Saiki's request for "another round" caused Tsume Inuzuka's face to burn a violent shade of red.
If it weren't for the dimly lit, intimate atmosphere of the cabin, the sheer audacity of his words would have been scandalous enough to have him drowned in the spit of polite society.
Tsume desperately wanted to reason with him, but Saiki was intentionally stalling. He understood that breaking down the moral barriers of a married woman was incredibly difficult. The first time they engaged in dual cultivation, it was a life-or-death necessity to save him.
Therefore, Saiki had to resort to slightly underhanded tactics—using his words to batter her psychological defenses while simultaneously employing his Qi to stoke the physical desires dormant within her body.
Having engaged in dual cultivation with him, even though he hadn't inscribed a physical seal on her abdomen like he had with Tsunade, a residual trace of his Yin and Yang Qi remained unabsorbed within her system. As long as Saiki actively stimulated that residual energy, even the most fiercely chaste woman would quickly devolve into a ravenous older woman desperate to drain him dry.
Whether it was his provocative words or the activation of the Yin-Yang Qi, Tsume's flush instantly spread from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting now?!" Tsume scolded, feigning a mix of anger and embarrassment.
But Saiki's gaze remained unwavering as he replied, "Sensei Tsume, I refuse to believe you didn't enjoy it when we did it. If you won't admit it, then I'm going to do it with you again right now."
Faced with Saiki's predatory, hungry stare, Tsume's heart hammered wildly against her ribs, panic setting in. "Saiki, don't you dare do anything reckless!"
"Sensei Tsume, do you really not like me? Do you really not want to do it with me?" Every word Saiki spoke was brutally blunt, causing Tsume's heart to skip a beat.
"N-no... I don't!" Tsume stammered, her face crimson as she shook her head frantically.
"I don't believe you!" With that, Saiki lowered his head and captured her lips in a forceful kiss, causing Tsume's eyes to widen in shock.
If Tsume hadn't proactively brought up the dual cultivation tonight in an attempt to permanently shut down any future possibilities, Saiki wouldn't have acted so aggressively. He hadn't wanted to force his teacher; he preferred to let things develop naturally.
"Nngh..." Being forcefully kissed, and because her lips were already slightly parted in surprise, Saiki's tongue easily invaded her mouth, causing her mind to momentarily go blank.
It was only when Saiki gently bit her lower lip and his tongue began to tangle with hers that she finally snapped back to reality.
If anyone else had tried to force a kiss on her, a woman as fiercely wild as Tsume Inuzuka would have undoubtedly bitten the bastard's tongue clean off. But knowing it was Saiki holding her, her heart inexplicably softened.
Although she felt a twinge of internal resistance, faced with Saiki's overwhelming passion, she neither actively participated nor fought back, simply allowing him to take what he wanted.
After a long, deep, and incredibly wet kiss, Saiki finally lifted his head and broke contact. Tsume was panting heavily, her face flushed as beautifully as a blooming flower, and her eyes were glazed with a hazy, misted look.
She might not possess the devastating, unmatched beauty of Tsunade or the fiery spice of Kushina, but Tsume possessed a rare, untamed wildness. She exuded an aura of fierce independence that instinctively made a man want to conquer her.
Their eyes locked. Saiki spoke softly, "Sensei... give it to me one more time. Please?"
Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen from the prolonged kiss scrambling her brain, or perhaps she was genuinely moved, or perhaps the Yin-Yang Qi had fully taken effect.
Tsume felt her heart racing, her body burning with a sudden, suffocating heat. A rush of hot blood clouded her judgment. Faced with Saiki's plea, she knew she should reject him outright, yet she felt a sudden spike of panic. She slightly turned her head away, unable to give him an answer.
If her clear, rational self could see the bashful, maidenly expression currently on her face, Tsume would undoubtedly conclude she had lost her mind and succumbed to springtime lust.
Although Tsume didn't give him a verbal response, her body language was a clear enough answer.
Seeing this, Saiki practically vibrated with excitement. He scrambled up from her body and threw off the single quilt covering her.
Outside, the winter wind was biting cold. Inside, although the earthen stove was burning, the ambient temperature was still quite low.
