Just like Saiki had done earlier, Tsunade used a quick, precise strike to knock Shizune unconscious before making her way to Saiki's room.
Saiki's condition was deteriorating rapidly. He looked exactly like someone who had overdosed on a powerful aphrodisiac and was completely unable to find release. His skin burned a deep, feverish red, and thick, pulsing veins bulged prominently across his forehead and arms.
Tsunade reached out, her hand trembling slightly as her fingers traced the scorching heat of his cheek. It was as if she were truly seeing him for the first time.
Over the past three years, Tsunade had watched Saiki grow bit by bit, and he had constantly proven his excellence to her.
She thought back to their very first encounter. When facing Orochimaru, Saiki had possessed a desperate, ferocious resolve, looking as though he were ready to drag his enemy to hell with him even if it meant his own death. Thinking about it now brought a faint, bittersweet smile to her lips.
Perhaps it was that very look in his eyes—trapped in absolute despair yet burning with a stubborn, reckless defiance—that had reminded her of Nawaki when he declared his dream of becoming Hokage. That resemblance was the sole reason she had brought a complete stranger back to Konoha.
Saiki's personality could be somewhat aloof, and he clearly held no great love for the village, which often gave Tsunade a headache.
But when it came to her and Shizune, there was no doubt he treated them as true family.
And Tsunade, in turn, had come to view him as a younger brother.
Yet, in the span of just a few days, so much had happened. Things had escalated to a point of no return.
Tsunade was drowning in regret. Fate had given her clear warnings over the past few days, but driven entirely by her own embarrassment and pride, she had twisted the situation into this disastrous state.
This was entirely her fault. After a final internal struggle, Tsunade made her decision: Since this is my mistake, I will be the one to bear the consequences!
She pulled back the quilt once more. A wave of intense heat washed over her. The situation was truly critical. Saiki currently looked like a man who had overdosed on dangerous stimulants, burning with a lethal fever.
If Saiki didn't possess such an incredibly resilient physique, a normal person running a fever this high would have died hours ago.
Until just a few days ago, Tsunade had still viewed Saiki as a child. But now, staring at him, she was forced to admit that he was no longer just a little boy.
Tsunade was a world-class medical professional. Although she hadn't had much personal experience with the male anatomy, she had studied the medical texts; she knew exactly what the average adult male's dimensions were supposed to be.
And Saiki's size... it was something that even well-endowed adult men would envy. The most staggering fact was that he wasn't even ten years old yet!
She hesitated for a moment, but time was rapidly running out.
"Dan is dead. Tsunade, did you really plan on never marrying for the rest of your life? It's fine... no one will ever know this happened... just treat it as a necessary medical procedure..." she chanted inwardly, desperately trying to bolster her courage.
She still harbored deep feelings for Dan Kato, yes, but they had only been boyfriend and girlfriend; they were never officially engaged or married.
Besides, this was the Shinobi World!
For the vast majority of people, "freedom of marriage" was a completely foreign concept.
Whether to preserve a Bloodline Limit or to secure political alliances, marriages arranged by the village or clan were incredibly common.
Given what she was about to do with Saiki, Tsunade surprisingly found herself feeling very little guilt toward Dan.
She reached out. When her hand finally wrapped around Saiki's "weapon," she gasped and immediately jerked her hand back. It was scalding hot, and she could feel it throbbing rhythmically against her palm, almost as if it had a life of its own, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat.
Even the legendary Tsunade felt her ears burn and her cheeks flush with a furious, embarrassed heat.
Taking a moment to steady her breathing, she reached out again. Once she grew somewhat accustomed to the scorching heat, Tsunade, her face burning a bright crimson, began to stroke him up and down.
If a man overdosed on an aphrodisiac, he didn't necessarily need a woman; simply finding a way to release the built-up tension could suffice.
However, Tsunade knew this approach was highly unlikely to succeed. Saiki didn't just need a physical release; he desperately needed to vent the massive, volatile buildup of chaotic chakra raging within him, not just the biological fluids Tsunade was attempting to coax out.
Despite her rhythmic strokes, while Saiki physically reacted—her hand soon becoming slick with his pre-arousal fluids—her arm began to ache, yet he showed no signs of reaching a climax.
Tsunade knew perfectly well how long a normal man was supposed to last.
Finally, she stopped her manual efforts. She began to strip off her own clothes. She was only wearing a simple bath robe and a small pair of panties!
As the robe slipped from her shoulders, her impossibly mature, devastatingly seductive body was exposed to the cool air of the room.
