When Saiki's mocking words landed, Konan's tears were replaced by a cold, burning glare.
She stared at the man who had just taken her purity with a gaze that wanted to rip him into a thousand pieces.
But Saiki only smiled.
He looked down at the mangled, pathetic Konan as if she were a piece of art he had broken and then glued back together for his own amusement.
"Playing silent with me?" he whispered, twining a wet lock of her hair around his finger. "You're far too naive."
Konan ground her teeth, her nails digging into her palms until she bled.
She hated him. She hated his cruelty. She hated her own body for responding to him.
She wanted to die.
But Saiki's next move made her entire body go rigid.
He reached out and tapped a specific pressure point on her chest.
"Ngh...!"
Konan felt a faint but precise surge of energy flood her system. The muscles she had wound tight with rage and shame instantly slackened. She went limp, unable to even twitch a finger.
What is he doing? Again?
A flash of terror crossed her eyes. She reflexively tried to shrink away.
But Saiki didn't attack her.
He scooped her up, carried her to the bedrolls, and laid her down gently.
He pulled the blanket over her naked, ravaged body, then lay down beside her and pulled her into his chest.
The gesture was so natural it looked like a routine they had practiced for years.
Konan stayed frozen in his arms, waiting for the next violation.
But nothing happened.
Saiki just held her, his eyes closing as his breathing became slow and deep.
He... fell asleep?
Konan was stunned.
the suffocating, aggressive aura that had blanketed the room was gone. It was replaced by a calm, even warm sense of security.
She could feel the heat of his chest. She could hear the steady drum of his heart. She could smell that clean, fresh scent on his skin.
The contrast made her hatred flicker.
She didn't understand.
This man had just brutally assaulted her, yet now he was holding her with a gentleness that bordered on affection.
What is he... thinking?
But soon, her confusion was swallowed by a tidal wave of grievance.
She had lost Yahiko. She had lost Nagato. She had lost the Akatsuki. She had lost her reason for breathing.
And now, she had even lost her body to this stranger.
And... during that session, he had... put everything inside.
What if she ended up pregnant?
The thought brought a fresh wave of tears, soaking the pillow.
She was just a girl who wanted to change the world with her friends, and now she was reduced to this.
As she wept, exhaustion finally caught up with her. The physical trauma, the emotional storm, and her long hunger combined to drag her into unconsciousness.
Before she drifted off, she felt the arm around her waist tighten slightly.
It felt like... an unconscious protective reflex.
When Konan woke, the room was bright.
Sunlight pierced the blinds, casting golden bars across the tatami.
She was still in Saiki's arms, the blanket tucked tightly around her. Saiki was awake, propping his head on one hand and watching her silently.
"Awake?" he asked. His voice was neutral.
Konan didn't answer. She turned her head away. She couldn't bear to look at him.
Saiki didn't care. He got up and dressed.
A few minutes later, he returned with a tray.
It was a simple breakfast: stir-fried mushrooms with meat, egg soup, pickles, and two bowls of rice.
The aroma was intoxicating.
"Eat," Saiki said, sitting down to start his own meal.
Konan stayed under the covers, unmoving.
She didn't want his charity.
But her body betrayed her—her stomach let out a loud, traitorous growl.
Saiki glanced at her, his eyes flat. "Do you want me to feed you?"
The threat was subtle but effective.
Konan bit her lip and struggled to sit up.
The blanket slid down, revealing her naked torso covered in red marks and love-bites.
She frantically pulled the covers back up, her face a mask of shame.
Saiki looked back at his rice, acting as if he hadn't seen anything.
Mei hesitated for a long time before wrapping herself in a sheet and scooting toward the table.
She was weak and her movements were slow, but she managed to pick up her chopsticks.
She took a small bite. It was just basic food, but to her starving system, it was ambrosia.
She ate slowly and with restraint, but her eyes kept drifting toward the plate of mushrooms.
Saiki noticed. He didn't say a word, just pushed the plate closer to her.
Her hand faltered for a microsecond.
But she said nothing and kept eating.
The meal ended in silence.
As Konan set down her bowl, she felt a glimmer of strength returning to her limbs. At least she could sit upright without shaking now.
Saiki cleared the table and stood up. "Let's go."
"Where?" Konan asked reflexively. She immediately regretted it.
"The Hidden Stone," Saiki replied.
He pulled a set of clean clothes from a scroll. Once she had dressed, he scooped her up.
"I can walk!" she gasped.
"You're too slow," Saiki said.
He carried her out, paid the bill, and left. The owner gave them a suggestive look, which Saiki ignored.
Outside the town, the Auspicious Cloud manifested, and they ascended into the sky.
