"I need a woman!"
These words left Tsume Inuzuka in a dazed stupor. She blinked, her confusion deepening as she asked, "Saiki, what the hell do you mean?"
Faced with her blank reaction, Saiki was seized by another violent fit of coughing. Tsume jumped in alarm, but fortunately, he didn't vomit any more blood this time.
After gasping for a shallow breath, Saiki spoke with brutal, unfiltered honesty. "Sensei Tsume... it is exactly what it sounds like. I need a woman. I think you understand the physical reality of my situation."
Tsume held Saiki in her arms; his entire body felt like it was made of molten lead, and his breathing was thick and ragged. He truly looked as if he had overdosed on a lethal amount of aphrodisiacs.
As Saiki emphasized his need again, Tsume finally processed the request. She had just recovered from the initial terror of his injuries, and now she was hit with this. Saiki said he needed a woman, and she was the only woman for miles. For the usually bold and boisterous Tsume, this was a shock to the system.
"Saiki... you're asking for a woman?" Tsume asked, her voice a cocktail of disbelief, confusion, and a sudden, burning embarrassment.
"Yes... I am!" Saiki panted, giving a weak but firm nod.
Hearing his confirmation, Tsume felt a surge of indignation mixed with shame. "Saiki, you... you're in this state, and you're still thinking about...?"
She trailed off, her thought originally being "You're half-dead and you want to get laid?" But then a darker, more horrific thought entered her mind. Perhaps Saiki knew he was dying, and his final wish was to experience a woman's body before he passed into the afterlife.
She had been ready to scold him, but the fear of his death made her panic.
"Saiki, it's okay! We'll find another way! You just have a fever and some internal wounds. It isn't that bad, I promise!" Lacking any real medical knowledge, Tsume could only offer frantic, desperate words of encouragement.
Looking at her panicked face, Saiki realized exactly what she was thinking. He felt a mix of irritation and dark amusement, but he lacked the energy to laugh.
He forced one final, coherent breath to explain. "Sensei... you've got it wrong. I don't plan on dying like this. Remember the Sage Art I cultivate? It's... unique. If I'm injured, my chakra becomes volatile and turns into a fire within me. The only cure..."
Saiki stopped to gasp for air before continuing. "...is to find a woman and engage in the act of husband and wife. I need to channel my rampaging chakra into a female body to complete a circulation cycle. That is the only way to ground the energy and stabilize my system. If I do that, I'll be fine."
Using every ounce of his willpower, Saiki explained the mechanical necessity of "Dual Cultivation" in words Tsume could clearly understand. By the time he finished, his breathing was paper-thin. The pain of the rampaging Qi was hollowing him out.
Tsume had known about his "Sage Art" since their first mission together. Back then, she'd joked about riding his coattails to fame once he became a legend.
But listening to his explanation now, her face burned with a violent crimson. "What kind of Sage Art are you practicing?! Is it a 'Lecherous Sage Art' or something?!"
Saiki didn't care about the sarcasm. He gritted his teeth and spoke with a hollowed-out sincerity. "I'm sorry, Sensei. I know asking this of you is inexcusable. You have a family... a life. If you refuse, I won't blame you. My condition is severe, but... maybe I'll survive on my own."
Tsume was a terrible choice for this, and Saiki knew it. She was a married woman with a child. Cuckolding her husband was a thrilling thought for his darker side, but his moral core found it repugnant.
Furthermore, she was his teacher. He respected her. He didn't want to shatter her home.
But Saiki was a man who feared death above all else. He felt his life slipping away, and that primal fear forced him to be shameless. He begged her with his eyes.
If they were near a city, he could have found a professional to handle the "cycle."
A normal woman wouldn't have been able to handle the full output, but he could have used several of them to ground the charge.
As for his "spiritual purity"... when death is knocking on the door, Saiki didn't have the luxury of being a snob. Survival was the only priority.
In truth, Saiki didn't look down on women in that profession. He viewed it as a job, often one born of desperate necessity.
He loathed the hypocrites who cursed those women for being "unclean" during the day while visiting them at night.
A man of character doesn't judge someone for how they survive. Only trash would mock someone for a life of hardship they couldn't possibly understand.
