The soft body in Saiki's arms flared with heat once more.
Saiki wanted to go for another round, his desire still simmering, but Tsume Inuzuka was firm. She rejected him with a look of absolute determination.
Having already vented his initial hunger through several explosive bouts, Saiki saw she wouldn't budge and decided not to force the issue.
Perhaps out of a sense of lingering guilt, or simply to soothe him, she knelt before Saiki.
She took his still-throbbing weapon into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to clean him with a level of dedication that made Saiki's toes curl.
Through these few midnight sessions, Tsume's oral skills had improved at a terrifying rate.
Feeling her warm throat and skillful suction, Saiki decided that missing out on one more pincer-hold wasn't such a bad trade-off after all.
Once he was pristine, Saiki watched as she squatted down near the edge of the stone.
Like a woman relieving herself, she worked her internal muscles to expel the heavy load of seeds Saiki had pumped deep inside her.
The familiar, wet splat and squelch of his essence hitting the ground made Saiki let out a soft chuckle.
Tsume shot him a glare that was meant to be threatening but only looked flushed and vulnerable.
Internally, she was sighing with helplessness. Saiki finished inside her every single time.
Even though she used her chakra to scrub her womb clean afterward, the fear of an accidental pregnancy still haunted her.
Once both were redressed and tidy, Tsume looked at the wet patch on the rock and felt a surge of shame.
She briefly considered moving to a different spot to talk, but ultimately sat back down on a clean section of the stone.
The "business" portion of their meeting continued, but she had already failed to persuade Saiki with her body.
Having been bullied until she nearly blacked out, she knew her words weren't likely to fare much better.
A few days later, the gates of Konohagakure appeared on the horizon.
"YEAH! I'M FINALLY HOME!" Genhai shouted, looking like a hot-blooded shonen protagonist.
He raised his arms toward the village gates, his voice vibrating with pure, unadulterated excitement.
Spiky hair, burning spirit, bright smile—it was a shame he wasn't the main character of this story.
His boisterous display immediately drew weird looks from the people entering the village. They instinctively steered clear of him, assuming he was a local lunatic.
Fearing the social stigma by association, Shizune and Kurenai—the more self-conscious girls of the group—subtly moved a few steps away from Genhai.
Their body language shouted: I don't know this person.
Saiki just smiled. This was exactly how a teenager was supposed to act.
He lacked that kind of innocent, fiery spirit himself; in a way, he envied Genhai's ability to be so genuinely "hot-blooded."
Looking at the massive gates of the Leaf, Saiki felt nothing.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had recalled him, but Saiki knew he didn't have to obey. What could the Old Man actually do to him?
But Saiki missed Nono'u and Kushina, so he had chosen to return.
While Saiki was indifferent, Tsunade and Tsume were both consumed by worry.
Tsunade's relationship with the Leaf was a tangled web of love and hate.
She despised her teacher, Hiruzen, and the village elders for their moral bankruptcy.
Her brother and her lover had died in wars orchestrated by these men, and the Senju clan had been systematically erased from existence. She wanted nothing more than to leave this place of sorrow forever.
But Saiki was returning to a political hornet's nest. To ensure his safety, she had been forced to come back. The conflict in her heart was agonizing.
Compared to the Sannin, Tsume felt entirely powerless. She lacked both the political standing and the raw strength to interfere.
Saiki's massacre of the Root squad had inflicted a massive blow to the village's shadow assets. It was a direct, bloody challenge to the authority of the High Command.
Anyone with eyes could see that Saiki's return would be met with heavy sanctions, punishment, and likely a "cleanup" operation.
But as a ninja, Tsume had been raised on the dogma that the mission comes before the individual.
A part of her mind still believed that the Hokage's orders, however flawed, had to be followed.
Yet, Saiki had committed that mass slaughter specifically to protect her reputation.
Could she really watch him be sacrificed on the altar of "Village Security" for an order that violated every fiber of her humanity?
Her heart screamed "No." She would sacrifice herself before she let Saiki fall.
But the root of the problem was the Leaf's greed and fear of Saiki's power. They had targeted him long before she became a variable.
Worst of all, she simply didn't have the strength to tip the scales.
In her desperation, she had tried to use physical intimacy to convince Saiki to desert the village.
Clearly, that hadn't worked. He had enjoyed her body and then ignored her advice entirely.
Saiki didn't share their anxieties. The Pre-natal Qi in his system granted him the power to decapitate Hiruzen and Danzo whenever he pleased.
If they didn't want to talk like civilized adults, Saiki would be more than happy to erase their souls from the cycle of reincarnation.
He reached out and patted Genhai's shoulder. "Let's go. Your mom's going to be thrilled to see you back in one piece."
The group bypassed the long queue, earning jealous glares from the civilians. After a quick registration, they officially entered the village.