Lusful Sasuke: Taming Kunoichis

"Shizune," I began, my voice low, "you've spent the evening talking about what you've missed. But you're here, now. Free. Are you really going to go back to Konoha and resume your old life?"

She looked down, her fingers gripping her dress. "I don't know, Sasuke. I want to change, but… it's hard. I'm afraid of making a mistake. Of regretting." Her voice trembled, and I saw her shoulders tense. She was raw, vulnerable, and it gave me an opening.

I rose slowly, moving closer to her. "You have the right to make mistakes. You have the right to want something for yourself." I sat beside her, close enough for her to feel my presence, but without touching her. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to just... let go?"

She looked up, her gaze meeting mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted. "Sasuke, you're too young to..."

"Stop with the age," I cut in, my voice firm yet gentle. "What matters is how you feel. Right now." I placed my hand on the futon, near hers, leaving a space she could fill if she wanted.

A thick, electric silence settled between us. Then, she moved, her fingers brushing against mine. "I... I don't know what I'm doing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But when I'm with you, I feel like... like I'm breathing again."

That was my cue. I leaned in slowly, letting my breath brush against her face. "Then breathe, Shizune." My lips found hers, a light, hesitant touch. She froze, but didn't pull away. Then, she responded, her lips parting against mine, timid at first, then more assured.

The kiss deepened, slow, as if we were exploring uncharted territory. My fingers traced a soft line down her arm, her skin warm beneath my touch. She shivered, a muffled sound escaping her throat. I pulled back slightly, observing her face. Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed, her breath quick. She was torn between desire and fear, and it made her even more alluring.

"Sasuke," she murmured, her voice trembling. "We shouldn't... you're too young, and I..."

I placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. "You're a woman, Shizune. And I'm a man. Everything else is trivial." My words were calculated, but sincere. I wanted her to feel desired, alive.

She closed her eyes, as if fighting with herself. Then, she leaned in, kissing me again, harder this time. My hands found her shoulders, sliding gently over the fabric of her dress, feeling the heat of her skin beneath. She responded, her fingers clutching at my shirt, as if seeking an anchor.

I kept my touches light, exploring her back, her arms, careful not to push too far. She was still fragile, and I wanted her to feel in control. My lips moved to her jaw, then her neck, and she let out a sigh, her body relaxing against mine. Every shiver, every sound she made felt like a victory. Taming level: 60%.

But suddenly, she stiffened, placing a hand on my chest to stop me. "Wait," she breathed, out of breath. "I... I can't. Not yet." Her eyes were filled with conflict, desire mingled with guilt.

I pulled back, respecting her space, even though my blood was boiling. "Okay," I said, my voice calm. "You have all the time, Shizune. I can wait."

She stared at me, surprised by my patience. "You're really... different," she murmured, a shy smile on her lips. "Thank you."

I stood up, adjusting my shirt. "Get some rest. See you tomorrow." I left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. As I descended the stairs, I felt a smirk stretch across my lips. She was on the verge of giving in, and I knew that next time, she wouldn't stop.

Outside, the cool air hit my face, but my body was still burning. Taming level: 65%. Shizune was falling, and I was ready to catch her.

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The night was cool, the hot springs quieter at this hour. The lanterns still flickered, but the crowd had dispersed, leaving a silence punctuated by the chirping of crickets and the splashing of fountains. I leaned against a wall near the inn, my mind still buzzing from the previous night. Shizune had stopped me just before things got serious, but her gaze, her shivers, her lips... everything screamed that she was on the verge of cracking.

I knew she was avoiding me. All day, she'd dodged the places I usually hung out: the market, the noodle stalls, even the public baths. She was embarrassed, probably berating herself for kissing me.

I found her by a secluded lake, a few minutes from the inn. The moon reflected on the water, turning the surface into a silver mirror. Shizune sat on a flat rock, her black hair loose, a simple gray tunic replacing the sexy dress from the previous days. She stared at the water, lost in thought, her fingers twisting a twig. She looked fragile, as if carrying the weight of her doubts on her shoulders.

"Shizune-san," I called, approaching slowly so as not to startle her.

She turned, her eyes widening. "Sasuke? How did you...?" She sighed, shaking her head. "You have a talent for finding me, huh?"