Does "love" actually exist?
As a soul from the modern era who had seen far too many glamorous, manipulative women, Saiki was generally cynical about the concept.
However, faced with Nono'u's beauty and unfathomable gentleness, Saiki wasn't sure if what he felt was "love"—he knew he was a scumbag—but he was certain of one thing: for her, he was willing to conquer and destroy this world.
Nono'u was much the same. As a former member of Root, she had been indoctrinated with a creed: no emotions, no past, no future, only the mission. Living in the shadows, she had seen the absolute worst of human ugliness and betrayal. Naturally, she hesitated when it came to something as fragile as "love."
But unlike Saiki, she retained a profound sense of goodwill toward the world.
If she didn't, she wouldn't have opened this orphanage for free, and she never would have crossed paths with a bastard like Saiki.
And Saiki?
He didn't mind assuming the worst of humanity, viewing the vast majority of the world as treacherous, scheming scum.
He understood a fundamental truth: if you want to be kind, you have to be more ruthless and vicious than the bastards trying to exploit you.
Though he didn't believe in fairy-tale romance, and his own actions hardly made him worthy of it, in this moment of perfect, sweat-slicked union, Saiki was certain he loved Nono'u. It wasn't just lust for her body; he cherished her soul.
Aside from her initial hesitation, as a mature older woman, Nono'u didn't act overly coy or overly dramatic. Instead, she was incredibly cooperative.
Due to their size difference, it looked more like Nono'u was enveloping him. The usual aggression of Saiki's "attacks" was muted. A battle between a shota and an onee-san lacked the visual violence of a standard conquest; instead, it highlighted the sheer, overflowing tenderness of the older woman.
Inside the small room, the bed groaned under the strain, accompanied by the rhythmic smack-smack-smack of flesh meeting flesh and the sound of ragged breathing.
Seeing Saiki panting heavily above her, Nono'u—who was bearing the brunt of the physical impact—remained incredibly gentle. Her delicate hands stroked his sweaty back, her eyes filled with concern that he was overexerting himself.
Her plump, pale legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. She actively tilted her slender hips upward, trying to meet his thrusts halfway to save him energy.
Even though his core was currently somewhat depleted, Saiki wasn't so weak that simply thrusting his hips would exhaust him. But seeing the pure tenderness on Nono'u's face—seeing her endure the overwhelming sensation yet still trying to encourage him—drove Saiki into a frenzy of arousal.
They didn't speak a word. Just looking into each other's eyes communicated a deep, intoxicating affection.
Saiki drove into her with deep, powerful lunges. Even with Nono'u's impressive endurance, the relentless, heavy pressure against her womb occasionally forced a soft, helpless whimper from her lips.
Seeing her face flush the color of a sunset, fine beads of fragrant sweat dotting her pale forehead and swan-like neck, and her eyes rolling back as she struggled to keep her cries swallowed in her throat—Saiki would occasionally slow his pace, leaning down to tenderly kiss her lips.
Nono'u was thrilled by his gentleness. Her red, swollen lips would part willingly, her small tongue darting out to meet his.
When Saiki buried his face between her twin snowy peaks, savoring their softness and smooth texture while sucking hungrily on the erect cherries at their apex, he looked exactly like a nursing child. Seeing him like this, Nono'u felt an overwhelming surge of maternal affection and doting love.
With a gentle, indulgent smile, she stroked Saiki's hair as if comforting a baby, her body language saying: Even though there's no sweet nectar yet, if you like it, you can have as much as you want!
Even with his face buried in the soft, snowy mountains and his mouth occupied with those plump buds, Saiki's hips never stopped their relentless plowing. Realizing Saiki was "busy," Nono'u actively twisted her waist and lifted her hips to facilitate his rhythm. Surrounded by her tenderness and absolute devotion, Saiki felt a profound sense of bliss.
Tonight, after so much pushing and pulling, having finally confessed their true feelings, Saiki and Nono'u moved together like a true married couple—no, like true lovers. Even married couples rarely achieved this level of perfect physical and spiritual harmony.
Compared to Tsunade—where Saiki only remembered that night as a rare, frantic indulgence—and Tsume Inuzuka—which was born from coercion and the venting of pure lust—the genuine "love" in those encounters paled in comparison to this.
The air was thick with affection as they murmured softly against each other's skin.
He didn't know how long it had been, but Nono'u's soft, snowy body was growing increasingly hot. With a sharp, muffled sob, her pale arms clamped around Saiki's neck, and her legs locked tightly around his waist. Her body went rigid and began to violently tremble.
A scalding current flowed through the narrow riverbed, sending a jolt up Saiki's spine. Knowing Nono'u had reached her absolute peak, he didn't hold back. He accelerated his assault, the smack-smack-smack echoing even louder in the small room.
Already pushed to her limit, the relentless, crashing waves of pleasure finally broke Nono'u. She lost control, letting out broken, sobbing cries of ecstasy.
Saiki held her scorching, soft body in a crushing grip, flattening her high peaks against his chest. A primal roar tore from his throat as he surrendered everything to her.
