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Only after seeing his captain and teammates leave did Ichiro Watanabe let out a slight breath and relax completely.
And once he relaxed, Ichiro Watanabe's lecherous, lustful nature showed itself without the slightest restraint.
"Heh heh heh, Terumi Mei, my beauty. Now you can't move at all, and as time passes, the 'Three-Step Knockout for Chaste Women' inside you will grow more and more potent. When it reaches its peak, even if your mind doesn't want it, your body will betray you completely and turn you into a dog beneath me!"
With a burst of wild laughter, Ichiro Watanabe's ratlike face looked especially ridiculous. He didn't have a shred of a powerful jonin's bearing—instead, he wore the leering grin of some red-light-district lackey...
Leaving Ichiro Watanabe aside, Terumi Mei was half-lying on the ground and had almost no ability to resist. Even her mind was growing hazy amid the increasingly unbearable heat in her body, leaving her able to make only faint little moans.
At this point, Terumi Mei could no longer resist or flee. Even her strength to speak and her ability to think were gradually fading, leaving her in a dazed, impulsive state.
To be cautious, Ichiro Watanabe—who feared Terumi Mei might still be able to fight back—carefully inspected her current condition. Only then did he let out an excited, lecherous laugh.
"Hahahaha, just as I expected. This 'Three-Step Knockout for Chaste Women' really is powerful. I heard all about it from Old Wang when I bought it at the underground black market, but seeing it with my own eyes is something else!
"Terumi Mei always thinks so highly of herself. With her two kekkei genkai, Boil Release and Lava Release, she's always been so arrogant. Ordinary people don't even make it into her sight.
"But now, after being hit by my super drug, you'll just have to become my willing servant! I never imagined I, Ichiro Watanabe, would be this lucky—to bed Kirigakure's most gifted prodigy in a hundred years! Just thinking about it has made me shamelessly hard!
"They say there's no time like the present. Using the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed seems pretty good to me. A little outdoor action here should feel amazing, don't you think?"
As Ichiro Watanabe kept imagining how he would enjoy Terumi Mei's alluring body, he grinned lecherously, a string of clear drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. Like a lapdog, he hurried toward her.
He stopped right in front of Terumi Mei and looked down. Beneath her tight-fitting clothes, he could see a glimpse of her tender, snow-white skin.
Consumed by boundless greed and lust, Ichiro Watanabe reached out with trembling hands, stretching his sinful fingers toward that enticing patch of white.
Although Terumi Mei had been struck by the "Three-Step Knockout for Chaste Women" and could no longer resist, Ichiro Watanabe's mind was now entirely filled with her beauty. He had almost completely lost his vigilance toward his surroundings. In other words, someone could have crept up and stabbed him, and he wouldn't have noticed until after he was hit.
As luck would have it, Ichiro Watanabe—convinced there was no one around and ready to indulge in a feast of beauty—had forgotten that Jun Tianlin, a god of death, was still nearby...
No, from the very beginning, none of Kirigakure's shinobi had noticed Jun Tianlin hiding his presence among the thick leaves on a tree branch—not Terumi Mei, not Kisame, nor any of the elite jonin.
Now that the god of death had drawn his blade, it meant another living soul was about to meet its end...
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