Lunchtime arrived rapidly.
As the Director, Nono'u didn't usually have to cook, but she was expected to lead the children.
Given the ongoing war, she was busier than ever.
When she failed to show up at the dining hall, one of the older matrons decided to check on her.
Inside the room, the battle was reaching its climax.
The slapping sounds were constant, and Nono'u was lost in a fog of ecstasy, her cries becoming harder to restrain.
She didn't hear the footsteps approaching, but Saiki's Divine Sense caught them easily.
Even with the barrier, he knew the matron was at the door.
Saiki didn't stop. He actually accelerated.
The door was locked, and the barrier ensured no sound escaped to the hallway.
The matron reached the door and frowned. It was locked from the inside.
She knocked. Thump, thump. "Director? Are you in there? It's time for lunch."
The barrier was one-way; it blocked sound from leaving, but allowed outside noise in.
Hearing the matron's voice, Nono'u reacted like a drowning victim being pulled to the surface.
"Saiki!" she gasped, her eyes flying open in total panic.
Her body went rigid. She tried to push him off, her hands shaking.
But it was too late.
The sudden, violent contraction of her hyper-sensitive walls acted like a vice on Saiki's weapon.
He hit his limit instantly.
"Aagh!" Saiki groaned, his body shuddering as he pumped wave after wave of hot cream deep into her womb.
Nono'u let out a strangled cry of her own, her body convulsing in a massive, final climax as her internal floodgates burst open.
Thump, thump. Two more knocks.
"Strange. Where did she go?" the matron muttered before her footsteps faded down the hall.
The staff was used to Nono'u being absent for missions, so they didn't think much of it.
Panic, fear, joy, and satisfaction—conflicting emotions exploded in Nono'u's brain.
The former Root elite, known for her ice-cold composure, had finally lost control.
Sometimes, losing your mind is the only way to feel alive.
She wrapped her arms around Saiki's neck and her legs around his waist, pressing her face into his.
As the panic subsided, she felt a profound sense of security in his arms.
Saiki, however, felt a pang of guilt after the rush died down.
She had been so good to him, and he had intentionally pushed her into a state of terror just for a cheap thrill.
It was a classic male failing—doing something for excitement and regretting it immediately after.
But he knew he'd probably do it again.
As their breathing settled, they stayed locked together, soaking in the heat of their skin.
Nono'u eventually reached up and swatted the back of Saiki's head.
"Alright... get up," she whispered into his ear.
Saiki, knowing his little trick hadn't fooled her, pulled back sheepishly.
"Sister Nono'u... I'm sorry. I lost control for a second."
Nono'u looked at his apologetic face and sighed. She found it hard to stay angry at him.
He was a brat, but he was her brat.
She reached out and pinched his cheek. "You're getting too mischievous, Saiki. Don't ever do that to me again. Do you understand?"
Saiki had slaughtered the village elders for her, but Nono'u's gentleness was his true weakness.
Looking at her beautiful, slightly frustrated face, Saiki felt like a piece of garbage.
In front of her goodness, his "iron heart" turned to mush.
"I won't do it again, Sister. I promise."
"Mm. Good," she said, squeezing his cheek once more. "Now get dressed. You need to eat. You must be starving."
Nono'u's kindness was Saiki's greatest shackle. He became an obedient puppy.
With a wet pop, he withdrew and knelt beside her.
Looking at the puddles of his spent seed soaking into the messy sheets, Nono'u felt a wave of embarrassment.
She wasn't worried about pregnancy—as a medic, she could handle that—but the mess was proof of how wanton she had been.
Her body was too sensitive for him; she simply couldn't stop the "overflow."
Seeing Saiki eyeing the damage, she barked, "Get out! I need to clean this room!"
Not wanting to push her further, Saiki dressed quickly and slipped out the door.
The fresh air hit his lungs, and he felt rejuvenated.
The Dual Cultivation had done its work; he felt full of life.
Inside, Nono'u felt her face cooling down, but her legs were like jelly.
She thought about their "session" and wondered what Saiki would be like when he was fully grown.
The thought made her shiver, and her cheeks flared red again.
After a quick lunch at the orphanage, Saiki said his goodbyes.
He had one afternoon left to prepare for the front line. He needed to see Kushina.
He sprinted toward the hospital.
As he moved through the streets, he spotted a familiar, dejected figure wandering aimlessly.
"Sensei Tsume?"
Hearing his voice, Tsume Inuzuka stopped dead, looking up at him as if he were a ghost.