**Haruto Saito Was Doomed!**
Haruto Saito had become a "helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered." No matter how much he struggled and resisted, it was futile. The sound of fabric tearing echoed continuously—his clothes were being ripped apart, and soon enough, Tsunade had stripped him completely.
"Hey! I'm warning you! I may only be twelve years old, but I'm still a man! Don't push me!" Haruto clutched his arms tightly around his chest, shrinking into the corner of the bathtub. His warning was loud, but it carried no real power.
"Heh, you little brat… getting all shy now? It's just a bath… just a bath…" Tsunade slurred, her voice thick with alcohol. She hiccupped, mumbling endlessly, "Bath… heh… bath…" And as she spoke, she wobbled and began undressing again.
This time, Haruto didn't stop her.
He couldn't afford to. His shoulder throbbed painfully—it wasn't broken, but it had been struck so hard that it was already swollen. He didn't dare get any closer to Tsunade, nor did he dare to make any rash moves. Who knew what she might do next?
Once Tsunade had removed every article of clothing, she genuinely began to take a bath.
She scooped up water, letting it cascade over her smooth, porcelain-like shoulders, gently rubbing her skin with her fingertips, slowly moving downward…
Haruto stared. He couldn't look away.
This wasn't the first time he had seen Tsunade's body. The last time, he hadn't just seen it all—he had *touched* it all. And ever since then, his mind had been completely filled with thoughts of her. But now, as he watched her again, it felt different. His mindset had changed, and so had his feelings. Tsunade… was undeniably intoxicating.
*Is this supposed to be good luck?* Haruto wondered, inching slightly closer to her, careful not to make any sudden movements.
"Eh?" Tsunade suddenly noticed him, blinking in confusion. Slurring her words, she mumbled, "You… you little brat… why are you here?"
"Ah!" Haruto had no idea how to answer. It was as if Tsunade had developed temporary amnesia—she kept "realizing" that he was there, despite the fact that he had been in the same place the entire time.
"Heh, you little brat, you're taking a bath too? What a coincidence." Tsunade chuckled drunkenly, turning her back to him. She swayed slightly before saying, "Here, scrub my back for me… come on…"
"Uh… as you command!" Haruto complied immediately.
Saying he had *no* thoughts about Tsunade would be a lie. Even though his body was only twelve years old, his soul was that of an adult—he had seen and experienced many things. On top of that, his physique was far from ordinary. Having undergone hellish training in the Village Hidden in the Rain, and having just recently had his body enhanced, he was, for all intents and purposes, a grown man.
As he scrubbed Tsunade's back, an internal battle raged within him.
Haruto had always been a person with strong self-control. He could restrain himself—or choose *not* to. Originally, he had no intention of doing anything inappropriate to Tsunade. But resisting her constant teasing was proving impossible.
The bathroom was silent except for the sound of water splashing.
"All right… now it's my turn… to wash *you*…" Tsunade suddenly turned around, grabbing Haruto and forcibly twisting him to face away from her. She started scrubbing his back. Clearly, her mind was too clouded by alcohol to recognize the sheer absurdity of bathing together in the same tub.
Haruto could feel her hands on his shoulders, pressing down slightly before moving downward. To be honest, her technique was far from professional—nothing like the old men at the public bathhouses who gave proper scrubs.
*If she suddenly sobers up… will she tear me apart?* Haruto wondered. That worry had been lingering in his mind from the start.
Probably not.
His **Limited-Time Luck** was still maxed out—something *unfortunate* shouldn't happen.
Tsunade kept scrubbing and scrubbing. It seemed like she had completely lost track of time. Haruto was starting to get tired just leaning against the edge of the tub.
"Oi! You crazy woman, are you done yet?" Haruto cautiously asked.
*Thud!*
Tsunade suddenly slumped forward, draping herself over Haruto's back. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, and then… she stopped moving entirely. Her breathing became slow and steady.
She had passed out.
"Oi! Wake up, you crazy woman!"
"Hey! You're really asleep?!"
"Wake up! You can't sleep here! Go home!"
Haruto turned around, and Tsunade collapsed right into his arms, snoring softly. He tried patting her face, but she was completely unresponsive—deep in a drunken slumber. He understood the state she was in. He had heard plenty of stories about drunkards passing out in the middle of winter and freezing to death.
This was a real problem.
Letting Tsunade sleep here was *not* an option. This was *his* house. *His* bathroom. If he just left her here and she woke up in the morning, there would be consequences. The best-case scenario? She'd destroy his house. Worst case? Haruto would have to go on the run for the rest of his life.
"Damn it, woman… how is this supposed to be good luck?" Haruto grumbled. He tried pushing Tsunade away, but she slipped face-first into the water. He quickly pulled her back up, propping her against the side of the tub.
He climbed out, grabbed a few bathrobes from a nearby cabinet, and threw one on himself before wrapping Tsunade in another.
Then, sneaking like a criminal, he hoisted her onto his back, climbed over the wall, and jumped into her mansion's courtyard, making his way straight to her bedroom.
After placing her on the bed, Haruto turned to leave—then hesitated.
No, this wouldn't work. If she woke up tomorrow and didn't suspect anything, that would be *even weirder.*
"Damn it! I don't owe you anything!" Haruto cursed under his breath, rummaging through her wardrobe. Tsunade always wore the same style of clothing, so he grabbed a fresh set identical to what she had removed earlier.
Returning to her bedside, he unwrapped her bathrobe and began dressing her. First, the undergarments. He reached behind her back, trying to tie the straps when suddenly—
A firm grip closed around his wrist.
Tsunade's eyes fluttered open, clouded with confusion. She blinked at him, her gaze hazy but amused. Then, in a drunken mumble, she asked, "You… you little brat… why are you… here?"
"I forgot to take my medicine and walked into the wrong room," Haruto deadpanned.
"Oh… forgot your medicine… makes sense," Tsunade murmured. She sluggishly turned over, and because she still had a grip on Haruto, she accidentally yanked him onto the bed with her.
She had no intention of doing so—she was just *too strong.*
"Hey, you little brat… I'm sooo happy today… I drank sooo much…" she giggled, lifting a leg and draping it over him. Then she threw an arm around his shoulder, snuggling against him like a pillow.
Haruto was *done.*
"If you keep this up, I'm not gonna hold back," he warned.
"What?" Half-asleep, Tsunade blinked at him, leaning in until their faces touched. "What are you saying? I can't hear you…"
"I want to die," Haruto muttered.
"Heh… hehe…" Tsunade giggled, rubbing her cheek against his. "You're so cute, little brat…" Then, she kissed him on the cheek.
And just like that, she lit a fire she *shouldn't have ignited.*
"Screw it! If I die, I die!" Haruto growled, flipping over and pressing his lips against hers.
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