Konan was held in a possessive embrace. She could feel his heat and smell his scent. She could even feel his "weapon" pressing slightly against her buttocks.
She went rigid, her face flaming. She was terrified he was going to start again.
But Saiki seemed focused on the flight, staring at the horizon with a calm expression.
Konan gradually relaxed, though her heart remained a mess of humiliation and hate.
However, beneath those feelings, a new, complex confusion was growing.
What kind of man is he?
He was a demon when he killed, a predator when he took, yet he looked like a normal man when he ate.
He saved her, then violated her.
He mocked her, then fed her.
She couldn't find the pattern.
At high noon, Iwagakure appeared.
The village was a mountain fortress carved from massive boulders, its architecture rugged and heavy.
Layers of barriers protected the perimeter, and patrols of Stone ninja moved along the cliffs like ants.
Saiki hovered a thousand meters above.
He found his target in seconds.
A heavily guarded underground facility deep within the village.
Inside, a scorching, volatile chakra signature was pulsing like an active volcano.
Roshi, the Four-Tails Jinchuriki.
"Found him."
Saiki tightened his grip on Konan and dived.
He made no effort to hide his aura, yet strangely, the Stone ninjas noticed nothing.
Even the sensory teams seemed blind to the cosmic pressure descending upon them.
Saiki was using his Sage power to warp light and chakra around them, creating a "Cognitive Masking" effect. Unless someone had the Rinnegan, they were invisible.
Saiki landed at the entrance of the facility.
The stone doors were carved with sealing formulas. Eight Stone Jonin stood guard, their auras steady and sharp.
Saiki didn't even look at them.
He made a casual wave with his hand.
The eight ninjas went rigid, their eyes rolling back as they slumped to the ground.
The hidden snipers, the patrols, the guards at the next station... everyone within the range of his Divine Sense fell into a deep sleep.
Silence reclaimed the mountain.
Saiki carried Konan through the doors and down a long, dimly lit tunnel.
At the end was a vast circular hall.
In the center sat a red-haired, withered monk surrounded by dark-red lava-chakra.
Roshi.
He was meditating. But the moment Saiki stepped into the room, he snapped his eyes open!
"Who's there?!"
Roshi's reflexes were elite. As he spoke, his lava-chakra exploded outward, forming a thick suit of armor.
He wove signs, and several pillars of molten slag erupted from the floor, hurtling toward Saiki!
Lava Release. High heat, corrosive, and immense destructive yield.
Saiki didn't even shift his grip on Konan. He simply raised his right hand—forming a fist.
He punched the air.
It was a casual, lazy motion.
But the moment the fist moved, the air solidified.
The incoming lava pillars struck an invisible wall three meters from Saiki. They were crushed, solidified, and fell to the floor as harmless gravel.
Saiki's fist "struck" the air, but the impact manifested directly on Roshi's chest.
CRACK—!
The lava armor shattered like glass, exposing the flesh beneath.
Roshi was launched backward, slamming into the cavern wall with a sickening crunch. He coughed up a lungful of blood and went limp.
One punch. A Jinchuriki neutralized.
Saiki walked over and pulled the miniature Gedo Mazo from his pocket.
The statue glowed, and the chains shot into Roshi's gut.
"ROOOOOOAR—!!!"
A spectral, lava-drenched scream echoed in the cave.
A mass of boiling red energy was dragged out of the monk and into the statue.
The Four-Tails, Son Goku, was sealed.
The process took less than ten seconds.
Roshi lay broken on the floor. He was alive, but the extraction of the beast meant he would be dead by nightfall.
Konan witnessed everything from Saiki's arms.
She was staggered.
A Jinchuriki... a power that could fight a Kage...
Ended in one casual punch?
She looked at Saiki's calm profile and his nonchalant way of stowing the statue. The spark of revenge she had been nursing was doused by a bucket of ice-cold despair.
Against this monster... do I ever have a chance?
Saiki sensed her gaze and smirked.
The look said it all: See the gap?
Konan bit her lip and looked away.
At sunset, Saiki took Konan to a civilian residential district on the outskirts of Iwagakure.
This area was for non-combatants—merchants, smiths, and families of the medical corps.
Saiki stopped at a modest house and pushed the door open.
The house was empty but spotless. There were plants on the windowsills and a medical notebook on the desk.
Saiki sat on the sofa with Konan and waited.
Half an hour later, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed.
A young woman with shoulder-length black hair and a Stone Chunin uniform walked in.
She looked to be in her early twenties, pretty and gentle—looking more like a student than a warrior.
When she saw Saiki and Konan on her sofa, she froze. Her pupils contracted, and her face shifted into a look of total shock.
"Lord... Saiki?"
