It had been nearly two years since the end of the Third Great Ninja War.
The Hidden Leaf Village was gradually regaining its vitality in peacetime, the laughter of children in the streets replacing the gloom of war.
Beneath this calm surface, however, Saiki's life continued at a somewhat absurd and laid-back pace—if "laid-back" could be defined as simultaneously juggling multiple women and getting most of them pregnant.
In the Konoha Orphanage, the afternoon sun slanted into the room.
The Director's room was filled with the faint scent of milk intertwined with the aroma of lust.
Nono'u lay flat on the soft bedding, her snow-white body radiating a delicate luster. Her jade-like arms tightly embraced Saiki, who was buried in her chest, while her plump, long legs wrapped around his sturdy waist like vines, trembling slightly with every powerful thrust he made.
"Mmm... Saiki... gentle, be gentler..."
She suppressed her pants, her voice carrying both a mother's tenderness and the coquettish charm of arousal.
Looking at the scene right now, it resembled a greedy child suckling sweet nectar—in fact, Saiki was indeed holding the rosy peak on her chest in his mouth. The tip of his tongue alternately licked lightly and sucked deeply, sending waves of numbness through her body.
Nono'u couldn't help but raise her hand, gently patting his head, her fingertips running through his black hair.
"You're already a father, why are you still fighting with a child for food?" She chided him verbally, but her gentle eyes were full of undiluted doting, as if looking at a child who would never grow up.
Only then did Saiki raise his head, a bit of milky white residue still clinging to the corner of his lips.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing a boyish, wicked smile: "Well, Aino can't finish it anyway, it'd be a pity to waste it. I'm helping her relieve the 'burden'."
As he spoke, he gave another fierce thrust with his waist and hips.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Nono'u let out a short, startled cry. She immediately bit her lower lip and glared at him with mock anger, "You... why are you still like a child?"
Half a year after the end of the Shinobi World War, under Saiki's tireless "diligent cultivation," Nono'u finally became pregnant with his child.
Now, their daughter, Aino, was almost five months old. At this moment, she was lying in the crib nearby, sleeping soundly, her pink little mouth occasionally smacking unconsciously.
Saiki leaned over, rubbing his nose against the crook of Nono'u's neck, his voice muffled: "In front of you, I'll always be a child who never grows up."
Before he finished speaking, the movements of his waist suddenly accelerated, every impact striking deeper and heavier, straight to the core of the garden.
"Wait, wait... it's too heavy... Saiki..."
Nono'u's voice was broken, her hands weakly gripping his sweat-drenched back, her nails unconsciously sinking into his skin.
After giving birth, her body had undergone subtle changes—it became plumper and tighter, and her sensitivity had greatly increased.
Every time Saiki pushed deep, it felt as if he was touching the depths of her soul, making it hard for her to endure yet impossible to stop.
"S-Sister Director..." Saiki teased in a low voice near her ear, his breath scorching, "After you gave birth to Aino, why has the fertile soil become even narrower? And muddier, more fertile... there's an unbelievable amount of water."
"Y-You, what nonsense are you talking about..." Nono'u's cheeks flushed crimson. She glared at him coquettishly, but her body honestly arched upward to meet him, "D-Do you not like it?"
"I like it to death." Saiki's eyes darkened as he increased the frequency of his thrusts.
The bed emitted a rhythmic, soft creaking sound, intertwined with Nono'u's suppressed moans.
She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to make too much noise—even with the soundproofing barrier, her modesty as a mother made her maintain her final restraint.
Finally, after an exceptionally deep thrust, Nono'u's body trembled violently.
She tightly hugged Saiki, her legs firmly wrapping around his waist, and let out a weeping whimper from her throat.
Almost simultaneously, Saiki also let out a low growl, scattering all his scorching seeds into her deepest parts.
A long time passed before the storm subsided.
"Haa... haa..."
Nono'u lay limp on the bed, her chest heaving violently, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat.
Feeling the scorching fullness inside her, she sighed helplessly: "You put it all inside again... I've already given you Aino, do you still want me to give birth?"
Saiki lay on top of her, kissing her sweat-drenched forehead, his voice filled with laughter: "Of course I want you to give birth. I want to have a whole ninja squad with Sister Director."
"Get out of here..." Nono'u was amused by him and lightly punched his shoulder, "What do you take me for? Having litters one after another."
Although she said that, she wasn't really angry.
When Saiki kissed her lips again and his fingers gently teased her sensitive spots, she submissively opened her legs and proactively wrapped her arms around his waist.
The room soon echoed with blush-inducing sounds again, mixed with suppressed moans and the ambiguous wet sounds of bodies colliding.
By the time this passion finally subsided, the sky outside the window had turned red.
A faint stirring came from the crib—Aino had woken up.
Saiki immediately climbed off Nono'u, haphazardly pulled on his pants, and walked over to the crib.
The little one was staring with round, big eyes, neither crying nor fussing, just looking at him curiously.
"Come, Daddy will hold you." Saiki carefully picked up his daughter, his movements clumsy yet gentle.
Nono'u sat up wrapped in the quilt, watching this scene, the corners of her mouth curling up unconsciously.
This man, who slaughtered like a demon on the battlefield and was domineering and forceful in bed, now looked somewhat adorably clumsy as he held his daughter.
Saiki played with Aino for about half an hour until the little one was full and started yawning again, before he put her back into the crib, gently patting her to sleep again.
"I'm leaving." He returned to the bed and planted a kiss on Nono'u's lips.
"Mm, be careful on the way." Nono'u tilted her head up to return the kiss, her fingers affectionately caressing his cheek.
Hokage's Office.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the blinds, cutting alternating bands of gold and red light on the smooth floor.
Saiki sat sprawled in the Hokage's exclusive chair—the chair that symbolized the highest authority in Konoha, which had now become his "throne" for enjoying private moments.
He draped one hand casually over the armrest, while the other gently stroked the long golden hair of the person kneeling before him.
Tsunade was kneeling between his legs.
Today, she was wearing her signature robe with the "Gamble" kanji, but the hem had been hiked up to her waist, revealing her fair, long thighs.
Her slender hands, painted with red nail polish, grasped his burning heat, comforting it gently and expertly. Her bright red lips occasionally swallowed the tip for a light taste, or flicked nimbly with the tip of her tongue to tease.
"Mmm..."
She had been kneeling for almost fifteen minutes, and her jaw was getting sore.
Saiki timely patted the top of her head, indicating she could stop.
Tsunade raised her head, stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, and tucked a fallen strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her bright eyes shimmering with moisture. The gaze she directed up at him held both submission and deep love.
She stood up, somewhat eagerly lifting the hem of her robe, preparing to straddle him.
However, the moment she lifted her leg, Saiki saw her slightly bulging lower abdomen—she was almost four months pregnant. Although it wasn't very obvious yet, a slight curve could already be seen.
"Sister Tsunade," Saiki held her waist, his voice carrying a rare gentleness, "How about I do it? If you do this... won't you be too tired?"
Tsunade shook her head, stubbornly parting her legs, holding his heat and slowly sitting down.
"I can do it myself," she panted, her hands resting on his shoulders. "You're always so heavy-handed... I'm afraid you'll hurt the baby."
Her lower abdomen was indeed slightly bulging, but it didn't affect her movements in the slightest.
Tsunade expertly adjusted her position to fully engulf his heat, then began to ride up and down.
After becoming pregnant, her body became more sensitive, and her desires seemed much stronger than usual.
Now, sitting astride Saiki, feeling the fullness of being filled, she quickly became aroused.
