Kasumi didn't stop clenching her teeth, while Kenshin didn't stop caressing and lovingly stroking her smooth, firm thighs and squeezing her soft ass, kissing the girl on the neck.
As soon as she tasted blood on her tongue, she instantly opened her eyes and stopped biting. All her anger evaporated immediately, and without understanding why, she exclaimed, "Ah, Kenshin, sorry..."
"No big deal, girl," he said between tender kisses on her smooth neck.
"Ah, stop it!" Kasumi said, but Kenshin ignored her protests and only kissed the girl harder, squeezing her firm ass.
Kasumi felt guilty for that hard bite and didn't want to bite or scratch him again, so for about thirty seconds she just stood there, letting this brazen guy kiss her.
By the end of Kenshin's caresses, she was breathing heavily and moaning fully, unable to find even a drop of self-control to hold back those shameful sounds.
As soon as he stopped kissing her neck, Kasumi sighed inwardly with relief, but the next moment Kenshin unexpectedly turned her face to him and pressed his lips to her sweet cherry ones.
Kasumi was in shock. From surprise, she couldn't move. Her first kiss was stolen by this cunning, brazen guy who, on top of everything, was groping her ass! If another guy had dared do that, even unable to move, she would've bitten his tongue off. But Kenshin was different; Kasumi, not understanding why, even in her anger, didn't resort to such extreme measures.
Instead, the guilt for the hard bite vanished in an instant, and the black-haired beauty dug her sharp nails into his back, leaving eight long scratches on it. Contrary to her angry behavior, Kasumi felt insanely good. She'd often wondered before why young guys and girls were always kissing, holding hands, or even having sex. Those feelings had been unknown to her, but now she understood.
She understood how pleasurable it was, but suddenly she got mad at herself for enjoying what, by all moral standards, was wrong. Besides, she'd been taught from childhood to preserve her chastity for the husband her clan would choose.
She suspected Shikaku wanted to marry her off to his young son when he grew into a teenager. Kasumi felt no special affection for Shikamaru, nor he for her. The future head of the Nara Clan was even lazier than the other men in the clan, and thanks to his brilliant intellect, he always tried to shirk any responsibility. That infuriated Kasumi and clashed fundamentally with her idea of a future husband.
Kenshin realized he'd gone too far, so after ten seconds of scorching kiss, right when Kasumi involuntarily started responding, he stopped and looked into her wonderful black eyes.
"Sorry, Kasumi. You're an incredible girl; I couldn't hold back..." Kenshin said with a sigh, completely removing his hands from her firm ass.
Kasumi blushed and looked away. She was surprised to find she couldn't stay mad at this scoundrel for long, and after an awkward pause, said, "You're... um, sorry for the bite too..."
After that, they climbed out of the water, dried off, and changed. This time the girl put on the same black pants, but her black T-shirt had fallen to the floor and gotten a bit dirty, so she wore a different one. Kenshin had thoughtfully placed several different T-shirts and shorts in the changing room so girls could always change if they got wet or dirty. To Kasumi's deep regret, she had to take off her black bra, as it showed through the white fabric.
Kenshin needed to check on the progress of Eleventh and Twelfth, who had come of age. Yesterday he hadn't had much time to train them properly, and that morning he'd tasked Ichiro with handling the younger brothers' training. Ichiro had delegated it to someone else, but that didn't bother Kenshin.
On the way to the gym, Kasumi finally asked who these "eternal Genin" were. She'd seen their achievements clearly and rightly believed that if a shinobi was still a genin at twenty, their chances of further growth were slim.
The girl had also clearly seen that Kenshin was an ordinary human who couldn't use chakra at all. She was insanely curious about what this place was, who Kenshin was, and why he had a decent group of Genin under his full command.
Kenshin deftly changed the subject, casually mentioning they were his people, and she'd learn the rest only if she agreed to become his wife. Kasumi got angry again and said,
"I'm a daughter of the Nara Clan, and I'll never become the wife of a shameless scoundrel like you!" she snapped, hands on hips, lips pursed.
Kenshin loved the rebellious spirit of the black-haired beauty and, unable to resist, pulled her to him and lightly pressed her back against the wall.
His face was just centimeters from hers, and Kasumi didn't know what to do. Her first instinct was to push him away, but she didn't, finding an excuse for herself that it was pointless.
Kenshin gently tucked her stray lock of hair behind her ear, then lightly kissed her lips again, running his left hand along her incredibly tender thigh. Kasumi couldn't hold back a tender moan, and contrary to all her principles, her lips moved on their own and began lightly responding to him.
"Why not? Look how good we are together. Don't you want to escape all the clan restrictions and breathe freely?" Kenshin asked, lightly taking her chin and looking into her wonderful eyes. With the "Patriarch Mind" ability, he'd learned to pick up echoes of a person's strongest emotions, and after half a day of close contact with Kasumi, he understood what was eating at her.
In response to Kenshin's words, Kasumi could only blink rapidly, breathing heavily. His words hit the mark. For the last hour, she'd been torn between duty and her personal feelings. With every minute spent near this guy, the idea of at least becoming his girlfriend didn't seem so horrific. The icy heart of the black-haired kunoichi trembled for the first time in years, deciding to wake from its long slumber and end up in the tender arms of her beloved man.