On the second evening after his return to Konoha, the lights in the Hokage's office were still burning bright.
Tsunade set down her pen, massaged her aching shoulders, and looked at Saiki, who was sitting on the sofa opposite her.
He had been accompanying her quietly for two hours, occasionally flipping through a scroll or staring at the night view outside the window.
"The Tailed Beasts... what do you plan to do with them?" Tsunade finally asked the question that had been weighing on her heart.
Saiki closed his scroll and looked up. "So, you know?"
"The Tailed Beasts of every village have gone missing one after another. How could that be kept a secret?" Tsunade sighed. "The Two-Tails of the Cloud, the Four-Tails of the Stone, the One-Tail of the Sand, the Three-Tails and Six-Tails of the Mist, the Seven-Tails of the Waterfall... the entire Shinobi world is whispering that Konoha orchestrated the whole thing."
She stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to him. "Even if no one dares to say it out loud, everyone suspects it was you."
"It was indeed me," Saiki admitted frankly. "All nine beasts are in my possession."
He pulled the palm-sized, miniature Gedo Mazo from his gear and placed it on the desk.
Tsunade turned around, staring at the miniature statue radiating an eerie, ancient aura. Her expression was a mix of shock and confusion. "Collecting the beasts... what is your endgame?"
"It's not my endgame," Saiki shook his head. "It was Madara Uchiha's. His plan was to gather the nine beasts, resurrect the Ten-Tails, and launch the Infinite Tsukuyomi. I simply... intercepted him ahead of schedule."
He stood up, walked to Tsunade's side, and slid his arm around her waist. "And besides, this thing is much safer in my hands than it would be with Madara or anyone else."
Tsunade leaned into his chest, remaining silent for a long time.
"You always do this... making reckless decisions on your own and leaving me to clean up the political mess." Her voice was helpless, but it carried no real blame.
Saiki leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry. But some things just had to be done."
"I know," Tsunade whispered. "You always know what you're doing. I'm just... a little tired. This Hokage seat is harder to sit in than I imagined."
"Then don't do it anymore," Saiki said casually. "The war is over, peace is here, and you've already established your authority. Find someone suitable to take over—like Minato Namikaze—and then come live a life of leisure with me."
Tsunade glared at him. "Nonsense! The Hokage position isn't a toy!"
But Saiki caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
He smiled, pulling her tighter into his embrace. "Regardless, I'll handle the beasts. As for what the other villages think... let them think what they want. As long as I am here, no one dares touch Konoha."
The arrogant statement sounded perfectly logical coming from his mouth.
Tsunade soaked in the sense of security he provided, finally allowing her nerves to unwind.
A few days later, the news of the mass disappearance of the Tailed Beasts could no longer be suppressed.
The high-ranking officials of the Cloud, Stone, Sand, Mist, and Waterfall all received the same intelligence: their Jinchuriki had been hollowed out by a mysterious force, yet the hosts had survived, left with a powerful, alien energy in their systems.
All clues pointed to Konoha—to the boy who had displayed an invincible god-tier status during the war.
But no one dared to issue a public challenge.
First, there was no concrete evidence—eyewitness memories had been distorted by an unknown power. Second, Saiki's strength was too terrifying; no one wanted to be the first bird shot down. Third, the war had just ended, and every village was crippled and desperate for recovery.
Thus, a bizarre silence permeated the Shinobi world.
In private, the Kages pressured Konoha through secret channels, demanding an explanation.
Tsunade deflected with excuses like "we are entirely unaware" or "it might be the work of Uchiha Madara's remnants," while simultaneously hinting that Konoha was willing to provide aid for post-war reconstruction.
The exchange of interests proved more important than the truth.
The Third Great Ninja War officially came to a close in this atmosphere of churning undercurrents and silent dread.
Saiki finally settled into the "salted fish" life he had craved.
No more racing across borders, no more slaughter—just sleeping until he woke up naturally, then deciding which "sister" to visit for the day.
One morning, Tsunade woke up early to head to the Hokage Building.
Saiki hugged her from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Stay and sleep a bit longer..."
"Stop it, I have a mountain of documents." Tsunade swatted his hand away but couldn't stop her own smile.
"One kiss. One kiss and I'll let you go," Saiki bargained.
Tsunade sighed helplessly, turned around, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Happy?"
"Not enough." Saiki deepened the kiss, only releasing her when she was breathless. "Come home early tonight."
"I know." Tsunade dressed with a red face and hurried out the door.
Saiki lay in bed for another hour before lazily getting up to wash. After eating the breakfast Shizune had prepared, he strolled toward the orphanage.
