Budding Leaf

by a-shifty-sword

A series of oneshots about Daiki-sensei, the sexual education teacher for Konohagakure's Genin. Heavy amounts of emotional manipulation and lemons, updated whenever I feel like writing another one of these.

The First Budding Leaf, Sakura Haruno

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Daiki flipped the page of the newspaper in his hands, his eyes scanning over an article. Daiki wasn't the name he was given at birth. It was the name assigned to him when he took on this job. He thought of it as his real name though, as he rarely used his birth name. Also, he found the name to be both fitting and amusing.

A knock on his door pulled his attention from the newspaper. He glanced at the time and nodded, satisfied. It seems the first girl of this year's bunch was the punctual sort, it was two minutes until he expected her to be here. "Come in," he called out as he folded the newspaper and put it on the table in front of him.

The door opened to reveal a pink-haired girl with green eyes wearing a red dress with shorts underneath them. She also wore a headband, and though the plate attached to it was facing up, where he couldn't see, he knew it had the symbol of Konohagakure on it.

"Sakura Haruno," Daiki greeted her with a nod. "Please, come in." He recognized her of course. He knew of all of the female Genin. He attended the graduation ceremony where they were given their headbands every year, and he had a file on all of the girls that would eventually come to him.

She seemed hesitant and nervous, but she approached him nonetheless. Her eyes flicked over him, observing him with clear apprehension on her face. It was a reaction Daiki was used to. The girls that were sent to him were rarely told what to expect, but him being a middle-aged man, albeit one that was very in shape for a civilian, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe usually seemed to catch them off guard.

Daiki made his own observations as well. For one, the fact that he could read her expression so easily said a lot about her control over her emotions. Or rather, her lack of it. That wasn't unusual for a girl who had just become Genin though, especially one that had come from a civilian family if her file was to be believed.

She was wary, which was good instincts for a ninja, but she obeyed orders. That was also a good quality for a ninja. She moved in the distinctive way that he had learned to spot, the subtle hint that she had learned to augment her actions with Chakra. Even when not actively channeling chakra, there were hints in her movement that she had experience doing so and her body was ready to do it again at a moment's notice.

It grew more obvious the more used to chakra they were, and even more so when they were actively augmenting their movements. But he knew better than to rely on that to identify ninja. The last time he had bragged about being able to notice it, a more experienced ninja had immediately shown him just how easy it was to hide those telltale signs.

Sakura came to a stop across the table from him. There wasn't a chair there. The only seating available was the loveseat he was sitting on. In fact, the room was lightly furnished in general, with the loveseat and the table making up most of the furniture. There was a bookshelf on one wall and a wardrobe on the other. He preferred it this way, it kept things simple and prevented the girls from becoming distracted.

"Are you Daiki-san?" Sakura asked.

"Daiki-sensei," he corrected her, his tone friendly but firm. "But yes, I am. Have you been told why you've been asked to come here?"

"For supplemental kunoichi lessons," Sakura answered. "Though Kakashi-sensei didn't tell me what kind of lessons."

Daiki frowned. "He didn't? It was his responsibility to at least inform you of that." She shook her head, causing Daiki to sigh. "Eimi-san, if you could please explain," he called out.

Sakura blinked in confusion, wondering who he was talking to, only for her eyes to snap to the side, where a figure had suddenly appeared. They were wearing a concealing gray and black outfit more reminiscent of armor than clothes, and a porcelain mask styled to look like a cat. Their arms were bare though, and enough of their figure could be made out to recognize them as a woman. She was an Anbu, and Daiki saw Sakura's eyes widen slightly as she recognized that.

"Daiki-sensei is a civilian who has been tasked with teaching female Genin about sex," the Anbu, Eimi, explained in a clinical tone, voice slightly muffled by her mask. "This is standard for all Genin, though not often talked about. Nevertheless, it is required for you to continue your training, and you will not be able to take the Chunin exam until you have graduated from this course."

"S-sex!" Sakura stammered in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "But- that's- all Genin?"

"Yes, all Genin," Eimi replied flatly. "I shall leave the rest of the explanation to Daiki-sensei." With that, her body flickered and disappeared.

