Novels require logic, but reality is often far more absurd.
Just like with Tsunade—a series of accidents leading to a moment of temporary insanity where she offered herself up.
If Saiki were currently lucid, he would be horrified by what he was doing.
Nono'u was the literal definition of a "ideal wife"—gentle, maternal, and kind. Taking advantage of her affection to force her was an act of absolute villainy.
Nono'u's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Her love for Saiki was that of an older sister, but now that this line had been crossed, she was lost.
Did she hate him?
Not truly. At most, she was furious that he was being such a bastard. But seeing his pained, delirious state, she couldn't bring herself to truly despise him.
For a hardened Kunoichi like Nono'u, the physical pain of her "first time" was manageable; these were women who could take a blade to the gut without a sound.
Furthermore, Saiki's behavior didn't completely ruin her perception of him. After breaching her, he didn't immediately begin ravaging her like a wild animal. He held her close and stopped moving, as if waiting for her to adjust to the pain.
In reality, Saiki wasn't being considerate. The moment they connected, the boiling Yang Qi in his system flooded into her. His animal brain was simply enjoying the immense relief and subsiding agony that came with the release of that energy.
As the Yang Qi circulated through her, the pain faded, replaced by the euphoric, heaven-bound sensations of dual cultivation.
Having plundered a measure of Yin Qi from Nono'u, Saiki stopped his advance. But because she wasn't yet producing enough Yin Qi to fully douse his fire, his restlessness returned almost instantly.
He shifted his weight, sitting back up to grip Nono'u's waist.
Aside from those with specialized clans or the elderly, constant training ensures every female ninja has a fit, athletic figure. Aside from some flat chests, their bodies are almost all alluring curves: full breasts, slim waists, and perky buttocks.
Nono'u's waist was perfectly flat, a true "willow waist" that could be encircled by a single pair of hands.
But a Saiki driven by lust wasn't interested in aesthetics. He gripped her waist and prepared to indulge in the "bad behavior" he craved.
Even though she had accepted her loss of purity, feeling Saiki rise over her and grip her waist made Nono'u tremble with fear. She knew what was coming.
She lacked the strength to stop him, and he wouldn't listen to reason anyway.
And as Saiki's Qi began its work inside her, Nono'u felt a traitorous spark of desire in her own heart. Her body grew slick, preparing to receive him again.
These involuntary reactions filled her with shame, but Saiki's next actions drowned out everything else.
With heavy breaths and bloodshot eyes, he loomed over her, his skin a feverish red.
Gripping her waist, amidst the loud, rhythmic smack, smack, smack of colliding flesh, Saiki began to vent his lust.
"Nngh... ah...!" Nono'u had expected him to be gentle, but he was a hurricane of brutal thrusts.
Even for a boy, Saiki's "weapon" was far beyond the norm. Despite this being her first experience, she was subjected to the agonizing, yet strangely addictive sensation of her womb being battered over and over.
Even with her iron willpower, she couldn't stop the breathless moans escaping her lips.
She wanted to cover her mouth, but his Qi kept her pinned like a specimen on a board.
She could only bite her lip and try to be silent.
The mind might resist, but the body was far more honest.
Just as Nono'u thought he couldn't get any more disrespectful, he proved her wrong.
Like a beast venting its hunger, the missionary-pumping Saiki leaned down. He let go of her waist to grab one of her massive "papayas"—which was so large he couldn't even close his hand around it—and clamped his mouth over the peak, biting and sucking with primal ferocity.
Instinct is hardcoded into the genes. Stripped of his sanity, Saiki sought "nourishment," even if the soft breasts of a woman who had never given birth would provide none.
Being treated like a nursing infant multiplied Nono'u's shame a thousandfold. It was a humiliating, constant reminder of their respective roles.
His hips were like a machine that knew no fatigue. Her muffled, suppressed whimpers acted as a reward for him, pushing him to thrust even harder.
Even with his mind clouded, Saiki wanted to claim every part of her.
After lingering on the breast for a time, Saiki lifted his head. Under his dual cultivation, the Yin and Yang exchange produced such pleasure that the dazed Nono'u didn't notice the predatory fire in his eyes.
Despite her maturity, she was struggling to endure his pace. Her small mouth hung open as she gasped for air.
"Nngh!" The next second, Saiki sealed her mouth with his own. With practiced ease, he drove his tongue past her lips. The sudden intimacy of the kiss snapped her back to reality, her eyes flying wide open in shock.
A kiss was for lovers. Her first kiss had been stolen. She felt a profound sense of loss.
It was a bizarre contradiction: what he was doing below was infinitely more obscene than a kiss.
But women fixate on symbols. The sex was something she was "forced" into.
But the kiss... the kiss felt like an acknowledgment of a bond she wasn't ready for.
But resistance was futile. The act was finished. Her gentle nature would only allow her to silently endure his taking.
His lips locked in a bruising kiss with hers, his hands refusing to let go of her breasts, his hips continuing to plow her fertile fields.
In the dead of night, in a room the world had forgotten, a man and a woman were tangled in a storm of passion.
The woman was in her twenties, with sandy-brown hair and a gentle, beautiful face.
Her expression was a mix of reluctance, exhaustion, and a lingering trace of tenderness.
The one pinning her down was a young boy, smaller and shorter than her, who had lost his mind to lust.
In such a pairing, one would assume the woman was the leader, but the woman's tightly furrowed brow made it clear she was the victim.
"Saiki... gentler... please..." As he continued his assault, her long legs had unconsciously wrapped tightly around his waist. She whispered muffled pleas for mercy into his ear.
Using her maternal gentleness to accommodate his violent desires, they lost track of time. Her body was slick with sweat, and his breathing was a ragged roar.
Soon, he reached the threshold. His pace became frantic.
One hand on a papaya, the other on a plump peach, he lifted her hips as high as he could to optimize the final impact.
During the exchange, the seal on Nono'u's body had dissolved. But even free, she didn't strike him. She just endured, feeling his aura finally beginning to stabilize.
Nono'u sensed the end. Her medical training told her what was about to happen.
"Saiki... you can't... wait...!" Her lips were sealed again, his hand on her peach tightening to keep her in place.
She had some strength back, but her bones felt like water. Combined with his final, explosive surge into her womb, she had nothing left to fight with.
"AHHH!" Ultimately, her thighs acted on instinct, locking around his waist in a vice grip as her body shuddered violently, losing all control.
Feeling the scalding, thick heat flood her womb, Nono'u felt a wave of dizzying helplessness. There was no going back now.