The two locked eyes. Seeing the hesitation and silence in Tsunade's gaze, Saiki knew his moment had arrived!
He leaned down, determined to capture her lips and conquer both her body and her soul.
Then—SLAP!
Before Saiki could press his lips to hers, Tsunade's palm connected with his cheek, leaving him momentarily dazed.
"I... I didn't mean to..." Tsunade explained frantically, likely reacting on pure, subconscious instinct.
Seeing her panicked expression, Saiki could only swallow his grievance.
However, he wasn't about to let it slide. He intended to collect interest on that slap. He leaned down again and pressed his lips firmly against Tsunade's red mouth.
"Mmph..." Although her heart had begun to accept him, Tsunade still offered a shred of resistance to the kiss. Her small hands braced against Saiki's chest, pushing him back with a restless, albeit weak, effort.
Tsunade's lips were shy and soft, but Saiki forced his way through. Her tightly clenched teeth eventually pried open under his persistent invasion.
Their previous encounter had been so hurried that Saiki had almost forgotten the taste of her mouth. As his tongue burst inside, he began to greedily drink her sweet saliva, savoring every inch of her tongue.
Tsunade whimpered, her fists rhythmically thumping against his shoulders, but she didn't shove him away. Her eyes drifted shut, allowing him to bully her as he pleased; she wasn't actively reciprocating, yet her submission felt even more intense than an embrace.
Seeing this, Saiki was overjoyed. This was her silent consent.
In their previous two sessions of Dual Cultivation, they had been too rushed, and Saiki had been too focused on venting his lust after waking up. This time, he was determined to show Tsunade the true heights of pleasure and make her fall for him completely.
As the kiss deepened, Tsunade's responses became clumsy but willing. The hands that had been pushing against his chest eventually moved to wrap around his neck.
Saiki withdrew his arms from her waist, no longer fearing she would run, and began to roam his hands over her breathtaking curves. He traced the line of her slender waist upward until he reached his favorite destination.
He had seen her naked before, and while her "White Tiger" mound was enticing, the most "wicked" part of her was undoubtedly the twin mounds of softness on her chest.
As he cupped them, Saiki felt nothing but silky perfection. His hands were simply too small to encompass them; even using both palms, he couldn't fully scale a single snowy peak.
Their unprecedented size was one thing, but their elasticity and texture rivaled that of a young maiden. With a slight squeeze, the soft flesh spilled over his fingers.
Feeling her most precious area being violated again, Tsunade let out a series of muffled whimpers—it was hard to tell if she was complaining or if she wanted him to squeeze harder.
Perhaps deep down, she still felt a shred of resentment regarding their relationship, but she could no longer control her own body.
Her mature, ripened frame was so sensitive that Saiki's lightest touch caused her to overflow with moisture, even after she had already reached her limit three times earlier.
"Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger" was an understatement for the legendary Sannin!
Saiki didn't care about her internal conflict. Seeing her slender waist twist in a dance of "wanting yet refusing," he kept up the pressure with both his mouth and his hands. His own hips began to exert force.
As Saiki ramped up the intensity, Tsunade's legs once again instinctively locked around his waist, as if urging him on.
While Saiki and Tsunade were locked in their heat-filled battle, Kushina, in the room across the hall, suddenly snapped her eyes open and sat up in bed. Fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
Startled awake, Kushina realized her nightgown was slightly damp with perspiration.
She wasn't panicked; since the Nine-Tails had been sealed, she rarely had a peaceful night's sleep. Having slept all day, waking up now was perfectly normal.
In fact, after Saiki had suppressed the fox earlier that day, her mental state was actually better than it had been in years.
"Phew..." she let out a long, weary sigh.
At the exact same moment in the next room, Saiki also took a deep breath and let out a long, ragged exhale.
His tongue had been relentlessly demanding her nectar. Now that he had released her mouth, Tsunade's chest was heaving as she struggled to draw air. Her eyes were glazed and wandering, her mind still lost in the haze of Saiki's passionate assault.
Recovering a shred of breath, Tsunade looked up at Saiki with a dazed expression that seemed to ask, "Why did you stop?"
