The night was as dark as ink, and the Hidden Cloud Village was shrouded in a heavy, suffocating atmosphere. Since the death of the Third Raikage and the fall of the heir, Ay, before he could officially ascend, this martial-focused village had plunged into an unprecedented power vacuum. Clans and factions were embroiled in internal strife, leaving critical locations—usually guarded with iron discipline—dangerously lax.
Outside a secluded courtyard on the west side of the village, only four Chunin stood guard, appearing bored and lethargic. Inside was the village's precious Two-Tails Jinchuriki: Yugito Nii.
"Honestly, what are the Elders thinking?" one ninja grumbled. "Lady Yugito is a vital asset. Leaving her with only the four of us... if something happens..."
"What could happen?" another sneered. "The big shots are too busy tripping each other to send a real garrison. They're afraid if one clan guards her, they'll seize her for themselves. We're just here for show."
They failed to notice two figures landing as light as feathers in the night wind. Saiki held Konan by the waist, standing in the deep shadows of the wall. Above his head hovered the white Auspicious Cloud, raining down a veil of energy that merged their forms and auras perfectly with the environment.
Konan was submissive in his arms. Ever since that night at the hot spring inn where he had forcibly "awakened" her, her attitude had been shifting. The hatred remained, but it had lost its edge; the humiliation was there, but it was mixed with a complex emotion she refused to name. Facing Saiki's absolute power—a force that had deleted Kage-level fighters—a primal fear and a seed of obedience had taken root in her soul.
Saiki raised a hand. Without moving a finger, four microscopic streaks of white light flashed. The guards went rigid and slumped to the ground in a deep, dreamless coma. It was silent and seamless. Saiki pushed open the door and walked inside as if he owned the place.
Inside, a girl with beige hair tied in long braids sat at a desk, staring vacantly at the moon through the window. She looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, her features possessing the sharp, heroic edge of the Cloud shinobi. Currently, her eyes were dim; being under house-process while her village was in crisis—and being treated as a "commodity" by competing factions—had taken its toll.
Yugito didn't sense the intruders until Saiki reached out and tapped the back of her neck.
"Ngh..." She let out a soft groan and collapsed into his arms.
"You..." Konan watched as he carried the girl to the bedroom. "What do you intend to do with her?"
Saiki paused, casting a playful smirk over his shoulder. "Starting to care?"
Konan's expression turned cold. "I'm just afraid you're going to ruin another innocent girl, you beast!"
"Heh." Saiki didn't argue. He laid Yugito on the bed and pulled the miniature Gedo Mazo from his pocket.
The purple runes on the statue glowed. A phantom chain shot from its mouth, piercing Yugito's abdomen. As it retracted, it dragged out a spectral mass of blue hellfire in the shape of a cat—Matatabi, the Two-Tails. The beast struggled and roared silently, but it was dragged inch by inch into the container.
The seal was complete in seconds. Yugito's face turned ashen at a visible rate, her breathing becoming shallow and frantic. Without the Tailed Beast, a Jinchuriki's life-force evaporates. Old men like Bunpuku could face death with grace, but she was so young.
Saiki turned to Konan, throwing the question to her. "Should I save her, or let her die?"
Konan glanced at the dying girl. As a former member of Akatsuki, her goal had always been Tailed Beast capture. "The life of a Jinchuriki is irrelevant to me."
"Fair enough," Saiki smiled. He reached down and began to unbutton Yugito's clothes.
"You!" Konan frowned.
"I'm saving her," Saiki said matter-of-factly.
Soon, the girl's developing yet curvaceous body was exposed to the air, her skin gleaming like ivory in the moonlight. Her flat stomach bore only the faint, fading mark of the former seal. Saiki pressed a finger to an acupoint on her lower belly, injecting a spark of Sage Power.
"Mm..." The unconscious Yugito let out an involuntary whimper. Her thighs shifted, and a visible sheen of moisture appeared at her entrance.
Konan turned her head away, her ears burning. "Scumbag," she hissed.
Saiki stripped his own gear, his towering, hot weapon radiating a heat that seemed to raise the temperature of the room. He looked at Konan with a rogue's grin. "This is medicine. If she wants to live, she needs Dual Cultivation with me. Blame the Cloud for putting a monster in her gut."
He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to Yugito's lips—they were cold, carrying the scent of impending death. He didn't hesitate. He knelt between her legs and drove himself home into the muddy, tight opening.
