Standing by Saiki's bed, Tsume watched him with deep concern.
Saiki's personality was usually a bit withdrawn; he preferred to stay home rather than socialize.
Yet, Tsume had grown very fond of him. As his temporary instructor, having him by her side during missions provided her with an overwhelming, undeniable sense of security.
Tsume had expected Tsunade and Kushina to come upstairs immediately, but they had apparently gone to get dressed first.
Looking down at her own towel-wrapped body, and then back at Saiki in the bed, Tsume's gaze inevitably drifted back to the "tent" he was pitching.
She couldn't help it; the sheer height of the bulge under the blanket was impossible to ignore.
Staring at that aggressively raised tent, Tsume recalled the sensation of carrying him. The scorching, rigid heat pressed against her back, combined with the sheer, unbelievable size of it, made her seriously question if that was a scale a child should possess.
If he was already like this now, how terrifying would he be when he fully matured?
The mere thought of it sent a shiver down Tsume's spine. He really might kill someone in bed.
Her wildly inappropriate thoughts caused a deep flush to spread across her usually bold face.
Step!
Step!
Step!
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped Tsume back to reality. She turned to see Tsunade and Kushina, now fully dressed, entering the room.
"Lady Tsunade, look. Saiki's fever seems to be getting worse," Tsume said, her voice laced with worry as she looked at the still somewhat pale Tsunade.
Tsunade was consumed by a profound sense of regret.
Why did I have to do all those stupid, meaningless things just to prove a point? Just to prove that Saiki desired me? What exactly was I hoping for?
Even if Saiki did have feelings for her, they would only be the confused crushes of a child!
When did I become so petty and twisted? If I had a question, I should have just asked him directly. Why play these useless mind games? Now, my own cleverness has backfired and caused this.
But as often happens in life, regret is useless after the fact. If regret could change the past, Tsunade's life wouldn't be nearly as tragic.
"Mm, I see," Tsunade replied quietly. She walked to the edge of the bed and placed her hand firmly on Saiki's forehead.
Standing nearby were the fully dressed Kushina and Shizune, along with Tsume, who was still wrapped in a towel. They all watched with anxious eyes.
Saiki's condition was remarkably similar to being trapped in a Genjutsu.
While still at the hot spring, Tsunade had already attempted standard medical treatments, but they had proven entirely ineffective against his current state. Therefore, she decided to treat him as if he were under a powerful illusion; she began channeling her chakra into his brain, sinking her own consciousness into Saiki's subconscious mind.
The Senju clan was renowned for their monstrous physical vitality and life force, not their Genjutsu prowess like the Uchiha.
However, precisely because of their endless wars with the Uchiha, the Senju possessed unparalleled experience and highly specialized techniques for resisting and breaking Genjutsu.
In the original timeline, after Kakashi was subjected to a month of psychological torture in Itachi's Tsukuyomi, leaving him wishing for death, he only fully recovered after Tsunade returned to the village to treat him. Her ability to break and heal mental trauma was absolute.
Subjected to the ultimate "Harem Seduction Jutsu" by the frankly displayed bodies of Tsunade and Kushina, Saiki's mind had descended into chaos. The Pre-natal Qi within him had rampaged, triggering a Qi Deviation that plunged him deep into a hallucinatory state.
Within this illusion, Saiki was experiencing an incredibly beautiful, erotic dream.
Rumble! Crash!
In Saiki's dreamscape, a heavy rainstorm battered the roof outside. He was sleeping deeply in his bed, only to be awakened by the heavy, soft weight of someone pressing down on top of him.
Opening his eyes, he saw Tsunade, dressed in a sheer, practically translucent nightgown, grinding her hips against him. She looked down at him with a gaze filled with a potent mix of raw lust and deep apology.
"Sister Tsunade? What are you...?" Seeing Tsunade on top of him with that expression, Saiki was startled.
However, the dream-Tsunade pressed a delicate finger against his lips. Her voice was dripping with seductive charm.
"Did I scare you? Don't be afraid. I just came to tell you that you don't need to worry about what happened this morning. I only did those things to you because I couldn't bear the loneliness anymore!"
Hearing this, the dream-Saiki was confused and slightly nervous. "Sister Tsunade, what's wrong with you?"
The dream-Tsunade slowly lifted her torso. With a casual, provocative tug, she untied the sash at her waist.
The sheer nightgown parted, allowing her two massive, heavy "white rabbits" to spill out freely. She looked at Saiki and whispered, "Do they look good? Do you like them?"
He stared at them. They were more massive than papayas. The skin was flawless and smooth, pale with a faint, healthy pink hue, the delicate blue veins faintly visible beneath the surface. Their shape was absolutely perfect, topped with plump, vibrant crimson cherries and small, delicate pink areolas.
