The light in the living room was dim and amber. On the sofa, two bodies with pale skin flushed a deep rose lay tightly entwined.
Saiki looked down at the sleeping Kushina in his arms. She was completely limp, her red hair damp with sweat and clinging to her brow and cheeks. Her breathing was shallow and even, her face still carrying the lingering glow of her climax. A few physiological tears still hung from her eyelashes. After being so proactive and cooperative tonight, she had fallen into a deep slumber the moment the waves receded, her body and spirit entirely spent.
He carefully lifted her in a bridal carry, his bare feet padding across the cool floor toward the bedroom. His movements were liquid, terrified of waking her.
Inside the bedroom, only a small nightlight was on, bathing the room in a gentle, golden glow. Saiki laid Kushina softly on the bed and pulled a thin sheet over her naked, glistening body. She nuzzled the pillow unconsciously, letting out a tiny, kitten-like whimper, but she didn't wake.
Saiki stood by the bed, watching her for a long moment. Moonlight filtered through the window, silvering the edges of her peaceful face. Without her usual vivacity and defenses, she looked heartbreakingly soft and fragile—the kind of woman a man would want to shield forever.
A pang of guilt pricked his heart. By all rights, he should have stayed to hold her through the night. After being gone for so long, he should have let her wake up in his arms.
But he couldn't.
Because that afternoon in the Hokage's office, he had promised Tsunade that he would be at her estate tonight.
Saiki let out a soft sigh. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kushina's forehead, whispering, "Goodnight."
He stepped back into the living room and wove several hand signs. Sage energy swirled in his palms.
"Flower Body Jutsu."
A flurry of petals swept through the room, and a white afterimage identical to his form solidified in the air. This was a clone created through the Hana Hana no Mi ability and Sage energy. While it didn't possess his full combat power, it was more than enough for basic protection, could share sensory data, and would last for a long time.
"Watch over her," Saiki told the clone. "Notify me instantly if anything changes."
The clone nodded silently and sat on the sofa like a silent guardian. Saiki took one last look at the bedroom door before slipping out into the night, his silhouette vanishing into the shadows.
By the time Saiki reached Tsunade's home, the night was deep. He pushed open the courtyard gate and entered the main house, met immediately by the warmth of the lights and the aroma of home-cooked food.
Shizune was just walking out of the kitchen with the final dish. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. "Saiki! You're back!"
"Mm." Saiki began to change his shoes. "Where's Tsunade?"
"Lady Tsunade is still at the Hokage Building finishing some paperwork, but she said she'd be back any minute." Shizune set the plate on the table, her face etched with worry. "The war is over, yet she's still so busy..."
Saiki glanced at the table—three dishes and a soup. Simple home cooking, but prepared with meticulous care. The miso soup was steaming, the tempura was golden and crispy, and the stew smelled heavenly.
"Thank you for your hard work," Saiki said.
Shizune smiled warmly. "It's nothing. You're the one who worked hard fighting on the front lines."
Shortly after they sat down, the gate creaked open. Tsunade entered the room. She looked genuinely exhausted—her robes were slightly wrinkled, and her golden twin-tails weren't as neat as usual. However, there was a faint flush on her face.
The moment her eyes landed on Saiki at the table, they ignited with a brilliant light, and the flush on her cheeks deepened.
"You're home?" her voice was soft, carrying a hint of uncharacteristic tenderness.
"Mm," Saiki stood up. "Just in time for dinner."
Tsunade nodded, discarded her haori, washed her hands, and joined them. The atmosphere was quiet. Tsunade wasn't talkative, and Shizune was naturally reserved, leaving Saiki to fill the gaps with a few words.
Sweeping his gaze over Tsunade, Saiki could feel the joy she was trying to hide. Although she kept her greetings brief, the relaxed curve of her brow and the way her eyes shimmered whenever she looked at him betrayed her true mood.
After dinner, Shizune proactively began to clear the table. Tsunade leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples before looking at Saiki. "How did today... go?"
The question was vague, but Saiki understood—she was asking about his time with Kushina.
"It went well," he replied simply.
Tsunade nodded and didn't press further. She stood up and spoke to Shizune in the kitchen. "Shizune, get some sleep after your bath. You have to help at the hospital tomorrow."