Tempted by her alluring, lust-filled confusion, Saiki nearly lost his mind and lunged for another three hundred rounds. But he held himself back.
Looking at Tsunade, he whispered with a hint of hesitation, "Sister Tsunade, could you... could you get up on your hands and knees for me?"
Tsunade, still a bit foggy, didn't immediately process what he was asking. But as the realization hit, her face turned a violent shade of crimson. "Scum! What the hell are you thinking?!" she hissed.
Missionary was great, but with a body as perfect as Tsunade's, Saiki desperately wanted to experience other sensations. The thought of her narrow waist and massive, round ass in a "wheelbarrow" or "rear-entry" position was enough to set his blood on fire.
Despite her cold scolding, she turned her head away and didn't maintain her glare, which Saiki took as a green light.
With a wet squelch, the two of them were fully exposed to the air.
There were no lights on, but the pale moonlight filtering through the window allowed Saiki to admire the mountain-and-valley contours of Tsunade's exquisite body.
"Sister Tsunade!" Saiki whispered. He gripped her narrow waist, flipped her over onto her stomach, and then used his strength to hoist her hips high into the air.
Tsunade's knees were lifted from the mattress, leaving her midsection suspended. Instinctively, she braced her upper body with her arms, and her long legs were forced to fold until she was kneeling on the bed in a submissive, arched posture.
Being manipulated like a doll made Tsunade realize how shameful this position was. She whipped her head around to glare at Saiki, her mouth opening to curse him.
But Saiki was already upon her. He breached her defenses with effortless ease, slamming back into her heart. The reprimand dying in her throat transformed into a soul-melting wail of surrender.
Without giving her a chance to struggle, Saiki launched a deeper, more aggressive assault that left her vision swimming.
Faced with Saiki's "bullying," Tsunade took the concept of "playing hard to get" to its logical extreme. Her cries echoed through the room. Her slender waist dipped low, her voluptuous, heavy peaches were arched high toward the ceiling, and her pale neck snapped back in a fragile curve.
Compared to missionary, Saiki could now truly feel the thrill of conquest. Looking down, he could see her snowy, massive buttocks jutting out. He gripped her waist with both hands, riding her with a rhythmic, pounding intensity.
Her mouth spilled a constant stream of arousing moans. Her fleshy, white ass bucked and grinded back against him in a secret act of cooperation. As Tsunade reached her peak, Saiki freed his hands to roam over her shaking mounds, savoring the sheer volume and bouncy texture of her flesh.
Tsunade's body rocked forward and back, her charm fully on display. She begged for mercy between her cries, but Saiki ignored her; the more she pleaded, the more he gave her exactly what she needed.
Just as Tsunade was about to break, the sharp click of a door opening echoed from the hallway outside.
The sudden sound caused Saiki and Tsunade to freeze instantly.
Is Kushina still awake?
The thought raced through Saiki's mind, making his heart skip a beat.
But for Tsunade, who was already on the verge of collapse, that sound was the final trigger. Her body began to shake, convulse, and contract in a violent spasm as her internal floodgates burst open.
Compared to Saiki, Tsunade was mortified by the thought of being caught.
But in that exact moment, Saiki felt a surge of unprecedented excitement. Ignoring the risk, he began to vent his desires into her with a manic, localized frenzy.
Tsunade's heart was in her throat. She tried to push back against him with one hand while crawling forward with the other, desperate to escape, but Saiki's grip on her shoulders was a vice. There was no escape.
With a final, guttural roar, Saiki used the last of his strength to tackle Tsunade flat against the bed.
Tsunade's head snapped back, her white, elegant neck straining as she held her breath. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth open in a silent gasp as she took in the cool air.
They lay there, listening to the sound of Kushina walking downstairs, before Tsunade finally dared to breathe in deep, ragged lunges.
In reality, Tsunade had forgotten that her room was protected by a one-way soundproofing barrier—no one outside could hear them, though they could hear everything in the hallway.
Regardless, Kushina's sudden wakefulness and Tsunade's absolute terror had given Saiki an experience unlike anything he had ever known.