"Sorry about her," Daiki said with a smile. "Her job is to lend credence to my words. You're far from the first to be surprised by what I teach. She's also here to protect you, and the village."

Sakura was still blushing, and she looked unsure, but he could see her latch on to that statement. "How so?" she asked, looking at him again. She was looking at him differently now. Still wary, but less so, and in a different manner. She recognized his position, and now she just wasn't sure what to expect and was nervous about it.

"You seem like a smart girl," Daiki said. He had seen her grades in the report that was given to him by Eimi, and her profile said she took pride in her intelligence. "So maybe you can tell me. You've just become a Genin and you are no longer recognized by the village as a child, but as a ninja, one who will put all of their time, effort, and even their life into serving and protecting the village. My job is to teach you about sex, and it's something mandated by the Hokage himself. Why would that be the case?"

Sakura's brow furrowed as she considered the question. Daiki knew how to handle her type. Presenting the information to her as a puzzle to solve, as a question they could think over and answer, would help her come to terms with it more quickly, and make her happier overall.

"Is it for seduction and information extraction jobs?" Sakura guessed, unsure.

"A reasonable, and common, answer, but no," Daiki answered. "Those sorts of jobs are rare, or so I'm told. They also require more specialized training beyond what I can offer. It's an option you can pursue once you become a Chunin if you're interested." He didn't know much about it, other than they taught techniques that used chakra.

Her blush grew stronger and she shook her head, causing Daiki to chuckle. He greatly enjoyed the shy ones. They were always the most satisfying to corrupt.

"I'm sorry Sensei, if that's not it, then I'm not sure why," Sakura answered.

"Don't fret, very few figure it out before they are told," Daiki reassured her. "As you just became a Genin, you should be 15, yes?" He knew she was, her file had said so, and Genin were rarely older or younger than that. She nodded. "So I'm sure that, for several years now, you've gained an interest in sex. It's a normal part of growing up."

Her blush, which had been dying back down, started rising again. "I- I mean…" she started before trailing off, her gaze on the ground.

Daiki nodded. "That reaction is precisely why these lessons are necessary. In the past, there was an incident. A prominent and respected ninja attempted to overthrow the Hokage using a team of female Genin and Chunin. He had gained their loyalties by introducing them to the pleasures of sex and he used it to emotionally manipulate them into loving only himself and putting his desires before the village, feelings he strengthened with genjutsu and other means."

Sakura frowned. "I don't remember reading about anything like that," she said.

"It's not public knowledge," Daiki explained. "Most civilians weren't even aware anything had happened, as there was no large battle. It was handled, but many ninja were killed that day, and so the Hokage of that time decided that steps needed to be taken to prevent this. And I'm that step."

Sakura frowned. "But isn't there a risk of you doing the same thing?"

"Yes, and no," Daiki explained as he leaned back and crossed his legs. "Girls your age are susceptible to emotional manipulation through sex because it's new, it's overwhelming, and the feelings of pleasure often translate into an emotional connection between the individuals involved. Sex is rarely emotionless, and even if there's no commitment, a bond is formed during it. For those unused to it, those feelings are stronger, more prominent, and easier for a more experienced person to shape into what they want."

"So, with just that in mind, it seems foolish to deliberately send Genin to an experienced teacher for the explicit purposes of sex, doesn't it?" Sakura hesitated, but she nodded. Daiki nodded as well, reassuring her that her response was the right answer. "However, there are more things to consider. For one, the only one to make it so you cannot be manipulated by sex is for you to gain experience with it."

"Can't we just…not have sex?" Sakura asked, blushing and refusing to meet his eyes.

"The only sure way to prevent that would be to completely kill your sense of libido and ability to have sex," Daiki explained. "Which was tried. But it's not a good solution. For one, most new ninjas come from families of ninjas. Without sex, ninjas cannot have children, and that is sub-optimal. For another, it tends to make ninja depressed and unmotivated." Daiki shook his head. "No, it's not a good option at all."

"So either the issue is ignored, or they have to gain more experience…" Sakura murmured.