"Yes, Lady Tsunade!" Shizune chirped.
Tsunade turned and headed for the second floor. Saiki followed. At the top of the stairs, she glanced back at him, a flicker of bashfulness in her eyes, but she said nothing and entered the master bedroom.
Saiki went to his own room. Soon, he heard the sound of the shower—Shizune was bathing. A while later, the water stopped, and Shizune walked down the hall in her pajamas. She blushed when she saw Saiki standing in the corridor, whispered a quick "Goodnight," and scurried into her room.
A few more minutes passed before Tsunade emerged from the master bedroom wrapped in a towel—she had clearly used the ensuite bath. Her wet blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, and droplets of water trailed down her collarbone into the depths of the towel. The fabric was cinched tight over her massive chest, exposing a vast expanse of snowy skin and her long, shapely legs. In the dim hallway light, she radiated an intoxicating, mature luster.
Seeing Saiki, she paused. Her face reddened, but she forced herself to walk toward him. Saiki reached out to pull her into a hug, but she pressed a hand against his chest to stop him.
"Go bathe first," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I'll wait for you in the room."
Saiki smiled at her bashfulness. "Alright."
He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her lips before heading for the bathroom. Tsunade let out a breath of relief, but her heart was hammering against her ribs. She hurried back into her bedroom, leaned against the door, and covered her burning face.
Honestly... we've done it so many times. Why am I still so nervous?
Saiki showered quickly and headed upstairs wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Only the bedside lamp was on, casting an amber, erotic glow over the room.
Tsunade was sitting on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in her towel, her hands clasped nervously over her knees. Her body stiffened at the sound of the door.
Saiki found her reaction adorable. He walked over and sat beside her. Suddenly, Tsunade took a deep breath, turned, and shoved him back onto the bed!
The move was so sudden that Saiki was caught off guard, his body sinking into the plush mattress. He blinked, only to see Tsunade hike up her towel and straddle him. The fabric loosened, exposing even more of her luscious, creamy skin. Her face was now a complete sunset of red—even her ears and neck were pink—but her gaze was absolute.
"Sister Tsunade?" Saiki arched an eyebrow.
"Shut... shut up." Tsunade's voice shook, but she was determined.
She leaned down and captured his lips. The kiss was unpracticed and forceful, as if she were carrying out a grueling military mission. Her tongue clumsily entered his mouth, dancing without a plan, her teeth occasionally clashing against his lips.
Saiki didn't move, allowing her to "ravage" him while his hands found her waist.
After a few minutes, Tsunade lifted her head, her breathing ragged. She looked into Saiki's smiling eyes and snapped, "What are you laughing at?!"
"Nothing," Saiki said, stroking her cheek. "I just think you're incredibly cute."
The compliment made her blush even harder. She bit her lip and put on a stern face. "This is... this is your reward for your service on the front lines. Don't... don't read into it!"
Saiki's smirk widened. "Just a reward?"
"O-Of course!" Tsunade blustered, but her trembling voice betrayed her.
Saiki's hand slid to her waist and gave a light tug. The knot of the towel came undone. The cloth fell away, revealing her entirely naked, magnificent body. Her 硕大丰满 (massive, full) breasts stood proud, their nipples already erect and hard. Her narrow yet fleshy waist gave way to a flat stomach and long, pale legs. Her completely hairless mound was exposed to the light. Every inch of her radiated a terminal, mature temptation.
Tsunade instinctively tried to cover herself, but Saiki caught her wrists.
"Don't hide," he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative register. "Let me look at you properly."
Tsunade bit her lip and finally surrendered, allowing his gaze to roam freely over her body. She could feel her skin heating up wherever his eyes landed.
Saiki's palms moved up her thighs, sliding over her sensitive hips before cupping her heavy, soft breasts. He began to knead them gently, his thumbs rolling over the erect peaks.
"Mm..." Tsunade let out a soft moan, her body shivering.
"If this is a reward," Saiki whispered, his voice full of seductive power, "shouldn't I be the one to decide how to collect it?"
Tsunade was beyond words. She closed her eyes and gave a shallow nod.
Saiki flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. This time, he didn't hold back. He bypassed all the testing and launched straight into a passionate, total possession.
