Tsunade listened quietly and did not pull her hand away. The alcohol made her emotions more sensitive, and Ling's words were like a warm current, gradually soothing the resentment and jealousy stirred by having to share him.
She knew she could not have this radiant man all to herself. Just as he had declared, what he wanted were "wings"—companions who could soar alongside him.
And whether in strength, status, or the pride in her heart, she was destined to be unable to confine herself to a small corner of the world like an ordinary woman.
"Smooth talker..." she muttered softly, yet she clasped Ling's fingers in return with considerable force, as though venting some emotion—or confirming that he was truly there. "If you ever dare betray us... I'll use the Strength of a Hundred Fist to smash you and your Kage Rock to pieces!"
Though her words carried a threat, they sounded more like a helpless compromise and a declaration.
Uchiha Ling heard the softening in her tone and knew she had accepted the situation.
He smiled faintly and tightened his grip, gently pulling Tsunade toward him from across the table.
Caught off guard—or perhaps only half resisting—Tsunade lost her balance and fell into his arms. The fragrance of sake mingled with their scents, instantly growing richer.
"You won't get the chance," Uchiha Ling murmured by her ear, his warm breath brushing against it.
Tsunade trembled slightly but did not struggle. She tipped her head back, and her amber eyes, colored by alcohol and desire, brimmed with allure. There was a hint of provocation in them, and also a trace of anticipation. "All talk and no action..."
Those words were like the spark that lit the final fuse.
Uchiha Ling hesitated no longer. He lowered his head and kissed the