Looking back on her life, Tsume Inuzuka had always been fiercely competitive. From the time she was a little girl, she possessed the same resolute, unyielding wildness as her ninken partner, Kuromaru.
Of course, just as wolves adhere to the hierarchy of the pack, she respected the rules of her clan. She trained relentlessly from childhood, pushing herself to be the absolute best. When she came of age, she obeyed her family's arrangements and went on blind dates, eventually marrying a man she neither strongly loved nor disliked, and bore him children.
Once her maternity leave ended, the geopolitical situation between the nations had begun to destabilize. Having been raised on the "Will of Fire," she naturally returned to active duty.
Days turned into months. The global tension boiled over, and the Third Great Ninja War was constantly on the verge of full-scale eruption. She had fully prepared herself to die on the battlefield.
But after that one fateful night patrol, everything changed.
That night, a young boy had killed an enemy and failed to dispose of the corpse properly, leading her to discover a series of suspicious clues.
Later, through a twist of fate, she became the temporary captain of that very boy's squad. It was then she learned what the word "genius" truly meant. His excellence, which far surpassed anyone in his age group, forced her to admit her own inferiority. It also sparked an intense, undeniable curiosity within her regarding the boy.
For a grown woman to become intensely curious about a man—even if that man is just a young boy—is an incredibly dangerous thing.
In the missions that followed, whenever she felt despair in the face of overwhelmingly powerful enemies, the boy's brilliance continually left her in awe.
However, what truly embarrassed her was that during one of those missions, she was severely wounded. To treat her injuries, the boy had seen her completely naked.
As a ninja, getting injured in combat is a daily reality, and survival is the only priority; modesty between men and women is often discarded. Yet, that incident had undoubtedly planted a very unique, very foreign seed in her heart.
The daily grind and subsequent missions seemed to wash away those feelings. But during this current mission, the boy had suffered a critical injury while protecting her, and now he was the one who needed treatment.
Two life-saving debts had forged a profound, unbreakable bond between them. Although the method required to save him was unspeakably shameful, she had been willing.
But this time... this time was like opening Pandora's Box. It made her realize just how mind-meltingly ecstatic a woman could feel. It systematically shattered her bottom line—the fragile excuse she'd used to justify the act: "This is all just a medical treatment."
And right now, she felt that bottom line had completely, utterly disintegrated. She felt like a shameless harlot, crawling on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat, offering up her pale, plump, and heavy "peaches" to welcome the boy's "favor."
Her total submission provided Saiki with an overwhelming sense of conquering satisfaction.
"Sensei, here I come!" Saiki whispered his warning. He mounted the "horse" and drove his "spear" forward like a lunging dragon. In a single, brutal thrust, he pierced through every obstacle. The muddy, slick "road" only made his assault smoother, while the tight, winding resistance only amplified Saiki's savage pleasure.
"Nngh!" The sensation of being forcefully filled, the heavy impact, caused Tsume's elegant neck to arch backward. She couldn't suppress a long, low moan. Unconsciously, she sank her waist lower, tilting her pale, plump peaches as high as possible to better receive the incoming barrage.
In the flickering candlelight, their shadows danced against the earthen wall. The boy looked like a rider taming a wild mare, using her soft, pliant waist as his reins. With the strength of his hips and legs, he accelerated the brutal rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Smack! Smack!" The relentless, punishing impacts hammering directly against her womb finally broke her control. She screamed out in pleasure, matching his rhythm like a beautiful, untamed roan mare galloping wildly across the plains.
For a time, the small cabin was filled with unrestrained cries of ecstasy and the loud, echoing smack-smack-smack that sounded like a whip driving a horse faster.
It was indeed a whipping, but not with a leather crop. It was a very specialized kind of whipping—the sound of his hips colliding violently with her heavy, plump peaches over and over again.
After a long string of screaming "Ahhh's," her voice broke into a weeping, fragmented whimper—a helpless "Wu-wu, nngh-nngh."
After enduring the assault for a while longer, Tsume—now thoroughly lost in the abyss of pleasure—reached back and grabbed Saiki's forearms. Her grip was so desperate and powerful that if Saiki hadn't possessed an inhumanly tough physique, her nails would have dug deep into his flesh.
