The heavy wooden door shook furiously before Kenji pulled it open. Sakura stood on the porch, her face flushed red from sprinting all the way from the training ground. She had absolutely no patience for banter.
"Give them back."
Kenji leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms, and acted as though he had no idea what she meant. Sakura didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed roughly past him and marched straight into the living room. Doom raised his massive, horned head from the rug, watched her for a moment with glowing red eyes, then settled his chin back over his paws once he recognized her scent.
Kenji shut the door behind her.
Sakura's eyes darted around the room and immediately snapped to the upstairs landing. Her plain white underwear was draped carelessly over the wooden railing, deliberately left perfectly visible just to annoy her. She didn't say a word. She headed straight for the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Kenji followed right behind her. Sakura reached the top of the stairs and swiped at the railing, but a thin pink strand of Bungee Gum snapped the cotton fabric backward, pulling it just out of her reach.
She reacted instantly, relying purely on the training Shizune had drilled into her only hours earlier. She pivoted, dropping her center of gravity. Kenji stepped in and caught her wrist to break her balance, but Sakura smoothly switched hands, planted her foot securely when he tried to shift her hips, and recovered her footing immediately.
The blue edge of her Chakra Scalpel flared to life over her free hand, and for the first time, the delicate technique did not spark or vanish merely because Kenji was pressed tightly against her.
Kenji noticed the steady blade. Sakura noticed him noticing. A sharp, competitive thrill flashed in her green eyes, and the struggle immediately became a game. She slashed her hand upward, nearly severing the elastic strand of chakra holding her underwear.
Kenji caught her waist and pulled her backward against his chest before the blade connected. Sakura steadied herself instantly instead of stumbling.
"Still losing your touch?" Sakura asked.
Kenji laughed quietly near her ear.
Sakura struggled for another second, then abruptly went limp in his arms.
Kenji's grip loosened slightly. That was all she needed. She spun around, grabbed the front of his shirt in both fists, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
His concentration slipped for a heartbeat. The pink strand lost its tension, and the white cotton dropped. Sakura snatched her underwear out of the air and pulled away with a deeply triumphant grin.
"Got them."
Kenji stared at her for a second. "You kissed me to win."
"It worked."
Sakura stuffed the recovered underwear into the small pouch at her hip. Kenji waited for her to head downstairs. She didn't. After a few seconds, Sakura raised her right hand again. Blue chakra sharpened over her fingers.
Kenji raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"I want another round."
A slow smile appeared on his face immediately. "Training."
"Obviously."
Kenji stepped behind her again, his hands settling heavily onto her waist. Sakura braced automatically, her chakra humming. He pulled her backward; she stayed perfectly balanced. He crowded her space more aggressively, letting his body heat press against her back. The Scalpel flickered, but survived. Sakura smiled, her confidence growing.
Kenji shifted tactics. His hands slid lower over her hips, squeezing her ass firmly through the red fabric of her qipao and the dark shorts underneath while his mouth moved against the side of her neck.
Sakura lost the blade for half a second, cursed under her breath, and immediately forced the chakra back to life. But as the Scalpel stabilized, she suddenly understood that she didn't have to merely withstand him.
She deliberately rolled her hips backward, pressing herself hard against him. Kenji's hands tightened sharply on her hips. Sakura felt his hesitation and smiled.
Kenji turned her around. Sakura caught his wrist, but neither of them actually tried to create distance this time.
"Blade's gone," Kenji noted, looking at her empty hand.
Sakura pulled him down by the collar and kissed him. Their tongues met as Sakura tightened both fists in his collar and refused to pull away. The Bungee Gum was already gone. Her underwear was already back. She kept kissing him anyway.
A blue window chimed silently in Kenji's peripheral vision.
[New Mission] Claim Sakura Haruno. [Reward: +5,000 SP.]
Kenji dismissed the window without breaking the kiss.
They moved down the hallway and through the open door of his bedroom. Sakura kept fighting to dictate the pace, pushing him backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down on the edge of the bed. She climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
She caught the hem of her red qipao and pulled it upward. Sakura raised her arms long enough for him to drag the dress over her head and toss it beside the bed, leaving her in the pale bra and dark shorts she had worn underneath.
Sakura unbuttoned his shirt impatiently and shoved the open fabric off his shoulders before planting both hands against his bare chest. Kenji caught her hips and tried to roll backward to flip her onto the mattress, but Sakura widened her stance, shifted her weight, and forced him flat onto his back instead.
She stayed above him, pinning his shoulders against the bed.
"Still competing?" Kenji asked, looking up at her.
"Shut up," Sakura breathed.
She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it away. Kenji's hands immediately moved to her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples before sliding down to the waistband of her dark shorts.
Sakura lifted off his lap long enough to unclip the small pouch from her hip and drop it beside the qipao before pulling off her shorts. Kenji dealt with the rest of his clothes at the same time, and Sakura climbed back over him before he could steal the top position.