The sheer fulfillment of the union made Tsunade's nails rake across Saiki's back, digging into his muscles. Every woman he was with loved to scratch him; fortunately, Saiki's body was reinforced and elastic, otherwise his back would be a permanent map of scars.
"Don't... don't be so... forceful..."
Soon, Tsunade was breathless, her voice trembling as she begged for mercy.
"Fine. Then get on your knees!" Saiki whispered, nibbling her ear and blowing softly.
"Mm!" Tsunade replied with a submissive hum, her face a mask of scarlet.
With a wet pop, Saiki withdrew. Tsunade used her powerful arms to brace herself, her eyes fixed on Saiki's towering "confidence." Despite her shame, she turned around and lowered her chest to the bed, getting on all fours and jutting her white, round, fleshy peach high into the air.
Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen her like this, the sight of the world's strongest woman proactively submitting still set Saiki's blood on fire.
But he didn't lunge in immediately. He suppressed his excitement and pressed his body against her back slowly.
Tsunade expected him to pounce like a starving wolf, but she didn't get the immediate, soul-tearing fulfillment she wanted. Instead, she felt Saiki grinding and lingering at the entrance, as if he were hesitating to enter her garden. He was teasing her, leaving her in a state of agonizing suspense.
At first, she endured it, but soon the emptiness and the "ant-like" crawling sensation inside her became too much. Her breathing turned into frantic pants, and her skin was a burning red.
"What... what are you doing?" Tsunade looked back over her shoulder, her amber eyes watery and breathless, looking devastatingly beautiful.
"Ah, Sister, do you want it? If you want it, you have to say it," Saiki replied with a fake look of innocence.
Tsunade knew his nature too well. One look at his face and she knew exactly what game he was playing. Under normal circumstances, she would have roared in fury and ended the night right there. But two years of pressure, longing, and Saiki's ultimate sacrifice for her had broken her pride.
Despite her intense shame, she spoke in a small, coy voice: "Hurry... it hurts. I need you."
"Aah!" Even though it wasn't the perfect "scripted" answer he wanted, the fact that Tsunade had humbled herself that far made Saiki explode with excitement.
"Nngh!" Tsunade hurriedly covered her mouth as he drove himself home. The sensation of being instantly filled and stretched to the limit was like a shock to her soul. Her head spun, and her eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure hit.
But covering her mouth was useless. Under his hurricane-like assault, she was like a small boat tossed on a violent sea. Her composure shattered as she began to break apart.
Between her whimpering cries, the room was filled with the rhythmic clapping of flesh on flesh and the groan of the bedframe struggling under the weight of their passion.
By the time the storm subsided, it was late into the night. Tsunade was a puddle in Saiki's arms, her body soaked with sweat. She didn't have the strength left to move a single finger. The aftershocks of her multiple climaxes were still rippling through her system, leaving her in a dazed, floating state of satisfaction.
Saiki held her, his hand gently stroking her smooth back to help her breathing level out.
After a long while, Tsunade finally came back to reality. She buried her face in his chest, her voice a muffled, weary rasp. "Thank you..."
"For what?" Saiki kissed the top of her head.
"For everything," she whispered. "Holding the village alone for two years... it was so hard. I was so tired. But now that you're back, the weight is gone. I feel... more relaxed than I've ever been."
Her voice grew even lower as she drifted toward sleep. "So relaxed..."
Saiki pulled her tighter. "I'm happy to serve. Whenever you need to 'relax,' I'm always available."
The double-meaning made Tsunade's ears turn pink. She gave his chest a weak, playful thump. "You little pervert..."
But there was no bite in her voice, only a sweet, exhausted affection.
"Sleep," Saiki said. "There's a lot of work to do tomorrow."
"Mm..." Tsunade's response was a slurred mumble.
She adjusted herself to get even closer to him, her arms and legs wrapping around him like a koala. A few seconds later, her breathing became slow and deep.
Saiki looked at her sleeping face. Without the Hokage's majesty or the Senju pride, she looked remarkably peaceful and soft. Her blonde hair was a mess on the pillow, several locks sticking to her damp cheeks. She had a tiny smile on her lips, and she'd occasionally nuzzle his chest like a pampered cat.
He pulled the sheet over them both, holding her securely. Outside, the moonlight silvered the floor, and the village of Konoha finally fell into a deep, victorious sleep.