After today's massive battle, where the front lines took a direct hit from a Tailed Beast Ball, the Leaf had suffered significant losses.
Exhausted by the casualties of their comrades and the pain of their own wounds, those without patrol or sentry duty had long since fallen into a deep sleep.
The forest was silent, save for the occasional chirp of an insect or the rustle of a bird.
The ninken were far too intelligent to bark and give away positions; everything was unnervingly quiet.
Deep within a thicket of bushes, the brilliant moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth below.
From beneath a massive tree, the heavy sound of ragged breathing drifted through the air—a sound so primal that even the moon seemed to hide its face in embarrassment.
Had it not been for the soundproofing barrier erected around them, these shameful noises would have been audible from a mile away.
Savoring his teacher's warm, soft lips and drinking in her sweet saliva, Saiki's hands were far from idle.
They had already slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, roaming over those two soft, bouncy peaks.
His thumbs and forefingers relentlessly kneaded the erect cherries atop the snowy mounds, determined to drive her into a frenzy of stimulation.
Because of the existence of chakra and the mental fortitude gained through shinobi training, ninja usually possessed incredible self-control.
However, from the moment Tsume Inuzuka first engaged in dual cultivation with Saiki, she had begun to be molded into his shape; she simply had no resistance against his "bullying."
When he first pushed her down, she had offered a weak, token shove.
But as the kiss deepened, her hands lost their strength and ended up wrapping helplessly around his neck, her tongue passionately dancing with his.
As the long kiss finally broke, a thin silver thread of saliva connected their lips.
Though the light was dim, Saiki's vision was perfect; he saw her flushed cheeks, her misted, hazy eyes, and the way her small mouth gasped for hot air.
Tsume saw him just as clearly. Her specialized secret techniques had enhanced her eyes and nose to a predator's level.
She saw the raw, burning hunger in Saiki's gaze—a desire to possess her and ravage her completely.
This realization made her already hammering heart skip a beat with a thrill of submissive joy.
With both hands cupping her breasts, Saiki could feel the frantic vibration of her heart.
He slid one hand down, tracing the faint outline of her abdominal muscles on her flat stomach as he moved lower.
"Saiki, stop..." Tsume gasped, her hand flying down to catch his wrist in a panic.
"Sensei, it hurts... it's so hard..." Saiki whispered his shameless plea, taking her hand and pressing it against the massive, throbbing tent in his pants as proof.
Even through the thick fabric, Tsume could feel the scorching heat and the sheer size of him.
Her hand instinctively tried to recoil, but Saiki held it there, forcing her to feel every pulse of his arousal.
He looked directly into her eyes, his voice dripping with raw need. "Give yourself to me. Please?"
Her face was already red, but now it turned a violent shade of crimson.
She wanted to say no, but the words wouldn't come.
Finally, she stammered, "Saiki... not here. Someone will find us."
"Don't worry, Sensei. I promise no one will see."
Lying atop her soft, yielding body and inhaling the intoxicating musk of her skin, Saiki launched his offensive.
He pulled his hand back to her chest and yanked down the zipper of her jacket. Tsume made a brief attempt to stop him, but seeing his absolute resolve, she surrendered.
Beneath her standard Leaf uniform was a fishnet undershirt. Saiki lifted the hem, pushing it up to reveal the two majestic, snowy peaks previously confined by her bra.
He reached behind her back, and with a soft click, her heavy breasts were finally liberated.
Saiki cupped both of them, his palms barely able to contain the massive mounds.
He squeezed firmly, marveling at the incredible elasticity as the soft flesh spilled through his fingers.
It wasn't their first time, but under Saiki's scorching, predatory stare, Tsume had to turn her face away in embarrassment.
Saiki leaned down and captured one cherry and a large portion of the pale flesh in his mouth, sucking and biting hungrily.
His tongue swirled around the nipple, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her skin.
Even though there was no milk to be found, Saiki tasted her like a starving infant.
Tsume's face was burning up. The electric sparks of pleasure were so intense she had to bite her lip and pull Saiki's head closer to keep from screaming.
Still, a series of uncontrollable, breathy whimpers escaped her nose.