Most people don't sell their dignity and bodies for fun. They do it because the alternative is starvation.
Unless you're a masochist or a sociopath, life is about dignity, pride, and happiness.
Saiki's own moral compass was spinning wildly. Asking Tsume felt like a betrayal of his own principles, but the "lecherous" nature of his Dual Cultivation was already warping his mind.
When Saiki mentioned her family, Tsume went silent for a moment.
But she was an Inuzuka—her nature was straightforward and wild. Saiki had saved her life twice. He was currently dying because he had shielded her from a god-tier nuke. Regardless of "debts," Saiki had saved her, and she cared for him deeply.
SMACK!
Tsume delivered a light smack to Saiki's head, a forced, casual grin on her face. "What are you daydreaming about, kid? Just like when you saved me before—this is a battlefield. Don't overthink the details. Staying alive is the only mission that matters."
The moment the words left her mouth, the weight of what she was agreeing to hit her. Last time, he had just seen her naked. This time, to save him, she had to let him take her. As the woman in the equation, she was the one paying the ultimate price.
The situation was grim. Saiki didn't have the energy to dwell on the subtext. He simply whispered, "Thank you, Sensei."
Aware of her own mounting embarrassment, Tsume felt Saiki's gratitude like a hot coal against her skin. She gave him another smack.
"Enough talking! We don't need words for this!" Tsume's voice was boisterous, but her eyes were filled with a desperate shyness.
The atmosphere in the cave shifted instantly, becoming thick and heavy. Saiki was physically paralyzed; the effort of suppressing the "fire" within him had drained his final reserves. Tsume realized she had to be the one to take the lead.
Looking at Saiki's pained, flushed face, she gritted her teeth and cast aside her final shreds of maidenly (or matronly) hesitation. Her face was a violent shade of red. "Saiki... what do I need to do?"
"Sensei... I can't move. You... you'll have to handle everything," Saiki managed a weak, pained smile.
Tsume took a deep breath and began to act.
She laid him down gently and fetched the pot of melted snow from the fire. She washed the blood from his face and then carefully removed his blood-soaked shirt.
When she pulled back the quilt and prepared to remove his pants, she finally believed he hadn't been lying. No injured man should have been capable of supporting a "tent" that massive and rigid.
Lying helpless on the mattress, Saiki felt like weeping.
The first time with Tsunade, he was unconscious and had zero memory of taking her.
The second time, with Nono'u, he was a berserk animal who had essentially forced his way in.
And now, for the third time, he was a paralyzed invalid who had to be "serviced" to survive.
"Fuck this golden finger," Saiki cursed in his heart. He vowed that next time, he would be the one in control.
Tsume's heart was hammering against her ribs, but time was a luxury they didn't have. Every second of hesitation only increased Saiki's agony.
She reached down, undid the drawstring, and instead of pulling them down slowly, she decisively yanked his pants and underwear away in one motion.
"How... how is that possible?"
Tsume froze, her eyes wide with shock. The sight of that thick, veined, and terrifyingly engorged "weapon" far exceeded any rational expectation. Was this really the body of a child?
Her cheeks burned with a feverish heat, her pulse racing as she stared at the boy's raw masculinity.
Outside, the wind was freezing. Inside, the temperature was low. But for Tsume, the air felt like it was on fire.
Being an experienced woman, she took a shaky breath and looked at Saiki. She saw he had closed his eyes, his face a mask of endurance.
She realized he was trying to save her the embarrassment of being watched while she worked. He was still hounded by the pain, and Tsume told herself she couldn't hesitate any longer.
She stood up and shed her blood-stained flak jacket. She pulled off her dark outer robe, but after a moment of hesitation, she kept her thin undershirt on.
She undid her own waist-wrap and pushed her pants down with the same decisive efficiency.
As she folded her clothes neatly, she noticed Saiki had opened his eyes and was staring directly at her. Every shred of her earlier "sympathy" for his "politeness" vanished instantly.
He wasn't trying to save her from embarrassment; he was just waiting for the show to start. The little bastard was a total lecher.
