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Chapter 96 - Nutrients for a Needy Flower
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 10:59:14 +0000 UTCI leaned back, tilting my head.
“And?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Then she tucked her bangs behind her ear with shaking fingers, leaned down close, closer, until her lips pressed to mine. They were incredibly soft and slightly sticky from her lip gloss, tasting faintly of strawberries.
Normally that would have been enough, but she surprised me by pulling back only an inch, “This…” she whispered, breath hot against my lips, "No, your…. your little flower is in dire need of attention. She’s wilting without your care.”
Her lips brushed mine again, a feather kiss. “Won't you please tend to her delicate petals?” Another kiss, firmer. “They're so sensitive and they ache for your amazing touch." She pressed another kiss to my lips, "Pretty please... I need to feel your strong hand on my most tender place."
Fate help me, I almost lost my sanity right then. My pulse thundered, my cock straining hard under the sheets, tenting, obvious against the fabric.
What a dangerous temptress. A siren, impossible to resist its call.
I grabbed her face, crushed our lips together in a searing kiss, tasting every ounce of her need. My other hand shot back up her skirt, cupping her pussy and working it through the soaked mesh and panties, aggressive now, no more teasing.
She moaned into my mouth—loud, broken, needy. Not words, just pure, raw sound, muffled by my lips as her body rocked against my hand, the beautiful, spoiled Yamanaka heir reduced to grinding and writhing.
Ino wasn't an amateur at kissing, but she certainly wasn't an expert either. Everything she knew, she learned from me. My little flower’s “education” hadn’t happened in a classroom, not officially.
The storage room behind the old greenhouse at the Academy had been our first classroom, tucked away where no one would think to look. Then there was that abandoned practice room in the basement of the west wing, and my personal favorite—the roof access behind the ventilation units where I could press her against the wall while the whole village spread out below us.
I conditioned her there, between classes and after exams, pressing her up against dusty walls or tucking her behind a half-rotted curtain of vines.
The Academy was convenient since she was still a student and I was a teacher there. Easy enough to find excuses to cross paths.
Of course, after she graduated, the needy little flower got bolder. Sneaking out at night, slipping into alleys, finding me on rooftops, or other various locations throughout the village. She’d come looking for her regular dose of care and attention, no shame in her eyes, even when her parents caught her.
And when her father forbade her from seeing me? Well, as it turned out, Inoichi Yamanaka might be head of the Analysis Division, yet to his daughter, he was a pushover. He tried the intimidation routine with me more than once, demanding I stop corrupting his princess.
Scary man. I’ll admit, I sweat when he leveled those eyes. But I was too much of a bastard to stop. So... yeah, I'd keep corrupting her.
Not that there was much corruption involved anyway. Or was it? I merely took advantage of her rebellious phase, her curiosity to explore with her sensitive body, her weakness for compliments, her need for validation, and the brewing hormones in her stunningly well-developed body.
It was a given. Ino was an absolute knockout with a goddess-tier figure, and the most beautiful flowers always needed the most care.
She'd been ripe and needy before I'd even met her, craving attention like a flower craves sunlight, her body thirsting for touch like a flower thirsts for water.
Hence why she was my little flower. Beautiful, yes, but needy. And I… well, I was the gardener who kept watering her.
So while Ino wasn't an expert kisser, she was well-trained to follow my lead. She obediently opened her strawberry-flavored lips, allowing me to invade her mouth completely.
She was a passionate girl, easily lost to her urges and hardly passive when she let go. Her hands roaming frantically all over my body, touching and feeling my muscles through the bandages—chest, arms, abs, anywhere she could reach. She wasn't careful or mindful of my injuries either, completely lost to her own lust.
I winced when she pressed against burns or broken ribs, but I didn't stop her. I wasn't a masochist; the pain was simply worth it if it meant having my little flower bloom.
However, I wasn't about to be a passive participant, even though I was the one lying down. When Ino grew arrogant and tried to rebel, to wrestle my tongue with hers, fighting for dominance in her own mouth, I easily overwhelmed her little tongue and forced it into submission.
She melted instantly, all arrogance quelled. Her frantic exploration of my body calmed down, though she continued feeling me up.
With full control over her mouth and my hand working expertly on her cunt, she quickly conceded and gave herself over to me completely.
It was a bit awkward from my position—I didn't have the mobility I would have preferred. I'd have gone for her bountiful chest by now, but I needed to keep her flushed face in place or she'd make a complete mess of things.
Either way, Ino stood no chance. I edged her two more times, teased her cunt through mesh and damp silk. She was soaked, a sensitive, needy mess, and I worked her until she shook. Twice, I dragged her to the edge only to stop, making her whine and beg vainly, shamelessly.
When I finally let her fall, she fell hard.
Her climax was anything but pretty. Her back arched violently, pressing her chest against me. She gasped, not pretty gasps but ragged, messy, ugly sounds—half-sobs, half-moans—as her orgasm tore through her. Her hands clawed at my bandages, and I could feel her pussy pulsing and fluttering against my fingers through the soaked fabric. Her creamy thighs clamped tight around my hand as though she could grind herself to pieces.
She bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, her body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably like she was having a seizure.
By the time it passed, she was wrecked. She slid down, collapsing against the bedframe, crouched by the railing like she needed it to keep her tethered.
