Chapter 230
**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.