Inside the cave, the storm of passion finally subsided, while outside, the light of dawn had already filled the sky.
Having successfully calmed the rampaging Qi in his system and vented every ounce of his pent-up lust, Saiki felt as though he had expended his entire soul. His face was buried in the warm, soft pillows of Tsume's massive white rabbits, and he didn't want to move a single muscle.
Pinned beneath him, Tsume Inuzuka panted heavily, her expression dazed and unfocused. Her brown pupils were blown wide, unable to find a center; she was just a tongue-flick away from a full Ahegao face.
The sensations Saiki had delivered were unlike anything she had ever known. The pleasure of Dual Cultivation—that soul-deep ecstasy—could not be compared to mere physical friction. Wave after wave of intense bliss had crashed over her soul, pushing her toward ever-higher peaks of climax. Had it not been for Saiki's Pre-natal Qi protecting her heart rate and blood pressure during the act, she might have actually died from the sheer intensity of the overstimulation.
Furthermore, even setting aside the terrifying mental euphoria of the Yin-Yang exchange, Saiki's sheer physical size was more than enough to perfectly fill the aching void in her heart—and then some. The raw physical output, the relentless battering and compression of her womb, had been enough to drive her into a state of blissful delirium.
Under the dual assault on her spirit and body, this unprecedented stimulation had raised her threshold for pleasure to an impossible height. From this day forward, if she ever wanted to feel "happy" again, Saiki was the only man on earth capable of providing it.
Saiki was still relatively inexperienced in the grand scheme of things. Neither his first session with Tsunade nor his second with Nono'u Yakushi had been "perfect" dual cultivations; otherwise, Tsunade wouldn't have been able to temporarily escape his grasp.
But with Tsume, Saiki's Qi had gone so far out of control that he was on the brink of death. This forced him to vent his energy without any reservation, resulting in a perfect Yin-Yang fusion that achieved the absolute maximum effect.
Regarding how to achieve the best results—to make a woman so addicted that she could never leave him—Saiki wouldn't have been annoyed about Tsunade even if he'd known. This perfect union with Tsume was built on the foundation of his experiences with the Sannin and the Sister Director. Without them, he wouldn't have been able to truly conquer Tsume Inuzuka tonight.
Of course, Saiki was currently unaware that he had branded himself into the deepest recesses of Tsume's soul. Holding her soft, naked body, he was simply worrying about how to face her in the morning—he desperately hoped she wouldn't try to distance herself because of this.
Feeling the bite of the mountain air, a faint, shimmering mist radiated from Saiki's body, enveloping them both in a warm cocoon and sealing out the cold.
Without the heat of active Dual Cultivation, the chill of the Land of Iron would have quickly ruined the afterglow of their peak.
As long as Tsume didn't speak, Saiki intended to play the role of a "dead pig," simply clinging to her.
In the world of physical intimacy, men often only experience the peak for a few fleeting seconds of dopamine release. Women, however, can linger in the afterglow for twenty minutes or more.
But time always marches on. Even though Saiki's brand of pleasure was infinitely more intense and durable than a normal man's, the session eventually had to end.
Slowly returning from the feeling that her soul had taken flight—that terrifyingly beautiful sensation of "dying" from joy—Tsume realized Saiki was still sprawled on top of her. His "sword," still thrumming with lethal intent, was still being "maintained" deep within her body. One of her perky cherries was still being rolled and sucked between Saiki's lips. She had no idea what to do. Her heart, which had finally slowed, began to gallop again out of pure shyness.
She didn't regret "treating" him. Even if the treatment had veered wildly off the clinical path.
If it were just medical necessity, she could have hidden behind the excuse of "battlefield pragmatism." But Saiki had stripped her bare, conquered her snowy peaks, and even tasted her mouth; the nature of their bond had fundamentally shifted.
Most importantly, despite being in a daze of pleasure at the time, the memory of Saiki sowing his young, vibrant seeds into the fertile soil of her womb—the viscous, scalding impact of his release—was burned into her brain with terrifying clarity.
She could rationalize the rest as a moment of weakness, but the literal flooding of her "sacred sanctuary" left her with no excuses to offer herself.