Saiki looked at her hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, listening to her suppressed yet increasingly rapid panting. Ultimately, he couldn't bear to let her work too hard.
He reached out to support her perky buttocks, thrusting upward in time with her rhythm. This not only saved her some energy but also controlled the depth, afraid she might sit too deep in a moment of passion.
"Ah... Saiki... like this... it's good..."
Tsunade gripped the back of the chair tightly, her head tilting back slightly, her long neck pulling into a beautiful arc.
Seductive moans escaped from her slightly parted lips, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet office.
Her stamina was ultimately not what it used to be—pregnancy made her body tire more easily.
Before long, amidst a violent spasm, Tsunade let out a short, sharp scream. She collapsed limply into Saiki's arms, waves of contractions coming from deep within the garden path.
Saiki held her, waiting for the aftershocks of her climax to gradually subside before slowly withdrawing.
He took a towel from nearby, gently wiped her clean, then carried her to the sofa in the corner of the office.
"Sleep for a while." He laid her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket.
Tsunade was too tired to even move a finger. She just sleepily mumbled "Mm," and soon fell into a deep sleep, a satisfied slight smile still on her lips.
Saiki returned to the Hokage's seat, looking at the mountain of documents on the desk, and shook his head helplessly.
Over the past two years, this office had almost become his and Tsunade's "private venue"—once the soundproofing barrier was activated, the people outside would never know what was happening inside.
He sat down, activating the Hana Hana no Mi's power. Dozens of hands sprouted from the desk, each with an eye on it. Focusing his mind, Saiki began processing dozens of scrolls simultaneously.
Reviewing, stamping, signing, sorting... all processes proceeded methodically under his powerful control.
In less than half an hour, the documents that would have taken Tsunade a whole day to process were completely finished.
The night grew deeper.
Saiki escorted the still-sleeping Tsunade home, settled her in bed, and planted a kiss on her forehead before turning to leave.
The next stop was Kushina's house.
—He had no choice, because Kushina was also pregnant, and already nearly five months along.
Even more delicately, Mikoto Uchiha was also pregnant, and was two months further along than Kushina.
Having two pregnant women living together so they could look after each other was actually quite fitting.
However, when the news of Mikoto's pregnancy first arrived, Kushina nearly tore the house down.
Saiki still remembered the scene that night—the red-haired woman with red eyes, pointing at his nose and cursing him as a "bastard" and a "philandering radish," her tears falling like broken strings of pearls.
It took a lot of effort for him to explain clearly: Fugaku Uchiha had come to him personally, begging him to "help" Mikoto get pregnant in order to maintain the Uchiha bloodline.
"That bastard! He's not a man!" Upon hearing this, Kushina directed all her anger at Fugaku, cursing him through gritted teeth for a full half-hour.
Eventually, she accepted Mikoto's presence.
After all, Mikoto was also a pitiable person—married to a husband who didn't love her, treated as a breeding tool, and finally "transferred" away like this.
Ding-dong—
The doorbell rang.
A few seconds later, the door was pulled open abruptly.
"Saiki!"
Kushina threw herself into his arms like a happy little bird, with enough force to nearly knock him over.
Her pregnancy was already visible now, her lower abdomen clearly bulging, but this didn't affect her vitality in the slightest.
Saiki caught her with a laugh, supporting her waist with one hand and ruffling her fiery red long hair with the other: "Be careful, you're going to be a mother soon."
"Hmph, I'm not that fragile." Kushina lifted her head from his chest, her eyes sparkling, "Why are you so late today? Did Lady Tsunade make you work overtime again?"
"You could say that." Saiki glossed over it vaguely, leading her into the house.
In the living room, Mikoto was sitting on the sofa, holding a baby care book.
Seeing Saiki enter, her cheeks flushed slightly. She stood up somewhat awkwardly: "Sa-Saiki-kun..."
She was still not quite used to such an intimate form of address, but compared to the distant "Lord Saiki" from the beginning, she had improved a lot.
"Just sit." Saiki walked over to her side, naturally wrapping his arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek. "How are you feeling today? Is the baby fussing?"
Mikoto's face turned even redder. She lowered her head and whispered: "F-Fine... just kicks sometimes."
"That's the baby saying hello to you." Kushina leaned over, proudly patting her own belly. "Mine is so lively, it's like he's practicing martial arts in there every day."
Seeing the two pregnant women competing to "show off" their babies, Saiki couldn't help but laugh.
He turned and walked into the kitchen: "You must be hungry, right? I'll cook."
This dinner was warm and peaceful.
Saiki cooked several light but nutritious dishes. While serving food to the two of them, he listened to their chatting—Kushina talked about interesting things she saw on the street, while Mikoto spoke relatively less.
After dinner, Saiki cleared the dishes, and the two women sat on the sofa to digest their food.
When he came out after washing the dishes, Kushina was already leaning on his shoulder, yawning.
"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." Saiki rubbed her hair.
"Mm... I want you to carry me." Kushina stretched out her arms like a spoiled child.
Saiki picked her up in his arms with a smile, then looked at Mikoto: "What about you? Do you need me to carry you?"
Mikoto's face instantly turned red all the way to her ears, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "N-No need... I can walk myself."
But there was clearly a hint of expectation in her eyes as well.
In the end, Saiki picked her up too—one in each arm, easily carrying the two pregnant women into the bedroom.
After washing up, it was time for bed.
Regarding "the three of them sleeping together," Mikoto had initially refused.
Deep down, she was still a traditional Uchiha woman and felt this was simply too shameful.
But under Saiki's "influence," Kushina had long since discarded those pointless reservations.
She pounced on Mikoto with a wicked smile, stripping her naked in a flash. Then she stripped herself completely bare, pinned the blushing, almost crying Mikoto to the bed, and turned to shout at Saiki: "Hurry up! Sister Mikoto can't wait!"
"Kushina! What nonsense are you—" Mikoto's protests were blocked in her throat.
In truth, her struggles weren't strong—it was more out of habitual shyness.
Deep in her heart, she had already accepted this arrangement.
After all, compared to her cold husband, the warmth and care Saiki gave her was something she had never experienced before.
Of course, this was all after Kushina completely accepted Mikoto.
Before that, Saiki had suffered quite a bit—when the red-haired woman's jealousy flared up, it was no joking matter.
Saiki walked to the side of the bed, leaned over, and kissed Mikoto's forehead, his voice gentle: "Don't be nervous, take it slow."
His fingers gently brushed across her smooth skin, from her collarbone to the softness of her chest, and then to her slightly bulging lower abdomen.
His movements were gentle and full of pity, allowing Mikoto's tense body to gradually relax.
Kushina pressed against him from behind, one arm wrapping around Saiki's waist, while the other hand mischievously reached down, grasped his heat, and began to expertly soothe it.
During pregnancy, a woman's desires are often stronger than usual. Aside from the first and last three months which require extra caution, the middle period is actually beneficial for physical and mental well-being with appropriate intimacy.
Soon, under Saiki's patient caresses, Mikoto's body began to react.
Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her legs unconsciously parted slightly.
"Y-You can..." she whispered, her voice carrying a shy tremor.
Only then did Saiki part her legs, leaning forward to slowly enter that already moist secret realm.
"Mmm..." Mikoto let out a soft hum, her hands subconsciously gripping the bedsheets tight.
Saiki's movements were very gentle, carefully advancing and retreating each time, afraid of hurting the child in her womb.
From her initial tension, Mikoto gradually relaxed, beginning to clumsily match his rhythm.
"Saiki..." Kushina hugged him from behind, kissing his earlobe, "I want it too..."
