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Tanaka paused for a moment as he caught Sakura’s expression, nothing the cacophony of her emotions, anger being the strongest one, but neither confusion nor desire were particularly weak. The only problem, she was actively focusing on her anger as a way to maintain control.

A dangerous situation if left alone.

First, he decided to make sure he wasn’t punted over the Konoha walls. “Hi, Sakura, what a nice surprise,” he said cheerfully. “I don’t have many friends around here, and visiting me to make sure I don’t dine alone is a beautiful gesture.”

She paused, his unexpected statement enough to steal the wind out of her sails. “I’m not here for dinner,” she replied after a momentary pause, tugging her chunin vest; something she hadn’t been wearing at the hospital. Moreover, she had changed, dressed in thick sensible pants and loose shirt, a combination that covered her body excellently, hiding her curves.

Obviously, she had put it on to feel safer and further enhance the divide between a ninja and a civilian. But, the excessive effort had only made her more vulnerable.

“So, you’re here about the news from the Land of Rice, then. That’s on me for underestimating ninjas. Merely a few rumors about a mysterious party, and you’re already here.”

“I’m not here for that either — wait, the Land of Rice. A new mysterious party. Are you sure?”

“Just some second hand rumors,” he responded even as he bypassed her and opened the door, and gave her an inviting gesture. As far as baits went, that was an obvious one, but if the prey was hungry, nothing else mattered. Their first meeting already had shown her interest in the area, and he was perfectly willing to use it to distract her from the mood she put herself in.

Sakura followed his wordless invitation to get in, slamming the door behind her.

Tanaka barely held back a chuckle. He was starting to realize just how easy Sakura was to manipulate. Leave her alone, and she could work up a scary amount of focus, but distract her with something else, and she quickly lost track of her initial focus.

“Tea or something stronger?” he asked. “I know you like sake, and I have some good vintages.”

“T-tea,” she muttered, her eyes widening as she remembered the night in question once again. “Tea is more than enough.”

“Sure, give me a minute,” he said and moved to the tiny kitchen, which suddenly stopped looking sufficient after his combination skill which also included cooking. He needed a proper kitchen to put that skill to use.

But, that was for the future. For the moment, he had focused on preparing tea for her, though he deliberately used the most time-wasting techniques he could get from his most recent skill. The more Sakura waited, the more she lost her initial focus in her anger.

Frankly, he was shocked at her arrogance of thinking that she could somehow keep the control of the situation after the display in her office, but he was starting to realize thinking might not be her strongest suit.

She was scary smart, maybe even a genius, as one didn’t keep up with medical training with the speed she was supposed to be able to, but her common sense could use some work.

Well, maybe more than some.

He let her boil in silence just like he was boiling water for the tea he prepared, each second bringing closer to her to the boiling point. It wasn’t surprising the slightest. Her flustered loss of calm still fresh in his mind, both back in the club, and at the hospital where professional veneer crumbling into heated passion over her desk.

All risks of a rigid personality without some bend and flexibility. Tanaka had no doubt that, without the escalation from the club, if he tried to flirt with her, the only thing he would receive would be a punch that would leave him needing for her services. But, that event left a huge crack in her personal defenses, one that Tanaka was more than happy to widen further.

Tanaka poured tea calmly, handing her a cup, his fingers brushing hers as he did so. “So, the Land of Rice?” he said at the same time. “Is there anything specific you’re looking, or should I give you everything I know.”

She paused, the touch enough to summon a beautiful blush to bring her skin tone closer to her hair color. “I … My … teammate … Why don’t you just tell me everything?” she decided.

“Sure,” Tanaka said, and started giving her a long breakdown of every rumor he remembered that was relevant. Luckily, there were a lot of rumors due to the nature of the Hidden Village of Sound, which was weird and secretive even in hidden village standards.

He understood what she was looking for. Sasuke Uchiha, her genin teammate, who had died at Konoha invasion three years ago. There was no official explanation, of course, but the last member of a prominent clan disappearing right after a war didn’t require one.

Not to mention, if he was still alive, the System wouldn’t have called them Konoha Eleven, a glaring exception of four famous genin teams.

No, it was clearly a cover-up, and Sakura was likely trying to find his killer for revenge. A respectable desire, Tanaka decided. Too bad he wasn’t nice enough to respect the occasion and allow her to leave his room without extracting his pound of flesh…

Well, maybe more than a pound.

He kept his explanation long, pouring her another cup of tea, but when she finished it, he grabbed her hand without saying anything, and started massaging. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“You look tense, so I’m helping,” Tanaka said shamelessly, his fingers still rubbing her palm, though focusing on keeping the massage more ordinary. “Don’t tell me you can’t even handle a little kindness. I though we’re friends, Sakura,” he said.

Absurd, but just enough to pass muster in her mind, especially when he immediately continued telling her about mysterious bases of Sound Village, more than happy to exaggerate the rumors he had heard just to keep her attention.

