The light in the room was nearly non-existent, but it didn't hinder Tsunade's vision.
She could see every detail of the boy on the bed.
Looking at the deep fatigue etched into his sleeping face, her heart churned with a toxic mix of emotions.
Worry, responsibility, and a crushing sense of shame bled into one another.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the mattress, her knuckles turning white.
He looked so broken. Even his breathing sounded like a heavy burden.
And that prominent "tent" was a blunt reminder of the "wicked" method he practiced.
It made the temperature in her cheeks spike.
Tsunade took a lungful of air, forcing her nerves to settle. Now was not the time for maidenly hesitation.
She leaned over him, her movements carrying the clinical precision of a doctor.
A soft green light ignited at her fingertips as she probed his abdomen again.
This time, she was more focused. She wasn't trying to flood him with energy.
She was using her chakra as a sensor, mapping every microscopic shift in the depths of his Sea of Qi.
The moment her chakra made contact, her heart sank.
The "void" hadn't improved at all. It remained a ravenous black hole.
It was instinctively pulling at her chakra, yet it remained hollow.
Saiki's body was like parched, cracked earth in a drought.
His deep-seated survival instinct was dragging natural energy from the air, but the yield was pathetic.
At this rate, a full recovery might never happen.
"How can this be..." she whispered.
If his Pre-natal Qi wasn't nourished by Sage Chakra, his state would remain stagnant.
Natural recovery was a joke.
She withdrew her hand, the green light fading.
The room returned to the pale moonlight and the sound of his weak breathing.
Tsunade stood up and paced the small space, biting her lip.
The floor was cold against her feet, but it did nothing to cool the fire in her face.
Every step was heavy with the weight of her choice.
She looked at him again.
The boy whose咸鱼 gaze usually annoyed her was now trapped in a nightmare of his own making.
She remembered him standing alone against the village elders, the image of a god among men.
Seeing him this fragile made her feel a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She stopped pacing and stared at Saiki, her gaze turning from complex to a mask of absolute, "done this before" resolve.
She remembered their first time—the accidental union that had successfully quelled his rampaging chakra.
It was the only solution she could think of for his current depletion.
She would use her own massive chakra and vitality to act as a bridge.
Through the method of Dual Cultivation, she would nourish and activate his core, helping him absorb natural energy and restart his engine.
The decision made her ears burn, but one look at his exhausted face crushed her hesitation.
She sat on the edge of the bed. The frame groaned slightly under her weight.
Her silhouette was a masterpiece of shadow and light in the dark.
She reached out, pressing a specific point on his neck to ensure he stayed in a state of deep, undisturbed sleep.
Then, her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly, she reached for his shirt.
Despite the nerves, she didn't stop. She worked quickly, peeling the fabric away until his upper body was bare.
The moon spilled its meager light across his young, powerful frame.
Saiki remained dead to the world, his breathing steady and heavy.
Between his constant training and his unique constitution, his physique was flawless.
His tight, defined musculature rippled slightly with every breath.
Tsunade's eyes roamed over his chest and his lean stomach, eventually—inevitably—landing on the massive, stubborn protrusion in his pants.
She jerked her eyes away as if burned, her face turning a shade of red so deep it looked ready to bleed.
Since that first night, his body had been burned into her memory.
She had spent countless nights reliving those moments in her dreams.
She knew exactly what lay beneath the fabric.
She forced herself to look back. She forced herself to face it.
This isn't sex. It's medical treatment. It's a necessary sacrifice. She repeated the lie to herself like a mantra, using her duty as a doctor to drown out her shame.
"Be calm... Tsunade..." she whispered, her voice raspy.
It wasn't the first time. They had done everything already.
This was just a repetition of a known quantity.
She began to rationalize the act as a standard procedure.
She pulled off his boots and socks, arranging him on the bed.
Then, she reached for his waistband.
When his massive, throbbing cock finally sprang free from his underwear, Tsunade still found herself paralyzed for a heartbeat.
Finally, she had stripped him completely.
Looking at the naked boy on the bed, her embarrassment began to fade.
Once the "deed" of exposure was done, a strange, clinical calm settled over her.
"It's just a body. It's nothing special," she lied to herself.
She let out a long breath and reached for her own belt.
As her clothes slid to the floor, her voluptuous, creamy-white body was revealed.
She was a masterpiece of curves and abundance.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Despite her nerves, she had prepared herself before coming here.
She didn't bother covering herself; Saiki couldn't see her anyway.
She leaned over him, her massive snowy peaks swaying with the movement.
She stepped out of her pants, shedding every last layer of defense.
She stood before him in total, breathtaking honesty.
If Saiki had been awake to see the legendary Sannin claiming him while he was unconscious, he would have wept with joy.
"Why does it always happen when I'm out of it?!" The cool night air made her skin prickle, causing her to shiver.
She bit her lip, folded her clothes neatly, and crawled onto the bed.
She lifted a pale, fleshy leg and straddled his waist.
Despite her experience, she couldn't suppress the frantic pounding of her heart or the ragged hitch in her breath.
This was the second time. And she knew that once there was a second, there would be a third.
The Sannin who had spent years running from her feelings was finally losing the race.
She braced her hands on his chest and sat up.
Saiki was out cold, so she had to do all the work.
But as she guided him toward her entrance, the raw heat of his towering weapon made her feel like she was being branded.
Did she really not love him?
Probably not.
Her hemophobia was gone. She had returned to the village solely for him.
She was already slick with her own moisture. Her body had surrendered to him long before her mind had.
She adjusted her position and slowly lowered herself.
As he filled her to the absolute brim, Tsunade bit her lip hard to keep from screaming.
The sensation was so intense she felt like she was flying.
She arched her back, her long, elegant neck snapping back in a pose of pure surrender.
Saiki was unconscious, but his body was a living machine.
The warmth of her womb and the weight of her love triggered his core.
The Pre-natal Qi began to cycle of its own accord.
Feeling that familiar, scalding current flood into her, Tsunade's face turned a violent crimson.
Her slender waist and heavy peaches began to grind against him.
Because of the "Heart Seal" Saiki had left on her, Tsunade had been plagued by erotic dreams every night since their first time.
With his energy now flowing through her for real, her restraints shattered.
She became a woman possessed. She stopped being the Acting Hokage and became a predator.
A woman in her thirties is a wolf; a woman in her forties is a tiger.
Tsunade was in the prime of her needs.
The initial shyness was replaced by a ravenous hunger.
The room was filled with the sound of heavy slapping and the groaning of the bedframe.
As Tsunade moved with increasing frenzy, Saiki's internal energy accelerated.
Above them, the natural energy of the world began to spiral, pouring into the room in a silent, invisible hurricane.