The room of Nono'u Yakushi was filled with the faint scent of flowers.
The gentle Director was currently lying beneath Saiki, her plump, white thighs locked around his waist, rising and falling with his thrusts.
Her cheeks were flushed with the heat of passion, her breathing chaotic, yet she maintained a tender, loving smile.
"Sister Director..." Saiki slowed his pace, leaning down to kiss her collarbone. "It's been a few days... any reaction yet?"
Nono'u blinked, realizing what he was asking.
She reached up to stroke his face, gasping for air. "How... how could it be that fast? It's only been... a few days since last time."
Saiki's expression slumped into visible dejection.
A surge of pity washed over Nono'u. She cupped his face, looking into his eyes with absolute sincerity. "Don't be impatient... give me more. Inject me with more of yourself... eventually, I will conceive your child."
The words made her blush, but she said them anyway.
From her initial hesitation and fear to this proactive comfort, Nono'u's heart had undergone a profound shift. She loved this boy—his childishness, his blatant possessiveness, and his reliance on her.
If she could truly carry his child... it sounded like a beautiful dream.
Encouraged by her tenderness, Saiki's movements turned violent and aggressive once more. Nono'u arched her neck, letting out suppressed, melodic moans as her thighs clamped him tighter.
When the peak arrived, they hit the summit together.
Saiki collapsed against her, panting. Nono'u stroked his back gently, as if soothing a child.
After a few minutes of warm afterglow, Saiki dressed to leave.
Nono'u lay on the bed, watching his back. "Come again... next time," she whispered.
"Mm." Saiki looked back with a smile and slipped out the door.
Where to next?
Saiki thought for a moment and decided to visit Tsume Inuzuka.
He hadn't checked on her since their night on the hillside.
The Inuzuka estate was located on the outskirts of Konoha, surrounded by vast training grounds. Saiki reached the gate, but before he could knock, the door was yanked open.
Tsume grabbed him and hauled him inside, slamming the door shut.
"Sensei Tsume, do you miss me that much?" Saiki teased.
Tsume's face reddened.
She was wearing simple loungewear—a dark short-sleeved shirt and trousers that highlighted her mature, tight, and voluptuous curves. Her short black hair was messy, and she had the lazy look of someone just woken from a nap.
"Don't... don't say nonsense," she glared, though her voice lacked its usual bite. "I'm just afraid of being seen. You're a hero of the Leaf now, and I'm... a widow."
She looked down, her tone carrying a hint of bitterness. "If people see you visiting me constantly, it will ruin your reputation."
Saiki reached out and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "I don't care."
"But I—"
Before she could finish, Saiki captured her lips.
Tsume's body went rigid for a heartbeat before melting. She hesitated only a second before returning the kiss, her arms locking around his neck.
As they fused together, Saiki's hands roamed over her back, feeling her firm, elastic skin. Tsume's hands slid under his shirt, exploring the muscles of his spine.
When they broke the kiss, both were gasping.
Looking at her flushed face and glazed eyes, Saiki scooped her up and headed for the living room.
"Wait! The bedroom..." Tsume panicked.
"Right here is fine." Saiki laid her down on the tatami and pinned her beneath him.
Tsume tried to protest, but Saiki was already stripping her clothes. After a token resistance, she surrendered to his touch.
Her layers hit the floor, exposing her bronze, healthy-glow skin. Her body, hardened by years of training, was incredibly tight. Her fleshy breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the tips already hard.
Saiki leaned down to feast on one side, and Tsume let out a suppressed moan.
His other hand slid between her legs, finding a swamp of moisture.
"Sensei," Saiki looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're already this wet, yet you still talk back?"
Tsume swatted him in embarrassment but didn't deny it. She reached out to help him strip, then knelt before him.
The pose made Saiki's breathing stop.
Tsume looked up at him with a complex mixture of shame, guilt, and a "broken-pot" sense of abandon. She reached out to grip his burning, towering member, stroking it gently before leaning down to take it into her mouth.
Her technique was becoming impressively skilled.
Saiki arched his head back, letting out a satisfied groan. His gaze swept across the room and froze on a spot on the wall.
There hung the funeral portrait of Tsume's husband.
In the black-and-white photo, the man was smiling broadly.
And right beneath him, his widow was on her knees, working Saiki with her mouth.
A gargantuan sense of conquest and taboo flooded Saiki's mind, making his arousal even more intense.
"Enough," Saiki called a halt after a few minutes.
Tsume looked up, her lips wet and her eyes shimmering.
Saiki pushed her onto her back on the tatami and pried her legs apart. The "forest" was already a muddy swamp. He drove his hips home.