Her voice was a trembling whisper of disbelief.
Saiki looked up and smiled. "Zilin. Long time no see."
Zilin. Two years ago, on the front lines, she was the medical ninja Saiki had spared.
At the time, she was just a Genin. Because Saiki didn't kill women, he had taken her captive.
But instead of killing her, he gave her a chance to "serve the village" by acting as a double-agent to trick Onoki. He had helped her get promoted and moved away from the front lines.
Since then, Zilin had never forgotten the boy.
Nor had she forgotten... the shame and the warmth of that night she had proactively offered herself to thank him for her life.
"It... it really is you..." Zilin closed the door and rushed to Saiki, dropping to one knee. "Forgive me, Lord, I did not know you were coming..."
"Stand up," Saiki said. "Don't be so stiff."
Zilin rose, her eyes cautiously drifting to the girl in his arms. Konan looked cold and defiant, yet she was clinging to Saiki. The contradiction confused Zilin.
But she was smart. She asked no questions.
"The village went into lockdown today," Zilin whispered. "Was it... because of you, Lord?"
"Mm." Saiki didn't deny it. "I took the Four-Tails."
Zilin gasped, but recovered quickly.
Everything she had was because of Saiki. Her loyalty was his from the beginning.
"What do you need of me?" she asked.
"I'm hungry," Saiki said.
"Yes, Lord." Zilin nodded. "I will prepare dinner immediately."
She bustled into the kitchen.
As a woman living alone, her skills were excellent. Soon, the aroma of food filled the small home.
They sat at the table. Zilin was incredibly dutiful, asking no questions and serving Saiki as if she were a wife tending to her husband.
Konan ate in silence, her confusion deepening.
After the meal, Zilin cleared the table and asked tentatively, "Lord... will you be staying the night? I will prepare a guest room."
Saiki looked at her, then at Konan. He smirked.
"No need for a guest room," he said. "Go bathe. Tonight... we sleep in your room."
Zilin's face turned bright red.
But she didn't resist. She bowed her head and whispered, "...Yes."
She vanished into the bathroom.
Konan froze.
Sleep in Zilin's room?
The three of us?
She realized what he meant, and her face went bone-white.
"You... what are you doing?" she rasped.
Saiki didn't answer. He scooped her up and walked into the bedroom.
The room was small but cozy. One double bed, a wardrobe, and a vanity.
Saiki laid Konan on the bed and waited.
Konan curled into a corner of the mattress, hugging her knees, her eyes full of terror and protest.
Minutes later, the bathroom door opened.
Zilin walked out in a light yukata, her hair wet and her cheeks flushed from the steam.
Seeing Saiki and Konan on her bed, her blush intensified.
"Lord..." She stood by the bedside, unsure.
Saiki reached out and caught her chin. "Strip. Serve me."
Zilin shivered, but she obeyed instantly, undoing the sash of her robe.
The yukata fell, revealing her white, balanced body.
She had a good figure, but her aura was submissive—entirely different from Konan's defiant beauty.
She was shy, yet she moved to Saiki and began to unbutton his clothes.
Konan watched, her eyes wide with horror.
She saw Zilin kiss Saiki with a look of pure devotion. She saw Saiki's hands roaming over her. She saw Zilin moan as he kneaded her flesh...
And then, she saw Zilin lean down, unbuckle his belt, and take the thing that violated her last night into her mouth.
"Mngh..." Zilin moaned softly, her movements clumsy but eager.
Saiki stroked her hair. "Your technique has improved."
Zilin looked up, her face a mask of scarlet. "I... I studied books... to serve you better. I... I practiced with... with a cucumber..."
The confession made Konan's face burn with mortification. Shameless! she screamed internally.
But her own body betrayed her. It responded.
The memories of the night before, the alien pleasure... it all came rushing back because of the scene in front of her.
Saiki noticed her reaction. He caught the shift in her scent and smirked.
"Get on top," he told Zilin.
Zilin obeyed, straddling him. She positioned herself and slowly lowered her weight.
"Mm..." she let out a suppressed moan, her body quivering.
Konan turned her head away, trying to block it out.
But she couldn't block the sound.
The slapping of flesh. The ragged, quickening breaths of Zilin. Saiki's low murmurs.
The sounds made her hotter and wetter. A specific part of her was pulsing with a disgusting hunger.
After a long while, Zilin let out a short shriek, her body shaking as she collapsed against Saiki's chest.
She was spent.
Saiki laid her down, and she opened her legs wide for him.
When he entered her again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his thrusts. Her cries were suppressed but audible to Konan.
Konan kept her eyes shut, pretending to hear nothing.
But her physical response was a siren. Her breathing was heavy, her chest was tight, and she was dripping with arousal.