While, he slid closer to her, his fingers slowly creeping up, first to her wrist, then slowly toward her shoulder, pushing her sleeve up. Her body trembled, showing that she was still suffering under the effects of his latest massage, proving just how good of an idea was to leave her at the edge aching for more than letting her climax.

In more ways than one. He doubted that, without the frustration from the abrupt ending, she would have recklessly come to visit him.

He stood up, and moved to her back. “Let’s get rid of this bulky mess,” he said as he quickly untied and removed her thick chunin jacket. He was tempted to pull her thick shirt as well, as it was a crime to wear something like that for someone as beautiful as her.

But he could see that it would be a step too far. Luckily, the same didn’t apply to loosening the neck of her shirt, his hands slipping under to touch her naked skin.

“T-that’s a mistake,” she finally whispered, her rationality asserting itself for a moment.

“Really, was that a mistake back in the club?” he escalated, determined to squish that hint of clarity.

Her eyes widened. “Yes—“ she said, which was all she was able to say before he leaned and capture her lips. Her eyes widened in shock, but her lips responded. He used her distraction to his advantage, quickly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her bulky, ugly bra. A shame, he decided as he got rid of it as well. Her body deserved to wear something far more amazing.

When he pulled back, Sakura was panting loudly. "Mistake? Harsh words for something that felt... mutual." He sat next to her, barely holding back a laugh as he looked at her dazed expression, somehow not aware of the fact that she had lost everything on top, leaving her half naked. "Let's talk properly. I'm just a random merchant, after all. Harmless."

“But … I love Sasuke,” she whispered.

“And I respect your devotion,” he muttered, uncaring about her feelings toward a dead guy. “But, doesn’t it make even more important to have a friend that can help you relax, to help you forget even for a second.” He paused a moment, letting his words sink in. “You did like what we did in the club, right? And, you wanted to do more. Too bad I wasn’t able to handle my drink … weird that I never experienced it before. I even got robbed, losing almost three hundred thousand ryo.”

The sudden guilt of her complicit mistake about his imaginary suffering put her confused state into an even worse situation. She lowered her head in shame, only for her eyes to widen as she realized the state of her dress.

She gasped, her arms wrapping around her chest, but he hugged her, his lips on hers again, his tongue quick to demolish the hint of resistance that was building.

When she pulled back, she was breathing hard. “Just a bit of harmless fun,” he whispered. “Is it that bad?”

She hesitated, shock deepening at his casual deflection, but sat at the table's edge, cup clutched like a shield. "Harmless? You seduced me in my own office! Flirting, touching... I lost control. It won't happen again. I'm here to make that clear." Her voice aimed for finality, which would have been more convincing if her desire hadn’t betrayed her, legs rubbing while her eyes flicked to his lips.

Or, she was not half-naked already.

Tanaka leaned forward, voice low and soothing. "I respect that. But tell me, why come to my room to say it? A note would've sufficed." He met her eyes, flirtation starting subtle. "Unless... part of you isn't so sure."

Sakura's calm faltered even more as she realized the absurdity of her strategy. "I... needed to say it face-to-face. To end it." But she didn't stand, drawn in by his gaze.

He shifted closer, hand resting on her knee under the table, light, testing. “Fine, I respect your decision,” he said, which made her relax in relief. “Just one last kiss, then. Only fair, right?” he baited.

Her hesitation was beautiful. “Yes, it’s only fair,” she agreed.

He leaned, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, one that worked wonders to fuel her desire. She soon leaned in, her pleasure begging her to enjoy their last moment together.

Naturally, it was a lie. While he kissed, his hands were on her back, gently drawing circles before climbing up her spine, once again using his massage capabilities for nefarious ends.

She only realized the seriousness of the situation when his hands moved to her breasts, teasing their naked expanse, her nipples a toy between his fingers. “T-that’s enough,” she pulled.

He smirked, sliding closer. “You interrupted the kiss, Sakura,” he whispered huskily, enjoying her shiver. “It doesn’t count. Again.” And, without letting her say anything, he kissed her again.

She gasped, but didn't pull away, shock enough to immobilize her. This time, he used the opportunity to unbutton her pants and slide inside. She moved back once again, but not enough that he had to pull his fingers out of her wet panties. "Stop. This is why … your flirting, it's... distracting … I … Sasuke," she muttered, whatever complaint she had impossible to parse between unrelated, stammering words.

Whatever was left of her calm was lost, her breaths shallowing as attraction surged.

“Come on, Sakura. Again. All you need to give me is one proper kiss. Maybe I should make sure that you don’t have a place to retreat,” he said, and stood up, dragging her with him to his bedroom, pushing her onto the futon.

Only to pull her pants down before she made contact, leaving her only in her panties. He quickly shed his clothes as well, naked. “It’s dirty to sit on where I sleep with outside clothes,” he declared, deliberately using the most absurd excuse he could come up with.

Teasing her was part of the fun.

“This — I,” she stammered, which was all she said as he pushed her down onto the bed, his naked body pressing against hers. The only piece of clothing she left was her wet panties.