Faced with this sight, the dream-Saiki's brain practically short-circuited. He swallowed hard and asked, "Sister Tsunade, what are you doing?"
The dream-Tsunade sighed helplessly. "Don't you remember? Because I was so unbearably lonely, I ground against you this morning until I was satisfied."
As she spoke, the dream-Tsunade rocked her hips back and forth.
Only then did the dream-Saiki realize that his pants had vanished at some point. His fully erect "brother" was currently trapped beneath Tsunade's plump bottom, pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.
As she rocked her hips, Saiki could clearly feel that her conservative white panties were completely soaked through with her own arousal, exactly like they had been during the "steamed bun and sausage" incident that morning.
The dream-Tsunade continued her explanation: "I didn't want you to realize how utterly shameless and desperate for you I was. So, when we were bathing tonight, I deliberately tempted you, hoping to prove that you were the lecherous one with dirty intentions toward me. That way, I could justify my own lust. I knocked you out to silence you. I'm sorry."
The dream-Saiki was still dazed. "Sister Tsunade, what's happening to you? Are you okay?"
But the dream-Tsunade pressed on, "Even though I'm the one who's shamelessly lusting after you, I tried to pin the blame on you. Tell me, do you like me too? Tonight... I want to give myself to you."
With those words, the dream-Tsunade completely discarded her nightgown. She stood up and slowly slid her soaked panties down her legs. Just like in the hot spring, a completely naked dream-Tsunade stood before the dream-Saiki.
Staring at her breathtaking body, the dream-Saiki immediately pitched a massive tent, standing at full attention.
Perhaps because he hadn't gotten a clear look in reality, no matter how hard the dream-Saiki tried, he couldn't quite visualize the intricate details of her "valley"; his mind could only conjure the smooth, hairless mound of a "white tiger."
Then, the dream-Tsunade gently guided Saiki into position. Positioning herself perfectly, she slowly began to lower her hips onto him.
CRACK!
In the very next instant, the dreamscape shattered like fragile glass, reassembling itself to start the entire sequence over from the very beginning.
Having projected her consciousness into Saiki's subconscious mind, Tsunade watched this exact sequence play out before her eyes.
Furious, she threw a punch at the dream-Saiki, but her fist was violently repelled by an invisible, impenetrable barrier.
"Damn it! You filthy brat!"
Watching the scene loop and repeat, Tsunade's face burned a violent, furious red. Since when had she ever been so pathetic and desperate?!
However, Tsunade finally understood what was happening. For some reason, Saiki was trapped in a self-sustaining hallucinatory loop.
This wasn't uncommon. Beginners attempting to learn Genjutsu often screwed up and ended up trapping themselves within their own mental illusions.
Ultimately, Tsunade could only curse him as a "damn brat," because fundamentally, Saiki's subconscious deductions weren't entirely wrong.
While she hadn't actively, consciously decided to grind against him for sexual gratification that morning as the dream suggested, she was deeply, profoundly lonely. Her body had subconsciously sought out his warmth and comfort, leading to that compromising situation.
And her decision to deliberately make things difficult for Saiki in the hot spring? It was entirely driven by her refusal to admit her own intense loneliness and physical frustration; she had desperately wanted to shift the blame onto Saiki's supposed "lecherous nature" to protect her own pride.
The dream-Tsunade's behavior was simply Saiki's subconscious analyzing her actions. Saiki had essentially deduced the underlying psychological truth behind her behavior, though his teenage mind had admittedly exaggerated her level of "desperation" and lust.
Opening her eyes in the real world, Tsunade's face was flushed a deep, embarrassed red. "You damn brat!"
"How is he, Lady Tsunade... Sister Tsunade?" Shizune, Tsume, and Kushina all looked at her with anxious eyes.
At this moment, Tsunade truly wanted nothing more than to beat Saiki to a pulp. But considering the incredibly embarrassing, highly intimate nature of his "condition," she could only manage a vague response: "Mm. I've found the root cause. I will handle it."
Hearing Tsunade's reassurance, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
The profound embarrassment and frustration made Tsunade feel incredibly irritated. She turned to the others and said, "Tsume, you should go get dressed. Kushina, Shizune, head downstairs for now. I need some quiet time to figure out exactly how to treat Saiki's specific problem."
Hearing this, and knowing Saiki's condition was unstable, the others had no intention of interfering. They cast worried glances at Saiki.
However, as their eyes inevitably swept past his still-towering "tent," Shizune, being a bit naive, remained somewhat oblivious, but Kushina and Tsume's faces flushed red once again.
Once the three of them had left, leaving only Tsunade and Saiki in the room, Tsunade finally let out a long, heavy breath.
Looking down at the unconscious Saiki, and recalling the humiliating, intensely erotic scenes from his dreamscape, Tsunade found herself completely at a loss for how to actually resolve his current predicament.