Saiki turned his head and kissed her, but the movement of his waist didn't stop.
Not long after, Mikoto's body suddenly tensed. She let out a suppressed moan as spasms radiated from deep within the garden's water channel—she had climaxed.
Saiki slowly withdrew, bringing out some glistening fluid.
The petals of that hidden valley remained unclosed for a long time, coated in dew, shimmering with an alluring moisture in the dim light.
"My turn!" Kushina couldn't wait to push Saiki onto the bed. She straddled him, holding his heat and slowly sitting down.
"Slow down..." Saiki reminded her.
"Mm!"
Kushina threw her head back, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Regarding her passion, Saiki was always a bit worried: "Be careful with the baby..."
"I know!" Kushina leaned down to kiss him, but her movements didn't slow down at all.
But her stamina was ultimately limited.
Not long after, she was panting heavily, collapsing limply on top of Saiki.
"I-I can't... your turn..."
Saiki rolled over and pressed her beneath him, regaining the initiative.
This time, his movements were still gentle, but amidst Kushina's increasingly urgent moans, he also gradually picked up the pace.
"Saiki... I want... I can't hold on..."
At the moment Kushina climaxed, Saiki also let out a low growl, releasing deep inside.
With a soft pop, he brought out a mixture of fluids when he withdrew.
Using Sage Power, Saiki cleaned the three of them, dressed them in soft undergarments, and lay down in the middle.
Kushina and Mikoto nestled in his arms, one on the left and one on the right, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Saiki did not fall asleep immediately.
He closed his eyes, his Divine Sense extending like fine threads into the bodies of the two women, carefully checking on their condition and that of the fetuses.
—He absolutely would not allow any accidents to happen.
Whether it was the Sage of Six Paths or the reincarnations of Asura and Indra, if anyone dared to touch his children, he wouldn't mind tearing their souls to shreds.
Fortunately, everything was normal.
He had heard that Minato Namikaze had recently married an ordinary medical ninja, and she was also pregnant.
It seemed "Naruto" would still be born, but he didn't know who would give birth to "Sasuke"—Fugaku Uchiha was already a crippled man, and Mikoto's child was definitely Saiki's.
Thinking of this, a cold smirk curled the corners of Saiki's mouth.
Never mind, none of this was important.
As long as his women and children were safe, the world could play out however it wanted.
He hugged the two women in his arms tightly and also fell into a deep sleep.
The Next Morning.
Saiki woke up early and prepared a hearty breakfast—fried eggs, toast, fresh fruit salad, and two glasses of warm milk.
"Wow! Smells so good!" Kushina walked out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes. Seeing the food on the table, her eyes immediately lit up.
Mikoto followed behind her, a gentle look in her eyes as she watched Saiki's back, wearing an apron and bustling about in the kitchen.
The three of them had breakfast together. Saiki chatted with them for a while before leaving.
He went to the Hokage's office first, accompanying Tsunade to handle some official business for a while. Of course, he handled most of the time; Tsunade just needed to sit on his lap, with his arm around her waist, occasionally stamping the documents he handed her.
"You're going to spoil me like this," Tsunade leaned on his shoulder and whispered.
"Then be spoiled," Saiki kissed the top of her head. "I'm happy to do it."
After leaving the office, Saiki went to Tsume Inuzuka's house.
—Yes, she was pregnant too.
During this period, Saiki often wondered if he had entered some kind of "mating season"—the women around him getting pregnant one after another, almost as if they had agreed upon it.
But he quickly came to terms with it: he was nearly sixteen years old. In this world, becoming a father at this age wasn't considered early.
Tsume Inuzuka's house was on the edge of Konoha, near the training grounds.
When Saiki pushed the door open, she was sitting in the yard sunbathing, holding a tiny piece of baby clothing in her hands, stitching it stitch by stitch.
Seeing Saiki, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly revealed a gentle smile: "You're here."
"Mm." Saiki walked over and sat beside her, naturally wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "How are you feeling today?"
"I'm fine, just feeling nauseous sometimes," Tsume leaned on his shoulder, speaking softly. "Hana went to school, she'll be back in the afternoon."
Speaking of her daughter, her eyes dimmed for a moment.
—Just a few months ago, Hana Inuzuka had walked in on her and Saiki in bed.
After that, the little girl hadn't spoken to her for a whole month. The look in her eyes was filled with complex emotions: anger, grievance, and an indescribable... jealousy?
Because of this, Tsume had given Saiki the cold shoulder for quite a while.
But a widow's loneliness ultimately couldn't withstand this young man's domineering tenderness.
Under his "offensive," she quickly surrendered and became pregnant with his child.
Now, she had accepted this reality.
Only, occasionally remembering her daughter's gaze, she still felt a twinge of guilt.
"About Hana... I'll find a chance to have a good talk with her," Saiki said softly.
"Mm." Tsume nodded, handing the baby clothes in her hand for him to see. "Look, I made this for the baby, is it cute?"
It was a small piece of clothing in the Inuzuka clan style, embroidered with cute paw print patterns.
"Very cute." Saiki took the clothes, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the embroidery.
Somehow, the atmosphere between the two gradually became ambiguous.
Tsume's face grew redder and redder, her breathing slightly hurried.
Saiki naturally noticed.
He leaned down to kiss her lips, one hand slipping into her collar to grasp that soft fullness.
"L-Let's go to the room..." Tsume panted.
But Saiki didn't move.
He held her, pressed her down on the tatami in the living room, right in front of her late husband's portrait, and tore open her collar.
"N-No, not here..." Tsume blushed furiously, wanting to struggle, but her body honestly welcomed his touch.
When Saiki entered her, she let out a suppressed whimper, her hands gripping his back tightly, her nails almost sinking into the flesh.
This session was intense and brief.
Tsume quickly climaxed under his fierce thrusts, her body trembling violently, her mind a blank slate.
Afterward, she lay limp in Saiki's arms, tears silently falling.
"I... I have no face to see anyone..." she sobbed, yet she felt an inexplicable excitement—making love with another man in front of her husband's portrait again, this taboo thrill made her feel both ashamed and addicted.
Saiki just held her tenderly, kissing her forehead, saying over and over again "I love you" and "You are mine."
Before long, her mood calmed down, and she even took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips.
In the afternoon, when Hana Inuzuka returned from school, Saiki had already prepared dinner.
"I'm home," the little girl changed her shoes with her head down, her voice muffled.
"Wash your hands, dinner's ready," Saiki greeted her naturally, just like a real father.
At the dining table, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
Hana kept her head down while eating, occasionally glancing up at Saiki, her eyes so complex that even Saiki found it hard to decipher.
There was resentment, grievance, confusion... but there also seemed to be a faint hint of hidden bitterness?
Saiki sighed inwardly.
It seemed some things had to be faced eventually.
In the two years since the end of the Shinobi World War, Saiki's life could be described as utterly absurd—he was either in a woman's arms or in a woman's bed, living like an indulgent, debauched monarch.
But only he knew that he hadn't truly squandered his time.
With the help of Sage Power, he had completely analyzed the mysteries of Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan, and could achieve the same effects with his own power—even stronger ones.
The space-time Dojutsu "Limbo: Border Jail", the Outer Path techniques that manipulate life and death, even summoning meteors with "Tengai Shinsei", he could execute them effortlessly.
During these two years, he hadn't done nothing.
He had cleaned up some hidden dangers that might threaten the future of the Shinobi world: the demon Moryo in the Land of Demons, the ancient summoned beasts hidden in the deep sea, and... the Otsutsuki descendants on the moon.