Despite being in her thirties, her skin was paler, smoother, and softer than a young maiden's. The curves of her body were far more voluptuous and ripe than even the most mature of wives. Her two massive, towering "white rabbits" were truly a peerless, unparalleled wonder of this world.
"You really are such a slut!" When she pulled down her small panties and realized the fabric was already soaked through, she couldn't help but curse herself.
Tearing her clothes that night and exposing her massive breasts to him was undeniably Saiki's fault.
But after he had taken care of her while she was drunk, she had been the one to wake up and treat him to a "steamed bun and sausage" breakfast. Tsunade knew perfectly well that she had simply been horny.
If she had just admitted it that morning instead of trying to find fault with Saiki, she wouldn't be forced into doing something this desperate and foolish now.
It's a brutal reality of human nature.
More often than not, in a desperate attempt to cover up a minor mistake, a person will spiral into committing a massive, uncontrollable error that demands a devastating price.
Because Saiki was completely unconscious, Tsunade had to do everything herself.
Although she was entirely inexperienced, thanks to the incredibly rich "doujin" culture of the Naruto world—and the fact that she was a top-tier medical ninja—Tsunade knew exactly what needed to be done.
She climbed onto Saiki's bed, lifting one smooth, pale, and slender leg to straddle his lower abdomen.
By now, Tsunade's face was flushed a deep, violent red, and her breathing had become ragged and heavy.
Setting aside the fact that losing one's virginity is inherently nerve-wracking, the fact that her partner was a "little man" over two decades younger than her made the situation infinitely more intense. Regardless of how she tried to rationalize it, a crushing wave of shame and nervousness washed over her.
The sheer anxiety caused Tsunade to squeeze her eyes shut.
Resting her hands firmly on Saiki's chest for balance, she shifted from a kneeling position to a deep squat, shimmying her hips backward until she was positioned directly above his "weapon."
Although there was still a slight distance between them, feeling the searing heat radiating from him and the extreme sensitivity of her own body, she felt as though his weapon was already locked onto her "gates," ready to breach her defenses at any moment and flood her with his rampaging, chaotic chakra.
Closing her eyes hadn't helped; the darkness only amplified her anxiety. Bracing herself, she began to lower her hips.
Unfortunately, Tsunade's aim was slightly off. Saiki's weapon didn't find the correct entrance; instead, it bumped firmly against a different, tightly sealed "back door."
"Ah!" Even though it was just a light bump and nothing actually happened, it startled Tsunade so badly she let out a sharp gasp. If her hands hadn't been planted firmly on his abdomen, she would have completely lost her balance and tumbled off him.
After adjusting her position for another agonizing moment, knowing time was running out, she swallowed her shame and used her own hand to guide him to the correct, dewy entrance.
With her small hand guiding him, she rubbed against his tip slightly to ensure proper alignment. Once everything was perfectly positioned, she slowly began to sink down.
Saiki was lying there like a corpse, completely oblivious to his surroundings. However, his body's primal, biological instincts took over. He began to tremble slightly—a visceral reaction hardcoded into his very DNA.
The moment she began to sink, Tsunade felt herself being stretched open inch by agonizing inch. She could feel his immense rigidity and searing heat, a sensation so overwhelming she felt as though she were literally being torn apart.
Despite her body being fully mature and ripe, she was entirely unaccustomed to this. Even though Saiki was incredibly firm, her progress was excruciatingly slow, and the tearing pain was intense.
"How can it hurt... this much...?" The overwhelming sensation of fullness and the sharp, tearing pain caused her voice to tremble uncontrollably.
Driven by her nervousness, she kept her eyes clamped shut. Through a series of agonizingly slow, repetitive attempts to sink lower, she finally felt Saiki's tip press against the final, pure barrier of her maidenhood.
Tsunade felt the resistance and immediately froze. She knew that if she pushed down even a fraction of an inch further, there would be absolutely no turning back.
But if she stopped now, Saiki would die.
"Tsunade! Tsunade! You already decided you were never going to marry anyway. What the hell are you hesitating for?!" She mentally screamed at herself. Gritting her teeth with absolute resolve, she forced her hips down hard.
"AH!" A sharp cry of pain tore from her throat. Tsunade had suffered far worse injuries on the battlefield; physically, this was nothing to her. Yet, the pain felt incredibly profound, echoing deep within her soul.
Because Tsunade knew that from this exact moment onward, her purity was gone forever. Tears—whether from the physical pain or the emotional weight of the moment—began to stream from the corners of her eyes.
"Nngh!" As if sensing the breach, Saiki's body gave a slight shudder. A small fraction of the chaotic chakra raging within him finally found an outlet, surging through their intimate connection and flooding into Tsunade's body.