Lusful Sasuke: Taming Kunoichis

The night at the hot springs was ablaze. A popular festival had turned the streets into a chaos of colors and sounds. Multicolored lanterns hung between buildings, musicians pounded on drums, and people danced, laughed, drank sake as if tomorrow didn't exist. I'd spent the day stalking Shizune like a damn stalker, sensing she was still avoiding me after our moment by the lake. She was on edge, torn between her desire and her guilt.

I spotted her near a skewer stall, nibbling distractedly on a grilled chicken stick. She wore a green dress, simple yet form-fitting, outlining her curves without overdoing it. Her black hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few strands falling over her face. She watched the crowd, a hesitant smile on her lips, as if she wanted to let go but didn't dare.

"Shizune-san," I called, approaching with a smirk. "You look bored. Wanna move a little?"

She jumped, her eyes widening. "Sasuke? Are you still here?" She put down the skewer, crossing her arms. "You really have nothing better to do than stick around me?"

"Nah," I said, shrugging. "And you look like you need a hand to have some fun. Come on." Without waiting, I took her hand, pulling her toward the square where the crowd was dancing to the rhythm of the drums.

"Sasuke, wait!" she protested, but she didn't let go of my hand. "I don't dance. I'll look stupid."

"Stupid?" I snickered, guiding her into the middle of the dancers.

She laughed, a nervous but genuine sound. "You're annoying, you know that?"

The musicians switched to a slower melody, a ballad that calmed the crowd. I placed my hand on her waist, the other holding hers, and began to move. Shizune stiffened, her eyes wide. "Sasuke, I… I really don't know how to do this."

"Follow me," I murmured, guiding her confidently. Our bodies brushed against each other, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. She was tense, but she followed, her awkward steps gradually aligning with mine. I felt her quick breath, her hand gripping mine as if she were afraid of stumbling.

"You're not that bad," I said, my voice low, my lips near her ear. "Let go, Shizune. No one's judging you here."

She looked up, her cheeks pink under the lanterns. "You're too close," she whispered, but she didn't pull away. Her fingers tightened around mine, and her body relaxed, moving closer to mine. The music enveloped us, the glow of the lanterns dancing on her face. Taming level: 80%.

"Why are you doing this, Sasuke?" she suddenly asked, her voice trembling. "Why are you wasting your time with me?"

I tightened my grip on her waist, spinning her gently. "Because you're worth it, Shizune." My words were measured, but I said them with a conviction that disarmed her.

She looked down, her lips quivering. "You make everything so… hard."

"Or maybe I make everything clear," I replied, my voice soft. "You want to be here, with me. Why fight it?"

The music stopped, but I didn't let her go. We stood there, surrounded by the crowd, our bodies so close I could feel her breath on my neck. Slowly, I led her to a quieter corner, near a bamboo wall where the lanterns cast a soft light. The air was heavy, charged with a tension we could no longer ignore.

"Sasuke," she whispered, her eyes searching mine. "If we keep going, I… I won't be able to stop."

I leaned in, my lips brushing hers. "Then don't stop," I whispered.

She closed her eyes, and I kissed her, slower, deeper than the night before. Her lips parted against mine, a muffled moan escaping her throat. My fingers slid down her hips, tracing slow lines on her dress. She shivered, her hands gripping my shirt, her nails digging into my chest.

I moved my lips down her neck, brushing her warm skin, feeling her pulse quicken. "Sasuke," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. My hands moved up into her hair, undoing her bun, letting her black locks cascade down. She pressed against me, her body trembling, her breath quick. I slid one hand to her nape, the other down to her waist, my fingers grazing the curve of her hips. Every movement was calculated, but I let her rhythm guide mine.

But suddenly, she pulled back, breathless, her eyes wide. "Wait… I can't." Her voice was fragile, full of doubt. "It's too… too fast."

I stopped immediately, holding back the urge to pull her closer. "Okay," I said, my voice calm. "You're in control, Shizune. Always."

...

The night was mild, the hot springs quieter after the market's bustle. The lanterns still cast their reddish glow, but the streets had emptied, leaving only the sound of the fountains' splashing. Shizune walked beside me.

Her tunic fluttered slightly in the breeze, and her smile, more confident than yesterday, betrayed a new assurance.

[Taming level: 95%]

We arrived at her inn, the same discreet building with its wooden shutters and paper lanterns. She stopped in front of the door, her fingers playing with the hem of her tunic. "Sasuke," she said, her voice low, almost hesitant. "Do you want… to come up? Just to talk."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips.

'Just talk, huh?'

"Alright, how can I refuse this Kunoichi."

She blushed, but her gaze remained steady. "Yes. Well… there's nothing else. No need to think about other stuff." Her words were shy, but heavy with meaning. She opened the door, gesturing for me to enter. Taming level: 97%.