"Nngh...!" Even in her coma, the intrusion made Yugito's body contract and stiffen.
Saiki felt the thin barrier of her maidenhood shatter. He looked down and saw the red spots blooming on the sheets like plum blossoms on snow.
"She won't feel the pain for long," he muttered, beginning to move.
At first, he was slow and investigative. Sage Power flowed from their point of union into Yugito's system, aggressively yet gently repairing her collapsing meridians and organs. This wasn't just sex; it was a high-order biological reconstruction using Saiki's primordial essence. Because he was so much stronger now than two years ago, saving one girl didn't even scratch his reserves.
As the session continued, color returned to Yugito's cheeks. Her breathing stabilized and grew powerful. Konan, who had been watching with cold detachment, was suddenly staggered by shock. It was common knowledge that Jinchuriki died upon extraction. Yet here was a girl whose life-force was actually increasing.
Is he... actually telling the truth? she wondered.
She looked at the man "saving" her. His profile was half-lit by the moon, his expression focused and intense. Sweat rolled down his brow, dripping onto the girl's collarbone. In this moment, he didn't look like a lecher; he looked like a god performing a forbidden miracle.
"Phew..." Saiki let out a long breath and accelerated his pace.
Yugito's body began to respond instinctively. She shivered, her hips began to roll in an unconscious rhythm, and broken, rhythmic moans escaped her throat. Her mind was still dark, but her body had been dragged back into the realm of the living.
Finally, with a low growl, Saiki released his essence deep inside her. The massive volume of life-force, fused with the Dao, solidified her vitality and even enhanced her constitution. When he withdrew, Yugito's face was flushed and healthy, and she had fallen into a deep, natural sleep. A single, unshed tear hung from her eye—perhaps from the initial pain, or perhaps a biological reaction to the terminal physical ecstasy.
Saiki stepped off the bed and looked at the dazed Konan. He lunged forward and pulled her into his chest.
"Ah! What are you—" Konan struggled.
"What am I doing?" Saiki whispered into her ear, his voice a low, mocking vibrate. "You've been watching the whole time without running. And... you're absolutely drenched, aren't you?"
Konan went rigid. She realized that the space between her thighs had become a swamp. Was it the sight of him "saving" her? The raw power of his silhouette? Or just the shameful, submissive hunger growing in her soul?
Her resistance was pathetic. Saiki stripped her bare and pinned her to the edge of the bed.
"You doubted me?" he whispered, biting her earlobe with a punishing heat. "This is the penalty."
As he invaded her wet, familiar depths, Konan bit her lip to stifle a long, melodic wail. Her body betrayed her mind instantly, rising and falling with his rhythm. Her amber eyes, usually so cold and proud, were now watery and full of a terminal submission. Saiki was much more brutal with her than he had been with the fragile Yugito.
Konan hit her peak in minutes, her body turning to jelly, her fingertips buzzing with a numb pleasure.
"Remember," Saiki whispered, stroking her damp cheek as he finished. "Never question my decisions again."
Konan kept her eyes shut, letting out a soft, affirmative "Mm."
After cleaning up, the two left Kumogakure as silently as they had arrived. The four Chunin remained unconscious, oblivious to the fact that their village's weapon was now just a girl.
Late that night, Yugito Nii woke up.
She felt a throbbing ache in her depths and a sticky discomfort between her legs. She saw the red stains on the bed.
She jolted upright, checking her stomach. The beast was gone. The seal was empty.
But she was alive. Not just alive—she felt a warm, gargantuan power flowing through her veins that was far gentler than the Two-Tails.
Panic, confusion, and shame flooded her mind. She grabbed her clothes and saw a letter on her desk.
The handwriting was sharp and aggressive:
"I took the beast. I saved your life in exchange for your first time. We are even. If you seek your own death, the images of you sleeping naked will be broadcast to the world. I left a spark of my power in you; it is enough to kill a Kage if triggered. Stay alive. I might come looking for you again. —"
There was no signature.
Yugito gripped the paper, her knuckles white. She wanted to cry, but her pride as a Cloud ninja held the tears back. Compared to the terror of being useless, the shame of the violation felt secondary. She was mostly possessed by a sense of absurd powerlessness—who was the man who could steal a beast, decide her fate, and "save" her in such a way before vanishing?
She cleaned herself and dressed. The sun was rising over a village still mired in political rot. But she was no longer a Jinchuriki. She looked in the mirror, her gaze turning resolute. She would not die. Not for him, but to find out who he was.