He brushed his fingers through her hair, a gentle smile on his face like they were sharing a beautiful romantic moment together, a little trick to make the moment even more impactful in her mind. Everything about her was screaming desperate romantic who learned relationships from books rather than by experience. “Thank you for sharing such a beautiful moment with me, Sakura. I’ll cherish this memory for the rest of my life,” he muttered.

The sudden widening of her eyes confirmed he hit the mother lode. Perfect.

He brushed a strand of pink hair from her face, thumb grazing her cheek. "Tell me to stop, and I will,” he lied. She opened her mouth, and he sealed it back up, their lips meeting in a gentle, romantic kisssoft at first, then hungry, her hands wandering over his body.

She lost her calm completely, moaning into the kiss, her hips pressing against his.

Tanaka deepened the kiss, hands roaming all over her body, pushing her pleasure to a new realm. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would just accept. Which was why he kept it slow, moving down to cover her body with gentle kisses and soft caresses, driving her mad.

He wanted her to take the last step, which was critical to ensure there would be a repeat. Even as he worked on her body, playing her conflicting desires, he didn’t forget her position. As the hokage’s apprentice, she could make his life in Konoha hell … or heaven.

He moved up, kissing her neck, sucking marks that made her arch. "Tanaka... please," she begged, flustered whimpers escaping. “I want it.”

He reversed, his lips once again on her breasts, tongue circling nipples, fingers delving between her thighs. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, building tension.

She bucked, hands in his hair. "Please…" she begged, her calm utterly gone. “Yes,” she uttered when he peeled her panties, leaving her completely naked. “No,” she gasped when instead of sliding inside her, he continued teasing her…

It merely took five minutes for what remained of her patience to shatter. She grabbed him before he found himself on his back, not even realizing how she achieved it . Then, her his moved in instinct, landing on his shaft. “Yes,” she moaned as the head slipped inside her.

“Ride me, Sakura,” he ordered. She did, her hands landing on his chest as she moved, her hips moving. She was inexperienced, but with all the grace and flexibility given to her by ninja training, it didn’t matter in the slightest. She soon picked up a pace fitting her, moving on his lap.

Tanaka thrust in slowly to join her. She gasped, legs tight around him, her hair sticking to her sweaty temples while her tits moved freely. He matched her pace, and they moved together, rhythmic at first, then urgent. Already turned into a tense bundle of nerves, it wasn’t surprising when she collapsed against his chest, desperately moaning.

He smiled, the feeling of her body laying on his chest, hugging gently, already enough.

Then, his field of vision filled with multiple notifications.

[Feat Achieved! Sticking to the Uchiha

+1x Diamond Random Gacha ticket]

[Feat Achieved! Teach Sakura about true joy

+1x Platinum Random Gacha ticket]

Two tickets were already better than he had expected; he would have cared why the hell his System cared about a dead guy enough to have an achievement about him, but the diamond ticket was too amazing for him to question.

He was tempted to slide out of his bed to check his rewards … but that temptation only lasted until Sakura shuffle in his arms, looking for a more comfortable spot, and decided that while Diamond ticket was an amazing gift, there was no harm keeping it waiting for a few minutes.

He flipped Sakura, his weight pressing on her, and invaded her aggressively. She moaned, her voice making his insides tremble.

Maybe waiting for a few hours, he corrected as he let loose, her moans rising. "Yes... like that!"

He continued invading her even as he kissed her neck, teasing her body repeatedly while she thrashed, lost in pleasure. He kissed her again.

“I … I thought you were only going to kiss me once,” she whispered, somehow finding the strength to tease him.

“Well, I lied,” he said shamelessly, enjoying her surprised expression. “How can I resist your beauty when you come here to seduce me, Sakura,” he added, more than happy to fudge the details of her arrival while she was in a receptive mood.

In more ways than one, he decided as he pulled out, flipped her to all fours, and took her from behind, fisting her bright pink hair between his fingers. She thrashed, oversensitive. "Too much—ah!" she gasped, building toward another climax.

He slapped her ass, enjoying the way her tight hips reacted to his touch, her core tightening. Sweet lovemaking had been fun, but it had been merely a start. The real fun was just about to start.

She'd moaned under his invasion, his hands tight around her hips to keep her from moving while he invaded her aggressively, enjoying the position of power right behind her, burying himself deep with each push.

She cried out, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He groaned, holding still for a moment to savor the feel, watching her breasts dangle repeatedly. “Tanaka, harder,” she moaned, finally breaking through his own resistance. He slammed into her again, this time with a hint of finality, and filled her core.

The flood made her climax, her cries loud enough to make the receptionist knock on the door. “Keep it down! It’s not a brothel!” she shouted.

That was enough to bring Sakura back to clarity, but Tanaka had no intention of let that stand. Instead, he grabbed her discarded panties and stuffed them into her mouth. “Here, much better,” he said.

And, he let loose once again … and again…

[Feat Achieved! Fifty shades of pink

+1x Gold Random Gacha ticket]