Her blonde hair was a complete disaster, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead and hanging in messy tangles around her shoulders. Her lips were swollen and dark from kissing, slightly parted as she struggled to catch her breath. Those beautiful teal eyes were unfocused and dreamy, pupils dilated as she rode the afterglow of her intense orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, and she looked absolutely wrecked in the most delicious way possible.
A spoiled, beautiful mess.
I had to admit then. Yeah, maybe I had corrupted her. That wasn’t the face of Konoha’s darling flower anymore. That was the face of a girl who’d been used, taught, conditioned. A corrupted flower thoroughly debauched yet still virgin.
But not innocent.
I lifted the hand I’d been using between her thighs, examining the viscous liquid glistening on my fingers. A bastard like me shouldn’t be proud of something so obscene, but I was. Even through the mesh and panties, she'd released quite a bit—healthy and perfectly clear, with just the right consistency.
I played with it for a moment, watching how the sticky slickness caught the light and strung my fingers. Then turned my gaze to Ino, then back to my fingers. I extended my hand toward her.
"Open up," I commanded, pushing my fingers toward her panting mouth.
She stared at them, then at me, her eyes fluttering once, twice, as she caught my meaning. "You can't possibly expect me to..." she breathed out, her pampered sensibilities clearly finding the idea distasteful.
"Say ahh," I said, mimicking how she'd fed me earlier. "Beautiful flowers need their nutrients, don’t they? Besides," I added with deliberate suggestion, "if you can handle this, perhaps one day I'll have something more protein-rich to feed you."
She swallowed hard before hesitantly parting her lips, tongue tentatively poking out. I didn't give her time to test the taste; I pushed my coated fingers into her mouth immediately. Call it a small punishment for daring to keep her pussy so well-protected from me.
Her glazed eyes widened at the invasion, but her mind was still riding too high to protest properly. Her mouth sealed around me, soft and hot. Without being asked, she instinctively began sucking, her tongue slid under my fingers, tasting her own juices.
Damn. Fucking. Damnit. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. My dick was jumping under the sheets. Why was I torturing myself like this when I knew I wouldn't be fucking her anytime soon?
"How is it?" I asked roughly.
She didn’t answer with words right away. Just more sucking as if trying to make her mind.
"It's... mmph..." she tried to answer while still sucking, her mind clearly floating. Her plump lips sealed around my fingers as her tongue swirled. "Salty... kinda..." suck "...tangy but not bad..." Her tongue slid around my fingers. "I didn't know I..." Her words broke off into soft moans as she became increasingly absorbed in her task, gradually growing bolder. What started as hesitant licks became passionate sucking, her cheeks hollowing as she worked my fingers with surprising enthusiasm.
Her teeth grazed, careful but greedy. Saliva and slick mixed, running down my hand in wet little lines. She gagged lightly when I pressed a bit deeper, then came back harder, lips working like she was trying to pull marrow from bone. She moaned softly, high-pitched and spoiled, like she was discovering her favorite candy was something filthy.
By the time I tried to pull my hand back, she wouldn’t let me. I had to tug, twist, pry my fingers out of her sucking mouth. A string of spit and slick stretched between us when I finally freed myself.
And then she grinned at me—messy, glazed, beautiful. Drool clung to her lips, her chin shiny, her hair tangled. She looked up with the dumbest, sluttiest smile, as if proud of what she did, and it was mesmerizing. My flower, ruined and perfect, kneeling by my bed. She was ready to be bred.
I sucked in a hard breath through my nose. “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself. Fuck consequences. Fuck Injuries. Fuck Inoichi. Fuck all. And more importantly fuck her. I wanted to flip her over right here, right now, and bury myself in her. Pluck her. Deflower her. End this torture.
I grabbed her arm rather roughly and…. that was when fate decided to intervene. To save her? To save me? Can tell.
I felt two familiar chakra signatures approaching down the corridor. Unlike Minato, who was good at concealing himself, and Guy-sensei, who practically had no chakra to distinct him from a civilian, these two couldn’t hide from my senses.
Ino, for all her lust-addled state, was still a kunoichi. While she might not have sensed what I did, she noticed my sudden alertness. She looked toward the door, then back at me. I nodded grimly.
She quickly scrambled to her feet on shaky legs, nearly stumbling as she tried to compose herself. Smoothing her hair, she wiped the drool from her chin. She wasn't having much success when the recently broken and hastily repaired door was swung open.
"Oi, pervert!" Naruto burst in with his usual exhausting energy. "I hope you're not naked or doing something gross again, you super per—" He froze mid-sentence and mid-stride, taking in the scene.
"Naruto, you idiot! You should knock first! What if sensei is sleeping or—" Sakura's scolding voice followed behind him before she too froze. Her sharp green eyes suspiciously took in Ino's disheveled appearance, and her expression turned ice-cold. "What are you doing here, Ino?"
Oh, wasn’t this fan-fucking-tastic? Two of the estranged friends I was planning to fuck, meeting in the same room, one of them still glowing like a post-coital mess. This… was not good.
That's when Naruto shouted, his face turning bright red as he pointed at the obvious tent in my bedsheets. "Gah! You really are a super pervert! That's... that's so... and DISGUSTING! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO — UGH — PUT THAT THING AWAY YOU PERVERTED BASTARD!"
I deadpanned and sighed deeply. "Well, shit."