Yes, he went to the moon.
Using the spatial power he mastered by analyzing Tobirama Senju's "Flying Thunder God Jutsu," he didn't need any jutsu formulas. He tore through space directly with Sage Power, crossing the vast distance between the Earth and the Moon in a single step.
The interior of the moon was a desolate and bizarre world.
There, Saiki found the descendants of Hamura Otsutsuki—those puppets who had become cold, arrogant, and paranoid due to inbreeding.
He showed no mercy, wiping out the entire clan with thunderous methods, leaving only the ancient palace.
And today, he was going to do something that truly concerned the future of the Shinobi world.
In an unpopulated forest outside Konoha.
Saiki sat cross-legged in the center of a clearing, weaving hand signs.
Overhead, the pure white Auspicious Cloud slowly emerged, dropping thousands of light threads, resonating with the surrounding natural energy.
"Open."
He softly uttered a single word.
The next moment, the space in front of him rippled like the surface of water, and a pitch-black spatial rift slowly opened.
Saiki stood up and took a step inside.
When he reappeared, he was standing in the central hall of the palace inside the moon.
It was vast and silent, with huge stone pillars supporting a towering dome, and the floor covered with ancient carvings.
The air was filled with the scent of a thousand years of dust.
Saiki took out the palm-sized miniature Gedo Mazo from his pocket and held it in his palm.
He had already gathered the chakra of all nine Tailed Beasts.
Now, it was time to make this demonic statue complete.
Saiki placed the miniature Mazo on the ground and formed rapid hand signs—not ninjutsu signs, but Daoist signs that mobilized the laws of heaven and earth.
Golden runes flowed from his fingertips, dancing and combining in the air as if they were alive, ultimately forming an extremely complex three-dimensional array that enveloped the Mazo.
Saiki flicked his finger, and a drop of bright red blood from his fingertip landed on top of the Mazo.
The blood didn't slide off; instead, it seeped in as if being absorbed.
The next second—
"Hummm—!!!"
The miniature Mazo vibrated violently, dense purple patterns surfacing on it, emitting a dazzling light.
The space inside the entire moon began to tremble. Dust fell rustling down from the stone pillars, and the runes on the floor lit up one after another.
This spatial vibration even penetrated the seal set by the Sage of Six Paths and his brother, reaching the consciousness that had been imprisoned for a millennium.
"BOOM—!!!"
The floor in the center of the palace suddenly split open, and a pillar of pure white light shot into the sky.
Within the pillar of light, a figure slowly emerged.
She had pale skin, long silvery-white hair, a red Rinne Sharingan on her forehead, and her pure white eyes reflected the pattern of nine tomoe.
She wore a loose white robe, the hem fluttering without wind, her whole body radiating a sacred and majestic aura.
Kaguya Otsutsuki.
The Progenitor of Chakra, the source of all chakra in the Shinobi world.
She floated in mid-air, her pure white eyes looking around blankly, finally settling in front of Saiki.
"Was it... you who saved me?" Her voice was ethereal and elusive, as if coming from a distant time and space.
"Yes!"
"Why?" Kaguya was puzzled.
Saiki looked at her, a gentle smile curling the corner of his mouth: "My name is Saiki, because I like you."
He said this matter-of-factly, as if remarking that the weather today was fine.
Kaguya was stunned.
Imprisoned for a millennium, having experienced betrayal, war, and fratricide, she had long since become numb to things like "feelings."
Now suddenly rescued by an unfamiliar boy and hearing such a blunt confession, her mind went blank.
More importantly—Saiki had long ago used Sage Power to cleanse the negative will within the Gedo Mazo. The moment Kaguya was freed, he infused her body with a pure energy carrying the imprint of his soul.
That energy was gentle yet powerful, like warm sunlight, dispelling the gloom accumulated in her heart over a millennium.
Under the "purification" of the Gedo Mazo and the "infection" of Saiki's energy, the current Kaguya had a mind as pure as a newborn baby.
"Like...?" She murmured the word repeatedly, an unnatural flush appearing on her pale cheeks.
Saiki didn't give her too much time to think.
He stepped forward and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist.
"You—" Kaguya was about to speak, but her lips were blocked.
Saiki kissed her.
It was a gentle yet undeniable kiss.
The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth, slipped into her mouth, and explored and teased gently.
His other hand pressed against the back of her head, leaving her no room to retreat.
"Mmm... mm..."
Kaguya's eyes widened, her pure white eyes full of shock and confusion.
She wanted to push him away, but found her body felt soft and weak—the energy Saiki had injected into her body was silently influencing her will.
What flustered her even more was that as the kiss deepened, an unfamiliar, scorching sensation rose from deep within her body.
It was a lust she had never experienced in her thousand years of imprisonment.
Saiki's kisses moved from her lips to her cheeks, earlobes, neck, and finally lingered on her delicate collarbone, sucking gently.
"No... don't do this..." Kaguya's voice trembled, her hands pressing against his chest, but they were soft and powerless.
Saiki lifted his head, looked at her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, and smiled.
"Kaguya, you are so beautiful."
He picked her up, his figure flashing, and the two disappeared into the pillar of light.
When they reappeared, they had arrived at a bedroom deep within the palace.
This place had clearly been carefully decorated—a soft large bed, warm candlelight, and even a vanity and wardrobe.
Everything was brand new, as if waiting for its master's arrival.
Saiki placed Kaguya on the bed and leaned over, pressing down on her.
"Wait, wait—" Kaguya still wanted to struggle, but Saiki's kiss fell again, blocking her words.
This time, his actions were even more unrestrained.
He tore open her loose white robe—the seemingly tough fabric was as fragile as paper before Sage Power.
The robe slipped off, revealing Kaguya's flawless body.
Her figure was slender and well-proportioned, her skin so fair it was almost transparent. The softness on her chest, while not considered plump, was beautifully shaped, the cherry red tips gleaming seductively in the candlelight.
A flat lower abdomen, long legs, and that sparse, tender area of seagrass... everything was laid bare in the candlelight.
"Ah!" Kaguya gasped, trying to cover herself with her hands, but Saiki caught her wrists.
"Don't cover up, let me get a good look at you." Saiki's voice was low and magnetic, his gaze roaming over her body without any disguise.
That gaze seemed to have substance. Wherever it passed, Kaguya's skin broke out in tiny shivers, her cheeks turning red enough to bleed.
Saiki bent down and took the cherry red on her chest into his mouth.
"Mmm...!" Kaguya's body stiffened, letting out a suppressed moan.
An unfamiliar thrill shot through her entire body like an electric current, causing her to almost lose control.
Saiki's kisses trailed downwards, skimming over her flat abdomen, and ultimately paused before the hidden valley.
"No... not there... please don't..." Kaguya, embarrassed, tried to press her legs together, but Saiki gently separated them.
He leaned down and kissed her.
"Yaa—!!!"
Kaguya let out a short, sharp scream, her body trembling violently.
The stimulation of being teased by his tongue was something she had never experienced in her thousand years of life.
Pleasure surged like a tide, washing away her fragile rationality.
Saiki patiently explored, licked, and sucked, until the valley was completely moist, the petals blooming to reveal a pink entrance.
Only then did he raise his head and take off his own clothes.
The towering, scorching hardness made Kaguya blush furiously, yet she couldn't help but steal a few glances.
"Kaguya," Saiki leaned down, whispering in her ear, "It might hurt a little, but it will stop hurting soon."
Kaguya looked at him. Although there was confusion and fear in her pure white eyes, there was even more of an inexplicable expectation.
