Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

Chapter 82 Immersed in Tsunade's Embrace!

However, he restrained himself and tried to regain his usual indifference, asking, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask what you'd like to eat, like anything you like."

However, he couldn't help but glance at Tsunade's exposed skin out of the corner of his eye; its snow-white color was truly astonishing.

"Do you even need to ask? It's always been you cooking and me eating, isn't it? Did something good happen today?"

Tsunade grabbed a bottle of chilled cola from the refrigerator, gulped it down, and then looked at Hiruko with a strange expression.

Hiruko nodded and went to the kitchen to get busy.

After all, he knew very well that Tsunade loved to eat high-calorie foods that were considered junk food, so Hiruko was naturally willing to make some for her.

Junk food has almost no effect on Tsunade.

With her abilities, she can heal her body instantly, so there won't be any major problems. She can even maintain her youth and improve her physical functions.

With the Yin Seal in place, she can maintain her peak condition and will never experience obesity or other changes in her figure.

Unlike Anko, Tsunade won't undergo a drastic change in art style or become the size of a sweet potato.

Tsunade doesn't need to live frugally like other beauty-loving girls, sacrificing her appetite.

Instead of acting normally, he accepted all kinds of food without hesitation and indulged in them without any restraint.

It can only be said that the medical ninjas are truly fearless.

Tsunade, carrying a large tub of cola, sat casually on the sofa, crossed her legs, and then gulped down the ice-cold cola.

During the process, because of her large movements, the already loosely tied bath towel became even looser, barely covering her vital parts.

However, Tsunade herself had no such concerns. In fact, because she felt stuffy, she tugged hard at the towel in front of her chest, as if a gentle breeze would make the towel float away.

She makes you want to drown in her embrace.

Tsunade was naturally outgoing, and coupled with what happened in the bathroom last time, she showed no ladylike demeanor in front of Hiruko.

At Biruho’s house, he felt completely at ease, just like at home, treating everyone with utmost honesty.

The two then enjoyed a delicious meal. Hiruko knew that Tsunade's willingness to return to her home meant she had accepted his womanizing ways.

Hiruko was certainly not the kind of man who was impotent.

A romantic banquet was immediately prepared.

The amber liquid swirled in the glass, refracting the flickering flames from the fireplace.

As Hiruko pushed the wine glass across the table, his fingertips made a crisp sound as they struck the glass.

Tsunade took the drink, tilted her head back, and drank it all. The graceful curve of her throat rose and fell with each swallow, and the wine left a fleeting, glistening mark on the corner of her lips.

"Slow down," he said, his voice muffled by the crackling of the fire. "This wine has a strong aftereffect."

"When did you start worrying about my alcohol tolerance?" As she raised an eyebrow, a blush spread from behind her ears to her cheekbones, like rouge spreading on rice paper.

"From..." He lowered his eyes and swirled his wine glass, "a long time ago."

Tsunade's gaze traced the contours of his profile—pale blue veins were visible beneath his pale skin, and the shadow cast by his bones made his expression even more gloomy.

As the firelight brushed past his lowered eyelashes, the fine shadows trembled beneath his eyelids, like the wings of a dying butterfly.

"You're different now," she heard herself say.

"Getting better or worse?" He suddenly looked up, the moonlight and firelight intertwining in his pupils to form an eerie amber color.

"Like a sword drawn from its sheath."

Her nails dug into her palms, "Knowing they'd cut my hand, yet it made me want to hold them tight."

He chuckled and reached out, his knuckles brushing against the corner of her lips with a rough, calloused touch.

That strand of golden hair was tucked behind her ear.

"But you still came."

The sound of rain was muffled by the heavy curtains.

Tsunade sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips tracing circles along the rim of the glass, which emitted a faint hum.

Beiruhu stood by the window, the moonlight making his slender figure appear even more solitary, the back of his shirt lifted by a gust of wind.

As he approached, Tsunade smelled the stench of blood mixed with the scent of rain.

"Liar," she accused.

"Same to you."

"Tsunade..." He called her name as if sighing, the last syllable fading into the shadow cast by her trembling eyelashes.

His fingertips lingered on her cheek, finally stopping at her chin, and he gently lifted her face.

Tsunade could smell the faint scent of sake in his breath, mixed with the smell of rain and rust—it reminded her of the kunai washed by rain on the battlefield.

"Are you still counting your heartbeats?" he suddenly asked, his thumb tracing the throbbing pulse on the side of her neck.

Tsunade grabbed his wrist suddenly, but loosened her grip when she touched his skin.

His body temperature was hotter than she remembered, and the veins in his wrist throbbed in her palm.

"A medical ninja's bad habit," she muttered, but couldn't stop herself from counting—one hundred and twenty times, much faster than he usually did.

Hiruko chuckled softly, and as she leaned forward, strands of her hair fell, brushing against her exposed shoulders and neck.

When his lips touched her earlobe, Tsunade unconsciously gripped the sheets tightly.

"You know what..." The warm, humid breath seeped into my ear, "Your heartbeat... is louder than the sound of rain."

She opened her mouth to retort, but he took the opportunity to seal her lips with his.

The kiss was spicy with alcohol, and his canine teeth stung slightly as they brushed against her lower lip.

Tsunade grabbed his collar, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

The sound of fabric rubbing together was exceptionally clear in the silence.

His kimono slipped off his shoulders, revealing his pale chest, which was crisscrossed with light-colored scars.

Tsunade reached out and touched it as if by some strange impulse, and the skin under her fingertips immediately tensed up.

"These are..." she said hoarsely.

"Proof of your absence." He took her hesitant hand and pressed it against his heart.

A rapid, powerful vibration came from beneath my palm, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, and in that fleeting moment of light, she saw the dark turmoil churning in his eyes.

The next second, thunder roared, and he took the opportunity to push her onto the bed, her golden hair spreading out like shattered moonlight.

"Last chance."

He pressed his forehead against hers, panting, "Push me away."

Tsunade responded by tearing open his belt.

The metal buckle struck the floor, the crisp sound quickly swallowed by the sound of rain.

His kisses traveled down his collarbone, lingering on each old scar.

(The author is very poor and has no money to subscribe to their own novel. Once it's published, there's no way to recheck the book's proofreading. Please comment if there are any issues QAQ)