"Exactly," Daiki said. "It's dangerous, but it's not impossible. The risks just need to be mitigated. They did so by making sure to choose the right candidate, and by taking a few simple precautions."

"I was chosen for many reasons. The most important one is that I'm a civilian, not a ninja. I cannot use chakra, I know no advanced techniques for manipulation, interrogation, combat, or anything of the sort. I come from a simple family. I have no aspirations or desires for riches. I just want a comfortable life of eating good food, drinking good booze, and fucking beautiful women." Sakura blushed at his crass language, but Daiki just grinned. "In short, I'm a nobody who is fine with being a nobody. I was picked because, among other reasons, it was deemed extremely unlikely for me to even try to manipulate you for my own gain."

"But what if you changed your mind?" Sakura asked. "What if you started out like that, but then the temptation grew too strong?"

Daiki nodded. "A valid concern. That is what Eimi-san is here for. She, and the others of her team, are responsible for keeping an eye on me." Of course, Eimi wasn't her real name. Or rather, it wasn't his real name.

The Anbu responsible for him was, in reality, male. Most of the female ninja in the village his age or younger were his students at one point. Since ninja in general had a relatively short life span, due to the lethality of their job, there were few female ninja who could watch him. Having one of his former students watch him would negate the purpose of having him monitored. It was easier to just assign males to him and have them transform into women in the few moments they showed themselves to his students. He insisted they do so, as it put most of them at ease that a woman Anbu was watching things, rather than another man.

Eimi was the name he used to refer to whatever Anbu was on duty, and a name Daiki had come up with. He had no idea what any of them thought about it, as they all guarded their emotions well, even from someone observant as him. He wasn't even sure how many he had assigned to him. They all wore the same mask, at least when interacting with him, and for the longest time he had no idea there was more than one. He suspected, because how else could they watch over him so constantly, but he wasn't sure until one time where the Eimi he was talking to didn't know something he had told them the day before.

"Eimi-san is just the stick," he continued explaining. "I'm offered plenty of carrots as well. This is my only job, one that I'm paid handsomely for. I spend most of the year living a comfortable and carefree life, and when it comes to the job itself, it's something I'm good at and I enjoy doing. I wouldn't risk this position for anything, much less a harebrained scheme to give myself more work." Daiki shook his head. "No, I already have everything I want, and that's why I'm Daiki-sensei."

Sakura remained silent for a moment, mulling it over. "It still seems risky but…I think I understand. But what about romance? What about saving your first time for the one you love?"

"Let me tell you the secret that everyone knows but refuses to admit," Daiki responded, leaning forward. "Your first time? For most people, it's the worst sex experience of their life, especially when it's both people's first time. Things are awkward, confusing, painful, and often over before you get any real enjoyment out of it. Your first time with a specific person can be a great moment to remember. Your first time having sex? That is usually far less pleasant."

"O-oh," Sakura said, a bit downtrodden.

"Besides, you are a ninja now," Daiki continued. "That means the mission comes first. You can find love, but your first priority is to the village. And the safety of the village demands you give up on notions such as your first time being special."

"I understand," Sakura replied morosely.

Daiki knew that letting her mood suffer like that would hinder his ability to do his job. "Cheer up though. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be skilled enough to make any man happy. I'm guessing you have a boy you like?" Sakura didn't answer, but her expression and increased blush made it clear what the answer was. "Would you rather your first time with him be awkward, short, painful, and unsatisfying? Or would you rather it be a night you always look back on fondly?"

He left unsaid that any boy that she liked, if he was a ninja, was going through the same course with a female instructor and would also be skilled and used to sex.

"Well, if you put it like that…" Sakura admitted, her mood lifting somewhat.

"Exactly," Daiki said reassuringly. "Now that you properly understand, I believe it's time to start on our lessons." Sakura stiffened slightly. "For one, don't worry, we'll be taking things slowly. Today isn't the day you lose your virginity." She relaxed slightly at that. "Like all types of training, we'll start with the basics. So, Sakura, if you would, please strip completely."

Sakura hesitated. "Here? Right now?"