Yet, she couldn't bring herself to blame him. She had volunteered, and Saiki had opened a door to a level of pleasure she hadn't known was possible for a woman.
They remained locked in a tight embrace. Every microscopic shift in Tsume's pulse and breath was tracked by Saiki's perception. He refused to be the first to speak. His encounters with Tsunade and Nono'u had been too rushed; he wanted to savor every second of this one.
Seeing that Saiki had no intention of breaking the silence, the light filtering into the cave grew even brighter. Worse still, Saiki's sword—parked deep inside her—seemed to be regaining its "fighting spirit" and arrogance. The constant stimulation of her nipple being tasted was making Tsume realize, to her horror, that she was starting to want more.
Tsume could feel the change in Saiki; Saiki could feel the change in her. The flooded riverbed was growing damp again, the internal heat causing her to contract around him instinctively.
She couldn't pretend to be asleep forever. Tsume bit her lip and finally whispered, "Saiki?"
"Mm? What is it, Sensei Tsume?" Saiki lifted his head, acting as if he were completely oblivious, his pure eyes meeting hers directly as he released her nipple.
Saiki had initially felt a twinge of guilt, but he'd quickly adjusted his mindset. If the deed is done, don't be a coward about it. Just follow your heart and enjoy the ride.
Meeting Saiki's clear, crystalline gaze, Tsume felt a fresh wave of embarrassment.
His eyes looked so pure. It wasn't that his soul was innocent, but his "shota" features were naturally clean, and his Qi cultivation had refined his spirit to a state of absolute clarity.
She had meant to say, "Can you get off me now?" but under his gaze, she looked away shyly. The words that actually left her mouth were: "Do you... do you feel any better?"
It was a functional question, but considering Saiki's "sword" was currently standing at full attention inside her, the answer was obvious.
"Sensei... I'm still suffering here," Saiki replied with total, deadpan honesty.
Hearing this, the worried Tsume panicked, thinking his condition hadn't stabilized. She looked back at him, her eyes searching his face. "What? It's not over? Where does it still hurt?"
In response to her concern, Saiki's hips gave a heavy, meaningful downward press, burying himself even deeper into her womb. "It hurts right here."
This blatant, shameless behavior caused Tsume's face—already flushed from her climax—to turn a violent shade of red.
The first time he'd treated her, he'd complimented her "scenery," and she'd suspected then that he was a little hooligan beneath his serious mask. But this level of directness? Tsume nearly choked on her own indignation.
"You little brat! I'm asking about your internal injuries, not your... your 'urges'!" Tsume hissed, glaring at him with a mix of shame and anger.
Saiki wasn't intimidated. Her legs were still locked around his waist in a highly accommodating position. The physical reactions happening deep within her proved she was just as stimulated as he was.
"Uh, but it really hurts, Sensei. Don't tell me you aren't feeling the same thing?" Saiki's "motor" suddenly roared to life, his hips accelerating into a rapid-fire sprint.
Tsume hadn't expected the brat to skip the talking and go straight to flooring the gas. She was both furious and utterly humiliated.
She tried to curse him, but the relentless impact against her womb shattered her words into incoherent gasps.
Panic began to set in. "Saiki... stop... wait! We can't... not again...!"
Saiki ignored the protest. His rhythm only grew more forceful, his breathing heavy and ragged. "It's okay, Sensei. I'll be finished soon. I know you're suffering too!"
As Saiki had noted, her words said stop, but her thighs remained crossed behind his back and she made no physical move to repel him. This only fueled Saiki's fire.
It wasn't that Tsume was "loose"; they had already done everything there was to do. There was no point in being a hypocrite now. Besides, she had always doted on the boy.
She knew this wasn't "right"—doing it while fully conscious without the excuse of a life-threatening crisis. But looking at his handsome, youthful face and his raw passion, she feared a rejection would break his heart.
She sighed internally. Just this once... I'll let him have his way. I'll have a serious talk with him when we're finished.
But her hesitation was all the opening Saiki needed. He leaned down and sealed her mouth with another kiss. Amidst the rhythmic sounds of flesh hitting flesh, Saiki began to exercise the "rights of a husband" once more.