This young man who saved her, kissed her, and let her experience "liking" and "happiness," now seemed to exude a fatal attraction in her eyes.
She didn't speak, just slightly parted her legs.
Saiki hesitated no longer.
He knelt between her legs, the scorching heat gently pressing against the moist entrance.
His waist slowly sank—
"Ah...!"
Kaguya bit her lower lip, frowning slightly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
It was a tearing pain, but accompanying it was an indescribable, overwhelming sense of fullness.
He looked down and saw a few bright red plum blossoms dotting the bedsheets.
He was stunned for a moment, then remembered something—the databooks recorded that Kaguya was an "ascetic."
The Sage of Six Paths seemed to have mentioned in the original story that he and his brother Hamura weren't born through normal means, but rather Kaguya had received some kind of blessing to conceive them.
In that case, the Six Paths brothers were similar to Black Zetsu, both products of Yin-Yang Release.
In essence, Kaguya was still... a maiden?
This realization made Saiki's mood somewhat complicated, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion—possessiveness.
He was the first man in a thousand years, and the only man, to possess her.
He embraced Kaguya, planting a kiss on her forehead.
Saiki lowered his head to kiss away her tears, his hands gently caressing her body: "Does it hurt?"
Kaguya shook her head, a very real smile appearing on her tear-stained face: "It doesn't hurt... but... I, I feel so strange..."
Saying this, she proactively lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him to continue.
Saiki held back no longer, beginning to move slowly. After all, with Kaguya's immortal body, that tiny bit of damage healed almost instantly.
"Mmm... ah... so strange... my body... is so hot..."
Kaguya clumsily responded to his movements, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving herself completely over to him.
Her body rose and fell under Saiki's thrusts, her silvery-white long hair scattered on the pillow, her pure white eyes reflecting the candlelight and his focused face.
That warmth, tightness, and even seemingly lifelike squirming made Saiki let out a low growl and pick up the pace.
This was an experience no ordinary woman could provide—the body structure of the Otsutsuki clan females was already unique, not to mention Kaguya was the Progenitor of Chakra.
Her body was like a perfect vessel, capable of perfectly accommodating his power and even resonating with it.
"Ah... Saiki... I'm going to... going to break..."
Kaguya became incoherent amidst the intense pleasure, her body tensing and relaxing, spasms coming in waves from deep within the garden's water path.
Saiki held her, thrusting powerfully from his waist time and time again, each one reaching the deepest part of her soul.
The sound of water, impacts, and Kaguya's increasingly urgent moans wove into an ambiguous melody in the quiet bedroom.
An unknown amount of time passed. In a violent spasm, Kaguya let out a high-pitched scream. Her body trembled violently, and a massive amount of hot liquid gushed from deep within the garden.
Saiki also let out a low growl in the afterglow of her reaching the peak, erupting at the very depths.
The scalding torrent washed over the fertile land, causing Kaguya to tremble once again.
Saiki lay on top of her, waiting for both of them to calm down before slowly withdrawing.
Kaguya leaned against his chest, her pure white eyes full of confusion and dependence: "Saiki... is this 'liking'?"
"It's one part of it," Saiki gently stroked her long hair. "When you like someone, you want to hug her, kiss her, possess her, and also want to protect her, spoil her, and give her everything."
Kaguya nodded, half-understanding, and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist: "Then... I like you too."
Her confession was simple and direct, as pure as she was.
Saiki smiled and kissed her again.
This time, he no longer restrained himself.
Soon, blush-inducing sounds echoed in the bedroom again.
This time, Kaguya was more proactive.
She clumsily but passionately returned his kisses, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, moving to meet his rhythm.
"Saiki... so happy... want more..."
She didn't know what shyness was, merely expressing her feelings honestly.
That innocent appearance only further aroused Saiki's desires.
This passionate affair lasted a long time.
Kaguya's constitution far exceeded ordinary people's, and her regenerative abilities were extremely strong—even if she was tormented until half dead, she could quickly recover nourished by Six Paths power.
And Saiki, who had been relatively restrained recently because all his women were pregnant, could finally let loose.
The bedsheets were changed one after another, the candles went out and were relit.
The two entangled, demanded, and gave tirelessly, as if wanting to release a thousand years of loneliness and suppression all at once.
It wasn't until the morning of the third day that this long "first night" finally ended.
Saiki held Kaguya, the two embracing naked, their bodies covered with hickeys and scratch marks.
"Saiki..." Kaguya leaned against his chest, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on it, "Do you really like me?"
"Of course." Saiki looked down and kissed her forehead, "Otherwise, why would I have saved you? And over these three days, couldn't you feel my 'love'?"
Kaguya's face turned red.
She recalled the madness of the past three days, that ultimate pleasure of being filled, being possessed, being sent to the clouds, and her body involuntarily heated up again.
"F-felt it..." she whispered, burying her face in his arms.
It was unknown whether she was truly "lovestruck" or if, under Saiki's "conquest," only lust remained in her mind.
But regardless, the current Kaguya had fully accepted Saiki's existence, even developing a deep dependence on him.
...
Konoha, late at night.
In a secluded courtyard, ripples suddenly appeared in space.
A pitch-black spatial rift opened silently, and Saiki stepped out holding Kaguya.
"We're here," he said softly.
Kaguya looked around curiously—this was a typical Japanese-style garden. Several cherry blossom trees were planted in the yard, and although the blooming season had passed, the branches and leaves were still lush.
Warm light shone from the house.
Saiki pushed open the door and walked in.
In the living room, Konan and Pakura were sitting by a low table, playing chess.
Seeing Saiki return, both looked up, but when they saw the silver-haired, white-eyed woman in his arms, they were stunned.
They could feel it—that woman exuded a terrifying, heart-palpitating aura.
It wasn't killing intent, but a higher-level pressure, like that of a god.
"Let me introduce you," Saiki put Kaguya down, naturally wrapping an arm around her waist. "This is Kaguya. Kaguya, this is Konan, and this is Pakura. They are all my women."
Kaguya blinked her pure white eyes and nodded obediently: "Hello."
Her attitude was as natural as saying "Nice weather today," completely devoid of any "main wife meeting concubines" tension or hostility—in fact, she probably didn't understand these complex interpersonal relationships at all.
Konan and Pakura exchanged glances, both seeing shock and helplessness in each other's eyes.
But they quickly adjusted their emotions, stood up, and bowed slightly: "Lady Kaguya."
"No need to be so formal," Saiki waved his hand, "We're all family. Is there any food? We haven't eaten for three days."
Konan turned and went to the kitchen, while Pakura went to prepare tea and snacks.
Kaguya curiously followed behind them, watching them busy themselves—she had been sealed for over a thousand years and hadn't experienced this kind of "family life" in a long time.
Soon, a simple meal was prepared. Saiki pulled Kaguya to sit down and naturally placed food in her bowl.
"Try this, the stew Konan made is very delicious."
Kaguya mimicked Saiki, picked up the chopsticks, clumsily picked up a piece of carrot, and put it in her mouth.
After chewing a few times, her pure white eyes widened slightly: "So... delicious."
"If you like it, eat more." Saiki placed a few more pieces of meat in her bowl.
Watching Kaguya eat earnestly and contentedly like a child, Konan and Pakura felt somewhat complicated.
This legendary Progenitor of Chakra, the source of all disasters in the Shinobi world, was now being pampered and coaxed by Saiki like an innocent young girl.
After the meal, it was time to rest.
After washing up, the four returned to the bedroom.
