Chapter 16 - Sakura's a Tease!

Language: mild
Sex: moderate
Nudity: mild

Sakura was very happy with her boyfriend/servant, Ryouko. He did her chores, gave her attention, and all that other boyfriend/servant stuff he was supposed to do. It was almost Sakura’s eighteenth birthday, and her first thoughts were on how to celebrate. While she thought, she absently tossed laundry in a hamper.

“Ryouko! Laundry time!” she sang out. Ryouko emerged from the closet, wincing.

“Laundry day, the most foul day ever created,” he spoke with a grimace.

“Aw, c’mon, this load has my panties…”

“Be that as it may, Ojousama, (And don’t think it’s not cool to handle your delicates…) there’s a problem. Please observe.”

Ryouko bent down to pick up the hamper, then walked outside the door.

“HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER’S PANTIES, PERVERT!”

After a ‘SMACK’, Ryouko came running in. He dove into the closet and shut the door. An angry Mrs. Haruno came flying in after him. Her ever-present broom nearly beheaded him as she caught the door. Ryouko was trapped. There was nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run. He burrowed under his blankets and pillows, hoping to cushion the worst of the blows.

Sakura watched thoughtfully as her mother kicked the crap out of her boyfriend/live-in servant. She saw the problem pretty quickly, as Ryouko was soon reduced to a quivering, bruised mass huddled amongst the solace of his bedding.

“AND DON’T LET ME CATCH YOU WITH HER UNDERWEAR AGAIN! ESPECIALLY IF IT’S ON HER! I SWEAR, YOU BOYS! ALL YOU THINK ABOUT IS SEX! I PROMISE YOU- IF YOU LAY A HAND ON MY DAUGHTER, I WILL PUT YOUR BALLS IN A SLING!”

SLAM!

With that, she was gone. Ryouko coughed, then stood up straight. “So you see the problem, Ojousama.”

“Yeah, I do,” Sakura nodded. “You really blush around ladies’ underwear! I even say the word and you light up like a Christmas tree!”

Ryouko stumbled over his words. “That’s really not the point, Ojousama. It’s the fact that I get beaten up every time your mother catches me around the house. I mean, I can understand protecting your daughter, but why’d she hit me when I ate a cookie?”

“What time was it?” Sakura asked.

“Four O’clock.”

“Silly, an hour before dinner?! Of COURSE she’ll beat you up; you’ll spoil your appetite.”

Ryouko pointed at his stomach. “She doesn’t feed me! Why should she care?! I don’t mind her hating me for being your boyfriend, Ojousama, but for doing chores?”

Sakura laughed and gently sat down on Ryouko’s bed. She tugged him by the arm and made him sit down. He sat down formally on the floor, as though awaiting orders. Sakura sighed heavily, but rolled over onto her stomach so she would be eye to eye with him.

“You CAN function in boyfriend mode, you know. I mean, Ojousama’s cool and all, but there are times when I want you to use my name. ‘Cause, y’know, we’ve seen each other naked. It’s about time we acted closer.”

“We’ve never seen each other naked, Ojousama…”

“No? Not yet? Huh. Oh, right, you didn’t see ME, but I saw you. Oh, okay, that makes sense.” Sakura cocked her head to the side, remembering that akward moment when she totally spied on Ryouko out of pure, girlish curiosity.

“That’s not fair, Sakura,” Ryouko whined. “How come you get to see me naked, but I don’t get to see you naked?”

Sakura tapped her chin thoughtfully. “ ‘Cause I’m a girl, and my Mom would really kill you. I mean, if you think a good look is worth it…” Sakura found herself blushing at the prospect of stripping for her boyfriend. Blushing out of desire, embarrassment, and curiosity. It was astounding how much she could be like a normal girl, despite her great abilities.

Ryouko shook his head and backed up. “No, no, not worth death. Well, it is, actually, but I’d like to live long enough to enjoy it. So, uh, let’s wait until you’re moved out, or at least not home…”

It his Sakura suddenly. What she wanted for her birthday. “Ryouko…” she cooed, sitting up and crossing her legs, then turning her head and looking away with red on her face. “I’ve got this…desire…”

Ba-dump. Ryouko’s heart was currently residing in his throat. He scrambled for a response. His mental rolodex gave him this:

a. “Oh, really” (seductive tone)
b. “Anything, Ojousama! Command me!” (Bowing)
c. Take her hand, squeeze it gently, look into her eyes (boyfriend mode?)
d. F*** you, asshole (Terminator dialogue)

(Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t pass it up! –NG)

Option c was chosen, in conjunction with choice b. Ryouko knelt before her and picked up her hand. He caressed it tenderly, even brining it to his lips.

“Anything within my power, Sakura.”

Sakura turned away. “Oh, you’re so serious! And those bedroom eyes! We must want the same thing…There’s no doubt about it…” Sakura said huskily, climbing closer to Ryouko. She gave him a shove-

“OW!” (Ryouko’s head bounced off the floor with a ‘thud’)

-“Sorry!”

She put her hands on his chest, straddling his torso with her legs. She giggled as he turned progressively redder. She leaned closer and closer, reaching for his vest.

“That tag always sticks up!” she growled, tucking the tag into his shirt. “Right. There’s no way. We’re both at that age… We think certain things…have certain…desires…”

Sakura leaned into Ryouko’s shoulder, her mouth near his ear. Ryouko’s eyes widened as he felt warm saliva in his ear.

“Wet willie!” Sakura declared, laughing at Ryouko’s face. “What, did you think I licked you?”

“Of course not!” Ryouko shot back. His red face belied his words.

Sakura leaned closer even more, laying on top of Ryouko. “Do you know what I want, Ryouko? It’s something only you can give to me… That’s right, only you. Are you ready? Are you ready to give it to me?”

“H-hhuh?”

“For my birthday, I want you to give it to me. I want…”

Sakura reached for the zipper on her vest. She pulled it down slowly, teasing Ryouko. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He knew that Mrs. Haruno would kill him for this, but such a tantalizing kunoichi in front of him, about to give him a look at a forbidden desire… It was too much. Ryouko was still male, after all.

Sakura flung the vest to the side, revealing-

An undershirt.

“Wow, that’s better! It’s so hot in here!” Sakura exclaimed. “You must be dying with all those clothes on. Want me to help you take them off?”

Ryouko shook his head. “N-no, I’m fine, Sakura. I’m good! Uh, you’re the hottest thing in this room!”

Ryouko flung the comment without thinking. Sakura blushed heavily, giggling at the compliment.

“You’re so sweet! I promise you, you’ll get to see this heat up close. Because, for my birthday, I want…”

This is it. If she asks for it, I’m going to give it to her! I’d do anything for her, and now I’ll prove it! So long, V-club! Ryouko cheered inwardly.

“…I want you to take me to a hotel.”

“Of course, Sakura, anything you ask!” Ryouko replied brightly. I’m finally gonna get laid! There’s no other reason for her to ask me to take her to a hotel on her birthday! Oh, hell yeah!

“…And after we visit my family that’s staying at the hotel, I want you to take me to your house…”

Yes! Okay, perfect! A hotel was kind of sleazy for a classy girl like her anyway!

“…And there, you know what happens?”

Ryouko shook his head.

I’ll play dumb and let her have the fun of telling me…

“…There, you and I- unpack my stuff! Y’know, changes of clothes and stuff for when I stay over at your house!”

Sakura got off Ryouko and happily began to put things in a suitcase. Ryouko slunk into the closet, shut the door, and buried his face.

So close… I think…

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