A young man's love is always so fiery, while a mature woman's love is gentle, nourishing, and all-encompassing.
However, Saiki's love came like a violent hurricane, strike after strike of nourishment.
He thoroughly irrigated Tsunade's parched, fertile soil that had been dry for two years, allowing her to radiate a completely new vitality.
They worked tirelessly and hard in their "farming," their eyes full of tender affection.
They wiped the sweat of their labors from each other's faces, and as they gasped for air, they drank from each other's nectar to quench their thirst.
A youth paired with a mature woman—one at an age where he could drill a hole through a wall, the other at an age of peak sexual hunger—they were a perfect match.
With wave after wave of plowing, amidst high-pitched, resonant cries, the mountain floods finally erupted.
The warrior was battered and bloodied in his charge, surrendering his essence to the depths.
Saiki held Tsunade in a death grip, as if trying to merge her voluptuous, soft, and sweat-drenched body into his own.
Her massive white breasts were flattened into broad mounds, overflowing from the sides of his chest.
Even in this state, Saiki braced his toes against the bed, driving his body downward with every ounce of strength.
Even though Tsunade had reached her absolute limit, he still wanted to provide her with more "fulfillment."
Tsunade's hands were locked around Saiki's neck, the back of her head pressed hard into the mattress.
Her glamorous red lips were parted, exhaling puffs of hot, fragrant breath, and her pupils had begun to lose focus.
However, her flat lower abdomen instinctively pulsed and contracted, making the veins on Saiki's neck bulge.
Tsunade's "internal methods" were truly legendary.
Her pale, fleshy thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist; if Saiki's body weren't reinforced, she would have crushed his ribs.
They lay locked together, savoring the sweat-slicked satisfy that follows such intense labor.
It took a long time for their skyrocketing body temperatures and heart rates to slowly descend.
Their faces rubbed together, Saiki's cheek brushing against Tsunade's soft skin.
Having already spent a great deal of energy on Kushina, Saiki really didn't want to move anymore.
However, when he lifted his head and saw Tsunade's misty, lust-filled eyes, he knew his mission wasn't over.
Two years of cultivation had perfectly consolidated his foundation, and Saiki's matured body was undeniably powerful.
But to make Kushina pass out earlier, he had expended a significant amount of stamina.
Even if his body could keep fighting, his mind was entering "Sage Mode"—a biological self-protection reflex of his still-youthly frame.
If he utilized his Dual Cultivation abilities, Saiki could be even stronger, but he didn't want to do that tonight.
After two years apart, they needed to feel each other's raw, unaugmented love.
Kushina had the Uzumaki constitution, possessing a life-force so strong she survived a Tailed Beast extraction.
Tsunade was a Senju; while she didn't have Hashirama's signless regeneration, her bloodline and the Strength of a Hundred gave her monstrous vitality.
Greedy Saiki was bearing a level of pressure that no boy his age should ever have to face.
Even so, even while gritting his teeth and fighting back tears of exhaustion, he steeled himself to continue. This was his choice.
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and Tsunade cooperated, opening her mouth to meet him with her tongue.
After a comforting kiss, the usually unromantic Saiki managed a compliment: "Sister Tsunade, you're incredible!"
Faced with such blatant praise, the flush on Tsunade's face deepened even further.
Surprisingly, she wasn't angry; she responded with a bashful, almost coy tone: "Oh, you... you'll be the death of me! What kind of nonsense are you saying?"
Saiki smiled at her reaction, kissed her red lips again, and smirked wickedly.
"Sister, you get on top and move for a bit. My lower back is starting to feel a little sore."
Hearing this, Tsunade gave him a massive, exaggerated roll of her eyes.
Even though she had already come once, for someone of Tsunade's constitution, the fire had only just been lit.
What does Saiki mean by that? Is he actually tired? she wondered, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Knowing he had just returned from the Holy Land and had traveled far, Tsunade hesitated.
"If you're tired, let's just rest. We don't have to keep going," she said tentatively.
She looked so adorable in her concern that Saiki burst out laughing.
Pfft!
His laughter made Tsunade's face burn with mortification.
She realized that Saiki had seen right through her hesitation.
Ever since their relationship turned intimate, Tsunade could never get the upper hand; Saiki always found a way to take advantage of her.
She put on a mask of fake annoyance. "You little brat, don't get too full of yourself! I'll..."
Her threats were cut short as her mouth was stuffed again, leaving her only able to make muffled, whining noises.
Tsunade's heart was "hard on the outside, soft on the inside"; she just needed a graceful way to surrender.
Saiki leaned into her ear, biting the lobe gently as he whispered, "Sister Tsunade, don't be shy. I love seeing you shake on top of me."
Hearing such words, Tsunade's heart hammered against her ribs. She couldn't meet his burning gaze and looked away.
Saiki simply hugged her and rolled to the side, flipping their positions so Tsunade was pinned beneath him no longer—she was now sitting atop him.
Seeing the expectant look in his eyes, Tsunade finally suppressed her shame.
She braced her hands on his chest and shifted into a kneeling-seated position.
As if to confirm his desire, she looked at Saiki's face one last time. He looked hungry.
She bit her lower lip, affecting a look of reluctance, and began to sway her voluptuous, soft waist.
She moved forward and back, then began to grind in slow, agonizing circles.
As she found her rhythm, Tsunade couldn't help but arch her neck back, her face melting into an expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Saiki didn't need to give her directions; since she had been the "driver" so many times while he was unconscious, she was a veteran of this position.
She began a vigorous rise and fall, her movements steady and powerful.
Watching those majestic white breasts bouncing violently before his eyes, Saiki was mesmerized.
He reached up and cupped them, providing support for the heavy weight.
He began to massage the soft mounds, trying to soothe their "angry" bouncing.
Perhaps because her entire weight was focused on a single point, Tsunade's impacts were incredibly heavy.
Before Saiki could finish "playing" with the white rabbits, a sharp cry escaped Tsunade's throat.
Her body began to quiver and go limp.
Two years without a husband's touch had made her far more sensitive than Saiki had anticipated.
Seeing her collapse, Saiki took the initiative again. He thrust his hips upward, sending Tsunade falling backward.
Taking advantage of her post-orgasmic sensitivity, he launched an even more ferocious assault.
The hyper-sensitive Tsunade broke down instantly, weeping with pleasure.
By the time Saiki finally exhausted himself, Tsunade had passed out with an ahegao expression on her face.
Even though she had the body of a mature woman, her face wore the blissfully happy expression of a young girl.