"Saiki... slower... gentler... nngh, ahhhh!" Her mouth whimpered and begged for mercy under his relentless "whipping," but her body told a completely different story. Whenever Saiki pulled back, her hips aggressively thrust backward to meet him; whenever he drove forward, she pushed against the impact, perfectly syncing their wild, galloping rhythm into an even deeper state of union.
Seeing that she had fully entered "the zone," Saiki released his grip on her waist, no longer needing his "reins" for leverage.
Her reaction satisfied Saiki immensely. Even when he stopped actively thrusting, Tsume automatically sought her "food." She twisted her waist and rocked her hips back and forth, rewarding herself while simultaneously soothing Saiki's ravenous hunger.
"Haaa..." Saiki let out a long, ragged breath. Watching her take the initiative, admiring her arched peaches, her desperately dipping waist, and the smooth, pale curve of her back, Saiki felt an indescribable sense of absolute satisfaction.
His hands moved up to cup the two massive halves of her peaches, roaming freely over the soft flesh. Watching her grind against him, Saiki couldn't help but ask loudly, "Sensei, do you like it?"
Saiki's question plunged her into momentary silence. Her blood-boiling, melodic moans ceased, though her body continued to work, rocking back and forth relentlessly.
It didn't matter if she didn't answer; Saiki had expected as much. The next sentence was the one that truly mattered.
"But Sensei... I love you. I love your body, I love the way you make me feel, and I love the person you are."
In a way, Saiki was being brutally honest. He was telling her plainly: he loved her soft, voluptuous body, and he loved her as a person. He didn't want to lie to her.
Between men and women, "love at first sight" is a complete myth. In the beginning, no matter how beautifully you dress up the reasons, you can never hide the fundamental truth—it's raw, physical lust.
What is true love?
True love is when two people weather the storms of life together, support each other through hardship, and still genuinely care for one another at the end of the day. That is love.
After Saiki finished speaking, Tsume's rocking motion stopped entirely. But Saiki tightened his grip on her peaches, driving his hips forward to resume the relentless pounding.
As he galloped, he thrust with such overwhelming force that Tsume's arms—already weak from the intense impacts—nearly gave out, almost causing her to collapse face-first onto the bed.
Enduring Saiki's punishing assault, she couldn't help but think to herself, "I'm just an old woman... why would a brilliant, outstanding boy like Saiki possibly love me?"
Just as a flicker of melancholic self-doubt entered her heart, Saiki's voice rang out again. "Sensei Tsume... please, give me a child. If you do, we can be together forever."
Saiki's words lacked logical cohesion, but from the raw emotion in his voice, Tsume could feel it—Saiki truly, deeply loved her. He didn't just want her body; he wanted her. He wanted her to bear his child so they could be bound together for eternity.
The boy's scorching, desperate affection caused a violent physical reaction within Tsume. After this final, all-out sprint, Saiki was also rapidly approaching his absolute limit. "Sensei! Give me your hands!"
Before Tsume could process what he wanted, Saiki leaned down and grabbed her wrists. With a slight flex of his terrifying strength, he hauled her up and pulled her into a tight, seated embrace.
One arm wrapped tightly around her lower abdomen, the other clamped onto one of her massive breasts. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and launched his final sprint, his hips slamming relentlessly against her soft, heavy peaches from below.
"Nngh-AAAHHH!!" Faced with Saiki's final, devastating charge, she couldn't take it anymore. She threw her head back, her hands reaching behind her to grab Saiki's legs as she gritted her teeth and endured the brutal impacts.
With a final, sharp wail, Tsume's body went into violent spasms. The "road" contracted to an impossibly narrow width, and the "dam" shattered, releasing a torrential flood of hot fluids.
"Sensei! I love you!" Saiki let out a low, guttural roar, holding her in a crushing embrace as his body shuddered violently.
"Haaa-AHHH!!" Her womb was flooded once again with his young, vibrant seeds. Tsume's head snapped back, her neck pressed hard against Saiki's shoulder. Her mouth hung open, gasping desperately for air as her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Slowly, she went completely limp in Saiki's arms. Drained of all strength, Saiki held her tightly as they collapsed together onto the bed.