The sudden rush of cold air caused Tsume to shiver, restoring a fraction of her clarity. She opened her mouth to stop him, but Saiki, knowing the window of opportunity was closing, wasn't about to give her the chance.
She only managed to gasp "Saiki—" before he lunged forward, sealing her lips with his own once more. He forced every word of protest back down her throat, leaving her only able to produce muffled, protesting whimpers.
With her heart pounding and her body temperature soaring, and already physically aroused, her attempts at resistance were incredibly feeble.
Following the universal rule that "weak resistance equals consent," Saiki continued his assault despite Tsume's token struggles.
If Saiki's actions occurred in the 21st century—an era where even if a woman agreed beforehand, a disagreement over the "price" could legally classify the act as assault and land you in prison—he would have been locked up long ago.
While keeping her mouth occupied to prevent her from speaking, Saiki's hands weren't idle. One hand captured a massive breast, beginning a firm, rhythmic massage, while his other hand pressed flat against her lower abdomen, actively pumping Yin-Yang Qi into her system to further amplify her crushing need.
After another deep, breath-stealing kiss, Saiki sensed that Tsume had entirely abandoned her resistance. Her hands, which had been weakly pushing against his chest, had now shifted to wrap around him. Saiki finally ended the kiss.
Their eyes met again. This time, Tsume didn't look away, though the panic and uncertainty in her gaze were still visible.
"Sensei... let me get a good look at you, okay?" Saiki whispered tenderly.
His mouth asked for permission, but his hands were already moving. He grabbed Tsume's arms, pulling her into a sitting position, and gripped the hem of her shirt, beginning to lift it.
Fortunately, she cooperated, raising her arms to allow him to smoothly pull the fishnet undershirt over her head. But when Saiki's hands reached for the bra confining her massive "white rabbits," she finally spoke up.
"Saiki... let me do it myself."
Initially, Tsume knew this was wrong. The last time they engaged in dual cultivation, it had been a desperate measure to save his life!
But under Saiki's relentless kisses and pleading gaze, her resolve crumbled. A thought formed in her mind—one that she would find absolutely mortifying if she were fully rational.
"We've already done it once anyway. Doing it one more time won't change anything. If I just let him have his way and realize it's no big deal, maybe he'll stop pestering me. I don't want to break his heart by rejecting him again." She used this logic to convince herself to surrender.
"Yes! Yes! Good!" Her proactive offer made Saiki so excited he agreed three times in rapid succession.
Seeing Saiki so thrilled and expectant made Tsume lower her head shyly, though an inexplicable flutter of joy bloomed in her chest—perhaps simply the happiness of being desired by such an outstanding young man.
She reached behind her back. With a soft click, she undid the clasp. The confined "rabbits" instantly bounced free.
"Sensei, you are so beautiful," Saiki sighed, his praise entirely genuine. While not quite as majestic as Tsunade the "Dairy Cow," her size and shape were absolutely perfect.
Faced with Saiki's compliment, Tsume initially wanted to scold him, but after a moment's thought, she held her tongue.
"Sensei Tsume, can I touch them?" Once again, his mouth asked for permission while his hands moved independently. He reached out and grasped one of the massive "white rabbits," which was far too large for him to hold with a single hand.
This kind of behavior would normally make someone want to roll their eyes in exasperation, but Tsume ultimately said nothing. Just as she had rationalized earlier—she had already been touched before. She had nothing left to lose. She simply let Saiki do as he pleased.
Soon, Tsume found herself pushed back onto the bed. Saiki buried his face in the twin mounds of softness, his hands constantly molding and kneading the pale, heavy flesh. She endured his tasting and sucking, her arms wrapped around his head, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to endure the electrifying stimulation. She surrendered completely to his bullying.
After a thorough tasting, sensing that Tsume was fully aroused and ready, Saiki decided enough was enough. The appetizers were finished; the main course was waiting.
Saiki released the "cherry" from his lips. Tsume looked up at him, her eyes hazy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Sensei, I'm going to continue," Saiki said, his voice still incredibly gentle.