Saiki naturally took off his clothes, lay on the bed, and patted the spot beside him: "Come."
Although Konan and Pakura were a little shy, they obediently took off their clothes and lay down beside him.
But the next scene stunned them—
Kaguya also took off her clothes, but she didn't lie down. Instead, she knelt on the bed, hands supporting herself beside Saiki's legs, naturally sticking her buttocks up and turning towards him.
That posture... was practically an invitation.
"Kaguya, you..." Konan blushed.
"What's wrong?" Kaguya turned back, her pure white eyes full of confusion. "Saiki likes it this way. For the past three days, he often made me do this."
She said it matter-of-factly, completely unaware of what shyness was.
Saiki couldn't help but laugh.
He reached out and patted Kaguya's perky buttocks, saying to the other two: "See, how obedient."
Konan and Pakura exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness and... a faint hint of jealousy in each other's eyes.
This new woman, although she knew nothing, easily captured all of Saiki's attention with her innocence and directness.
But soon, they had no mind to think about anything else.
Because Saiki had already entered Kaguya's body.
"Ah... Saiki..." Kaguya let out a satisfied sigh, proactively moving back to meet him.
Her constitution was indeed special, quickly getting into the mood.
Saiki didn't hold back either, holding her waist and beginning powerful thrusts.
The sound of water, impacts, and Kaguya's increasingly urgent moans echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Watching this scene, Konan and Pakura also unconsciously felt their bodies heat up.
After all, Saiki hadn't come to see them for several days, so it would be a lie to say they didn't miss him.
Before long, Kaguya reached her peak in a violent spasm.
Saiki withdrew and turned to Pakura.
Pakura was more proactive than Konan.
She lay down, parted her legs, and welcomed Saiki's arrival.
When he entered, she let out a suppressed moan, wrapped her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and began to match his rhythm.
Saiki's movements were much gentler than with Kaguya, but Pakura still reached her peak very quickly.
She bit her lower lip, her body trembling violently, waves of contractions coming from deep within her garden's water path.
Saiki withdrew and looked at Konan.
Konan's face was already flushed, but she still proactively lay down and parted her legs.
"Did you miss me?" Saiki leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Konan bit her lip, eventually nodding, and said softly, "...Yes."
Saiki smiled, kissed her lips, while his waist sank, plunging into that familiar secluded valley.
"Mmm..." Konan hummed softly, her hands wrapping around his back.
But right then, Kaguya pressed up against him again.
She hugged Saiki from behind, kissing his shoulder, her pure white eyes full of attachment: "Saiki... I want more..."
She seemed completely unaware of the current situation, purely not wanting to let Saiki "leave" her.
While moving, Saiki turned his head and kissed Kaguya's lips: "Be a good girl, wait a moment."
That night, it wasn't until late that the bedroom finally went completely quiet.
...
Today was Saiki's sixteenth birthday.
Early in the morning, three young girls came to his door—Shizune, Rin Nohara, and Kurenai Yuhi.
Two years had passed, and they had all grown into graceful young women.
Shizune was still quiet and shy, Rin was gentle and sweet, while Kurenai had grown increasingly beautiful, her red eyes sparkling.
"Saiki, happy birthday!" The three said in unison, all wearing bright smiles.
"Thank you." Saiki smiled and rubbed their hair. "Why are you here so early?"
"We have a gift for you!" Kurenai was the boldest. She took Saiki's hand and dragged him toward the room. "Follow us!"
Saiki was pulled into the bedroom by them. Just as he was wondering what gift they were going to give, he saw Kurenai turn around and begin unbuttoning her clothes.
"Kurenai, you—" Saiki was stunned.
But Kurenai didn't stop.
She took off her outer coat, then her undershirt, and finally her underwear.
Soon, the unripe but developing body of a young girl was displayed before him.
Her skin was fair and delicate. Although the softness on her chest wasn't very plump, it was beautifully shaped, the cherry red tips standing slightly erect in the morning light.
A slender waist, long legs, and that sparse, tender seagrass area... everything exuded the aura of youth.
"Saiki, happy birthday." Kurenai blushed but looked at him bravely. "This is... the gift I'm giving you."
Seeing this, Rin bit her lip, gathered her courage, and also began to undress.
Her movements were slower than Kurenai's, her fingers trembling slightly, but her gaze was very firm.
"M-Me too..." she said softly, her cheeks as red as a ripe apple.
Shizune was the last to act.
She had the most timid and shy personality, but seeing her two good friends being so brave, she took a deep breath and began unbuttoning her clothes.
Soon, the naked bodies of three young girls, each with her own charm, were presented before Saiki.
Shizune's figure was the most slender, her chest almost flat, but that unripe shyness added a unique charm; Kurenai was the most developed, the softness on her chest already of a considerable size, with a slender waist and perky buttocks; Rin was somewhere in between, with a well-proportioned figure and skin like snow.
All three barely covered their crucial parts with their hands, but the large expanse of exposed skin was enough to make any man's blood boil.
"Y-You guys..." Saiki didn't know what to say for a moment.
Rin took a deep breath, lowered her covering hands, and blushing, said, "Saiki, happy birthday... I-I like you."
As if afraid she would beat them to it, Kurenai and Shizune also lowered their hands at the same time and said in unison, "Happy birthday!"
Now, three perfect young girl's bodies were displayed before Saiki without any concealment.
They all trembled slightly from shyness, their skin taking on a faint pink hue, and the petals in the valley were even stained with a few drops of crystal dew.
Saiki only felt a hot current rush straight to his lower abdomen.
He wasn't a saint; faced with such a "gift," how could he not be moved?
But he couldn't help but pinch his forehead: "You guys... where on earth did you learn this kind of plot?"
"It-It was Kurenai who said..." Shizune said softly, her face red to the roots of her ears, "She said if we do this... Saiki will definitely be happy..."
Kurenai proudly puffed out her chest: "How is it? Do you like it?"
Looking at their expectant eyes, Saiki finally sighed and revealed a gentle smile: "I like it. Thank you, this is the most... special birthday gift I've ever received."
Hearing him say this, the three girls' eyes lit up.
Then, Rin made an even bolder move—she turned around, knelt on the bed, supported herself with her hands in front, and stuck her perky little bottom up, pointing it at Saiki.
"Saiki... today is all about making you happy. You can do whatever you want." When she said this, her voice trembled, yet it was extremely firm.
Seeing this, Kurenai and Shizune followed suit, kneeling on the bed and sticking their buttocks up.
With three youthful and beautiful bodies presented before him in such a shameful posture, Saiki felt his head "boom," and the last shred of reason vanished.
He quickly took off his clothes and walked to the bed.
His gaze swept over the three bodies, his hand brushing over their perky buttocks one by one, eliciting a slight tremble from them.
"So, who should I start with?" he asked with a wicked smile.
Surprisingly, despite their shyness, all three boldly answered at the same time, "Me!"
"Then let's... do eeny, meeny, miny, moe, whoever it lands on, it is." Saiki said with a smile, pointing his finger in the air, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, whoever it lands on, I'll choose—land, on, you!"
His finger finally pointed to... the one in the middle.
That was Shizune.
"Ah!" Shizune let out a short exclamation, her cheeks red as if they were going to drip blood.
Kurenai and Rin both showed disappointed expressions—Kurenai's eyes were full of jealousy, while Rin's eyes were filled with grievance.
Saiki laughed out loud: "Who said if Shizune is in the middle, I have to choose the one in the middle?"
Saying this, he directly picked up Kurenai on the far left, placed her on the bed, and leaned over to press down on her.