Daiki nodded, a friendly smile on his face. "Of course. Don't worry, the only people who can see you here are me and Eimi-san, and Eimi-san is focused on me, not you. Oh, but you can leave your headband on if it makes you more comfortable."

Sakura stood there, visibly nervous, her eyes flicking between Daiki, the ground, and the spot where Eimi had appeared before. Daiki didn't push her, he simply watched her patiently with a smile on his face.

Eventually she nodded and slowly started stripping. Daiki's smile grew slightly as she did, and he watched her carefully.

She started with her dress, reaching behind her back to unzip it enough that she could then pull it over her head. Doing so revealed that her chest was wrapped in bandages, a common choice for kunoichi, but otherwise her chest was bare. She blushed and avoided looking at Daiki as she carefully folded the dress and placed it on the ground.

After that came her boots and the holster strapped to her leg. After carefully placing those beside her dress, she hesitated, glancing at Daiki. She was dressed in only her shorts, the bandages around her chest, and her headband. Daiki didn't say anything, and instead continued to watch her, but there was an unspoken expectation there. She still wasn't finished.

Sakura gulped and started unwrapping her chest, the bandages coming off slowly. As gaps started to appear in the bandages, revealing the skin beneath them, Sakura positioned her arms to block his sight of them. He didn't try to stop her from doing so though. He knew it was a delaying tactic, at best, and that she couldn't finish undressing without revealing herself to him. If this made her more comfortable until she realized the futility of it on her own, then that was fine with him. He was a patient man.

She finished taking off the bandages with a single hand, the other one crossing over her chest to hide herself. She dropped the bandages to the ground next to her clothes and then paused. He could see it as she realized that hiding from him wasn't feasible, that the only thing left to take off was her shorts, an action that would take both hands and would reveal far more to him than just her breasts.

He watched in satisfaction as her hand slowly dropped. Sakura's chest wasn't very large, but Daiki didn't mind. He derived far more pleasure from the shy way she revealed herself rather than seeing another pair of boobs. They weren't bad to look at though. Small, but cute and perky. He knew that they'd be sensitive and that Sakura was likely insecure about her size, despite large boobs being a hindrance for most kunoichi, so genuine compliments towards them would endear him to her by making her feel better about herself.

But that would come later. Saying anything right now would alter the mood, and he didn't want that. The air was thick with her shyness and hesitation and his own anticipation, and it was slowly building thicker and thicker. He could compliment them later, it would be just as effective then.

Instead, he continued to watch her silently and expectantly as her fingers nervously gripped the edges of her shorts. She paused there for a moment, unsure. She glanced at Daiki, the question clear on her face. Did she really have to do this? Daiki kept his face blank and simply nodded slightly. Yes, she did.

She gulped and redid her grip on her shorts before slowly bending over, pulling the shorts down her pale and slender legs. To Daiki's delight, he saw that she had ripped the metaphorical band-aid off, and she was sliding her panties off at the same time.

He waited patiently as she folded the remainder of her clothes before slowly standing back up. Her eyes were averted and her face was flushed, but she stood there diligently, her hands at her side, and Daiki took the chance to look her over.

Her skin was pale, smooth, and unblemished. Her build was slender with very little body fat, but there were subtle hints of muscle definition. He knew that was a poor indicator of her physical ability, thanks to chakra, and that as her training increased in intensity so would her musculature. But he had to admit, he enjoyed them most at this stage. She was nubile and fresh, ready to be transformed.

She didn't have much body hair, not that he could see. She had some faint pink fuzz around her crotch, but it wasn't a significant amount. He didn't have a good view of her pussy from his angle, but he could make out a bit of it. Her hips weren't the widest, but they weren't skinny either. Instead, they were very average.

"Turn around for me," Daiki ordered her, speaking for the first time since he had asked her to strip. She nodded and did as he asked, showing her back to him. His eyes scanned it quickly. Her ass was also quite average. Not too small, but not too large. Otherwise, her back was the same as her front.

"You can turn to face me again," he said, and she spun around. She looked more nervous to Daiki's eyes, unsure and insecure after being analyzed. "You must be beating the boys off with a stick," he started. "I'm surprised that a girl as cute as you is still a virgin."

