It was a scene of a young boy and a mature woman, yet the boy acted like a seasoned veteran while the woman seemed like an innocent, sheltered girl.
It made sense, given that Saiki possessed a greasy soul from an era of information overload.
Even though the books in the Shinobi World were often scandalous, Kushina herself remained pure and untainted.
"Let's perform Dual Cultivation!" Saiki said.
Kushina, whose entire body was already scorching from a simple kiss on the forehead, felt her brain completely flatline.
Her reaction was exactly as Saiki expected.
After a few seconds of mental stuttering, she finally found her voice. "Sai... Saiki, what... what are you saying?! What is Dual Cultivation?!"
Shame made her voice incoherent, and her pale face turned a violent, throbbing red.
Fortunately, she didn't voice a refusal; she just stammered, unable to find the words.
They weren't officially a couple and hadn't even confirmed their feelings for one another.
Saiki was genuinely surprised when Tsunade told him that Kushina had agreed to this.
Knowing that more words would only lead to more mistakes, Saiki decided that action was the better path.
He didn't give her a chance to overthink and leaned down to kiss her again.
Although she had promised Tsunade, Kushina had a thousand things she wanted to say to Saiki.
However, her mind was a chaotic mess, and she didn't know where to start.
But the arrow was already on the string.
They didn't have time for a traditional romance or months of getting to know each other.
Kushina's panic and helplessness were entirely natural.
This time, it wasn't her forehead; Saiki pressed his lips gently against hers.
Caught off guard, Kushina's eyes went wide as she stared at him in disbelief.
Once she processed the sensation, she hurriedly squeezed her eyes shut.
Her fingers gripped the bedsheets in a white-knuckled vice, and her toes curled beneath the quilt.
After a brief, feather-light kiss, Saiki noticed she was so tense she had forgotten to breathe.
He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Sensei Kushina, it's okay. Don't worry about anything. I will take full responsibility for you."
Kushina didn't know what she wanted, but hearing Saiki's promise allowed a fraction of her anxiety to melt away.
Feeling like a bit of a scumbag for using such lines, Saiki kissed her lips again.
This time, however, the nervous Kushina clamped her teeth shut, refusing to let him in.
Reluctantly, Saiki pulled back and reached for the edge of her quilt.
Feeling the sudden chill as the covers were stripped away, she snapped her eyes open.
She looked at Saiki with a mix of terror and uncertainty, her rigid body trembling visibly.
"Sensei, don't be afraid. Just leave everything to me."
He tried to keep his voice soothing, but seeing her look like a cornered rabbit made even Saiki's own expression stiffen with a bit of awkwardness.
He could act like a cynical philosopher who viewed love as a mere transaction of flesh and money.
But facing a girl as genuine as Kushina, he couldn't lie to himself and say he didn't care for her deeply.
Yet he knew he was a piece of trash who didn't deserve her.
He struggled to project an expression of pure, unadulterated love.
Even with Tsunade and the others, Saiki relied on the fact that they indulged his "wild" nature.
Desire and morality were constantly warring in his brain, but his "little head" usually won the debate.
At a time like this, he realized he just had to follow his instincts; overthinking would only paralyze the process.
Besides, this wasn't just about ethics—it was a literal rescue mission.
Saiki reached for the buttons on Kushina's hospital gown.
To his surprise, Kushina reached out and caught his hand.
She didn't push him away; instead, she whispered bashfully, "I... I can do it myself."
Saiki paused, slowly withdrawing his hand.
He watched as the blushing woman, unable to meet his eyes, began to undo her buttons one by one.
He wondered if he was truly about to hurt a good girl.
Having just come from two rounds with Tsunade, his post-nut clarity was making him unusually introspective.
But seeing Kushina willing to undress herself made his pulse quicken again.
She had been backed into a corner by circumstance, yes, but she wasn't entirely unwilling.
She clearly harbored feelings for him as well.
Once the buttons were undone, Kushina braced herself on her arms and sat up, shedding the top of the gown.
Tsunade's measurements were legendary, but Kushina was no slouch—she was firm, perky, and a perfect handful.
Unlike Tsunade's heavy, mature abundance, Kushina's breasts were in the prime of their "budding" stage—possessing a youthful, "big sister" charm.
Naked from the waist up, the crimson-faced Kushina kept her head bowed.
She hesitated for a heartbeat before reaching behind her back.
With a sharp click, her bra was unfastened.
She reflexively shielded her chest with one hand as she set the garment aside, then froze, unsure of the next step.
Saiki didn't leave her hanging; he moved forward.
He slid closer and wrapped his arms around her.
Kushina tilted her head up to look at him, her face a mask of shy determination.
Saiki captured her lips once more.