"Saiki, you're cheating!" Kurenai complained coquettishly, but her legs honestly wrapped around his waist.
Saiki kissed her lips, while his waist sank, plunging into that wet secluded valley.
"Mmm...!" Kurenai let out a cute exclamation, her body slightly tensing.
Saiki began to move slowly, while reaching out to pull Rin and Shizune closer, roaming over their bodies.
One hand toyed with the softness on Rin's chest, while the other hand explored between Shizune's legs, gently teasing the petals.
"Ah... Saiki..." Rin panted, proactively kissing his lips.
Shizune shyly closed her eyes, but her body honestly responded to his touch.
Soon, under Saiki's assault, Kurenai reached her peak.
She let out a short scream, her body trembling violently, spasms coming from deep within.
Saiki withdrew and turned to Rin.
Rin couldn't wait to lie down, parted her legs, and shyly welcomed his arrival.
Saiki leaned over and hugged her, his waist sank, plunging into a warm and tight secret realm once again.
"Mmhmm..." Rin hummed softly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said gently, "Saiki, happy birthday... I really like you."
"I like you too." Saiki kissed her forehead, and his waist began to move slowly.
Rin had a slightly higher tolerance than Kurenai, but she was still experiencing such a thing for the first time.
Before long, she reached her peak in Saiki's increasingly fast rhythm, her body tensing and relaxing, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Finally, it was Shizune's turn.
She was so shy she was almost crying, but she obediently lay down and parted her legs.
Saiki's movements were exceptionally gentle.
He slowly entered her tight, unripe body, kissing her lips, softly soothing: "Relax... be a good girl..."
"Saiki... I-I like you..." The moment he entered, Shizune finally gathered the courage to say this.
"I know." Saiki kissed away the tears at the corner of her eye and began to move slowly.
This long and absurd "birthday celebration" lasted until the sun slanted westward.
By the time it ended, the three of them were so tired they couldn't even lift a finger.
Rin and Kurenai lay on either side of Saiki, while Shizune shyly lay on his chest, her small face pressed against his heart.
"Saiki..." Shizune whispered, a hint of grievance in her voice, "Did I... perform poorly today?"
"How could you?" Saiki lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "You were great."
"Really?" Shizune's eyes lit up.
"Really." Saiki said earnestly, kissing Kurenai and Rin on the forehead as well, "Thank you, I'm so happy on my birthday today."
Kurenai raised her head, kissed his cheek, her red eyes full of sly laughter: "Happy birthday... and, I like you!"
In the evening, Saiki's "birthday banquet" officially began.
Almost all the women were there—Tsunade, Nono'u, Kushina, Mikoto, Tsume, Konan, Pakura, Kaguya, Mei (who came specially from the Mist), Zilin (who came from the Stone), and the three girls, Shizune, Rin, and Kurenai.
The yard was full of food and wine, the atmosphere lively and warm.
The women gathered in twos and threes, chatting, ultimately full of anticipation for their future children.
Sitting in the main seat, Saiki watched this scene, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.
This was his home.
These women, the children in their wombs, were his everything in this world.
...
In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed.
Saiki's children were born one after another, and Konan, Pakura, Kaguya, and the others were also pregnant.
Only Kurenai, Shizune, and the other young girls were still young, so there was no rush.
That night, Saiki lay on the bed like a king, enjoying Tsunade's vigorous oral service between his legs.
After serving him, Tsunade raised her head and licked her lips.
But she didn't straddle him as usual; instead, she lay down beside him.
"What's wrong?" Saiki was a little confused.
"You come," Tsunade said simply.
Hearing this, Saiki didn't mind—they were an old married couple, whoever initiated was fine.
He rolled over and pressed her under him, but Tsunade warned: "Gentle."
Saiki couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you usually tell me to use force?"
"Get lost!" The embarrassed and angry Tsunade almost kicked him, "I'm not doing it!"
She was a little sulky.
"No, no, I'll be gentle." Saiki quickly hugged her.
After giving birth to a son, Tsunade's body became plumper, exuding more of a mature woman's charm.
Hearing his apology, Tsunade merely hmphed.
Saiki became gentler, adjusted his posture, and slowly plunged into that muddy area.
Then, he encountered a layer of resistance.
Saiki's eyes widened, looking at Tsunade: "Sister Tsunade..."
He gulped.
Tsunade's beautiful face was flushed, but she still explained: "Didn't you say... that night with me, you felt nothing and it was a pity?"
Back when Saiki went berserk, it was Tsunade who dual cultivated with him to pull him back.
But at that time he lost consciousness and didn't feel the beauty of it.
Saiki immediately became much gentler, leaning over to kiss the corner of her lips: "I'm coming."
"Mm!" Tsunade replied, blushing.
Saying so, his waist sank, breaking through that layer of resistance.
Although this little bit of pain was nothing to Tsunade, her legs couldn't help but clamp around Saiki's waist.
Feeling her squirming and contraction, Saiki didn't rush to move, but leaned over and caressed her, kissing her.
When the kiss ended, Tsunade proactively said: "It's okay now."
Receiving the command, Saiki's waist slowly began to move.
Listening to Tsunade's cries, Saiki buried his head into her majestic softness and sucked.
Enduring the increasingly heavy impacts, and seeing Saiki's "childish behavior," Tsunade couldn't help but say: "Do you like fighting for food with your son that much? Why are you like a child who never grows up?"
Saiki just chuckled: "My son can't finish it, it's a waste."
"Do you have an Oedipus complex?" Tsunade said grumpily.
"Uh, it seems... especially you, Sister Tsunade," Saiki said, using force with his waist, blocking all of Tsunade's next words.
When Tsunade reached her peak, Saiki also held her plump body and erupted.
Feeling the scalding seeds poured inside her, Tsunade was a little helpless—Saiki did this every time, she really didn't want to get pregnant again.
Tonight was a beautiful memory for Saiki.
So he stopped when appropriate and didn't continue.
Holding Tsunade's beautiful body, he fell asleep.
...
Time flew, and Saiki was eighteen.
A youth of this age should be in his prime, but he was already the father of several children.
He also had nearly ten "wives" by his side.
Fortunately, there was no crime of bigamy in this world, otherwise he would definitely be dragged out and shot.
On this day, Saiki called all his women together:
Tsunade, Nono'u, Kushina, Tsume, Mikoto, Konan, Pakura, Kaguya—these women were all holding children in their arms.
There were also the young girls Kurenai, Rin, and Shizune.
Of course, there was also Zilin from the Stone and Mei from the Mist, whom he had brought over.
As for Aunt Reimei... it was better for her not to know all this.
Being an ordinary person was fine too.
"I called everyone here today to tell you something." Saiki began, his voice calm, "My power has reached the limit of this world. Soon, I will break through the constraints of this world and head to a higher level of the Void."
The women were all stunned.
"You're... leaving?" Tsunade was the first to react, a hint of trembling in her voice.
"It's not forever." Saiki walked up to her and reached out to stroke her cheek, "I'll be back. At the earliest a few months, at the latest... two or three years. But I will definitely come back."
He looked at everyone: "You already know about my identity as a transmigrator. Kaguya's existence also proves that beyond this world, there is a vaster universe. I want to explore those places, to find my way home—back to my original world."
He paused and continued: "But don't worry. I have left my power within each of you. As long as you continue to cultivate, one day you too will be able to break through the world's constraints, gain immortality, and see more wonders."
He walked up to Kaguya and took her hand: "Moreover, with Kaguya here, you don't have to worry about your safety. Her strength has mostly recovered now, and with the power I left her, it's enough to deal with any threat—including the Otsutsuki clan that might come from the stars."