But Tsume didn't tell him to look away. He had already seen everything during her surgery—had even pried her open to clean the deep wounds on her thighs.
She remembered his voice back then, complimenting her beauty with total clinical sincerity.
The "valley" between her thighs was sparse with "water grass," but as Tsume realized she was becoming damp just from undressing him, she cursed her own body for its shamelessness.
Asking Tsume to heal him this way felt like an act of absolute depravity to Saiki. But when she finally straddled his hips, his blood began to boil with a renewed, predatory intensity. He realized his "moral core" was just a thin veneer over a very dark, very hungry instinct.
Humans are peculiar creatures; the thrill of breaking a taboo is a powerful aphrodisiac.
She gripped the "gear-shifter," and the female driver prepared to launch. Tsume braced her legs, lowered her hips, and slowly, carefully, began to "depress the clutch."
Their sensations were worlds apart. Tsume had seen Saiki's "BMW" and knew it had horsepower, but the moment they connected, she realized she had still vastly underestimated him.
Taking Saiki's BMW for a spin gave her a feeling of immediate, raw power. He was scorching hot and impossibly rigid, threatening to ignite her own passion with his heat. She felt a sudden, reckless urge to floor the gas.
As for Saiki, he had been here before, but Tsume provided a sensation of "rain after a long drought." He felt like an ox dying of thirst under a summer sun, finally stumbling upon a hidden, damp spring.
The channel was narrow, barely able to accommodate the ox, but the soil was muddy and incredibly fertile. He knew that with enough "toiling," the water would eventually flow.
Initially, Tsume moved with cautious, testing thrusts. But suddenly, her own internal craving took over, and she felt a desperate need to sink to the floor.
"Nngh!" As the "horsepower" hit the limit, Tsume felt her womb being crushed and stretched by his intrusion. This wild, motherly Inuzuka let out a sharp cry as he reached depths no man had ever touched before.
The moment they were perfectly fused, the Yang fire accumulated in Saiki's system finally found its outlet.
Faced with the sudden, violent eruption, the unaccustomed Tsume felt her mind shatter.
A scalding torrent flooded her womb, and as the Qi began to circulate, it tore through her chakra pathways. It surged through her "Life Gate" at the base of her spine, raced through her internal organs, and crested at the crown of her head before returning to her womb and flowing back into Saiki.
The brutal "cleansing" of the Pre-natal Qi caused her meridians to scream with a tearing pain. But as the energy passed, the agony was instantly replaced by a euphoric, mind-altering bliss. The woman who had intended to be "composed" lost all control. "AHHHH!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the cave.
The first cycle ended, but like a woman possessed, her body craved the stimulus. Just like a runner at the finish line wanting one last sprint, she lifted her plump, heavy peaches and slammed them back down onto him with rhythmic violence.
Every rise and fall acted as a biological switch. Another surge of Yang Qi was squeezed from Saiki, flooding her entire being with that divine, heaven-bound ecstasy.
Each impact was a fresh cycle of Yin and Yang. The pleasure of Dual Cultivation was a tier above purely physical sex. Tsume forgot her restraint; she was like a woman trying to wring every drop of life from him. She rose and fell, the loud smack, smack, smack of their bodies colliding filling the mountain air.
As she entered a state of feverish excitement, the "river" overflowed its banks, and the wet, squelching sounds of their union became a continuous backdrop to her moans.
Saiki hadn't expected Tsume to be this ferocious, despite her wild personality.
In reality, it was his own fault. The Yang Qi he had accumulated was too potent. By "plucking the Yin to supplement the Yang," the biological reward was too great for any mortal to resist.
Huff... puff!
As the Yin-Yang cycle stabilized, Saiki's condition improved dramatically. But he was forced to grit his teeth; this "wife" was a force of nature. Her "pressing" strength was legendary.
Tsunade and Nono'u were older, but they lacked Tsume's raw, predatory intensity. If Saiki didn't focus, he was terrified he'd "lose the battle" and be drained dry by her. That would be the ultimate embarrassment.
Outside, the wind howled. Inside, the rhythmic sounds of "clapping" and sated moans continued. Wrapped in each other's heat, the two no longer felt the bite of the mountain winter.