After Tsunade spoke, Kushina's face burned with heat. If she had to keep going, she really thought her body might break.
However, thinking of how Saiki had almost died for her, she steeled her resolve.
Enduring a strange, wet suck sound, Kushina slid off and yielded her spot to Tsunade.
Tsunade froze for a second as she saw the clear, thick fluid dripping from Kushina's thighs onto the sheets. She knew exactly what that was.
If that remained inside Kushina, a pregnancy was almost guaranteed.
How many times now? This little bastard had filled her up, and now he had left his mark deep inside Kushina too. A surge of possessive fury rose in Tsunade's gut; she wanted to strangle him.
Kushina felt the moisture escaping her and looked down, her brain stalling. She looked at Tsunade, then Saiki, and wished the floor would swallow her.
If she could, she would have bolted from the room. But Saiki still needed her. She could only press her legs together, lower her head in shame, and sit on the edge of the other bed.
Ultimately, Tsunade couldn't blame Kushina. She directed her murderous glare at Saiki, her expression screaming: Look at the mess you've made!
Saiki felt innocent. He couldn't control it! After being milked by two women for hours, his defenses had naturally collapsed.
If he hadn't come after all that, he'd be a medical miracle!
This time, Tsunade didn't mount him immediately. Looking at Saiki, all sticky and covered in their combined fluids, she felt a wave of disgust.
She reached for the thermos on the nightstand.
As she turned and bent over to grab it, her plump, massive buttocks jutted out into the air. Saiki, facing her directly, found his breath catching in his throat.
She stood up, poured some hot water into a cup, and used her chakra to rapidly cool it.
With precise control, she condensed the water into a floating sphere between her palms.
Turning back, she caught Saiki trying to look away. She narrowed her eyes. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I swear!" Saiki lied, maintaining his "honest" face.
Tsunade knew exactly what he'd been doing. Even though he'd seen every inch of her, it still irritated her that his mind was in the gutter while she was trying to save his life.
She briefly considered splashing the water in his face, but she restrained herself.
Saiki was bewildered. She'd let him look earlier; why was she so prickly now?
It was simply the "Kushina factor." Jealousy had soured her mood.
Regardless, Tsunade moved closer, leaning over to use the warm water sphere to wash his groin and lower belly.
Saiki was exhausted, but Tsunade's "handiwork" was a different story. Her chakra-enhanced washing was so soothing and warm that it sent a jolt of renewed energy through his system.
Kushina watched from the corner, clutching a blanket to her chest. She was mortified, knowing that some of the "dirt" Tsunade was cleaning off Saiki had come from her own body.
The cleaning was over too quickly for Saiki's liking. Tsunade tossed the water sphere into the bin and looked at him sternly.
"Listen to me. Focus on the energy circulation. Don't think about anything else. If you want to die, keep acting like a pervert."
She was a classic "sharp tongue, soft heart" archetype.
Unlike the earlier emergency, they were all awake now. Tsunade felt the need to re-establish her dominance to save face.
Saiki nodded obediently. "Got it."
Without looking at Kushina, Tsunade straddled him and guided his stiff, throbbing dick back inside her.
Kushina watched, her mind a whirlwind. The dynamic was bizarre, but she couldn't help but admire Tsunade's boldness.
No matter what Tsunade said, her body was honest. She was at an age of peak sexual need. Despite being tired, she was already dripping wet and ready for more.
As Tsunade began to move her hips, Saiki found it impossible not to stare at her massive, bouncing tits.
Tsunade shot him an angry look, though her eyes were glazed with a hint of the pleasure she was receiving.
Saiki finally closed his eyes and focused on the cultivation. He needed his strength back.
As his Qi flowed into her, Tsunade let out a soft moan. This was a proper session of Dual Cultivation—mutual and harmonious. It felt incredible.
The energy exchange rapidly restored Tsunade's stamina, allowing her to increase the intensity of her movements.
Kushina, sitting right behind Tsunade, was a captive audience to the sound of flesh hitting flesh and Tsunade's uncontrolled whimpers. Her heart was hammering.
Because of his poor condition, Saiki's recovery was slower than usual.
He eventually stopped focusing purely on the Qi and began to enjoy the view, occasionally glancing at Kushina. It was a de facto threesome.
When he felt Tsunade reaching her breaking point, Saiki didn't stay on the bottom. He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, pinning her to the mattress.
The dazed Tsunade didn't even realize what was happening before Saiki captured her mouth and began his final charge.
Tsunade let out muffled protests, her hands swatting at his shoulders, but she quickly dissolved into a mess of pleasure as the Qi circulation accelerated.
Watching the shota plow the Sannin—watching that plump, white ass take the impact—Kushina was stunned into silence.
When the battle ended and Tsunade went limp, Kushina was still processing the sight.
Then, Saiki began to crawl toward her, looking entirely shameless. "Kushina," he whispered.
If she had looked angry, he might have stopped. But she looked terrified and shy, which only emboldened him.
He yanked her blanket away and captured her lips before she could protest.
Her resistance was non-existent. She collapsed onto the bed beside the panting, ahegao-faced Tsunade.
The bed was cramped, but Saiki didn't care. He pounced on Kushina, holding Tsunade's hand with one arm while he "bullied" the Jinchuriki. They tossed and turned all night. When they finally fell into a deep sleep, dawn was already breaking. Saiki lay blissfully between the two most powerful women in the village.