Finally, the noise stopped.
Konan let out a breath of relief, only to feel a hand land on her thigh.
"No! STOP!"
She shrieked and struggled, but Saiki tapped a point, and she went limp again.
Her clothes were torn away. Her naked body was exposed to the dim light.
Saiki's hand covered her chest, pinching her already erect nipples. His other hand slid between her legs.
He found a swamp of wetness.
"Heh." Saiki laughed, a sound of pure mockery and triumph. "Drenched already? And you say 'no'?"
Konan's face was on fire. She wanted to die of shame.
But Saiki gave her no room for words.
He knelt between her legs and drove into the mud.
"Mm...!" Konan let out an involuntary hum.
The feeling of being filled, the familiar ecstasy... her body completely overrode her mind.
Saiki moved with power. He kissed her mouth, then moved down to feast on her breasts.
"Please... no..." she sobbed, yet her arms instinctively locked around his neck.
Pleasure hit her like a tsunami.
She hated herself. She hated her body. But she could not stop.
Saiki's assault was relentless. She was a boat in a hurricane, able only to cling to him and weep as she came.
Soon, under his power, she hit her peak, her body convulsing as her consciousness blurred.
Then, Saiki turned back to the recovered Zilin.
The cycle repeated multiple times that night.
Eventually, both Konan and Zilin were exhausted into unconsciousness. Only then did Saiki stop, pulling both women into his arms as he fell into a heavy sleep.
The next morning, Konan woke to find herself in a tangle of limbs. Zilin was on one side of Saiki, she was on the other. All three were naked.
Her body ached, but her mind was strangely quiet.
The hate was still there, but it was blunt.
The shame was still there, but it wasn't as sharp.
Looking at Saiki's sleeping face, she felt a complex emotion. This man was cruel and dominant, but he was... honest.
Unlike Madara, who used them as disposable pawns with pretty lies.
Saiki opened his eyes and met hers.
Konan tried to hide, but Saiki released her and got up to dress.
"Up," he said. "Time to go."
Zilin woke too. She dressed with a red face and went to make breakfast.
The meal was heavy with atmosphere.
Konan wasn't silent anymore. She didn't say much, but she responded to Saiki's commands. Her resistance had mutated into a complex form of submission.
Zilin served them both like a dedicated wife.
After breakfast, Saiki said goodbye to Zilin.
"I'm leaving," he said.
Zilin's eyes flickered with sadness, but she bowed her head. "Will the Lord... return?"
"I'll see you when I have time." Saiki ruffled her hair.
The simple gesture made Zilin's eyes water. She knew their worlds were different. She knew this had no future.
But it was enough. "Thank you, Lord," she whispered.
Saiki carried Konan out of the house. They walked through the morning streets of the town.
Strangely, despite the crowds, no one spared them a glance. It was as if they were invisible.
Konan noticed it quickly and looked at Saiki in confusion.
"Heavens and Light as One," Saiki explained. "My aura is merged with the environment. In the eyes of mortals, we are just stones on the road. We don't register."
It was another use of his Sage power—"Cognitive Masking."
Konan was staggered. How many god-tier abilities does he have?
Saiki carried her out of the town and into the wilderness.
Then he ascended into the clouds.
The next target: Kumogakure.
But before that...
Saiki looked down at the border between the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire.
Below, the armies of the Stone and the Leaf were still at a stalemate.
Though the leaders had agreed to a truce, the troops hadn't fully withdrawn. Tension was high, and skirmishes were constant.
Saiki's eyes turned cold.
Holding Konan with one arm, he drew his blade with the other.
He made a single, casual wave toward the thirty-mile-long front line.
A white blade-qi, invisible to the naked eye, detached from the steel. It expanded as it flew, becoming a kilometer-wide crescent of light that descended on the border.
No sound. No explosion.
But the moment it touched the ground—
BOOM-RUMBLE—!!!
Every defense, every fort, every watchtower, every barrier... every man-made structure on the Stone's side of the line was disintegrated.
The blade-qi became a sword-storm that swept the entire front. The earth was plowed three meters deep. Boulders were turned to dust. Trees were uprooted.
But the storm precisely avoided every living human.
The Stone and Leaf ninjas felt nothing but a divine pressure pass over them. Then they watched as the entire Stone line was reduced to debris.
Ten seconds.
The Iwagakure defense line, built over two years and manned by ten thousand ninjas, was erased.
The Leaf side was untouched.
When the storm died, the border was silent.
Every ninja—friend or foe—stared at the chasm dividing the earth. They looked at the ruins. They looked at their trembling hands.
They all understood: The war was over. Because if it wasn't, the next swing wouldn't miss the people.