"Mmph," Kushina let out a soft hum, but she relaxed this time.
Taking advantage of her parted lips, Saiki's tongue invaded her mouth.
Kushina's body was stiff, but she allowed him to explore her depths.
Saiki's hands were not idle; they rested on her slender waist before slowly creeping upward.
They finally cupped those firm, snowy white mounds.
They weren't as massive as Tsunade's, but they were still too large for his hands to fully encompass.
Compared to the Sannin, Kushina's flesh felt more delicate, vibrant, and incredibly elastic.
Due to her weakened physical state, Kushina's stamina was low.
She quickly found herself breathless, her body turning soft and scorching hot.
They say that the threat of death acts as an aphrodisiac; the biological instinct to procreate takes over.
Through simple petting and kissing, Kushina was already entering a state of arousal.
Saiki gently laid her back onto the bed.
He kissed her flawless cheeks and her sensitive, swan-like neck.
She kept her eyes shut tight, one hand clutching the sheets and the other gripping Saiki's arm.
When Saiki squeezed a bit harder, teasing her erect cherries, she gasped, her fingernails digging into his skin.
He didn't use Genjutsu to read her secrets; he didn't need to.
He could feel her tension, but he could also feel her working hard to accept him.
Under his expert touch and oral stimulation, Kushina's breathing grew heavy and her body went limp with pleasure.
As she relaxed, Saiki's hand moved over her flat, toned stomach.
He injected a thread of chakra to stabilize her Sea of Qi and stoke her internal heat.
Sensing she was ready, Saiki reached for the waistband of her pants.
Once again, she caught his hand.
Saiki thought she was going to stop him, but she just looked up at him with watery eyes before letting go.
Saiki let out a breath of relief.
A few days ago, when he had yanked her pants down to check the seal, she had cried and fought him tooth and nail.
This time, he had successfully "plucked" the flower.
He looked down and saw her covering her face with both hands.
The atmosphere was a bizarre mix of hilarity and agonizing awkwardness.
While Kushina played the ostrich, Saiki stripped off his own clothes.
He watched her hands, noticing the way her body shivered as his clothes hit the floor.
She was dying to peek through her fingers, but her modesty won out.
Looking at her slightly bent legs, Saiki called out to her. "Sensei Kushina!"
No response.
"Sensei Kushina!" he tried again.
This time, she managed a faint, muffled "Mm."
"Um... I'm going to start now," Saiki whispered experimentally.
Given her usual temper, being asked such a question would normally make her explode in shame.
But the Kushina on the bed remained docile.
She didn't answer, and Saiki didn't know what she was thinking.
But when his hand rested on her trembling knee, she didn't push him away.
He tried to nudge her legs apart, but she offered a bit of resistance.
He didn't use much force, realizing she was still having an internal struggle.
He had given her so little time to process this.
He tried again with a bit more strength.
Whether she surrendered or simply ran out of energy, Saiki successfully parted her thighs.
Since she was still covering her face and didn't shout for him to stop, he took it as silent consent.
Saiki stopped worrying about her mood and became captivated by the scenery between her legs.
The garden was in full bloom, the "peach" was plump and succulent.
The area was wreathed in sparse, red curls.
Unlike Tsunade's "White Tiger" mounds, Kushina's was a soft, delicious fruit waiting to be tasted.
Kushina felt like she had stopped breathing.
She had no idea what Saiki was about to do next.
She felt his hot breath against her lips, and then her mouth was captured.
She pulled her hands away from her face, only to find Saiki with his head buried between her legs, tasting her essence.
The shock was total.
"Saiki...!" She tried to gasp out a protest, but under his oral mastery, she lost all strength to speak.
Her words of rejection transformed into a high-pitched, sobbing whimper of ecstasy.
He didn't need much more foreplay; one bite of the peach and she was overflowing with sweet nectar.
He felt the resistance of her final barrier, but the riverbed was already slick and ready for plowing.
Saiki lifted his head.
Kushina was no longer covering her eyes. Her hands gripped the sheets, her face was neon-red, and her gaze was scattered.
Saiki knelt between her legs, guiding his weapon to the gate.
After a moment of probing, he drove forward.
The dazed Kushina was snapped back to reality by the sensation of being stretched and filled.
Saiki leaned down to hug her, stroking her face.
Before she could process the intrusion, a sharp, unforgettable pain tore through her.
Seeing the tears start to leak from her eyes, Saiki felt his own heart skip a beat.
He kept stroking her face, whispering for her to relax, even as he continued his steady advance.
Tonight was supposed to be about "repairing" her body.
But now that he had personally breached her, he didn't know if he was fixing her or breaking her further.
Regardless, the road ahead was long.