He was exaggerating, paying her lip service. She was cute, but, for reasons he hadn't figured out and the Anbu he asked didn't seem to know, most ninja were fairly attractive. He had talked to the female instructor a few times, and she said it was as true for the boys as it was for the girls.

Among those ninja, Sakura was the same as many of her features; fairly average in most aspects. Her pink hair was unique and not a coloration he saw often, and that appealed to his personal tastes, but it didn't change the fact that she was average.

Still, his actual feelings didn't matter at all. Especially since he could simultaneously find her average and still be very enthusiastic about getting his hands on her body. What was more important was making her feel good about her body and proud of her looks. It was important to her training and her enjoyment.

"I- that's not true," Sakura protested.

"I find that hard to believe," Daiki mused, unconcerned. "Then again, boys your age have no taste. They often miss the more subtle beauty of girls like you. Give it another five years and they'll wisen up."

He was sure that Sakura would have blushed at that if she wasn't already in a constant state of blushing. As it was, he could still tell from her body language that she was pleased by the comment.

"You think so?" she asked, finally looking at him, uncertainty and hope clear in her voice.

"I'd bet my last ryo on it," he replied with a reassuring smile. "Now, I've gotten a good look at you. It's clear that you've taken good care of yourself, both in terms of maintaining your body and personal hygiene. Now, come over here and sit on my lap, and we'll get started."

His words caused Sakura to tense, once again growing nervous, undoing his hard work of getting her to relax. But that was a necessary and normal part of the process, one he had perfected over the years.

It was a delicate balance, one where he had to slowly make her more comfortable with him while still maintaining his authority in this situation. And of course, he needed to progress the lesson as well. He wasn't rushed, they would have plenty of sessions together, but he also couldn't afford to spend a handful of them just getting her to the point where she was comfortable being touched. It was better to force that earlier and get her acclimated to it, because no matter what it was going to be a hurdle.

"Your lap, Sensei?" she asked, not moving from where she was standing.

"Yes, my lap," Daiki repeated patiently. "I didn't ask you to strip just to get the chance to see you naked. My job is to get you used to the pleasures of the flesh. To do that, I need you naked and within my reach. My lap is convenient, as it puts all of you within easy reach of my hands, and it's more intimate, something you'll need to get used to."

Sakura hesitated for a moment longer before finally nodding and walking over to him. Daiki had found that there were lots of ways to get his students to cooperate with him, and the most effective method for each girl was dependent on their personality.

With other girls, if they questioned him like that, he might've become stern and more commanding. It was a common method that worked with most of his students, with the Academy doing a fantastic job conditioning their students to obey anyone in a position of authority. But it wasn't always the best option.

He was sure Sakura would obey him, but it would make her more nervous. As he noted earlier, she was a girl of logic, and explaining things to her in a way that would make sense to her would yield better results.

She settled onto his lap awkwardly, her crossing his so she was sideways on them. That was how most of his students sat on his lap when he first asked them to, not wanting to turn their back on him and not willing to go for the full straddle. Though a few of the more adventurous ones would on occasion. He hoped he got one of those this year, they were always fun to teach.

It didn't matter how they sat though, so long as they did. He could make any position work. He mostly chose this position to give the girls a sense of control and an escape path. If he loomed above them or cornered them, their training would kick in just the smallest amount, pulling them out of the moment and making them nervous as their mind shifted into figuring out escape routes and the best way to fight him off.

By having them on his lap, he put himself in a less threatening position where escape was easy, therefore the thought of it distracted them less. This allowed them to focus more on what he was doing to them.

Sakura wasn't a tall girl, and even sitting on his lap her head was still below his. But not by much; she was still in easy reach of him. He placed one of his hands on Sakura's back, just above her waist, and another on her thigh. She tensed slightly as he touched her, but all he did was gently run his hands back and forth in small motions.

"So, Sakura," Daiki said. "Tell me about your sexual experience."

"I don't have any, Sensei," she responded shyly.

