After leaving the Hokage Building, Tsume Inuzuka didn't go home.
She wandered the streets like a ghost, her mind a fragmented mess of grief and rage.
Saiki's arrival in this world had triggered a massive butterfly effect.
The husband she was meant to keep for years was dead.
The son she was meant to have—Kiba Inuzuka—would now never be born.
From the moment she had been intimate with Saiki, her original timeline had been incinerated.
In the orphanage, Saiki was blissfully unaware of the tragedy.
Even if he knew, his feelings would be a chaotic mess.
He would be sad for Tsume, yes, but the idea of a vulnerable, grieving widow was a temptation his darker half wouldn't be able to resist.
Perhaps it was better the husband was dead after all.
Inside the Director's office, the children were usually too intimidated by Nono'u's authority to approach without reason.
Because of the privacy barrier she had erected, no one outside could hear the wet, heavy slapping of skin or the ragged, high-pitched moans coming from within.
With a final, desperate whimper, Nono'u collapsed against Saiki's chest.
Her pale, voluptuous body was flushed a deep pink, covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion.
This was her third climax of the session. Her body was burning hot.
Under her relentless milking, even Saiki was approaching his limit.
He kept his hands on her smooth back, stroking her to calm her hyper-aroused state.
She was physically spent, and Saiki was barely holding on.
As the post-orgasm dopamine began to fade, her racing heart finally slowed.
She lay in the arms of the young boy, her face buried in his shoulder, her damp hair sticking to her cheeks.
The original goal had been medical treatment.
But the sheer physical ecstasy and the emotional bond of the act made it impossible for her to view Saiki as a child anymore.
Whatever their future held, Nono'u silently admitted that Saiki was now the only man in her world.
Saiki wasn't thinking about the future yet. He was just focused on how to give her more pleasure.
If he could, he would have stayed like this forever, basking in the afterglow like a kept man.
But Nono'u was a woman of responsibility. Her love for him was a complex mix of passion and care.
She couldn't allow herself to be lost in the pleasure for long.
Feeling Saiki's hands roaming over her back, Nono'u felt a wave of bashfulness.
She had come three times already—it was honestly a bit embarrassing how sensitive her body was for him.
In reality, they had been at it for nearly two hours.
Saiki was intentionally holding back his release. He knew he had to see Kushina and Tsunade later; he needed to save some "ammunition" for them.
Nono'u lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye.
"How do you feel? Is your energy returning?" she asked softly.
She was clearly exhausted, her breathing still a bit hitched, her face drenched in sweat.
The fact that her first thought was for him, even in this state, hit Saiki harder than any jutsu.
The raw, selfless love in her gaze nearly wiped the lecherous thoughts from his mind.
He almost went soft, but the tight, wet heat of her interior kept him focused.
"I feel much better," Saiki said, looking at her with genuine affection.
"Good," Nono'u whispered, a look of profound relief washing over her.
She offered him a small, tired smile that Saiki found heart-stoppingly beautiful.
On impulse, Saiki reached up and cupped her hot, flushed cheek.
Nono'u flinched slightly at the intimacy but remained in his hold.
"What is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
Saiki rubbed his thumb over her smooth skin.
"Sister Nono'u... you're so beautiful. And so kind. If you don't agree to be my wife, I don't think I'll ever get married."
Nono'u's heart skipped a beat at the compliment, but the "marriage" comment made her panic.
"Saiki! Don't say things like that!" she scolded, though her eyes were soft.
"Why not? Don't you want to be my wife?" Saiki asked, affecting a piteous look.
Nono'u felt helpless. Their relationship was a mess of "right" and "wrong," and she found herself constantly retreating before his persistence.
They had gone from her refusing him to this—doing the deed naturally and openly.
She was terrified that if he kept pushing, she would eventually surrender everything to him.
Seeing his "sad" expression, her heart melted.
She reached out and stroked his face—his features were starting to sharpen, losing their childish roundness.
"Saiki... don't be like this. I can't give you an answer now. When you grow up, if you still want me... we'll see."
It was a classic "delayed" rejection, and Saiki knew it.
He didn't know whether to be happy or frustrated.
Being married to Nono'u would be paradise, but thinking of Tsunade and Kushina gave him a massive headache.
He was a man who wanted everything, but he couldn't have it all at once.
He simply hugged her tighter, trying to use her warmth to drown out his worries.
Nono'u assumed she had hurt his feelings and gently stroked his head to comfort him.
They stayed like that for a few minutes.
Slowly, Nono'u realized that Saiki's "bad part" inside her had no intention of softening.
In fact, it was getting even harder, pressing aggressively against her entrance.
"Saiki... are you still not finished?" she whispered.
Saiki was an animal, but she truly cared for him.
"Mm," Saiki nodded, looking at her with a mix of hunger and sheepishness.
Nono'u bit her lip, her face burning.
"Then... hurry up. It's almost lunchtime. The matrons will be looking for me."
"Understood, Sister Nono'u," Saiki grinned.
He captured her mouth again and rolled her onto her back.
The room was soon filled with the sound of vigorous, wet pounding and Nono'u's muffled, rhythmic cries.