Kushina supported Saiki's slumped upper body while Tsume grabbed another towel to wipe the blood from his mouth and chest.
If Saiki had been conscious, he would have died from sheer excitement.
A completely naked Kushina was holding him, his face pressed with zero-distance intimacy against her soft, firm breasts. The sensation of that smooth, yielding skin would have been absolute heaven.
Tsume, also completely bare, crouched right in front of him, meticulously cleaning the blood from his body.
Even though he was unconscious, it wasn't guaranteed he couldn't feel anything; after all, blood was now steadily dripping from his nose.
"What's going on? Why is his nose bleeding so much?" Tsume asked, frowning as she wiped away the blood only for a fresh stream to immediately take its place.
If Tsume hadn't pointed it out, Kushina might not have realized.
But hearing the question, Kushina finally processed the physical reality of the situation: Saiki's face was buried directly in her cleavage.
Her mind was already a chaotic mess from the terrifying sight of Saiki's monstrous, fully erect "little brother," and now, realizing the extreme intimacy of their current position, she panicked.
In her flustered state, Kushina instinctively tried to push Saiki away. Fortunately, Tsume reacted quickly, catching Saiki before he could collapse backward onto the hard stone floor.
As she caught him, Tsume realized Saiki's skin was burning hot.
The violent impact of Tsunade's punch had blasted away most of the hot spring water. The areas of Saiki's body that were no longer submerged were already bone-dry, the moisture rapidly evaporating off his feverish skin.
"Lady Tsunade! Saiki's body temperature is dangerously high! What do we do?" Tsume asked, looking at Tsunade with deep anxiety.
With the blood wiped from Saiki's face and chest, the immediate visual trigger for her hemophobia was gone.
Tsunade's condition finally began to stabilize. Supported by Shizune, she waded over to Saiki's side.
They say every disaster has a silver lining. Saiki had certainly suffered the disaster, but he had yet to reap the rewards.
Tsunade approached him, her magnificent, naked body completely exposed. Her two massive "white rabbits" swayed and bounced mesmerizingly, but Saiki lacked the consciousness to appreciate the view.
Tsunade placed her hand on Saiki's chest. A vibrant green chakra emanated from her palm as she began a deep diagnostic of his internal condition.
While hemophobia temporarily drained her physical strength, it didn't hinder her peerless medical ninjutsu.
She immediately detected the chaotic, violently boiling chakra ravaging Saiki's meridian system.
She attempted to inject her own refined chakra to suppress and pacify Saiki's, but it was utterly useless.
The moment her chakra entered his system, it was violently devoured by the raging, chaotic energy tearing through him.
"What is happening? Why is this brat's chakra in such absolute chaos?"
A deep frown creased Tsunade's pale face.
Tsume, who was currently holding Saiki, was in no mood to care about the fact that his bare chest was pressed against her own naked breasts.
She was the one feeling the terrifying heat radiating from his body. "Lady Tsunade, how is he?" she asked nervously.
Tsunade tried several more times, adjusting her chakra frequencies, but she fundamentally failed to calm the raging storm within him.
"His physical body hasn't sustained any structural damage," she finally concluded. "But his internal chakra is violently unstable. We need to get him back to his room immediately."
Hearing this, Tsume looked around.
Kushina was currently scrambling to find a bath towel to cover herself up. Tsunade had just finished her diagnostic and was still physically weak from her phobia trigger, leaning heavily on Shizune. Shizune herself was far too small to carry him.
Grabbing both of Saiki's hands, Tsume fluidly turned around, crouched, and hoisted him onto her back.
However, the moment Tsume stood up, she instantly regretted volunteering.
Saiki's raging "weapon" was currently pressing rigidly against her lower back. Thankfully, the towel Kushina had thrown over his lap provided a thin layer of separation.
But with Shizune and the others watching, she couldn't exactly stop. She hooked her hands under Saiki's knees and began carrying him toward the house.
Watching Tsume and Shizune carry Saiki away, Kushina, her face still flushed red, walked over to Tsunade.