The next day, Saiki and Konan flew toward the Land of Water. He needed to harvest the Three-Tails chakra that had scattered after Yagura's death.
High in the clouds, Konan snuggled against Saiki's side, her expression far softer than before. The "punishment" of the previous night had finally shattered her final internal defense. She felt more like a submissive partner than a captive.
As they reached the coastline near the border of the Land of Fire, Saiki's brow twitched.
Below, in the dense forest, he sensed a weak chakra pulse and the thick scent of blood.
He dived, landing in a ruined clearing.
In the center lay a woman in a pool of her own gore. She had long, dark-green hair and several kunai protruding from her back, one having pierced her chest. She was at death's door.
A few Sand ninjas stood nearby with cold expressions. It was a blatant betrayal.
"Is that...?" Saiki recognized the face from his intelligence scrolls. Pakura of the Scorch Release, the hero of the Sand.
"She's been discarded," Konan whispered. She was used to seeing betrayal within the Akatsuki's orbit.
Saiki raised a hand and pressed down. A massive phantom palm descended from the sky, crushing the Sand traitors into the dirt instantly. The Mist ninjas nearby saw the divine strike and fled without looking back.
Saiki knelt by Pakura, pressing his hand near the chest wound. He funneled pure Sage Power into her to stabilize her fading life.
"Find a spot," Saiki told the silent Konan. "We're saving another one."
Konan bit her lip but said nothing. Her legs were still a bit shaky from the night before.
They found a clear stream nearby. Saiki laid Pakura face-down on a mattress.
To clean the wounds, the clothes had to go. When the blood-stained fabric was removed, revealing a bronze-skinned, muscular, and mature body, Konan looked away, her ears turning red. She knew exactly what "saving" meant in Saiki's vocabulary.
Saiki cleaned the wounds. His energy stopped the bleeding, and the edges of the gashes began to knit, but her internal collapse needed a deeper fix. He tapped an acupoint at the base of her spine.
Even in her coma, Pakura shivered, her entrance becoming slick with moisture.
Saiki stripped and caught Konan's eye. He smirked. "The method is shameless, but the results are undeniable."
He leaned down and carefully entered her from behind.
Pakura's brow furrowed, but her coma shielded her from the pain. Saiki began to move, his rhythmic thrusts pumping Sage Power into her damaged organs and meridians.
Konan didn't look away this time. She watched his focused profile and the way his power dragged Pakura back from the void. Pakura's breathing became strong, her wounds closed at light-speed, and her skin regained its healthy luster.
Konan felt a twinge of jealousy. This man's way of "saving" was so dominant and intimate that it left a permanent mark on a woman's soul. You couldn't help but feel a debt to him.
As Saiki reached his climax inside Pakura, the woman's body jerked violently, and a broken moan escaped her throat.
She was awake.
Consciousness returned in a rush—the feeling of being filled, the burning afterglow in her depths, and the sensation of a powerful man withdrawing from her.
She opened her eyes and saw the stream, the sky, and Saiki.
No screaming. No struggling.
Pakura simply turned her head, her gaze hollow. She was the hero of the Sand, yet she had been sold like a slave to the Mist and backstabbed by her own kin. Compared to that betrayal, having her body taken by a stranger felt... insignificant.
Saiki dressed and knelt before her. "I saved you. The Sand betrayed you, and the Mist wanted you dead. You have nowhere to go."
Pakura looked at him. She saw a young man with a face that was too calm and eyes that saw through everything. She remembered the rumors of Saiki Shiroya.
"Do you want to follow me?" Saiki asked as if he were asking if she'd like tea.
Pakura was silent for a long time. Her home, her faith, and her life's work were gone.
"Fine," she rasped.
The trio continued to the coast where Yagura had died.
The blue ocean was peaceful, the battlefield scoured by the tides. Saiki sat on a high reef and manifested his Divine Sense.
He wove a Daoist seal, the Auspicious Cloud rotating above him and casting out threads of light to resonate with the air, the sea, and the sun. He created a massive invisible net, pulling in the scattered fragments of the Three-Tails' chakra.
Konan and Pakura stood on the beach, watching him. Wreathed in golden light and sea spray, Saiki looked like a descending deity.
"Who is he?" Pakura asked. Her wounds were gone, and her power felt even sharper than before.
"A monster," Konan replied. "A monster who deletes the common sense of the world."
