In the silence of the midnight forest, beneath the great tree, the moon hid behind a cloud to avoid the shameful scene below.
Fortunately, no one was nearby. Even though Tsume had managed to suppress her screams, the rhythmic sound of Saiki's heavy impacts was carrying quite a distance.
Still holding her legs, Saiki pressed his weight down.
Already hyper-sensitive from her climax, the renewed pressure on her womb made Tsume let out a sharp cry.
"Sai... Saiki!" Even with the red facial markings, the deep flush on her skin was obvious.
With fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she looked up at him in a panicked daze.
Saiki reached out and wiped the sweat from her brow, smiling.
"Well, Sensei? What happened tonight? You came so fast. Were you that nervous?"
Tsume's face turned a violent shade of red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
It was the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
She couldn't even find the words to scold him; after all, Saiki hadn't even finished yet.
Seeing her so flustered, Saiki stopped teasing her.
He reached out and began playing with one of her massive breasts, savoring the weight and the incredible elasticity.
Inside her, the environment was scorching hot and incredibly tight, her muscles still pulsing with the aftershocks of her release.
Even with Saiki standing still, it felt amazing.
They stayed like that for several minutes, Saiki giving her time to recover.
Eventually, the feverish heat and the initial rush of euphoria began to fade.
Seeing Saiki staring at her without a word, his "weapon" still standing proud and ready within her, Tsume finally couldn't take the silence.
"Sai... Saiki... if you aren't... done yet... I... I can keep going."
In the past, Saiki had always been the one to initiate. For her to say the words herself was so embarrassing she could barely get them out.
Having received the invitation he wanted, Saiki grinned. "Thank you, Sensei!"
But he didn't resume the plowing. Instead, he pulled out with a wet pop.
Tsume looked at him in confusion as the accumulated fluids began to leak out, soaking the stone beneath her.
Saiki lowered her legs and said, "Sensei, let's change positions. Stand up and lean against the tree with your hands. It'll be easier for me."
Given how many clothes they were still wearing, their previous position had indeed been cumbersome.
Changing poses was nothing new to them; they had explored many variations during their dual cultivation sessions.
Tsume didn't object. A new position would satisfy Saiki and give her a different kind of pleasure.
"Mm," she hummed, sitting up and then standing. Her legs felt like jelly.
She turned her back to Saiki, leaned forward, and braced her hands against the rough bark of the tree.
She realized almost instantly how incredibly lewd this position was.
The tree's roots were uneven, forcing her to bend her waist deeply. Her plump peach was arched high into the air, presenting itself fully—a pose far more exposing than the standard "dog style."
Saiki, watching from behind, had a perfect view.
This angle made her massive buttocks look even more voluminous and perky.
He could see the entire "valley" and the "whirlpool" at the entrance in vivid detail.
The moonlight was dim, but Saiki's eyes seemed to glow as he committed every inch of the provocative scene to memory.
Feeling his intense, unabashed gaze on her backside, and with the blood rushing to her lowered head, Tsume's face burned again.
She let out a soft, impatient huff of embarrassment.
Hearing her signal, Saiki snapped out of his trance.
He didn't delay any longer. He swallowed hard to settle his excitement and moved in.
The entrance was still slick and muddy from the first round. Saiki slid back inside with zero resistance.
"Nngh!" That feeling of being filled to the brim made Tsume let out a soft cry.
It wasn't just physical; being "filled" by Saiki replaced her anxiety and guilt with a strange sense of grounding security.
Saiki gripped her waist and pulled her hips back and up, adjusting the angle.
Tsume cooperatively sank her waist lower, thrusting her heavy peaches further back to meet him.
He didn't waste any more time. He gripped the two mounds of her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
Using her hips as his pivot point, he launched into a series of brutal, driving thrusts.
With the leverage this position provided, the smack-smack-smack of his hips hitting her was deafening.
The sloppy, squelching sounds of him plowing through the moisture were just as loud.
Every strike hit her core. Because her body was already primed, Saiki's every lunge hammered directly against her womb.
The soul-shaking impact was too much for Tsume to handle quietly.
"Ah... nngh-nngh... ahhh!" She arched her long neck, her face tilted toward the sky.
