bright, full moon in a state of blissful intoxication.

When the night deepened, the two returned to the Governor's Mansion, still feeling as though they had not had enough.

However, even as they reached the door to Dongfang Mao's bedroom, Tsunade showed no signs of leaving.

Suddenly, Dongfang Mao recalled something, a bad premonition rising in his heart, and he forced a laugh.

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

"This room must have been the former city administrator's quarters, right? Let me see if it's impressive enough..."

With a smile, Tsunade pushed the door open and walked in.

"Don't..."

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

After entering, Tsunade discovered that aside from a few luxurious ornaments, the floor was spotless, clearly cleaned only recently, with all traces of the previous occupant completely erased.

Tsunade nodded in satisfaction, but when her gaze shifted to the bed, her smile instantly froze on her face, followed by a look of extreme gloom.

There on the bed, the quilt was bulging, and two delicate, pretty heads peeked out from the head of the bed, looking toward her and Dongfang Mao with expressions of trepidation.

"Mao... you had better explain to me what is going on here?!"

Tsunade turned around, staring at Dongfang Mao with a blank expression, her teeth-gritting tone causing a layer of cold sweat to break out behind him.

"This... it's getting cold, so I asked two maids to warm the bed. That's not too much to ask... is it?"

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

He had always been a man of heavy desires, and he wasn't the type to endure unnecessary hardship.

Although he hadn't intended to touch these women, he still needed someone to serve him, help him change, and pour his tea.

Otherwise, if he lived as miserably now as he did when he was a mountain bandit, wouldn't his uprising have been for nothing?

But after he finished speaking, seeing Tsunade remain silent with an increasingly dark expression and the air pressure around them dropping, Dongfang Mao gave a start and hurriedly added.

"It really is just for warming the bed. When I'm ready to sleep, they leave. After all, even though I'm only fifteen, I can't handle that kind of temptation!"

Once these words were out, Dongfang Mao felt the oppressive atmosphere around him gradually dissipate, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, you call that temptation?"

Upon learning that Dongfang Mao hadn't done anything out of line, Tsunade's expression softened slightly, though she still let out a dissatisfied cold snort.

She then waved her hand at the two maids on the bed.

"Get out, all of you!"

"Yes..."

The two of them scrambled out from under the quilt like startled rabbits, and after a timid reply, they fled the room as if escaping.

Tsunade's gaze followed them until their figures had completely vanished, and only after confirming that their clothes were indeed as tidy as Dongfang Mao had claimed did she finally set her mind at ease.

"Hehe, Sister Tsunade, you believe me now, right?"

"Believe what? With such powerful Yang-style chakra in your body, how could you possibly be afraid of the cold? I think that even if you haven't gone bad yet, you're getting close!"

Dongfang Mao hadn't expected to be scolded roundly by Tsunade, and he began to mutter.

"Even if I'm not afraid of the cold, the mat and quilt are freezing when I get into bed, and it's uncomfortable to sleep..."

Tsunade clearly heard him, and her eyebrows arched as she spoke without a second thought.

"Uncomfortable, is it? Then I'll warm the bed for you, and those two women won't need to come here anymore!"

Then, to Dongfang Mao's stunned expression, Tsunade walked straight to the bed, lifted the quilt, and climbed in.

"Sister Tsunade, this... isn't really appropriate... how about I sleep on the floor?"

Dongfang Mao's heart skipped a beat, but he still feigned hesitation on his face.

"What's not appropriate? Or do you think I'm not as good at warming the bed as those two women?!"

Tsunade's brows furrowed instantly, a flash of anger in her eyes, and her voice rose sharply, looking as if she were about to erupt again.

Dongfang Mao shook his head repeatedly.

"Then what are you standing there for? Why don't you get in?"

Tsunade snorted coldly and lifted a corner of the quilt.

I already said that even though I look young, I can't handle temptation...

Dongfang Mao muttered to himself as he climbed onto the bed and slipped into the warm quilt.

Once he lay down, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned rigid.

The once-aggressive Tsunade had also fallen into silence.

Dongfang Mao cast a sidelong glance and discovered that a startling shade of crimson was currently suffusing the other's porcelain-white, pretty face.

So easily embarrassed, yet playing such a dangerous game?

Dongfang Mao thought to himself upon seeing this.

Tsunade also sensed Dongfang Mao's gaze, feeling an unspeakable sensation in her heart as her fiery, delicate body squirmed beneath the covers.

She could only feign impatience as she spoke.

"You brat, what are you looking at? I've already warmed the bed for you, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Feeling the restlessness of the delicate body pressed tightly against his own.

Dongfang Mao's heart stirred, and he immediately feigned difficulty once more.

"Sister Tsunade, I told you just now, I can't resist temptation. I feel a bit uncomfortable right now; how about I just go sleep on the floor instead?"

Upon hearing this, Tsunade immediately realized the situation.

That's right, Mao was at the age of youthful restlessness, and with her sleeping right beside him, he would likely be unable to hold himself back.

If the two of them stayed like this any longer, wouldn't something happen?

For a moment, Tsunade's heart trembled. At the thought of what might occur, she felt a sense of panic, yet buried deep within, there seemed to be a hint of anticipation?

But she quickly shook her head, casting those unhealthy images out of her mind.

"You..."

Tsunade wanted to put a stop to this momentum immediately, but recalling the confident stance she had taken earlier about warming the bed for Dongfang Mao, she didn't know how to speak, and the words changed flavor the moment they reached her lips.

"If you're really that uncomfortable, just hold me while you sleep. It might feel a bit better..."

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Mao didn't hesitate for a second; he opened his arms and wrapped them around Tsunade's slender, soft waist, too lazy to even feign restraint.

"You..."

Dongfang Mao's crisp and decisive movements left Tsunade somewhat dumbfounded.

Then, feeling those scorching arms around her waist, the tips of her ears grew even hotter, and her toes curled in tension, digging firmly into the mattress.

However, before she could even calm her heart, a movement at her waist made her pupils tremble violently once again.

"You... you little bastard! Where are your hands going?"

"Sister Tsunade smells so good!"

"You... how did your hand get inside!"

"I'm just a little curious."

"Curious my foot! Get out of my clothes right now!"

"Sister Tsunade, your lips look so soft. Can you help me out?"

"You! Mmph..."