Saiki had always scoffed at those "noble" souls who considered "love at first sight" a pure and holy emotion.
To him, love at first sight was just a polite way of saying you wanted to fuck someone because they were attractive.
Even regular "love" had very little divinity to it; it was almost entirely built upon the foundation of primal desire.
If you met someone hideously ugly, you wouldn't even bother to learn their name, let alone fall in love.
Thus, Saiki viewed his relationships with Tsunade and Kushina through a lens of brutal honesty. He was a lecher, plain and simple. He loved their beautiful faces and their incredibly sexy bodies.
Why was he fighting so hard to save Kushina? Because he hadn't claimed her yet. He wanted her body.
Even if he felt other things for them—like a protective instinct or a desire for their happiness—that was just the result of time and shared experience. It was family and friendship, not some mythical, selfless romance.
Holding onto these cynical views, Saiki wasn't truly discouraged by Tsunade's cold act. One look at the "fertile mountains and valleys" before him, and he was ready for war.
Tsunade's plan to use indifference to drive him away was a total failure.
Saiki leaned down and captured her full, red lips in a deep kiss.
Her face was a mask of ice, but her body had already betrayed her. The moment his tongue probed her mouth, he tasted a scent like sweet nectar. Her lips were soft, plush, and incredibly inviting.
She had planned to use her silence to maintain her dignity, but Saiki's aggressive invasion shattered her restraint in a heartbeat.
"Saiki, don't..." She managed to gasp out a broken plea, despite this being far from their first kiss.
Saiki ignored her. He didn't care that her feet were drumming against his back or that her hands were pushing feebly at his head. He pinned her soft, fleshy thighs down with his weight and redoubled the efforts of his tongue.
Waves of electrifying pleasure began to travel from her mouth to her brain. Tsunade's hand, which had been trying to shove him away, moved to cover her own mouth, desperate to stifle the moans that were building in her throat.
As he explored her mouth, Saiki felt her resistance crumbling. Her back arched off the bed, her head pressing deep into the pillow.
Finally, sensing she was properly primed and remembering that Kushina was still in the red, Saiki pulled back.
If time hadn't been an issue, he would have spent hours exploring every inch of her.
As the immediate rush of the kiss faded, Tsunade went limp. She lay there like a fish out of water, panting heavily, her cheeks a brilliant shade of rose. She looked breathtakingly vulnerable.
She looked up at Saiki with a watery, ambiguous glare that held no real heat. Her "cold mannequin" routine was officially dead.
The "track" was ready. Saiki didn't waste another second. He adjusted his kneeling position, gripped his stiff, throbbing joystick, and guided himself to the entrance.
As he began to push inside, Tsunade didn't say a word. She just tilted her head to the side, enduring the sensation of being slowly, inexorably stretched and filled to the absolute brim.
Saiki let out a long, satisfied breath. Regardless of whether it was love or lust, the feeling of being swallowed by Tsunade's warmth and the tight, wet pressure of her interior was the greatest sensation in the world. He was hopelessly addicted to her.
As Saiki began to move, Tsunade's ragged breathing smoothed out. She began to find a rhythm, her body unconsciously adjusting to his pace.
Suddenly, Saiki reached out and cupped one of her heavy, bouncing breasts. The contact made Tsunade flinch, and she opened her mouth to scold him, but a sudden surge of hot energy flooded her system.
The "Dual Cultivation" had begun. The energy cycle drowned out her reprimand before it could leave her lips.
If not for that first night, Saiki might not have found his "Path" yet. But even if his current road was built on carnal union, it was undeniably powerful.
He didn't regret it. Compared to the lonely path of the sword, the path of Yin and Yang was beautiful. Cultivation was no longer a chore; it was an indulgence.
With Tsunade's legendary vitality assisting him, Saiki's energy circulation and natural energy absorption reached speeds he had never imagined. The more he moved, the more energized he felt.
Tsunade, too, began to enjoy the process. It wasn't just the physical ecstasy; she could feel the Yin and Yang energies and the natural world-force washing through her cells, purifying her and boosting her own constitution.