She tossed her head back and forth, as if trying to shake off the waves of pleasure crashing into her brain.
Her lips spilled a continuous, melodic wail of surrender.
Under Saiki's relentless pounding, she forgot where she was.
She forgot the forest, she forgot the patrols; the only thing that existed was the boy behind her.
Smack... smack... smack...
The battle continued. Tsume eventually reached her limit and began to plead for mercy.
"Ah... Saiki... please... slow... gentler..."
The forest, the teacher, the student, the "mature woman," the "young boy"—all these taboo elements acted as a powerful aphrodisiac for Saiki.
He felt like he could go on forever.
"Haa... slower..." Even a fierce kunoichi like Tsume couldn't handle Saiki's full-throttle pace.
She reached a hand back, trying to push against his stomach to slow him down.
Saiki caught her hand and yanked it up, forcing her upper body to lift.
Instead of a brake, her small hand became another handle for him to use for leverage.
Under the force of Saiki's thrusting, her pale, plump peaches were being slapped a angry, vibrant red. But he wasn't done.
After a particularly violent barrage, Tsume let out a shattered scream.
Saiki stopped abruptly. He pulled her upright, holding her soft body in his arms from behind.
He cupped her breasts, his chest heaving as he gasped for the cool night air.
He had gotten too carried away. Under Tsume's frantic contractions and the crushing pressure of her interior, he had almost reached his own limit.
He'd had to pull back at the last possible second to stay in control.
Usually, Saiki wouldn't bother holding back.
But tonight was different. He had a gut feeling that if he ended the night too soon, Tsume wouldn't give him another chance like this.
Tsume was still pulsing and squeezing around him, her body a furnace of heat and moisture.
Saiki gritted his teeth and held on.
He held her for a long time until the urge to explode finally subsided.
Saiki's hot breath puffed against her back, and his hair tickled her neck.
The sensation made the dazed Tsume toss her head back, nuzzling against Saiki like a submissive animal.
A few minutes later, the sounds of smack-smack-smack and nngh-nngh-ah resumed beneath the tree.
Tsume braced herself against the trunk once more, her slender waist dipping low, her long, muscular legs spread wide.
She presented her massive, rounded peaches to the heavens.
Watching her toss her head in mindless ecstasy, Saiki realized his work was far from over.
He had to continue tilling the soil and clearing the path before he could finally plant his seeds.
Seeing her in this state of total submission was a massive ego boost for Saiki.
However, this position still had a drawback: Tsume was significantly taller than him.
Even with his strength, he couldn't achieve a perfect, deep lock.
"Sensei... can you spread your legs a little wider?"
He gripped her waist, his hips continuing their work as he spoke gently into her ear.
"What...?" Her eyes were hazy, sweat dripping from her brow.
Her lips were parted as she panted, her mind clearly elsewhere.
"I can't quite reach deep enough," Saiki explained honestly.
He pushed upward, his toes digging into the dirt as he pressured her womb to emphasize his point.
Finally, she widened her stance and bent her knees slightly.
Now, with only a slight effort of his waist, Saiki could bottom out completely.
He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts, and launched his final sprint.
Amidst Tsume's unrestrained screams, Saiki finally erupted.
As the scalding flood hit her womb, Tsume's eyes rolled back in her head, and she nearly blacked out.
Her "riverbed" clamped around Saiki in a vice-like grip as her own fluids overflowed in a massive surge.
Drip... drop...
A mix of his cream and her clear fluid leaked from her entrance, dripping onto the ground.
The sound was tiny, but in the silence of the forest, it was loud enough to be heard over their ragged breathing.
Saiki held onto her tightly, acting as her only support to keep her from collapsing into the dirt.
He waited patiently as she slowly descended from the peak of her pleasure.
"Saiki..." Tsume murmured his name, her voice as lazy and content as a pampered house cat.
His hands were still on her breasts, and his "weapon" was already beginning to stir again.
Holding her close against his chest, Saiki whispered into her ear, "Sensei... you were screaming so loud. Did it feel that good?"
He felt the body in his arms instantly flare with heat again. She was utterly mortified.