After a thorough tasting, Saiki's mouth moved down, kissing his way across her flat belly.
When he moved to go lower, Tsume stopped him. "Don't..."
Even through her pants, Saiki could smell the scent of her arousal and feel the heat radiating from her core.
She was clearly soaked. To save her a shred of dignity, he didn't push for a taste down there.
He stood up, intending to strip her completely, but she stopped him again.
"Saiki, don't take it all off... what if someone comes...?"
She couldn't finish the sentence, but Saiki didn't mind.
Outdoor sex was more thrilling with the clothes still hanging off them anyway. He nodded. "Alright."
He reached down and undid the drawstring of her pants.
Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed the waistband along with her panties and yanked them down.
Tsume cooperatively lifted her hips, allowing him to slide them down to her knees.
Because of the specialized ninja uniform and the bandages wrapped around her shins, the pants couldn't go any further.
Saiki grabbed her legs and hoisted them over his shoulders.
Looking at the pile of fabric around her knees, he saw the dark, heavy wetness at the crotch of her panties.
Even in the dark, his vision was sharp enough to see the soaked silk.
"Sensei... you're already so wet," Saiki teased in a low whisper.
Despite having heard it before, Tsume kicked her legs against his shoulders in protest, her face flaming. "Shut up!"
"Fine. I'll plug the leak right now so the water stops flowing," Saiki chuckled.
Tsume just whipped her head to the side, refusing to acknowledge his shamelessness.
It was strange. She was willing to let him use her, yet she still felt a sense of resistance toward his touch and his words.
Saiki couldn't quite wrap his head around her psychology.
He didn't dwell on it. He quickly kicked off his own pants and knelt between her thighs.
With their clothes bunched around them in a messy, inconvenient way, it wasn't the most comfortable setup, and the rock beneath them was hard.
But that was the essence of a midnight tryst—the perfect intersection of discomfort and absolute ecstasy.
Saiki gripped her legs and pushed them forward, arching her back and tilting her plump peach upward.
He guided his weapon to the entrance. After a few teasing rubs and probes, he found the mark.
The battle hadn't even started, yet the mere contact had their hearts hammering in their chests.
Saiki sank his hips, finally breaching the defenses.
Tsume was more than ready. As he drove through the muddy, winding, and narrow riverbed, Saiki slammed directly into the gates of her womb.
The impact was so intense that both of them let out a heavy, synchronized grunt.
The dry heat of his body was instantly swallowed by her warm, wet interior.
The sheer relief and pleasure made Saiki let out a long, ragged sigh.
With her legs clamped tight around him, the pressure was unlike anything he'd felt before.
Despite the awkward position, the sensation was mind-blowing.
Holding her legs with one hand and a breast with the other, Saiki gritted his teeth and began to pump his hips, launching his assault on the enemy fortress.
The riverbed was flooded and slick. Saiki had to be careful not to slip, but the moisture only made his thrusts more fluid.
"Nngh... mmph!" Tsume let out a constant stream of muffled groans.
She gripped the hem of her jacket with white-knuckled intensity, trying to suppress her voice.
Watching her struggle only made Saiki more aggressive.
He didn't slow down; he accelerated. He slammed relentlessly against her firm, rounded peach, the sound of smack-smack-smack echoing through the trees and making the moon blush.
Under his relentless pounding, her teeth finally released her lower lip.
Her mouth hung open, her breath coming in shallow, frantic gasps.
Combined with the wet sounds of their union, it created a melody of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Ah... nngh-ah!" Every sweet cry that escaped her lips was fuel for Saiki's fire.
Her cheeks were as red as a sunset, and her heaving chest was slick with sweat.
As Saiki's thrusts reached a frantic pace, Tsume's body began to stiffen and spasm.
Her legs clamped tightly around his shoulders, trembling with the force of her approaching climax.
The walls of her "riverbed" contracted around him, but Saiki held his ground, continuing to drive through the flood.
"Nngh..." Tsume bit her lip again, but a high-pitched, shameful moan still spilled through the gaps in her teeth.
A moment later, her body went completely rigid before finally going limp.
Her trembling legs slid down and draped uselessly over Saiki's shoulders.