Looking back at every little detail since arriving in the Ninja World, the impact of cultivation on a person's temperament was indeed quite profound.
If Saiki were to carefully recall his actions and reflect on what he was doing right now, he would realize that he had transformed from a relatively restrained, ordinary youth into a pubescent boy with an overactive secretion of male hormones.
And all these changes—starting from that night when he was struck by Tsunade's lightning, and she was forced to engage in dual cultivation to save him from Qi Deviation—could no longer be stopped.
After a long, deep kiss, Tsume Inuzuka, who had still wanted to put up a slight struggle, had completely melted into a puddle of spring water.
He scrutinized her face; though not flawlessly perfect, it was incredibly attractive, possessing an inherent wildness and an untamed aura that ignited a man's primal urge to conquer her.
Her scorching hot breath puffed against his face, and the faint, natural fragrance of a mature woman drifted into his nose, causing Saiki's blood to boil, his entire body to burn with heat, and his breathing to grow heavy.
"Sensei, give yourself to me, okay?" Even though he was essentially forcing her at this point, Saiki still spoke with utmost gentleness.
Faced with Saiki's burning gaze, her already softened body didn't actually want to refuse, but her remaining shred of moral bottom line prevented her from answering his question, leaving her to simply turn her face away.
This reaction of hers was already a tacit consent; he knew he couldn't push her any harder verbally.
Lowering his head, Saiki gently kissed her cheek and slowly began to caress her. He kissed her neck, his tongue lightly licking her skin and ears. In her highly sensitive state, the hands that should have pushed him away ended up hugging him tightly instead.
"Stop, Saiki, it tickles!" She let out an unbearable plea for mercy, but Saiki didn't stop because her hands weren't pushing him away. Right now, she was caught in that agonizing yet incredibly desperate state of wanting it but feeling overwhelmed.
While his mouth didn't stop its work, his hands weren't idle either. He slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt, sliding all the way up and into her bra to grab a mound of softness, beginning to knead and mold it into various shapes.
After a round of heavy petting, Saiki lifted his head, panting, and pulled her up into a sitting position.
Her inner boundaries might still be putting up a weak resistance, but she cooperated and sat up anyway. When Saiki grabbed the hem of her shirt, she allowed him to do as he pleased.
After stripping off her top, Saiki reached for her sleeping pants. Although her hand reflexively grabbed his for a moment, seeing Saiki's firm resolve, she let go and even cooperatively lifted her plump, juicy peach.
Pushing her down onto her back, Saiki knelt reverently between her legs.
Since things had already gone this far, she no longer tried to block anything, turning her face to the side and letting Saiki ravage her.
Holding the "steering wheel" steady and adjusting the "throttle", after some teasing rubs at the entrance, both sides were fully prepared. Saiki immediately slammed the gas pedal to the floor, driving all the way into the "lane" in one swift, deep thrust.
The "lane" had just flooded with slick moisture, and Saiki, failing to hit the brakes in time, crashed straight into the palace gates protecting her womb. This core-shaking impact caused her, who had been waiting for his intrusion, to let out a muffled grunt that blurred the line between pain and extreme pleasure.
After getting on the road, Saiki didn't immediately start pumping his motor. Instead, by the flickering candlelight, he carefully admired her facial features—her slightly parted, panting red lips, the fine beads of sweat forming on the tip of her nose, and her large eyes glazed over with a misty layer of lust, showing she was already fully in the zone.
"What's wrong?" Having had her body and soul completely pierced by Saiki, she was left confused when he suddenly stopped moving, prompting her dazed question.
The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how desperate it sounded and quickly averted her face again.
It was hard to imagine that a mature, fierce older woman could reveal such an adorably shy side in front of a young boy, bringing a radiant smile to Saiki's face.
"It's nothing, Sensei. Here I come," he replied loudly. Gripping her soft, slender waist with both hands for leverage, the little motor in his hips roared to life.
The road was impossibly tight, muddy, slick, and suffocatingly hot. The winding path made Saiki's journey arduous, accompanied by continuous squelching wet noises and the loud smack, smack, smack of flesh colliding. Saiki felt like he could crash and burn from the intense pleasure at any second.