By sunset, the Three-Tails was collected.
Saiki stood up and led them toward the Mist Village. His goal: the Six-Tails Jinchuriki and Mei Terumi.
On the cloud, Saiki had one arm around Konan and the other around Pakura's waist. Pakura was stiff but offered no resistance. Her submission was born of a total, soul-weary numbness.
Konan felt the heat of his arm and the silent woman beside her, and the jealousy in her heart spiked again. She realized she was actually starting to care about her "position" in his harem.
Mist Village. Mei Terumi's residence.
The auburn-haired beauty was eating dinner alone, her mind drifting to the boy who had broken her village and her heart.
Suddenly, a light thud sounded in her living room.
Mei jumped, her chopsticks falling as she prepared to weave a sign—
"It's me."
She froze at the voice. She saw Saiki walking out of the shadows, followed by a cold-eyed purple-haired girl and a mature woman with green hair.
Mei's eyes dimmed for a second before she steeled herself. She rushed forward, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him with a desperate, declaring passion. It was a kiss that said: I was here first!
Saiki let her have her moment before pulling back. "Tastes like rice."
"Hmph!" Mei pouted, but her eyes were dancing with joy. She turned to the other two. "I am Mei Terumi. Saiki's woman."
Konan remained expressionless. Pakura offered a brief, professional nod.
"Why are you here?" Mei asked, pulling Saiki to a chair. "Miss me that much?"
"To see you," Saiki nodded, then added, "and to collect the Six-Tails."
Mei's smile faltered. "The other beasts... you've..."
"Mm. Just the Six-Tails left, and the two back in the Leaf."
Mei sighed. She knew she couldn't stop him. She just asked that he be discrete about the extraction.
Dinner was a subtle battlefield. Mei personally cooked extra dishes, constantly piling food onto Saiki's plate while shooting territorial looks at Konan and Pakura.
Konan ate in silence. Pakura shared a look of mutual exhaustion with Konan—Mei's jealousy was blatant, but she was too earnest to truly hate.
After the meal, Mei was incredibly proactive. She dragged Saiki to her bedroom, shooting a triumphant look at the other two before slamming the door.
Inside, she straddled him. "Did they... with you... too?"
Saiki didn't answer, just stroked her cheek. Mei bit her lip and began to undress.
Her maidenly yet blossoming body was a vision of youthful beauty. She feasted on him greedily, and when he entered her, her moans echoed through the house.
In the living room, Konan and Pakura sat on the sofa.
Konan's face was red, her legs clamped shut. Saiki's "punishments" had made her hyper-sensitive; just the sound of the bed creaking made her entrance weep with moisture.
Pakura remained calm, but her ears were pink. She remembered the stream and the heat of his power.
Fifteen minutes later, the door opened.
Saiki walked out, entirely bare and still rigid. The heat from him raised the temperature of the room.
Konan looked away. Pakura lowered her gaze.
Saiki walked to Konan and pulled her into his arms.
"Not here..." she whispered, but her clothes were already gone.
He hoisted her up and worked her while walking, each deep thrust making her shiver.
"To the room..." she pleaded.
He carried her in and laid her on the messy bed. Mei was already passed out from exhaustion.
Once Konan reached her peak, Saiki turned to Pakura.
The Scorch-heroine stripped silently and opened her legs at his gesture.
The night was a long, chaotic session of Dual Cultivation between the four of them. Saiki feasted on three different "flavors"—Mei's youthful fire, Konan's cold submission, and Pakura's mature endurance. The Sage energy recycled between them, leaving Saiki even more refreshed by dawn.
Saiki stayed one more day in the Mist. Mei showed him the rebuilding efforts.
Before leaving, he slipped into the forbidden zone and took the Six-Tails.
The Gedo Mazo now held every beast except the Five and Eight-Tails.
He then detoured to Takigakure, effortlessly bypassing their defenses to take the Seven-Tails, Chomei.
The world tour was over.
A few days later, they reached a town near the border of the Land of Fire.
Saiki placed Konan and Pakura in a private courtyard.
"Wait for me here," he said. "It's not time to introduce you to Tsunade yet."
Konan nodded. Pakura had no objection—a "Sand Traitor" appearing in the Leaf would be a headache for everyone.
Saiki flew back to Konoha alone.
Seeing the flame symbol on the gates, he felt a rare sense of peace.
The war was effectively over. He could finally settle into the lazy life he wanted.