Kaguya nodded, her pure white eyes full of determination: "I will protect everyone."
Saiki looked at the others again: "And, the power I left in your bodies, every strike can kill an Otsutsuki-level powerhouse. So, don't worry about any foreign invasion—you yourselves are the strongest guardians."
The women were silent for a long time.
Finally, Tsunade sighed and smiled bitterly: "I knew it... you brat, you've never been one to stay put."
Nono'u held Aino and said softly: "Come back soon. Aino will miss her father."
Kushina's eyes were red, but she tried her best to smile: "Go, go! Remember to bring back some souvenirs for me!"
Mikoto looked at him gently, didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
Konan, Pakura, Mei, Zilin... everyone expressed their reluctance and blessings in their own way.
Shizune, Rin, and Kurenai, the three girls, were already in tears, but they also knew that this man was destined not to belong only to this world.
"And, one last thing," Saiki looked at them, revealing an extremely gentle smile, "I love you all. Every single one of you."
As his words fell, his body began to become transparent, gradually dissipating like bubbles in the sun.
The women subconsciously reached out to grab him, but only caught empty air.
"Saiki—!!!"
Amidst the crowd's calls, Saiki completely disappeared.
...
In the endless Void.
Saiki's consciousness awoke in a wondrous state.
He felt himself being pulled by a powerful force, constantly rising, rising, passing through one invisible barrier after another.
He tried his best to circulate his Sage Power to protect his soul and body.
The surrounding scenery changed rapidly—he saw the planet where the Shinobi world was located, saw the entire solar system, saw the galaxy, saw countless twinkling stars...
Finally, everything disappeared.
He stopped.
Opening his eyes, the sight before him left him speechless with shock.
It was a boundless Void, and floating in the Void were countless huge "bubbles."
Each bubble was the size of a planet, with galaxy-like vortexes slowly rotating inside.
That was... the universe.
Each bubble was a complete universe.
Saiki finally understood—他超脱了 (he had transcended).
He broke through the constraints of his original universe and arrived in the "Void," which was the intersection of countless universes.
From now on, he could roam the Void, traveling to one different world after another.
The road home, although still distant, was no longer an unattainable dream.
He left a mark in the Void—a soul imprint condensed with Sage Power, uniquely his own.
This way, no matter how far he went, he could find his way back.
Then, he chose the "bubble" closest to him and flew towards it.
The Auspicious Cloud above his head emitted a soft light, protecting his body.
Like a shooting star, he crashed into the surface of that bubble.
"Pop—"
A slight sound, like a bubble bursting.
He disappeared.
...
A New World · Setting Sail.
The One Piece World, West Blue, Ohara.
Artillery fire raged.
The Navy's Buster Call fleet was carrying out an indiscriminate bombardment on this island of scholars.
Huge cannonballs fell like rain, destroying houses, igniting forests, and taking the lives of the innocent.
On the shore, a giant was running wildly.
In his huge palm, he carefully held a little girl with black hair.
"Saul! Mom!" the little girl cried.
"Don't worry, Robin! I will definitely take you away from here!" the giant Saul roared, his footsteps quickening.
But just then, a chill rapidly spread from behind.
The seawater froze, the beach froze, and the chill caught up with the giant at an astonishing speed, freezing his right foot in the ice.
"Bang!"
The giant lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The little girl in his hand—Nico Robin—was also thrown out, rolling several times on the beach.
"Robin!" Saul struggled to get up, but his right foot was frozen, completely unable to move.
A tall and thin man walked over slowly.
Wearing the Navy's coat of justice, his entire body exuding a freezing chill, it was Navy Headquarters Vice Admiral, "Aokiji" Kuzan.
"This is the end of the line, Saul." Kuzan's voice was cold, "You can't escape."
Saul gritted his teeth, turned his head and roared at Robin: "Robin! Run! Leave me alone!"
Robin climbed up from the ground, tears blurring her vision.
She looked at Saul, then at the approaching Kuzan, turned around and wanted to run away—
But Kuzan just raised his hand, and a chill shot towards her feet.
"No—!!!" Saul's eyes widened in horror.
Just as the chill was about to pierce Robin, space suddenly rippled.
A figure appeared in front of Robin without any warning.
It was a young man with black hair and black eyes, looking about eighteen or nineteen, handsome, wearing a strange white robe.
He appeared out of thin air, as if crossing over from another world.
Facing the incoming chill, the young man just casually raised his hand.
"Snap."
The chill stopped an inch before his palm, and then... shattered.
It turned into countless ice crystals, dissipating in the air.
Kuzan's footsteps halted.
His expression grew solemn—this young man who suddenly appeared gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
Saul and Robin were also stunned, staring blankly at this mysterious young man who saved Robin.
The young man—Saiki—turned his head and looked at the sea.
There, an evacuation ship was leaving Ohara.
On board were unarmed scholars and ordinary citizens, their hands raised high, signaling to the Navy that they posed no threat.
However, the muzzles of the warships were still aimed at them.
"Fire."
With the command, artillery fire roared.
The evacuation ship turned into fragments in the explosion, and the people on board sank into the cold sea bottom before they could even scream.
"No... impossible..." Kuzan's pupils shrank suddenly, "That was... an evacuation ship!"
Saul and Robin also saw that scene.
Robin sat paralyzed on the ground, her eyes hollow, as if her soul had been drawn out.
Saiki withdrew his gaze, a sarcastic smile curling the corners of his mouth.
"Interesting."
His voice was very soft, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Then, he turned around and looked at Kuzan.
"You," Saiki pointed at him, "can get lost. I don't want to kill anyone today."
Kuzan's face darkened: "Who are you? What is your relationship with Ohara?"
Saiki didn't answer.
He just raised his hand, pointed it in Kuzan's direction, and lightly waved it.
"Boom——!!!"
An invisible terrifying force erupted abruptly.
Before Kuzan could even react, he was blown away, drawing an arc in the air, and crashing heavily into the sea in the distance.
"Saul, right?" Saiki walked to the giant, looking down at his frozen foot.
He extended a finger and tapped lightly on the ice.
"Crack—Crack—"
The ice instantly shattered and melted.
Saul's foot was free.
"T-Thank you..." Saul struggled to climb up, his huge body looking particularly clumsy in front of Saiki.
Saiki ignored him, but walked to Robin and crouched down.
The little girl raised her head, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Do you want to live?" Saiki asked.
Robin was taken aback, then nodded vigorously.
"Then come with me." Saiki reached out his hand, "From today onwards, you are my person."
Robin looked at his hand, then at the burning Ohara on the distant sea, and subconsciously placed her small hand in his palm.
Saiki smiled.
He picked up Robin and said to Saul: "You leave too. Find a place to hide, don't let the Navy catch you again."
After speaking, a pure white Auspicious Cloud appeared beneath his feet, carrying him and Robin slowly into the sky.
Saul looked up at them and shouted loudly: "W-Who exactly are you?!"
In the air, Saiki looked back at him, revealing a meaningful smile.
"My name is Saiki. As for my identity..."
He paused, looking towards the distant horizon.
"A traveler. Someone who... has just begun a new journey."
As his words fell, the Auspicious Cloud turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the distant sky.
Leaving Saul standing blankly on the burning beach, looking in the direction they left, silent for a long time.
And at this moment, on the Auspicious Cloud, Saiki hugged the shivering little Robin in his arms, feeling the completely different "energy" of this world—did they call it "Haki"?
He smiled.
A new world, a new journey.
And he had only just begun.