"Sister Tsunade, how are you feeling? Do you need me to help you walk?"
"Thanks," Tsunade nodded, not bothering to act tough. Her strength was still returning.
Despite maintaining a facade of calm, Tsunade's heart was gripped by genuine terror.
She had lived with Saiki and Shizune for three years. Seeing them every single day, eating together, bickering together... even a pet pig would have earned her deep affection by now.
The moment Saiki had vomited blood, staining his mouth and chest red, the horrific, traumatic memories of Nawaki's death had violently resurfaced. For a terrifying second, she felt as though her entire world was collapsing all over again.
It was only after confirming that Saiki hadn't suffered any lethal physical trauma, just some internal meridian strain, that she finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Although ninja possess incredible physical strength, Saiki was completely unconscious. He couldn't wrap his arms around Tsume's neck to secure himself. As his body naturally slipped lower with every step, Tsume found herself suffering in silence.
Saiki's "weapon" felt like a loaded pistol pressed firmly against her spine.
As she repeatedly hitched him higher to keep him from falling, the towel draped over his lap inevitably slipped away. Saiki was now pressed completely bare against Tsume's naked back.
Feeling that scorching, rigid heat grinding against her skin with every step, even Tsume—a mature, experienced woman—couldn't stop her face from flushing a deep, embarrassed red.
And to make matters worse, Shizune was walking right beside her. Tsume couldn't exactly put Saiki down and ask Shizune to tie a towel around his waist.
Fortunately, the distance from the hot spring to the house was short.
They quickly reached Saiki's room. As Tsume finally laid him down on the bed, she let out a massive sigh of relief.
With the bath towel completely gone, Saiki's robust, masculine physique was fully exposed.
Shizune's face instantly burned a violently bright red. Having studied medical ninjutsu, she wasn't entirely ignorant of male anatomy, but she had never expected the "real thing" to look so incredibly intimidating.
Seeing Shizune turn her head away in extreme embarrassment, Tsume couldn't help but find the girl's reaction amusing. "Saiki is fine for now. Why don't you go get dressed first?"
Hearing Tsume's suggestion, the blushing Shizune nodded quickly and practically sprinted out of the room.
With Shizune gone, Tsume finally let her guard down.
Looking at the completely naked Saiki, Tsume then looked down at herself.
She was also entirely naked. Her two full, heavy breasts were exposed to the air, and her sparse "water grass" lacked any covering whatsoever.
Because the emergency had been so sudden, they had all rushed straight from the bath; their clothes were still in the changing room.
Hearing footsteps approaching from downstairs, Tsume quickly grabbed a bath towel that had been dropped on the floor—the one used to cover Saiki earlier—and wrapped it around herself, covering her breasts and her lower half.
She walked back to the bed and placed her hand on Saiki's forehead.
His temperature was terrifyingly high. Aside from his head, which was still steaming slightly, the rest of the moisture on his body had already been completely evaporated by his feverish body heat.
Such an unnaturally high fever was incredibly concerning. Tsume looked at him with deep worry.
Staring at Saiki's exposed body, Tsume quickly adjusted his limbs, pulled up the neatly folded quilt from the end of the bed, and covered him. Only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
It wasn't winter, so the quilt on Saiki's bed was quite thin.
Even under the blanket, the "tent" he pitched remained glaringly obvious.
Staring at the sharp, elevated peak in the blanket, Tsume recalled the terrifying, vein-bulging size of it. She couldn't help but mutter softly, "What an indecent little brat. When you grow up, who knows how many girls you're going to ruin."
Despite her teasing words, Saiki's current condition was deeply alarming. Tsume's face was etched with genuine concern.
Saiki's symptoms were exactly like someone trapped in a terrifying, unbreakable Genjutsu; his chakra was in total disarray.
And indeed, Saiki was trapped in a Genjutsu.
The combined "Harem Seduction Jutsu" unleashed by the naked, stunning forms of Tsunade and Kushina had triggered a violent Qi Deviation, throwing his internal energy into absolute chaos.