Sakura shifted forward. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, fully hard cock, guiding the blunt head toward her wet pussy. Sakura's confidence faltered for the first time that evening.
The broad head pressed against her tight opening, stretching the slick lips of her vulva before he was even fully inside. Sakura hesitated, her breath hitching as her muscles instinctively resisted the unfamiliar thickness of his shaft.
Kenji kept his hands on her hips and waited, leaving the next movement to her.
Sakura set her jaw, adjusted her grip on his shoulders, and deliberately sank her weight downward. The stretch pulled a sharp gasp from her throat as his dick filled her vagina. She stopped halfway, her arms rigid, fighting the intense fullness stretching her inner walls.
"You started this," Kenji murmured, watching her flushed face.
"I came here for my underwear."
"You got those back a long time ago."
Sakura glared at him and sank the rest of the way down until he was seated completely inside her. Her wet pussy gripped his shaft like a vise. Once she was fully seated, she began to move, determined to set a punishing rhythm.
She rode him hard, her thighs spread wide and gripping his sides. Every time his breathing changed, Sakura pushed harder, watching his face for the smug expression to finally crack. Her bare breasts bounced above him, her stiff nipples brushing the air as her nails dug half-moon crescents into his chest.
For the first few minutes, she managed to maintain a deliberate, steady pace. Kenji let her dictate the rhythm, his hands resting heavily on her hips as he watched the fierce concentration in her eyes. Sakura smiled, thoroughly convinced she was winning the physical argument.
Then Kenji started matching her movement instead of merely enduring it. He thrust his hips upward precisely as she drove downward, his cock driving deeper than she expected and stealing her breath. Sakura's breath caught, and her thighs tightened involuntarily around his sides.
Sakura's controlled pace started breaking. She planted both hands against his chest and tried to recover the steady rhythm she had started with, but every time she found it again, Kenji matched her movement and knocked it apart.
Her confident grin disappeared. She tried once more to slow things down, failed, and glared at him when she caught the satisfaction on his face.
Sakura's glare lasted longer than her control did. Her breathing had become uneven, and the deliberate movements she started with were now shorter and increasingly desperate.
His hand slipped between their bodies, his thumb finding her swollen clitoris and rubbing firmly while his other hand held her hip steady. Sakura's thighs tightened around his waist as the added pressure broke whatever control she still had.
She grabbed his forearm with one hand and dug the other into his shoulder, using him for support as her movements became short and unsteady.
Her speech died halfway through a breathless taunt, breaking into a ragged cry. Her inner walls clenched hard around his cock as the climax hit her, and Sakura folded forward against his chest, her face pressed into the side of his neck while her hips continued twitching against him.
Kenji held her there until the strongest spasms passed. Then he caught her around the waist and lifted her upper body enough to create some space between them. Sakura stayed straddled over his thighs, dazed and breathing hard, barely reacting when he pulled his cock free.
Kenji's shaft pulsed in the cool air as he finished across Sakura's bare stomach, several hot spurts streaking over her skin before the last drops landed on the sheets beneath them.
Sakura remained upright for another second before her arms gave out. She slumped forward onto his chest again, still breathing heavily.
[Mission Complete]
[Reward: +5,000 SP.]
[Current Balance: 49,890 SP.]
They remained tangled together exactly where they had ended up. The room was quiet except for their ragged breathing. Sakura lay sprawled over him, her cheek resting against his chest, still close enough that leaving immediately would feel ridiculous. She let the silence stretch for several long minutes.
Eventually, her heartbeat leveled out, and she remembered why she had run all the way across the village in the first place.
"My underwear," she muttered against his skin.
Kenji glanced toward the small pouch lying with her clothes beside the bed. "You won those back before all this."
Sakura realized he had a point. That realization somehow made her more irritated, not less. She grabbed a soft feather pillow from beside his head and threw it directly into his face.
A while later, Sakura sat up and pulled her clothes back on, straightening her red qipao before running a hand through her messy pink hair. Kenji dragged on a loose shirt and pants while she dressed, then followed her downstairs.
At the front door, Sakura reached for the handle while Kenji leaned against the wall and gave her one last shameless look.
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
Sakura glared at him, her hand on the doorknob. "Don't push your luck."
She opened the door and started down the stone path. Kenji pushed the door to close it halfway.
Sakura stopped in the middle of the path. She stood completely still for a second in the cool night air. Then she turned around, marched right back up the steps, caught the front of his loose shirt, and kissed him once more.
It was quick. It was fiercely deliberate. Then she released him and stepped back.
"That still meant nothing," she said, her voice perfectly steady.
She turned and walked away toward the village before he could even form an answer.
Kenji stood in the doorway, watching her pink hair disappear into the shadows of the street. Doom walked up beside him and raised his massive, horned head, letting out a low, questioning huff.
Kenji looked down at the hellhound. "Not a word."
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