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Chapter 97 - Of Flowers and Foreheads
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 10:53:31 +0000 UTCWith Naruto boisterously pointing it out like the tactless idiot he was, the girls seemed to forget their mutual animosity entirely, both sets of eyes locked onto the obvious tent my arousal had pitched in the hospital bedsheets.
Sakura's reaction was... educational. Her mouth fell open in a little 'o' of surprise, those green eyes going wide as dinner plates. A fierce blush crept up her neck, painting her cheeks that delicious shade of pink that matched her hair. She tried to look away—really, she did—but her gaze kept darting back like a moth to flame. Each stolen glance made her face burn brighter, and she kept swallowing hard, her hands fidgeting at her sides.
Ino, still riding the afterglow of her recent climax, was doing an absolutely terrible job of pretending she wasn't fascinated. Her cheeks were already flushed from our earlier activities, but they darkened further as she stared. She swallowed audibly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She looked once, twice, swallowed hard, then turned her head like she was above it all. Except she wasn’t.
Unlike Sakura's attempts at subtlety, my little flower was about as discreet as a brick through a window. Her eyes kept drifting back down, hungry, curious, like a kitten pawing at fire.
Yeah… virgin but not innocent.
The girls eventually remembered they were supposed to hate each other and returned to glaring, but the damage was done. Sakura tried the subtle approach, using her peripheral vision while pretending to examine the medical equipment. Ino had no such restraint—she shamelessly kept stealing direct glances like she was window shopping, completely obvious about it.
Her obviousness was what spared her virginity. Along with my reluctance to drag in the Intelligence Division and invite their snooping eyes into my affairs.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of masculine pride. Here I was, lying up in a hospital bed, and I still had two beautiful kunoichi drooling over me.
Even injured and exhausted, I was still the bastard they couldn't look away from. Of course, being extremely horny and annoyed at the interruption didn't help my ego any.
"Naruto," I said, keeping my voice level despite wanting to throttle the blonde idiot. "You're in a hospital. People are trying to rest. Maybe dial it back a notch?"
He shot back, his face angry red and his voice cracking with frustration. "There's something seriously wrong with you! Normal people don't just... I mean... that's not... GAH!" Despite his protests, surprisingly, he did actually lower his voice a bit. “You—you’re supposed to be resting, and instead you’ve got—that! Like—like you’re broken or something!“
I smirked at him because watching Naruto squirm was always entertaining. "It's called morning wood. Completely natural physiological reaction. You should know that by now."
"No, I don't!" he ground out through gritted teeth, then, “Ugh!“ spinning on his heel. Huffing, He stomped toward the door like an angry toddler. "You're just a perverted bastard!" The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the frame.
Silence settled over the room after his dramatic exit. Both girls blinked in surprise at his outburst.
Then, at the same exact time—
"What is wrong with him?"
"Does it hurt?"
Another pause of silence.
"…. what?" Now it was my turn to blink.
Of all the things I expected, Sakura Haruno—Miss Moral High Ground herself—wasn’t supposed to ask about my cock. I'd figured she was the type to ignore and deny anything sexual until she was bent over and taking it or something. Apparently, I'd underestimated her curiosity.
That said, her old self would’ve flared up in a heartbeat, all fists and fury to defend her so-called dignity. Punching through walls, shrieking like a banshee, before storming out in a righteous fury. That was her nature: petulant, explosive, always pretending the world bent to her outrage.
But this Sakura. My carefully conditioned, properly disciplined student. The training had smoothed those edges and bratiness. It was beautiful, really. All those sessions of correction, all that patient manipulation, those well-deserved spankings when she'd gotten mouthy or stepped out of line. It was finally paying off.
My little student was shaping up to be such a good girl.
With all eyes on her, Sakura realized how inappropriate her question was. She started stammering cutely, her face burning so hot I worried she might pass out.
"I-I mean... it just looks... uncomfortable? Like, medically speaking! Not that I was staring or anything! I'm training to be a medic-nin, so I notice these things professionally and—" She buried herself deeper with every word. "It's not like I was looking on purpose, believe me, sensei! I just wondered if it was painful because you're injured and blood flow might be affected, and— I-I mean—I didn’t—like—obviously not like that—but it looks—like maybe—ugh!"