The scalding seeds were sown deep into the mature, fertile soil perfectly primed for life. Feeling the searing heat and the raw emotion behind it, Nono'u, hovering in a dazed paradise, felt a twinge of helpless resignation, but ultimately accepted it all.
After a few final, shuddering thrusts, Saiki went limp. He collapsed onto Nono'u, wrapping his arms around her soft frame, basking in the afterglow of pure joy and satisfaction.
They held each other tightly, panting, their violently racing hearts taking a long time to settle.
After recovering slightly, the ever-gentle Nono'u—who had borne the brunt of the physical toll—began to lightly stroke Saiki's back again, as if to soothe his breathing and wash away his fatigue.
Feeling her tenderness, Saiki acted lazily, nuzzling against the crook of her neck like a spoiled child, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair and skin.
A long time passed before Saiki finally released her. He pushed himself up on his arms, his eyes locking directly onto hers.
Being stared at so intensely, Nono'u felt a flush of embarrassment and turned her face away slightly. But her concern for him overrode her shyness. She looked back, her eyes full of worry. "How is it? Do you feel any better?"
Witnessing her pure, selfless gentleness, Saiki had a rather bastardly thought: "If only Tsunade could be like this."
Caught off guard, he replied blankly, "Better? What do you mean?"
Even though their bodies were still intimately connected, Nono'u felt Saiki was playing dumb to tease her. She asked, a bit flustered, "I'm asking about your body, obviously! How is your recovery?"
Realizing she was getting annoyed, Saiki snapped out of it. He answered with brutal honesty. "Oh. I haven't even started the recovery process yet."
"What?!" Nono'u was utterly bewildered.
"You said we were doing 'Dual Cultivation' for your treatment! So everything we just did was just you enjoying yourself for fun?!" Even a woman of her boundless patience was irritated by that revelation.
She raised a hand, wanting to smack him or throw a proper tantrum, but it felt too much like a lover's pout. Ultimately, her gentle nature won out. She just said softly, "You said you were weak. You need to take this seriously."
If it were Tsunade, Saiki would have immediately fired back: "Oh, please, you were enjoying it just as much as I was." But looking at Nono'u, he couldn't bring himself to say it. He obediently promised, "I swear, Sister Director. I'll be serious about the recovery now."
Saiki's shamelessness only succeeded in making Nono'u's face burn even brighter, but she simply couldn't bring herself to genuinely scold him.
Finally, Nono'u's concern for his health won out again. "So... what exactly do we need to do now?"
Seeing Nono'u taking it so seriously, Saiki didn't dare mess around anymore. He pulled back slightly.
With a wet pop and a squelch, both Saiki and Nono'u instinctively looked down.
Saiki's "little brother" was still standing tall and battle-ready. Nono'u, having been thoroughly molded to his shape, was unable to close completely. A large, damp map was already drawn on the bedsheets, and it was still expanding as the milky fluid continuously dripped down.
Looking up and seeing Saiki staring at her, Nono'u's face turned a violent shade of crimson. It was rare for her to speak so loudly. "Don't look! Turn your head away!"
Seeing her panicked embarrassment, Saiki obediently turned his head.
Having lived in the Shinobi World for years, Saiki had managed to adapt. The only reason he hadn't lost his mind was that Konoha had electricity and, crucially, toilet paper. Otherwise, a modern soul wouldn't have survived.
Saiki kept his head turned. He knew Nono'u was watching him to make sure he didn't peek. After a few minutes of rustling fabric and cleaning, Nono'u whispered, "Alright. You can look."
He turned back. She was kneeling on the bed. Whether the flush from before hadn't faded or she was still just deeply embarrassed, her beautiful face remained a bright, rosy red.
Seeing Saiki's gaze fixed on her, Nono'u took the initiative. "No more playing around. How do I need to cooperate?"
Playing cards with Nono'u was incredibly fun, but his physical recovery took precedence. Besides, the dual cultivation process wasn't exactly devoid of pleasure.
He adjusted his posture, sitting cross-legged in a meditative stance. However, his "little brother" remained aggressively erect, somewhat ruining the dignified pose.
"Sister Director, you just need to sit on top. You handle the movement, and I'll take care of the rest."
Looking at Saiki's face—if it weren't for his deadly serious expression, looking like an innocent, adorable shota—Nono'u would have sworn he was tricking her again.
Biting her lower lip, Nono'u didn't hesitate for long. She crawled over to him. With Saiki's guidance, she lowered herself down, settling into a deep, straddling embrace.
This time, as Nono'u began to slowly rotate and thrust her hips, Saiki began to channel the Pre-natal Qi within him. The Auspicious Cloud drifted out from his brow, expanding to blanket the two of them.
Watching the cloud and feeling Saiki's chakra begin to flow and cycle through her own meridians, Nono'u finally knew he wasn't lying.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, increasing the force and rhythm of her hip movements. Saiki gripped her slender waist, matching her pace perfectly.
Above them, the natural energy of the surrounding environment began to violently vortex, drawn inexorably toward the glowing Auspicious Cloud.