Hearing this, Tsume knew exactly what he was going to do next, but she didn't know how to respond. She simply released her grip on his head, slightly turned her face away, and answered him with silence.
Seeing her reaction, Saiki smiled faintly. No refusal meant consent.
Saiki didn't hesitate. He untied the drawstring of her pants, grabbed the waistband along with her panties, and pulled them down. To Saiki's delight, his teacher cooperated perfectly, lifting her hips slightly to allow him to strip her completely bare without a hitch.
The dark, damp patch at the crotch of her panties was undeniable proof that she was more than ready. Saiki tossed the garment aside and quickly stripped off his own clothes.
Once Saiki was naked, Tsume, who had been looking away, turned her head back. Her eyes were filled with a mix of embarrassment and apprehension.
In truth, she was deeply bewildered by how Saiki had developed. For a boy his age... if his partner weren't a mature woman like her, how could a normal young girl possibly endure him?
Saiki knelt between her legs. He gently separated her knees, positioning her in an 'M' shape. He moved away the small hands she had instinctively used to cover her modesty out of embarrassment. He aligned his "gear-shifter," rubbing and probing the entrance a few times, ready to launch at any moment.
Last time, Tsume had been the female driver in control. This time, the young driver was taking the wheel.
The series of preparations before "launch" caused both of their breathing to accelerate with excitement. The temperature in the earthen cabin no longer felt cold.
Even though this was their second time, seeing Tsume biting her lip in nervous anticipation, Saiki offered one final warning: "Sensei, I'm going in!"
Hearing this, as if suddenly remembering something crucial, she panicked slightly. She reached out and pressed her hands against Saiki's lower abdomen, blushing furiously as she said, "Saiki... this is the absolute last time. After tonight, you have to forget all of this."
Once a woman experiences the first and second times, there will inevitably be a third, and countless times after that. But since Tsume had laid down the law, Saiki knew that if he agreed, he might still have opportunities in the future, but they would be much harder to secure. The best option was simply not to agree. Therefore, Saiki launched his offensive.
The riverbed had long since flooded, muddy and incredibly slick. Saiki thrust his hips forcefully forward, shoving all her protests back down her throat, leaving only a long, breathy moan to escape her lips.
Once the car was on the road, Saiki leaned forward slightly, gripping her waist, and began to accelerate.
The road was muddy, rugged, and incredibly narrow. With every powerful thrust, Saiki slammed against her "plump peaches," creating a rhythmic, echoing smack-smack-smack.
At first, she managed to bite her lip, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly in a desperate bid to suppress her moans. But as Saiki's speed increased, she could no longer hold back. Her lips parted, and fragmented, breathy whimpers began to escape.
This was a critical battle. Saiki knew he had to win here if he wanted to claim her "private car" for himself. The more she tried to endure, the faster the motor in Saiki's hips spun.
"Sai... Saiki... gentler... slow down... ahhh!" Faced with Saiki's full-throttle assault, the thoroughly stimulated Tsume finally broke. She threw a hand over her mouth, yet the muffled, agonizingly sweet cries slipping through her fingers only drove Saiki into a deeper frenzy.
Saiki pumped his hips relentlessly. However, Tsume failed to notice that while her mouth begged him to slow down, her plump hips were unconsciously rising to meet his every thrust, encouraging him to drive deeper and conquer more territory, battering her womb over and over again.
As if an invisible audience were applauding the match, the rhythmic smack-smack-smack of colliding flesh echoed endlessly within the small earthen cabin.
Unconsciously, Tsume's long legs wrapped tightly around Saiki's waist. Saiki no longer needed to hold her hips; freeing his hands, he reached up to play with the massive, soft mounds on her chest, savoring their weight and elasticity.
After enjoying the scalding, narrow embrace of her body through his rapid thrusts, Saiki didn't forget his primary objective tonight. Tonight wasn't just about pleasure; it was about forcing her to accept his permanent presence in her life.
He leaned down fully, crushing her "white rabbits" flat against his chest. He slid his arms under her armpits and gripped her shoulders, securing maximum leverage.