Desperate to escape the hole she'd dug, she threw her once best friend under and tossed the hot coal across the room. "What are you even doing here anyway, Ino-pig?" She jabbed a finger at Ino like that would save her.
Ino then proceeded to prove why she was such a terrible liar. "I-I was just... he teaches at the academy sometimes! Uh, before? I came to ask about... um... jutsu theory! Yes! Academic questions about... flower arrangements? No wait, that's not—I mean, chakra theory! About flowers! Flower-based chakra applications for—" She was flailing now, her story falling apart in real-time. "It's completely innocent! And, oh! What about you, Forehead? Since when do you call him sensei?"
That question made Sakura forget all about her embarrassment. She crossed her arms and smirked smugly. "Because he is my sensei. Why else would I call him that?"
The blow landed perfectly. Ino's face crumpled. Her shoulders sagged, and for a moment she looked genuinely hurt.
Sakura's smirk only grew wider as she sensed victory, crossing her arms tighter like she'd just won the lottery.
"Is... is that true, Eishin-san?" Ino turned to me, her voice wavered as she turned on me. “You made Forehead your student?“
I really didn't want to be dragged into this catfight, but since they insisted on involving me, they'd better be prepared for the consequences. I wasn't the type to just sit back and take their drama passively.
I nodded slowly. "Sakura has some untapped potential that I noticed during our mission together. Potential she won’t reach without proper guidance. So I took that responsibility. Helping her grow is… the least I can do."
The way I phrased it made it sound like Sakura was utterly helpless without me—which she was—while making it seem like I was doing her an enormous favor. Which I was.
Sakura practically glowed at my words, completely ignoring all the red flags and implications hidden beneath the compliment. Smart girl, but she had an amazing talent for self-delusion. She only heard what she wanted to hear and justified everything else away. So beautifully hopeless.
My passionate little flower immediately jumped on that injustice. "That's not fair!” She shot forward, voice pitching high.“Why does Billboard Brow get to be your student, and I don't? I'm just as talented! More talented! I have better chakra control, and I actually pay attention in class and I—"
"You can't force someone to be your teacher, Ino-pig." Sakura interrupted, stepping closer to Ino with her hand on her shoulder, trying to push her away from my bedside.
That looked like the start of a proper hair-pulling match, but when I fixed Ino with a sharp glare, some sense seemed to return to her lust-addled brain. She remembered she was supposed to be maintaining her innocent act—not that she was any good at it.
Ino pulled back and gave Sakura a little smirk, she flipped her long blonde hair with one hand. "He's clearly only teaching you out of pity. He shouldn't waste his precious time on someone who obviously isn't worth it and is too ungrateful to value what she's been given. He'd be better off teaching someone who actually appreciates his efforts... someone like me."
The jab hit home hard. Sakura looked like she'd been physically slapped, her eyebrows trembling and her fists clenching at her sides. Even Ino seemed to regret the words immediately, her confident facade cracking.
"I… I know," Sakura muttered, her voice small and defeated. "I know that, but—"
“Enough,” I cut her off before I get a headache. “I’m honored, truly, that someone as talented as you Ino-chan would want me as a teacher.”
Ino's forlorn expression transformed into pure joy, my little flower beaming like the sun had just come out from behind storm clouds.
“Sadly,” I continued, slow and firm, “I’m not the right fit for your fighting style. I’d only waste your time.”
That was the truth. While taking Ino as a student may result in more complications, it will also allow more access to her. But that was it. I won’t be of any help to her in any shinobi-related matters. I would be a poor teacher for her. And as much of a horny bastard I may be, I could not allow myself this level of neglect. This was no laughing matter.
Ino made to object, but my glare shut her up instantly. She probably wouldn't have been this compliant if I hadn't just given her that mind-melting orgasm, satisfying her needy well well-developed body so thoroughly.
"While Sakura may have plenty of flaws," I said, smiling at the pink-haired girl, "I'm confident that with proper guidance, she'll become an excellent kunoichi under my teaching."
Sakura’s eyes locked on mine, greedy for the praise. She smiled, bright and foolish, but her fists were still clenched tight, but loosened slightly.
