After washing off the sticky aftermath together in the bath, the two finally lay down on the bed.
Haruki winced as he touched the swelling under his eye, a tender bruise forming from the earlier justice delivered by his hot-blooded girlfriend.
He hissed in pain while slowly channeling healing chakra to reduce the swelling.
'Totally worth it,' he thought, a grin forming as the memory of Tsunade's flushed, cum-covered face flashed in his mind.
To be fair, he could've avoided getting beaten. With the Flying Thunder God in his arsenal, slipping away from a furious Tsunade would've been child's play.
But that would've ruined the mood.
The room had fallen into a calm, comforting silence. Haruki paused mid-healing as he noticed the steady rise and fall of Tsunade's chest beside him.
'She's asleep?'
He quietly sat up, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her cheek. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Have a good rest," he whispered.
Tsunade stirred, humming drowsily.
He smiled, pulled the quilt over her exposed back, and quietly slipped out of her room.
Back in his own study, Haruki dropped onto the sofa but didn't feel tired.
Instead, his mind buzzed with thoughts, especially about the system rewards he'd received recently.
Every word of Solo Leveling, rewarded by the system, echoed in his brain like it had been tattooed into his memory. Its structure, its pacing, the idea of leveling up through dungeons and monsters, all stuck with him.
A legendary manhwa in his past life, one of the bestsellers that sparked a wave of similar novels. And now, that classic framework began stirring new ideas in his current world.
This world had souls. It had forbidden techniques that manipulated or sealed souls, like the Reaper Death Seal.
So the concept of soul-based technology wasn't too far-fetched.
Despite being a pseudo-feudal society, there were clear signs of advanced tech: computers, medical equipment, even internet infrastructure.
Boruto's era used emails instead of messenger animals. There were even surveillance systems and electric power in some places.
'If souls are real… and the Internet exists in this world…'
'Then, in theory, shouldn't it be possible to send a soul into a virtual space?'
'Could someone, say, a shinobi, actually log into a game, not just with their body, but with their mind and soul fully immersed?'
The thought was crazy.
But in a world like this, where chakra could do almost anything, it didn't seem impossible.
Haruki's heart beat a little faster.
God, he missed the internet. Missed gaming till dawn, guild chats, PVP rankings, and world bosses. It was one of the hardest things to let go of when he came here.
He stroked his chin, mind racing.
'First things first. I need to figure out the tech infrastructure in this world.'
Games can only exist if there's internet.
And soul-diving into virtual reality… would come after.
But if he pulled this off, he wouldn't just create entertainment.
He'd create a new world inside the shinobi world.
Now that was something worth staying up all night for.
What Haruki didn't know was… he wasn't the only one still awake.
Back in their bedroom, Tsunade lay on her side, the blanket loosely draped over her body. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy as she stared at the ceiling in silence.
She'd almost drifted off, but the soft kiss Haruki planted on her forehead stirred her right back into full awareness.
No matter how much she rolled around, hugged the pillow, or tried counting sheep… she just couldn't sleep.
Her mind kept wandering.
"Damn you, Haruki..." she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly with frustration and heat. "You're so selfish…"
She shifted again, biting her lip as her thighs subtly rubbed together. Her whole body felt restless. The phantom sensation of his cock between her breasts still lingered, and the memory alone was enough to make her squirm.
Her fingers slid down her stomach, slow and hesitant, But her body had already decided.
"It's your fault, Haruki," she whispered to no one, her breath coming out softer now.
Her toes curled under the blanket as she moved gently, trying to find a bit of release from the tension that he left behind.
"…Idiot," she whispered, her voice getting breathier, her cheeks burning up.
Her breathing grew uneven, soft gasps muffled into the pillow as her hand moved lower, slipping past the waistband of her shorts. The warmth between her thighs only worsened the ache growing inside her.
"Haruki… you jerk…" she whispered, her voice barely a breath now.
Her mind betrayed her with vivid memories. She remembered the feel of his fingers trailing along her back earlier in the bath, that lazy smirk he gave when she blushed.
Just thinking about it made her heart race.
She arched her back a little, her legs brushing against the sheets as she rubbed slowly, following the rhythm of her breath. Her fingers moved on instinct, desperate to ease the throbbing need that had been burning inside her ever since that kiss goodnight.
"Ha… Haruki…" she moaned quietly, her voice shaky, almost pleading.
Each breath, each motion, brought a flood of sweet, slow waves that curled up her spine and tightened her chest. She imagined him watching her like this, imagined his hands replacing hers, imagined that deep, low chuckle against her neck.
"I hate how much I want you..." she murmured, eyelids fluttering as her body tensed.
A soft whimper slipped out as her fingers curled, her legs trembling under the blanket. Her release came quietly, a slow-burning shudder that left her breathless and flushed.
For a while, she lay there, panting, her eyes unfocused, still hearing his name echoing softly in her mind.
"You better take responsibility next time…" she whispered, her eyes drooping shut as sleep finally took her.
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