He launched an even more powerful, devastating barrage of thrusts. Tsume's legs clamped around his waist with vice-like desperation, and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, holding onto him for dear life as she endured the punishing impacts. Despite her best efforts, a sound akin to a soft, weeping sob escaped her nose.
"Nngh... ah... Sai... Saiki... slower..." Feeling as though she were about to break apart in the delirium of pleasure, Tsume begged the boy clinging to her for mercy.
However, her pleas were useless; they only excited him further. While maintaining his relentless pace, Saiki leaned into her ear, panting heavily. "Sensei... how does it feel? Do you like it? Are you happy when you're with me?"
Saiki's whispered questions cut through the overwhelming tide of pleasure, restoring a fraction of Tsume's rationality. Not only did she refuse to answer him, but she also clamped her mouth shut, refusing to make another sound.
After a few more heavy thrusts, Saiki noticed her sudden silence. Frustrated by her refusal to admit the truth, he abruptly stopped his movements entirely after a few final, grinding pushes.
Though her mouth refused to admit she liked it, her body had been constantly rising to meet him. Out of sheer momentum, Tsume's hips bucked upward a few more times in search of contact. It took several empty thrusts before her pleasure-addled brain realized something was wrong. Snapping back to reality, she was instantly overwhelmed by a dizzying, bewildered shame, having no idea what to do.
Saiki had no intention of letting her off the hook. He whispered low into her ear, "Sensei Tsume, if you like it, say it out loud. Scream it. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'll give you everything you want."
Being teased like this by Saiki caused the deeply embarrassed Tsume to smack him lightly on the back. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Saiki lifted his upper body, looking directly into her dazed, misty eyes, and spoke with absolute seriousness. "Sensei, tell me the truth. Are you really not happy? Do you really not feel joy when you're with me?"
Subjected to his intense scrutiny, Tsume's heart was in absolute chaos. She didn't know how to answer him. She could feel the boy's deadly earnestness. Ultimately, she could only avert her eyes and turn her face away.
However, Saiki wasn't about to let her escape. This was the moment she was most vulnerable and confused—the best possible opportunity to force her to accept her true desires.
He cupped her face with both hands, forcing her to look back at him, and pressed on. "Sensei Tsume, answer me. Is it really that hard for you to admit that being with me makes you happy?"
"Saiki, please... don't ask me that," she replied softly. Her heart was a tangled mess; the normally brash, wild, and outspoken woman was gone, replaced by a hesitant, vulnerable voice.
"Sensei, I just want you to accept your true self! Accept your own happiness!" Saiki said, his tone incredibly gentle.
If he relied on the power of dual cultivation, Saiki could easily plunge her into an abyss of pure lust, making her confess everything he wanted to hear.
But from the very beginning until now, aside from some minor tactics to heighten her physical need, Saiki had relied entirely on pure, unadulterated physical intimacy. He desperately wanted her to confront her own heart honestly.
Tsume didn't answer him, choosing silence instead. Because answering him meant completely and utterly betraying her husband—from her body to her soul. Even though the betrayal had already occurred, as long as she didn't speak the words aloud, she could pretend it wasn't real.
Seeing her inner turmoil, Saiki decided not to push her any further. Making her body remember this intense joy was enough for now. As long as this pleasure existed, the bond between them would never be broken.
"I'm sorry, Sensei. I shouldn't have asked," Saiki apologized.
Still struggling internally, Tsume hadn't expected Saiki to back down and apologize. She looked at him, wanting to say something, but before she could, Saiki lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss. No more words were needed; everything was conveyed in that single, passionate embrace.
Faced with his demanding kiss, Tsume slowly began to respond to his heat. Saiki's hips began to move again. Gradually, her legs wrapped back around his waist, her plump peaches rising and falling to meet his thrusts, and her arms circled his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Unknowingly, the two achieved a perfect communion of body and soul. Finally, amidst the passionate, forceful impacts, they reached the absolute peak simultaneously, experiencing a profound explosion of joy and bliss.
Although Tsume never vocally answered his question, when Saiki's young, vibrant seeds once again flooded the fertile soil of her womb, the question had already been undeniably answered.