Her massive white breasts became the handles for Saiki's "steering," and Tsunade's plump thighs instinctively locked around his waist, helping him drive deeper and more efficiently.
Time was short, so Saiki moved with maximum intensity. The pleasure he was delivering to Tsunade was unlike anything she had experienced before. Soon, she was at her limit, and Saiki was right there with her.
He slumped forward, crushing her huge milk-mounds flat against his chest as he launched his final sprint.
Tsunade's pale wrists locked around his neck. She tried to bite her lip to stay quiet, but the moans kept spilling from her throat and nose in a constant, arousing stream.
As her body grew scorching hot and began to spasm in a violent climax, the love and energy between them reached a fever pitch. Saiki held her sweat-slicked, quivering body tight, his own frame shuddering with the force of his release.
The sounds of heavy physical impact died away, leaving only the sound of two people gasping for air in a room that smelled heavily of musk and sweat.
As their breathing settled, Saiki slowly released his hold. Tsunade's arms fell from his neck. Their eyes met. Seeing her flushed, satisfied face, Saiki couldn't help but lean down for another kiss.
Tsunade let out a series of muffled whimpers, and the moment his tongue touched hers, she suddenly bit down hard.
Saiki jerked back, looking at her with genuine indignation. "What was that for?! Why did you bite me?"
"I... I think you're filthy," Tsunade gasped, still struggling to find her breath.
Saiki stared at her, bewildered. They had kissed before without any issue. What had changed?
Then, he saw the mischief in her eyes. He realized she was teasing him about having just come from her "other mouth." He let out a wicked, knowing chuckle. "Oh? You think I'm filthy? Well, I don't think you're dirty at all. I think you taste like heaven."
Tsunade froze. As the implication sank in, her face turned a shade of red that defied description. She tried to kick him off, but her legs were still tangled with his. She settled for punching him in the shoulder. "GET OFF, YOU BASTARD!"
Despite her fatigue, the Sannin's punch was no joke. Saiki felt as if his shoulder had been hit by a boulder.
In retaliation, he leaned down and kissed her again—hard. Tsunade bit him a second time, and the two of them eventually broke apart, both of them panting and glaring at each other.
Saiki's spirit was fully restored. The "little bastard" who had been so dejected earlier was back, and Tsunade found she had no defense against his smugness.
The "argument" felt more like the bickering of a long-term couple. Feeling his "wicked tool" starting to stir again, Tsunade hurriedly changed the subject. "How is your recovery? Kushina is still waiting."
Saiki scanned his interior. "Not enough. I need one more round."
Seeing he wasn't lying, Tsunade bit her lip and turned her head away, unable to meet his eyes. "Then hurry up! We don't have all night!"
Saiki was thrilled by her submission, but he maintained a serious face. "This time, you have to move. I need to focus entirely on guiding the energy flow."
"WHAT?!" Tsunade snapped her head back toward him. Once she realized he wasn't joking, she was at a loss.
In the past, she had taken the lead while he was unconscious. But doing it actively while he was wide awake and watching her? It was mortifying.
Saiki didn't wait for her permission. He shifted from his kneeling position to a seated, cross-legged pose. He took her arms and pulled her up into his lap.
Facing each other, seeing her try to look away in shame, Saiki whispered, "Sister Tsunade, don't be shy now. Sensei Kushina needs us. Please... just this once, for me?"
Tsunade ground her teeth, but her waist slowly began to rotate.
The frequency of the movement was directly tied to the speed of the energy circulation. The more she worked, the faster his Qi flowed. After she had been moving for a few minutes, Saiki urged her, "Sister, faster! This is too slow!"
"I'm doing my best! What more do you want?!" Even as she complained, Tsunade adjusted her position, switching to a high-frequency grind.
Instantly, the white Auspicious Cloud above them began to churn violently. The energy rain intensified.
Crashes of pleasure hit Tsunade in relentless waves. She finally lost all control of her voice, letting out loud, unbridled screams of ecstasy. Fortunately, the rain from the cloud acted as a perfect sound barrier, trapping the sounds of their wet, rhythmic collision and her cries within the room.