"Ahn...!" Tsume let out a sharp cry, biting her lip to keep the noise down.
But Saiki was aggressive today. Perhaps because of the portrait, or perhaps because of the long absence, he wanted to vent every drop of his passion.
The sound of heavy, wet slapping echoed in the quiet house, mixed with Tsume's uncontrollable whimpering.
"Slower... Saiki... ah...!"
Her body betrayed her words, meeting every impact with a frantic hunger. Her muscular legs clamped his waist in a vice, her nails leaving red tracks down his back.
Time passed in a blur of lust.
Soon it was afternoon, the time when the Academy let out.
Hana Inuzuka, age six, came skipping home, humming a song. She had inherited her mother's black hair and a smile even more beautiful than Tsume's.
"I'm home!" she chirped, pushing the door open, only to hear a strange sound from the living room.
It sounded like... her mother was crying?
"Mama?" Hana walked over curiously and slid open the living room door.
She froze.
She saw her mother lying naked on the tatami, her legs spread wide.
Brother Saiki was on top of her, his body lunging forward and back with a rhythmic "Clap-clap-clap" sound.
Her mother's face was a mask of sweat and red flush, and she was making strange sounds Hana had never heard before.
"Ma... Mama?" Hana whispered instinctively.
The voice made Tsume's eyes snap open. Seeing her daughter at the door, her face went bone-white.
"Hana... don't look...!" she gasped, trying to push Saiki off, but her body was too weak from the stimulation.
At that exact moment, Saiki reached his peak.
Amidst the terminal shame and shock, Tsume hit her climax as well, her body shuddering violently as she let out a cry that was half-scream, half-sob. Saiki erupted deep inside her a heartbeat later.
The scene was too much for the young girl. Hana stood paralyzed, her mouth open and her eyes wide and round.
Saiki made a casual wave of his hand toward her.
"Ngh..." Hana's eyes closed, and she slumped softly to the floor, falling into a deep sleep.
"What... what did you do to her?!" Tsume shrieked in panic.
"Just a sleeping spell," Saiki said, withdrawing with a wet pop. "She saw what she saw, but if she sees more... that would be bad."
Tsume scrambled for her clothes, then ran to her daughter to check her breathing. "Is she... really just asleep?"
"Mm," Saiki dressed and stood beside her. "Sensei, did you really think we could hide this forever? Finding out... isn't the end of the world."
"But... but... I need to think." Tsume was incoherent, clearly not over the shock.
"Let her sleep until she wakes naturally. she won't remember the details," Saiki said, ruffling her hair. "I'm off. Take some time to calm down."
He kissed her lips and vanished. Tsume sat on the floor, staring at her daughter, burying her face in her hands.
Walking down the streets of Konoha, Saiki savored the memory of the taboo encounter. The "Widow Flavor" was indeed exquisite.
Where to now? Kushina's? Or home to Tsunade?
He rounded a corner and bumped into a distracted silhouette.
"Kurenai?" Saiki called out.
Kurenai Yuhi looked up. Seeing Saiki, a flash of joy crossed her eyes before being replaced by a shadow. She was in her ninja gear, her black hair loose, and her crimson eyes looking like polished jewels.
"Sa... Saiki..." she whispered.
"What's up? You look like you've lost your soul."
"It's nothing. Just thinking." Kurenai bit her lip, appearing to reach a decision. She looked at him with an intense focus. "Would you... come over for dinner? My father isn't home today."
"Where is Lord Shinko?"
"On a mission," Kurenai said. "Post-war cleanup. He can't sit still."
Saiki realized he had nothing better to do. "Sure."
They walked together toward the Yuhi estate. Kurenai was uncharacteristically quiet, stealing glances at him with a complex gaze.
Once inside the house, Kurenai didn't go to the kitchen. She took Saiki's hand and led him straight to her bedroom.
"Kurenai?" Saiki asked, confused.
Kurenai closed the door and leaned against it. She took a deep breath and began to unbutton her flak jacket.
"Wait!" Saiki caught her hand. "What are you doing?"
Kurenai's eyes turned red with unshed tears. "I know... Rin has already become your woman."
Saiki blinked.
"Rin Nohara... she told me," Kurenai's voice broke into a sob. "Saiki, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. I... I want to be yours too."
She pulled her hand free and continued to strip. Her jacket fell, then her mesh shirt, then her undergarments.
When the final layer hit the floor, the maidenly yet blossoming body of the girl was fully revealed. Her skin was incredibly white, glowing like pearls in the dim light. Her breasts weren't as massive as the others, but they were perfectly shaped with pale pink tips. Her waist was narrow, her legs long and straight, and her "forest" was sparse and soft.