Yet, I didn’t deny a single word Ino had thrown at her. Sakura was the type who needed constant disciplinary nudges, or her pride would run wild and ruin everything. While I enjoyed being the one to put her in her place, Ino had a long history with her.
Those cutting words from a former friend touched deeper than anything I could say, even if I used Devil's Whisper to enhance the effect.
Ino huffed and crossed her arms, looking away with that pouty expression that made her look like a displeased kitten. My little flower didn't like being told no. Yet that still didn’t deter her eyes from darting toward the tent in my sheets when she thought no one was looking.
I licked my lips and did in kind, letting my gaze drag over Ino's form appreciatively. That exposed midriff was practically begging to be kissed and licked. I didn’t give it the attention it deserved early, I lamented. Her nice, round ass looked perfect for grabbing. Her bountiful chest rose and fell with her indignant breathing.
My dick gave another interested twitch beneath the blankets. Both girls' eyes immediately snapped to the movement. Even in their jab at each other, they haven’t stopped stealing glances.
I knew exactly how to reset my little flower's mood—a few kisses to that soft tummy, maybe some attention to her exposed belly button. One touch, a kiss, the shallow dip of her cute and sensitive navel, and she'd melt like butter. That was her weakness, her reset button, guaranteed to turn my pouty flower back into putty, eager, needy, pliant.
My eyes drifted briefly to the window before I turned my attention to Sakura, ignoring her cute flush and reluctantly curious gaze. Business before pleasure, unfortunately.
"How are you doing, Sakura?" I asked, genuinely curious. The last time I'd seen her, she'd been safe at the inn in Lands of Wave while I went searching for Naruto and Sai—a search that had turned into a clusterfuck of epic proportions involving Anbu and the goddamn Mizukage.
I hadn't received any proper reports from my team since waking up. I'd seen none of them until now, and the lack of information was eating at me. The Hokage had assured me they were all fine, but that was hardly detailed intelligence.
So she explained, even if she clearly hadn't known much about what happened after I left. She'd still been at the inn when Sai and Naruto had burst in carrying my unconscious, battered form. They'd done what first aid they could before making the desperate sprint back to Konoha, taking turns carrying me on their backs. As for Zabuza and Haku, all she knew was Naruto's vague comment about "letting them go or something."
Honestly, I didn't care anymore. I was just relieved that none of my people had died under my command. Too many had before, and I wasn't eager to add to that particular tally.
From there, I shifted the conversation to her studies. Sakura's reaction was nothing short of ecstatic—she practically bounced as she showed off the Training Card I'd given her, demonstrating how much her medical ninjutsu had improved. She was so proud she even let Ino test the card, clearly hoping to watch her rival make a fool of herself.
Which prompted me to promise Ino her own card—one focused on chakra training rather than medical techniques. I made a mental note to create more of those training aids for Naruto as well, since the idiot had somehow managed to burn the first prototype I'd given him. The bonehead needed improvement just as much as anyone, if not more.
I gave Sakura additional instructions for improvements and my signature authorization for accessing restricted sections of the library—areas normally off-limits to genin. As a jounin, I had those privileges, and she'd need access to advanced medical texts for her training. She nearly bounced out of her seat at that, already dreaming of all the books she could devour.
I didn't really need her help with the birth control jutsu shiki I was working on—Shiho had been gathering that data efficiently enough—but Sakura was my student now. Despite my nefarious intentions for her, I wouldn't half-ass her training. She was my responsibility now, whether I'd planned for it or not.
I was still sporting an impressive erection when I finally shooed both girls out of my room. It hurt my heart and my dick in equal measure. Either one of them would have been ripe and perfect to take in my urges.
But they seemed determined not to leave the other alone with me, their constant bickering giving me a headache. So I kicked them both out under the excuse of needing rest, which was actually true. I was exhausted as hell, but still horny enough to fuck a hole in the wall.
Silence settled over my room for a blessed moment as their bickering faded in the corridor.
I let out a slow breath, turned my head toward the window.
“You know, spying on a guy while he’s sleeping? So Perverted. That's some serious stalker behavior there.”
Nobody answered.
Comments
Vince
Same, bro. Same.
Necrosis
Bruh, these cliffhangers are making ke question your sexuality
