The rampaging "kidney water" caused by his botched cultivation had turned into a literal fire within him. Saiki was currently being incinerated from the inside out.
With the experience of his night with Tsunade fresh in his mind, he knew the only cure: he needed a woman, specifically a high-level female ninja.
Only the resilient, chakra-tempered body of a kunoichi could act as a stable grounding for his volatile Yang Qi.
Normally, Saiki would never harbor impure thoughts while being held by Nono'u. But right now, his logic was gone.
Clinging to her, his hands began to grope her body with desperate, primal hunger.
"Saiki, calm down!"
Having her plump "peaches" kneaded was bad enough, but Saiki's hands now migrated upward, locking onto one of her massive "papayas." The fully ripened fruit was squeezed so hard it felt like juice might burst from the pressure.
Even Nono'u's saint-like patience had its limits. She felt a surge of humiliated anger at being manhandled like this.
She tried to shake him awake, but he was like a rabid beast. His hands didn't stop; they grew even more daring, kneading and molding her large breasts into various shapes.
Seeing him spiral further out of control, Nono'u bit her lip and focused her chakra into her fingertips. She struck several critical pressure points on his torso.
"Ugh!" Saiki's body instantly went limp.
Nerve-striking wasn't just for the Hyuga. Any medical ninja worth their salt knew exactly how to paralyze a human body.
Seeing him finally go still, Nono'u let out a long breath, her heart hammering in her chest and her face glowing a feverish red.
She looked down at her nun's habit, which was now wrinkled and disheveled from his assault, but she had no time to worry about her clothes.
Saiki might have been physically paralyzed, but his underlying condition was only getting worse.
She hauled him back onto the bed. Lying flat, the "tent" he was pitching looked even more intimidating.
Nono'u glanced at it once before looking away in deep shame. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on his chest, attempting to use her chakra to pacify the storm.
If that had worked, Tsunade wouldn't have had to sacrifice her own body.
As Nono'u's energy entered Saiki, his Pre-natal Qi began to hungrily devour it, using her own chakra to fuel its violent expansion.
Worse still, Nono'u was too focused on the diagnostic to notice the danger.
Saiki's "berserk" state granted him a massive resistance to status effects. His body was already purging the paralysis she had inflicted.
Suddenly, Saiki's hand shot up and clamped onto the wrist of the hand she had on his chest. Startled, Nono'u gasped his name, but in the next heartbeat, her own body went weak.
Denied his relief and driven by pure instinct, Saiki was going to take what he needed.
Gripping her wrist, he channeled a wisp of his Qi into her system, instantly locking down her chakra network and her motor functions.
"Saiki!" Nono'u could only let out a weak whimper as Saiki sat up and pinned her forcefully to the mattress.
Hiss... hiss!
Hot, heavy breaths blasted from his nostrils as his bloodshot eyes stared down at her like a predator staring at a piece of meat.
Meeting that gaze—a naked, primal hunger that looked ready to consume her whole—Nono'u knew her fate was sealed.
"Saiki, no!" her voice was a frail, broken whisper.
She tried desperately to muster her chakra to break his hold, but Saiki's Qi was an absolute tier above hers. It devoured any energy she tried to manifest and deepened her paralysis until even forming words became impossible.
Her own kindness had trapped her. She should have slapped him and fled the moment he touched her inappropriately.
Now, pinned beneath him, she was defenseless.
Like a frenzied animal, Saiki grabbed the collar of her nun's habit. His slender arms exerted a terrifying, unnatural strength.
RIIIIIP!
The sturdy fabric she had worn for years was shredded like paper.
Beneath the baggy clothing was a landscape of majestic, towering grandeur.
Saiki stared at her conservative white brassiere. He didn't hesitate. With one rough, violent tug, the straps snapped. Her two massive, pale, and incredibly tender "papayas"—finally free of their confinement—bounced out into the air.
Nono'u was utterly consumed by shame. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her face away.
Kunoichi were taught that their bodies were just another weapon, another bargaining chip to be used to complete a mission.
As a spy who lived in the dark, Nono'u understood this reality better than most.
When Danzo had threatened the orphans to get Saiki into Root, Nono'u would have sacrificed her purity to solve the crisis if it were the only way.
It wasn't that she didn't value herself. Compared to ordinary girls, Nono'u's character was far more noble and self-sacrificing.
She simply understood how to prioritize what was truly important.
If sacrificing her body could save Saiki, she was willing. But she hadn't wanted it like this.
She knew crossing this line would turn their relationship into a chaotic, tangled mess. but Saiki, blinded by Yang fire, was beyond reason.
Having exposed her breasts, Saiki's hands moved to the remaining fabric at her waist. Another violent RIIIP followed, and her small panties were torn away, leaving her pale, plump thighs bare to the air.
Staring at the final barrier, Saiki reached out with his sinful hands one last time.
"Saiki... you can't..."
Her voice was barely a breath. Her weak protests fell on deaf ears.
Amidst Nono'u's sorrowful, tightly-closed-eye despair, Saiki tore the last of her clothes away.
On a flat, pale plain, a small mound rose gently, topped with sparse, sandy-brown grass. The season for harvest had arrived.
Faced with such beauty, Saiki's madness momentarily settled into a focused, predatory calm.
As Saiki's hands slowly released her, Nono'u felt a wave of absolute despair. She had no power to stop him.
Just like Tsunade, Nono'u possessed pale, plump "steamed buns," though hers were not entirely devoid of vegetation.
Under Saiki's intense stare, Nono'u's body trembled. What filled her with the most profound shame was that, after his aggressive kneading and groping, she could feel a betraying dampness between her legs.
Instinct is hardcoded into the blood. Even without reason, Saiki knew exactly what to do.
Feeling Saiki kneel between her legs, beginning to rub and seek the path, Nono'u made one final, desperate effort to stop him. She forced her eyes open to plead with him one last time.
But in the next second, she felt herself being roughly stretched open, followed immediately by a sharp, tearing pain. Her purity was breached. It was over.
As Saiki pushed deeper, Nono'u's maternal tenderness and natural love enveloped his violent desire. Their dual cultivation began. The toxic Yang Qi flooded into her body, and as it circulated, her own Yin Qi flowed back into him.
Invaded by Saiki's aura, the exquisite sensations of the energy exchange caused even the resolute Nono'u to momentarily lose her mind in the bliss.