"Kurenai, listen—" Saiki tried to reason with her.
"I don't want to listen!" Kurenai interrupted, tears finally falling. "I know you have many women... I know I'm being stupid... but I won't be left behind again!"
She stepped forward and hugged him, burying her face in his chest. "Saiki... take me... please..."
The heat of her body and the scent of her hair hit Saiki's senses. He felt her trembling, her hot tears soaking into his shirt. He sighed and hugged her back.
"You won't regret it?" he asked.
"Never." Kurenai looked up, her crimson eyes full of unwavering resolve.
Saiki stopped talking. He leaned down and captured her lips.
Kurenai went rigid for a second before melting into him. She responded with a raw, clumsy passion, her arms locked around his neck. The kiss was long and tender; Saiki used all his patience to guide her, letting her adapt to his presence.
When they pulled apart, Kurenai was flushed and gasping, her eyes full of happiness. Saiki lifted her in a bridal carry and laid her on the lavender sheets.
He kissed her again, his mouth moving down to her neck, her collarbone, her small breasts, and her flat stomach. When he reached the "forest," Kurenai let out a tiny moan, her back arching.
"Saiki... no..."
Saiki didn't stop. He used his tongue to explore her wet entrance, driving the girl into a frantic state of arousal. When he felt she was ready, he stripped.
Kurenai's eyes widened at the sight of his body, especially the towering, hot weapon. She shrank back instinctively, a flash of fear in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid." Saiki lay beside her, pulling her into his chest. "Kurenai, I'm starting."
Kurenai nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she gripped the sheets.
Saiki knelt between her legs. He tested the entrance, his heat pressing against her. He slowly lowered his weight.
"Ngh...!" Kurenai bit her lip, her brow furrowing as tears leaked out.
Saiki stopped, kissing the tears away and stroking her body until she relaxed.
"Are you okay?"
Kurenai shook her head, a blissful smile breaking through her tears. "I'm fine... Saiki, I'm so happy..." She proactively raised her legs to lock them around his waist.
Saiki began to move, slow and controlled. He knew it was her first time, so he was incredibly patient. Gradually, Kurenai adapted to his rhythm. Her body relaxed, and she began to meet him with adorable, tiny moans.
Saiki kissed her to swallow her cries. He channeled a thread of Sage Power into her to nourish her body and soothe the pain, replacing it with a strange, intense pleasure. Kurenai reached her peak rapidly.
As the seizures of pleasure racked her body, she let out a short shriek, arching her back as she held him tight. Saiki erupted a moment later.
With a soft pop, he withdrew and lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. Kurenai leaned into him, gasping, her face wearing a post-coital glow of dazed happiness.
Saiki stroked her hair. "How do you feel?"
"So happy..." she whispered, her eyes shining.
"Silly girl." Saiki smiled. He stayed with her all night, holding her as she slept.
A few days later, Saiki was lounging in Tsunade's bed, refusing to get up.
"Time to get up," Tsunade pushed him. "I have a meeting."
"Five more minutes..." Saiki hugged her waist, burying his face in her massive cleavage.
"You didn't say that last night," Tsunade grumbled, though she looked pleased. "Didn't you say you had to go train today?"
"Training isn't as comfortable as holding you, Sister."
Tsunade sighed but indulged him. "Get up. I'll come home early tonight."
"One kiss."
Tsunade leaned down and gave him a peck.
"Not enough."
"Don't push it!" Tsunade glared, but eventually gave him a deep, soul-stirring kiss. "There. Happy?"
Saiki finally let go, watching her dress. Once she was gone, Saiki stayed in bed for a while before finally getting up to wash. He walked out of his room only to find Shizune coming out of hers.
Shizune looked at him but gave no real reaction, just a flat "Good morning," before heading downstairs.
Saiki scratched his head. She's acting weird today.
During breakfast, Shizune was silent, only giving one-word answers. She was in her purple loungewear, her short hair messy and her eyes downcast. Saiki was too busy thinking about where to "slack off" today to pay much attention.
It was a rare day where Saiki decided to do nothing but rest at home.
At noon, he was lounging on the sofa, staring out at the courtyard. The sun was warm, making him drowsy.
Then, Shizune walked in.
She stood before the sofa, her head bowed, her hands twisting her hem. She didn't speak for a long time.
"Shizune?" Saiki sat up. "What's wrong?"
Shizune looked up. Her eyes were red.
Saiki jumped up in alarm. "Who bullied you? Tell me, I'll punch them!"
Shizune shook her head, tears starting to fall.
"What happened?" Saiki was panicked now. He reached out to wipe her tears, but she flinched away.
