Having moved Saiki to the other bed, Tsunade was about to strip off her clothes and mount him herself when she suddenly realized: Kushina was still there!
She had been so panicked that she had almost forgotten about her entirely.
Fortunately, Kushina was equally terrified for Saiki's well-being and didn't immediately notice anything amiss. After all, Tsunade was the greatest medical ninja alive.
"Kushina, how are you feeling? Can you move?" Tsunade asked suddenly.
"Huh?" Kushina was a bit slow to process the question, but she shook her head. "I'm fine now, but I have absolutely no strength left. Why?"
"Is that so?" Tsunade replied with a silence that served as her own excuse. She immediately began taking off her clothes.
Seeing this, Kushina grew even more confused. "Lady Tsunade, what are you doing?"
As she took off her top, Tsunade's tone and expression were icy. "To save you, Saiki gave you all of his special chakra. He is dying. He needs my help now."
Hearing Tsunade say that Saiki had used his life to save hers, Kushina was stunned. The realization that Saiki sacrificed himself to save me crashed into her brain. She didn't know whether to express fear or a profound, tragic joy.
She was joyful that Saiki was willing to give his life for her, but terrified that he might actually die because of it. What was she supposed to do?
Kushina's mind was a tangled mess of chaos.
After the initial shock and panic, Kushina quickly regained her senses. Terrified and frantic, she pleaded, "Lady Tsunade, it's my fault! I didn't know this would happen! You have to save Saiki! I'll do anything you need!"
Strangely enough, Tsunade had absolutely no obligation to explain any of this to Kushina. She could have simply taken Saiki to another room for treatment. Yet, she chose to tell Kushina everything and prepared to treat Saiki right in front of her. Perhaps this was the dark manifestation of a woman's jealousy!
The fact that Saiki was treating Kushina was known among the three of them. Once the ordeal was over, Kushina would be able to openly pursue a relationship with Saiki. But Tsunade had been first, and she felt incredibly bitter about the situation.
So, Tsunade maintained her indifferent facade and stated, "That won't be necessary. Just rest. I will handle things from here."
With that, she stripped off her top. Without a shred of modesty, Tsunade revealed her towering, majestic snowy peaks—a scale far more magnificent than Kushina's. She even puffed out her chest slightly, as if flaunting her proudest assets.
Knowing the immense price Saiki had paid to save her, Kushina was already in a state of panic. Seeing Tsunade strip completely naked left her utterly bewildered.
But things didn't stop there. Tsunade didn't just take off her top; she took off her pants as well, exposing her mature, voluptuous, and incredibly sexy figure to the open air.
And Tsunade's next actions completely short-circuited Kushina's brain.
Tsunade climbed directly onto Saiki's bed. Seeing Saiki's "gear stick" looking droopy and defeated due to his exhaustion, she reached out with her delicate, pale hands and began the preparatory work.
Unlike the innocent Kushina, Tsunade was a medical master with vast theoretical knowledge. Having "taken matters into her own hands" to save Saiki a few times previously, she had long since translated that theory into practical, hands-on skills.
Earlier, Saiki had engaged in several fierce battles with Tsunade, and then he had nearly drained himself completely for Kushina. But under the skilled stimulation of Tsunade's soft, white hands, the utterly exhausted Saiki's fighting spirit was rekindled.
Fearing for Saiki's safety, and terrified he might literally breathe his last at any second, Tsunade straddled him the moment he showed signs of life.
After their previous session, Saiki had healed Tsunade, so she wasn't swollen or in pain. However, her body was still incredibly sensitive, and after eavesdropping outside the door for so long, she was already dripping wet.
That sensation of being stretched open and filled, combined with the jealousy she had been harboring for hours, caused her to let out a soft groan—a sound that was equal parts satisfaction and a declaration of sovereignty.
Unlike the shy little Kushina, Tsunade was quite uninhibited as long as Saiki remained unconscious. Right from the start, she engaged in wild, plunging movements, riding him like a bucking bronco.
Being shy in front of Saiki—having him watch her—made her feel too lewd, too wanton. But with Saiki unconscious, she could deceive herself and openly embrace her desires.
Fungi naturally thrive in warm, dark, narrow, and moist environments. Enveloped by Tsunade's warm, soft embrace, Saiki quickly entered a state of full-powered combat.
Moreover, as Tsunade continuously rose and fell, aggressively milking him, his body's survival instincts kicked in. The meager breath of Qi remaining within him began to divide into Yin and Yang, circulating between their bodies and drawing in ambient natural energy to aid his recovery.
Sitting on the other bed, Kushina was absolutely dumbfounded. She never expected Tsunade to do this right after speaking to her.
Watching Tsunade ride Saiki like a horseman, constantly rising and falling, her magnificent, spectacular white rabbits bouncing wildly with every movement... The wet, rhythmic slapping sounded like horse hooves trampling through muddy grass. The image of the bold, valiant woman riding the stallion—both the sight and the sound—relentlessly assaulted Kushina's senses, making her heart ache terribly.
Tsunade wasn't overthinking things. Aside from the physical pleasure, she could feel Saiki's Qi beginning to flow into her. Knowing it was working, she worked even harder, unable to control the moans escaping her lips.
Of course, the petty, feminine vindictiveness that even Tsunade herself hadn't fully acknowledged was secretly rejoicing. It was as if she were saying, Saiki is mine. You're just a latecomer.
As she slowly grew accustomed to the heartache, listening to those shameful sounds and watching Tsunade's intense, pleasure-filled expression, Kushina's face inevitably flushed red. She felt her own body growing feverish, her heartbeat accelerating.
Then, out of sheer embarrassment, she lowered her head, not daring to look. But she couldn't resist sneaking peeks. An involuntary thought bloomed in her mind: I wish that were me on top.
Realizing what she was thinking, she quickly shook the shameful thought away.
But she couldn't control it. She was watching a live broadcast. The harder she tried not to think about it, the harder it was to forget. And then, that shyness began to curdle into something else.
A question arose in her mind: She and Saiki had just done that. She should be Saiki's wife! Why was Tsunade sitting on top of him?
And judging by Tsunade's practiced movements, what exactly was their relationship? Thinking about it made Kushina feel even worse.
Kushina felt deeply aggrieved, as if her husband had been stolen from her. But Tsunade felt equally aggrieved. She had personally handed her "husband" over to Kushina. She felt like she was cuckolding herself, staging an NTR drama right in front of the other "wife."
Regardless of who felt more aggrieved, Saiki was the one who was truly getting the short end of the stick!
How many times had it been? He kept being used as a massage tool, completely missing out on the pleasure he deserved.
But if he were actually awake to face this current situation—an undeniable bloodbath of a love triangle—he would absolutely wish he were still unconscious.
A full recovery would require many more sessions of Dual Cultivation, but under Tsunade's strenuous efforts, his condition was slowly stabilizing, and his consciousness was gradually returning. It seemed he wouldn't be able to escape the impending romantic slaughterhouse.