The atmosphere was thick with tension; they were on the absolute verge of an explosion.
Under Saiki's piercing gaze, Tsunade felt a hard, scorching pressure grinding against her soft camel toe.
She tried to struggle, but she was trapped. Her body began to feel heavy and meltingly soft; she was starting to get scared.
"I... I really won't move this time. Saiki, just get off me first."
Her voice was trembling; she was genuinely frightened by the look in his eyes.
Saiki didn't listen. Tsunade's mix of fear and bashful submission only made her look more breathtakingly beautiful.
It made his pulse race even faster, his breathing turning into heavy, ragged hitches.
His gaze turned predatory, looking as if he wanted to reach out, knead her into a ball, and devour her whole.
Tsunade saw the change. That hungry, wolf-like stare told her exactly what he was thinking.
The last time they did it, it was a medical necessity to save his life.
That didn't mean she was willing to be his plaything on a whim.
Realizing she was in trouble, she ignored the risk of being overheard and screamed, "Saiki! Let me go! Do you hear me?!"
She fought with everything she had. Even with Saiki suppressing her chakra, Tsunade's raw physical power was so immense that he almost lost his grip on her.
In truth, Saiki hadn't intended to do anything out here in the grass.
But her desperate struggling only added fuel to his fire.
Tsunade was like a wild, untamed roan mare; Saiki felt that if he didn't break her spirit through raw dominance, he would never truly conquer her heart.
And as she thrashed, whether intentionally or not, her soft mound was providing a relentless, rhythmic massage to the tip of his weapon.
Saiki's hands—and his Flower-Flower arms—gripped her even tighter.
"No!" Saiki replied, his voice cold and absolute.
Despite her being the one who attacked first, Tsunade was the one who exploded.
Her eyes flashed with a celestial fury as she glared at him, her voice a lethal snarl.
"Saiki Shiroya! Get the hell off me! If you don't, I will make you regret the day you were born!"
Saiki wanted her submission, and since she had started the fight, her current attitude only pissed him off further.
He roared back at her, abandoning all politeness.
"Go ahead then! Make me regret it! You already abandoned me once—why should I listen to a word you say? You're just a lying, hypocritical woman!"
He was so worked up that flecks of saliva actually landed on Tsunade's face.
"What did you say?!" Between the saliva and the roar, Tsunade hit her breaking point.
"Saiki Shiroya, you bastard! Let me go! I swear to God I will kill you!"
She used his full name for the second time today; she was officially beyond reasoning with.
Faced with her death threats, Saiki just sneered.
"Oh? Then get up and kill me. I'm waiting."
His condescending stare drove her into a mindless rage.
But the reality remained unchanged: she couldn't beat him, and she couldn't break his hold.
She could only scream and thrash in a futile attempt to escape.
"Saiki Shiroya! If you don't release me this second, I vow on my life, I will slaughter you, you little animal!"
Their bodies were locked in an incredibly erotic tangle.
Tsunade's struggle was not only useless, but it was causing her soft camel toe to continuously rub against Saiki's rigid heat, driving his arousal to a fever pitch.
Being called a "little animal" and threatened with death made Saiki's brain short-circuit.
He blurted out a sentence that he would immediately come to regret.
"Sister Tsunade... are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to seduce me?"
For a second, Tsunade didn't even process what he'd said.
But when it clicked, her world froze. Saiki's weapon was literally buried in the cleft of her crotch because of her own thrashing.
They had already been intimate. Saiki had filled her womb multiple times.
If it weren't for his unique constitution, she would likely be pregnant already.
Technically, their relationship was already established, so exposing the truth shouldn't have been a big deal.
And in truth, since returning to the village, Tsunade had begun to accept him in her heart; she was just struggling to find a way to save face.
But that "face" was often the hardest barrier to overcome.
Saiki's crude accusation had just ruthlessly shredded the last of Tsunade's dignity.
She went completely silent.
She didn't stay silent for long. She was simply the quiet before a volcanic eruption.
Even Saiki felt a sudden, bone-chilling cold. The air around them seemed to solidify.
The tension was suffocating.
Tsunade's eyes turned ice-cold. It was the eye of the storm—the precursor to a level of violence that would be legendary.
Saiki's heart skipped a beat. He knew he'd fucked up. But the words were out, and there was no taking them back.
He tried to de-escalate, but the look on Tsunade's face told him it was too late for apologies.
"Saiki Shiroya... today, I am going to end you."
Her voice was low, steady, and filled with an absolute, terrifying authority that vibrated in her teeth.
Saiki knew further explanation was a waste of breath. It would only make her angrier.
He realized he couldn't keep her suppressed like this forever without it turning into a real tragedy.
He took a breath and slowly released his grip on her arms and legs.
He leaped backward, putting a safe distance between them.
The moment she was free, Tsunade spring-loaded off the ground.
She glared at Saiki as if she wanted to skin him alive and eat his heart.
But as she prepared to lunge again, she stopped.
The only sounds in the clearing were their heavy breathing and the rhythmic thumping of their hearts.
Tsunade bit her lip so hard it bled, clearly struggling to maintain control of her emotions.
Saiki looked at her with a mix of regret and readiness. He was prepared for a fight, but he felt like an idiot.
Just then, a breeze swept through the grass, cooling the physical heat between them and bringing a shred of rationality back to the surface.
Tsunade took a long, shaking breath.
Surprisingly, when she spoke, her voice was calm and flat.
"Saiki. You are still a child. There are things you simply don't understand. Forget what happened that night. It's over. There is no future for us. It is impossible."
Hearing the direct rejection, Saiki was at a loss for words.
He had spent all this time trying to win her over, and Tsunade knew it.
As long as she remained silent out of embarrassment or confusion, Saiki had a path forward.
But by setting aside her pride and saying the words out loud, she was officially closing the door on their relationship.
Saiki didn't want to use force. He wanted her heart.
Hearing her call it "impossible" felt like a physical blow.
The clearing fell into a heavy, stagnant silence.
Saiki was so distracted he didn't even have the mental energy to maintain the Flower-Flower barrier.
Tsunade had clearly made up her mind.
But Saiki wasn't a man who accepted "impossible."
He looked at her one last time, his eyes burning with a dark, stubborn resolve.
"Tsunade. I'm not giving up on you."
With that, the distraught Saiki transformed into a blur and vanished.
He tore through the forest at a velocity that looked like flight.
He felt that if he just ran fast enough, he could outrun the sting of her rejection and the chaos in his own head.
His "weak" retreat was born of how much he truly cared for her.
If he didn't care, he could have used the seals he'd placed on her to enjoy her body whenever he wanted. But he hadn't.
Watching Saiki disappear, Tsunade let out a long, shuddering sigh.
She had rejected him. She felt the relief of the "right" decision, yet her heart felt strangely hollow and cold.
She had no idea that her blunt rejection had just changed the rules of the game.
Saiki had shifted his goal: if he couldn't win her soul first, he would conquer her body until her soul had no choice but to follow.