"You..." Shizune sobbed. "You... I've been by your side the longest..."
Saiki froze.
"Lady Tsunade... Rin... Kurenai... and all those other women..." Shizune's tears fell faster. "You took all of them... why... why won't you take me?"
She finally exploded, her voice full of grief and anger. "What do they have that I don't?! I love you too! Since the day I first met you... I've loved you!"
Saiki was stunned. He had always viewed Shizune as a younger sister—a timid girl who needed looking after. Even though she was fourteen or fifteen now, in his mind, she was still that shy little girl.
"Shizune, listen—"
"I don't want to listen!" Shizune interrupted. "You just think I'm too small! You think I don't understand!"
"I don't—"
"Then prove it!" Shizune stepped forward and grabbed his shirt. "Take me today! Right now! Or... or I'll never speak to you again!"
Her eyes were red, but her expression was deadly serious.
Saiki rubbed his temples. He realized she must have overheard something about Kurenai and Rin last night.
"Shizune, you're still young—"
"I am NOT!" Shizune roared. Then she looked down at her flat chest and turned a bright scarlet. "I... I'll still grow!"
The adorable reaction made Saiki chuckle.
Shizune turned to run away in shame, but Saiki caught her and pulled her into a hug.
"Let me go!" she struggled.
Saiki leaned down and kissed her.
Shizune went still instantly. The struggle ended. The kiss was light and gentle, but it left her brain a complete blank.
When they pulled apart, Shizune stared at him, tear-streaks still on her face.
"Stop crying, okay?" Saiki whispered.
Shizune bit her lip. "You... you're going to lie to me again..."
Saiki realized that if he didn't settle this today, she'd never let it go. He sighed and scooped her up in a bridal carry.
"Ah!" Shizune gasped, her arms finding his neck. "W-what are you doing?"
"You wanted proof, didn't you?" Saiki carried her toward the stairs. "I'll show you."
Shizune's heart rate tripled. She was terrified and ecstatic. Saiki carried her into her room and laid her on her small bed. The room was simple and tidy, with medical books and small stuffed toys on the desk.
Saiki leaned over and kissed her again. This time it was deeper. He used his tongue to guide her clumsy response. Shizune imitated him as best she could, soon becoming breathless.
"Shizune," Saiki whispered into her ear. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"Mm..." her voice was tiny but resolute.
Saiki didn't hesitate. He began to undress her, slowly and gently. When she was bare, she shyly covered her chest with her arms. Her body was indeed that of a budding girl—her breasts small and cute, her waist thin, and her legs clamped tight.
Saiki kissed her forehead and worked his way down—neck, collarbone, and finally her chest. When he kissed her small breasts, Shizune let out a tiny moan, her body quivering.
Saiki was patient. He used his hands to explore her skin, feeling her heat rise. When his hand moved toward her thighs, she clamped them shut instinctively.
"Relax," Saiki soothed her.
She bit her lip and slowly opened up. It was already wet; beneath the sparse grass, her pink petals were slightly parted. Saiki leaned down and kissed her there.
"Ah...! Saiki... no... not there...!" Shizune tried to hide, but Saiki held her steady. The alien pleasure shot through her like a jolt, and she surrendered instantly. Her moans grew louder, her body twisting in his grip.
When she was ready, Saiki stripped. Shizune stared at his body, her face turning even redder. Seeing his terrifying arousal, she shrank back. Can I actually handle that?
"Don't worry," Saiki whispered, pulling her close. "I'll be very gentle."
Shizune nodded and closed her eyes. Saiki knelt between her legs. His heat pressed against the entrance. He slowly lowered his weight.
"Mm..." Shizune bit her lip, her brow furrowing, but she didn't scream.
Saiki stopped, waiting for her to adapt before pushing deeper. He channeled Sage Power into her to nourish her and ease the transition. Shizune adapted quickly, her body relaxing as she began to meet his rhythm instinctively.
Saiki was gentle and rhythmic. Under his lead, Shizune soon discovered the miracle of pleasure. Her moans became sweet and needy, and her legs wrapped around his waist.
When the peak arrived, she let out a short shriek, her body shaking as she held him in a death grip. Saiki erupted simultaneously.
When it was over, Saiki withdrew, leaving a few red spots on the sheets like fallen petals. He pulled her into his arms.
"Satisfied?" he teased.
Shizune pouted. "If... if you lie to me again... I'm done with you."
"I wouldn't dare." Saiki laughed, ruffling her hair.
Shizune soon fell into a heavy sleep in his arms. Saiki watched her peaceful face and felt a massive headache coming on.
How the hell am I going to explain this to Tsunade?