"Nngh!" Driven by his masterful technique and the relentless battering against her innermost gates, she let out overwhelmed moans. Her long legs very cooperatively wrapped tightly around Saiki's waist in an attempt to slow his frantic pace, but Saiki bottomed out and struck her core with every single thrust.
"Ah!" Watching her furrow her brows and bite down on her lower lip to keep from making lewd sounds—though sweet, breathless whimpers kept spilling from her lips anyway—her pitiful yet alluring expression only fueled Saiki's desire to conquer her. It made him want to ruthlessly ravage her until she was permanently molded into his shape.
His normally strict yet boisterous teacher, a woman possessing an untamed wildness, was now entirely at his mercy, being mercilessly ploughed. The overwhelming sense of taboo and immorality made it impossible for Saiki to hold back.
It wasn't just Saiki who was fully immersed; Tsume was too. Saiki hadn't been plowing for long before her dam completely burst. The riverbed overflowed, and the sound of his thrusting shifted from a wet squelch to a sloppy, drenched sloshing.
Listening to those obscene sounds, her copious spring water continuously overflowed, running down the cleft of her plump peach and soaking a massive patch of the bedsheets.
This was a battle of endurance between his offense and her defense. As Saiki leaned down over her, she proactively wrapped her arms around his neck and clamped her legs tightly around his waist, eagerly grinding her hips to meet his rhythm.
When Saiki kissed her, she parted her red lips, her small tongue passionately tangling with his, as if kissing him back so fiercely could suppress her shameful, ecstasy-filled cries.
Since she was holding onto him, Saiki's hands were free to firmly grasp her two massive, smooth, and bouncy breasts. Feeling their heavy, jiggling elasticity, he kneaded them with expert technique, striving to push her into even greater heights of pleasure.
Through the relentless, battering thrusts against her deepest gates, both of them rapidly approached their absolute limits.
"Sensei, I'm cumming! Give me a baby, please!" Saiki growled hoarsely into her ear. He slammed his hips forward one final, brutal time, crashing through the opening palace gates, and unleashed a massive, scalding flood of his mature seeds directly into the deepest, fertile soil of her womb.
"Ahhh!" Feeling her womb being pumped full of his scalding, thick, wax-like essence, Tsume let out a raw, high-pitched wail. Her voice went hoarse, and the legs locked around Saiki's waist began to spasm and tremble violently.
After that violent storm of passion, Saiki collapsed weakly onto her soft, burning-hot body. He whispered into her ear, "Sensei, are you happy?"
Holding her soft body, although Saiki's stamina was practically endless, he still experienced a brief moment of post-coital clarity. If he had actively used his dual cultivation techniques, he probably wouldn't have had this downtime at all.
However, that would have been too boring. Saiki loved this exact feeling—collapsing after a thorough, exhausting release, holding a woman's scorching hot, naked body, inhaling her intoxicating, post-climax musk, and listening to her ragged, breathy pants as she struggled to come down from her high.
At this moment, Tsume was also incredibly blissful, hugging Saiki tightly. Compared to men—who only experience that brief, shuddering moment of release—women get to bask in a long, lingering afterglow following a climax.
The two held each other tightly, savoring the beautiful intimacy. But as time slowly ticked by, she eventually recovered from her afterglow, while Saiki's body had already primed itself for round two.
As she regained her senses, Saiki could feel her sudden awkwardness. She didn't know whether to let go or just stay as they were. Her body tensed up, which Saiki found highly amusing.
"Sensei!" Saiki called out softly.
Tsume genuinely didn't know what to do, but she eventually gave a soft hum in response. "Mm!"
"Sensei, can you get up on your hands and knees?" Saiki whispered.
Her body went rigid. Faced with Saiki's lewd demand, given everything that had just happened, she honestly didn't know whether she should refuse or just accept it.
In the end, she chose silence. She didn't verbally answer Saiki, but she loosened her embrace around him.
Seeing her reaction, Saiki knew his chance had come. He pulled back, exiting her with a wet pop. He gripped her waist firmly and hauled her up, lifting her off the mattress. Instinctively, she crossed her arms under her chest and buried her face between them, forcing her legs to bend and her knees to plant firmly on the bed, presenting her backside to him.
Seeing her so submissive, her massive, plump peach slapped raw and red, and her entrance slick with thick cream—knowing that all of this was his own handiwork—Saiki felt a rush of extreme excitement and pressed himself right back against her.