Naruto: Yandere Harem with Gacha System

In the kitchen, Shizune, who secretly poked her head out to observe, let out a sigh of relief after seeing the two of them getting along again.

Only, seeing Aoba being so accommodating to Lady Tsunade, her heart inexplicably felt just a little bit sour.

In the living room, Aoba was playing with Tsunade's small feet.

The soft sensation, was mixed in the air with the fragrance of alcohol.

He occasionally lifted his head, and could see that magnificent fullness presenting a plump arc.

Silence for a long while.

"Brat, just how many girls have you entangled with now?", Tsunade opened her eyes again. Although she was speaking to Aoba, her eyes were still looking at the ceiling, dazed.

"Sister Yugao, Tenten, Ino, Sakura…", Aoba reported a long string of names like listing off dishes.

"Heh! You brat is quite frank," Tsunade listened, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Not only have you entangled so many little girls, now you're even coveting your teacher."

"Teacher, not 'now'...", Aoba pointed out the flaw in Tsunade's words.

"What do you mean?", Tsunade was momentarily stunned.

Aoba said with a smile, "To be precise, I've been coveting you for a long time."

"Heh!", Tsunade laughed angrily.

'This brat, after making a move, isn't even pretending anymore.'

"Brat, do you know how old I am this year?"

Age had always been a taboo for Tsunade. Normally, whoever mentioned age to her would face her wrath, but now she had no choice but to bring it up herself.

"Is teacher really that concerned about age?", Aoba countered with a question.

"I'm already a fifty-year-old old woman," Tsunade's face was gloomy. She really didn't want to admit that she was an old woman, but it was indeed a fact.

Once she got rid of this brat's thoughts, she'd definitely give him a good beating.

"But teacher doesn't look like fifty at all, more like eighteen."

Tsunade gave him a dissatisfied glance, "That's because of the Yin Seal. If not for it, I would've long been an old hag."

Aoba directly said, "Then if teacher always maintains the Yin Seal, wouldn't it be fine? That way, teacher will always be eighteen."

"You brat, saying you like me, but actually you're just lusting after my looks," Tsunade was a little angry now.

"Teacher, most of the likes in this world start from lusting after appearances," Aoba was very clear about what kind of person he was. [T/N: At least he is honest. Although scummy.]

"So saying, me liking teacher is actually teacher's own fault."

"My fault?", Tsunade was a bit dazed.

"Yeah. If teacher had looked like an old granny when you took me in as your disciple, I definitely wouldn't have fallen for you."

"What did you say? You perverted lustful brat!", Tsunade was already gnashing her teeth, and her ample chest started to heave violently.

Clearly it was this brat who lusted after her appearance, and now he was even blaming her.

But Aoba still had a calm expression.

Seeing Aoba so unshaken, Tsunade was even more angry and frustrated.

But there was nothing she could do. His brain was in his own head; how he thought was his freedom.

"Brat, the age gap between us is too big!", Tsunade said through gritted teeth.

"So, the only problem is the age gap?", Aoba asked again.

"Don't you get it yet?", Tsunade's tone became stern.

"I'm not like Yugao, or Shizune. They're only a dozen years older than you. I'm thirty years older than you. So give up. Don't have improper thoughts about me anymore."

Hearing this, Aoba pursed his lips.

"Teacher, for humans, love can transcend age and identity." [T/N: Nope.]

"Hmph!", Tsunade coldly snorted.

"But I have no such thoughts about you. I only see you as my disciple. One-sided feelings can't be called love."

"...", Tsunade's words made Aoba fall silent.

He had actually already mentally prepared for this result.

His main purpose this time was to confirm Tsunade's true inner thoughts.

Now it seemed, the only thing standing between them was the age gap.

As for what Tsunade said about only treating him as a disciple, just listen to it. Her foot was still in his hand. What kind of teacher would naturally place her foot in a disciple's lap like that?

Especially when this student had just confessed to her.

It's just that these feelings, bound by rules and boundaries, even Tsunade herself hadn't sorted them out yet.

Or perhaps, even if she had, she wouldn't dare admit them.

After all, the age gap between the two was a fact.

However, there were methods to extend lifespan in the Shinobi World.

A few hundred years later, their age gap would only be a minor difference.

"I understand, teacher. I'll listen to you and let it go," After a moment of silence, Aoba nodded. He decided to retreat for now to advance later.

"It's good that you understand. Tenten and the others are all great girls. They're more worth pursuing," Seeing this, Tsunade also breathed a sigh of relief. But she didn't know why, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

'This brat just talked about love transcending age and identity, and now he gave up just like that...'

'Isn't that a scumbag?'

"Then can teacher pretend I never came tonight? Let's stay the same as before," Aoba looked sincerely.

Tsunade didn't know what to say for a moment. For a long while.

She picked up a sake cup on the tatami.

One shot of sake down her throat, her face became even redder.

"I'm a little drunk," After saying this, Tsunade turned to the side and closed her eyes.

Looking at Tsunade's blushing face, Aoba also smiled.

For now, it was quite good to maintain this current state.

He couldn't rush things too much.

After playing enough, he let go of Tsunade's jade-like foot.

Then he found a blanket to cover her with.

He stood there quietly, gazing at Tsunade's rosy and lovely face for a while.

A few breaths later, he couldn't help but reach out his hand.

His fingers gently pinched Tsunade's slightly plump cheek, a slightly warm feeling coming from his fingertips.

Tsunade was still pretending to be drunk, not opening her eyes.

Only, her originally steady breathing became slightly chaotic, and her long eyelashes began to tremble slightly.

Aoba pondered for a moment more, then finally bent down, moved closer to Tsunade's face.

Feeling her increasingly heavy breathing, he didn't push things further.

He only gave a light kiss on her burning cheek, "Good night, teacher."

'After all these years, what is a little more time?'

The difference between a single feast and feasting daily, he could tell the difference.

Aoba went to the kitchen, "Sister Shizune, I'll take my leave now."

"Aoba, you and Lady Tsunade didn't argue, right?", Shizune grabbed Aoba's hand, her expression full of concern.

"Don't worry. Just a little argument. Teacher isn't angry anymore."

"That's good…", Shizune let out a breath of relief.

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After Aoba left, Tsunade on the sofa opened her eyes.

She looked at the ceiling, touched the spot that had just been kissed by Aoba, staring blankly.

For a while, she suddenly snapped out of it, gritting her teeth, "This brat! Actually used the hand that touched my foot to pinch my face?"

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