Nobuhiko brought over a glass of water and handed it to Tsunade.
Then he considered the feasibility of his idea.
After Tsunade sat up and finished drinking,
although Nobuhiko still felt a little guilty, he decided to go through with it.
After all, Tsunade was leaving for the battlefield tomorrow. If he didn't hurry and leave a deep impression on her, what would he do if her feelings faded by the time she returned?
Besides, Nobuhiko wanted to undo the lecherous image he had accidentally revealed to Tsunade earlier.
That settles it!
Nobuhiko psyched himself up inwardly!
Then he gathered his courage and asked tentatively.
"Sister Tsunade, thank you for all your hard work teaching me these past two days. Let me give you a massage to help you relax!"
Hearing this, Tsunade couldn't shake the feeling that this brat was up to no good.
When Nobuhiko saw that Tsunade hadn't agreed, he pouted and feigned hurt. "Let's just try your shoulders first. If you think it's good, I'll keep going. If not, we'll forget it."
Looking at Nobuhiko's aggrieved expression, Tsunade thought that no matter how lecherous this brat usually acted, he was still only a child.
Besides, just massaging her shoulders should be fine. So she agreed.
At her words, Nobuhiko used the Body Flicker Technique to leap behind the sofa.
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Nobuhiko felt a little giddy, but he also knew he was just a little kid and couldn't do anything.
So he made growing closer the goal of this massage and would avoid touching anywhere he shouldn't as much as possible.
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No, I still need to move my gaze.
Nobuhiko told himself reluctantly.
Then he shifted his gaze to Tsunade's snowy-white neck and lovely face.
Phew, I can finally admire her openly.
That sure wasn't easy!
After massaging her for a while, Nobuhiko asked tentatively again, "Sister Tsunade, why don't you lie face down so I can massage your back?"
Tsunade opened her eyes and thought about how Nobuhiko had just behaved. Feeling that the brat wasn't being as outrageous as before, she agreed.
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After coming to his senses, he quickly crouched beside the sofa, placed both hands at Tsunade's waist, and began applying pressure, slowly kneading her muscles.
"Is this pressure okay, Sister Tsunade?"
"Mm," Tsunade replied languidly.
After kneading for a while, Nobuhiko asked Tsunade to sit up again, saying he was getting ready to start the next treatment.
Then he left.
Tsunade was enjoying herself, so she didn't take issue with Nobuhiko adding another treatment without asking. She sat up on the sofa and waited.
Nobuhiko came out of the bathroom carrying a basin of hot water and, under Tsunade's astonished gaze, set it down beside her feet.
"What are you doing?"
Tsunade asked, looking puzzled.
"Washing your feet like yesterday, of course."
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She let Nobuhiko do as he pleased.
After taking hold of Tsunade's ankle and seeing no reaction from her, Nobuhiko tugged it closer to the basin. Then he took off her high-heeled sandal, gently rolled up her trouser leg, and gently pressed her foot into the hot water. His movements were fluid and exceptionally gentle.
Only when the hot water touched her did Tsunade come to her senses, but it was already too late.
Tsunade stammered a little as she asked, "You washed my feet last night too?"
"What else? Isn't it normal to wash your face and feet before bed?" Nobuhiko replied with complete conviction.
"You washed my face too?" Tsunade was even more shocked.
"Not exactly. I just wet a towel and wiped your face."
Nobuhiko spoke somewhat bashfully.
Tsunade was a little speechless. So much had happened last night without her knowing.
Something suddenly occurred to Tsunade, and she asked curiously, "Then how did you carry me to bed yesterday?"
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In any case, he had already washed them yesterday and didn't mind the dirt, so it didn't matter anymore.
I'm tired. Let it all burn.
Seeing that Tsunade had stopped reacting again, Nobuhiko began concentrating on washing her feet.
He had to admit, they really were perfect.
Especially now, with Tsunade awake, it felt completely different from last night.
After carefully washing them for a while,
Nobuhiko felt it was about time to stop, or he wouldn't be able to hold out.
He hurriedly dried Tsunade's feet with a towel, then gently placed them on the sofa. Picking up the basin of water, he ran off.
Tsunade watched Nobuhiko's fleeing figure, somewhat puzzled.
Nobuhiko, who was working hard to calm himself down in the bathroom, maintained that he had really only wanted to help Tsunade relax tonight and had absolutely no other intentions.
Once he calmed down, he began reviewing whether he had done anything out of line.
After thinking for ages, he concluded that he probably hadn't. This little performance should salvage a tiny bit of his previous image, right?
When Nobuhiko came out and saw Tsunade still lying on the sofa, he asked smugly.
"Well, Sister Tsunade? I'm pretty good at this, aren't I?"
Tsunade thought over Nobuhiko's actions tonight. He really didn't seem to have done anything out of line, and she had certainly enjoyed it, so she praised him. "Not bad."
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Hearing this, Tsunade finally understood what this brat was up to and felt a little amused.
He had been so deferential while massaging her and washing her feet, all to prove he wasn't a little pervert. If Tsunade hadn't known Jiraiya since their Ninja Academy days, she might actually have fallen for Nobuhiko's nonsense.
Tsunade gave a derisive chuckle, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Seeing Tsunade react like this, Nobuhiko immediately grew anxious.
If Tsunade didn't believe him, hadn't he worked all evening for nothing and passed up so many chances to cop a feel?
Nobuhiko felt as though he had lost a hundred million. His heart now hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
Watching Nobuhiko alternate between anger and sorrow, Tsunade knew she had guessed correctly. This brat really did have the same nasty proclivities as Jiraiya.
Then she flicked Nobuhiko on the forehead and cheerfully returned to her room.
Watching Tsunade walk away, Nobuhiko could only feel that he had suffered a huge loss tonight.