"Not even little things?" Daiki pressed. "Have you ever kissed someone? Say, a childhood friend that you 'practiced' kissing with?" As he talked, his hands moved in a larger range. His right hand, the one on her back, slowly strayed further down, towards her ass. His left hand on her thigh gradually shifted higher up her thigh.

"That time with Ino didn't count," Sakura protested, blushing. "There wasn't any tongue, and we only did it once."

Daiki hummed noncommittally. He wasn't sure he agreed with that not counting, but then again, he didn't really care. She had at least one kiss though, which is the information he wanted. "And how about by yourself? How often do you masturbate?"

She shook her head. "I've…I've only done it a few times, Sensei," she says.

"No worries, we all start somewhere," he reassured her. She was more relaxed now, his questions pulling enough of her attention away from the way that he was touching her, and now she was growing used to it. Which meant it was time to move to the next step.

"Now, it's time to begin our lessons," Daiki continued. "And the first lesson is kissing."

She tensed at his words, but he was already leaning forward and closing the few inches that separated them. She remained still though, and his lips met hers in an almost tender fashion.

Her lips were soft and sweet. They were also hesitant at first, but kissing was an activity that nearly every person enjoyed, and he had plenty of practice. Even without advancing things, just by locking his lips with hers, he managed to melt her in his arms. Soon, she was more relaxed than she had been since she first entered the room.

When he deemed her ready, he pulled back. She followed him partially, unwilling to let go of him. When she first sat on his lap, she did so stiffly and she maintained as much distance from his as she could while still being fully on his lap.

Now, after the kiss, she was leaning against his chest. Daiki smiled. He never got tired of this moment. Girls like Sakura were so easy. She was smart but obviously lonely, and from what he could tell, suffered from an unrequited crush. She was also one of the few kunoichi he was responsible for this year that came from civilian parents. All of that pointed at a desire to be wanted, to be accepted. A desire he was doing his best to fulfill.

"How was your first real kiss?" Daiki asked quietly with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I didn't know just kissing could feel so good," she admitted, still pressed against his chest.

"That's why I'm here. To teach you that, and more," he said. "My experience will ensure that all of your first times are memorable and pleasant." She nodded, accepting his words. "Now, let's try a deeper kiss this time."

She turned her head up to face him and accepted the kiss. It started out the same as the previous one, with their lips gently pressing against each other's, but he soon pushed it to the next stage by pressing his tongue against her lips.

She hesitantly opened her mouth and gave him access, turning the simple kiss into something far more passionate. Sakura was relaxed, which meant it was time to start arousing her instead.

Sakura's kissing was awkward at first, but that was only to be expected. The addition of a tongue made things more complicated, even as they made it a more pleasurable experience. Thankfully, Daiki was not only a skilled and experienced kisser, but he was also very used to being a girl's first kiss, and he was good at teaching them.

And Sakura was a quick study. He gently guided her without using his words, simply nudging her actions with his own tongue, and she soon settled into a comfortable rhythm as their tongues danced. She subconsciously pressed herself closer to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

His hands shifted further and their actions grew bolder. His left hand gripped her inner thigh, the edge of his finger less than an inch from her womanhood, and he placed his right hand on her ass, where he squeezed a cheek, causing her to moan into his mouth.

Hearing herself moan seemed to cause a reaction, and she suddenly stopped and pulled back. Daiki let her, knowing better than to force it, and gave her a moment to catch her breath. She was a quick learner, but she wasn't at the point where she could maintain her normal breathing while making out. Her chest rose and fell as she gulped in air.

"And how was your first adult kiss, Sakura?" Daiki asked, his tone lightly teasing.

"It was almost scary," she said. She'd already caught her breath, but he had come to expect that from even Genin. "It felt so good I thought I was going to lose myself."

"A common feeling for young and inexperienced girls," Daiki said with a nod. "Do you understand better now why I do what I do? Imagine I was a trusted older ninja. Imagine I rewarded you with kisses like that and even greater pleasure. Before you gain experience, it's dangerously easy to condition girls like you into becoming tools dependent on that affection and pleasure. Especially when they add in chakra techniques that make those feelings even stronger."

She nodded and then looked up at him. "That's not going to happen though, right? You'll teach me?"

Daiki smiled at her. "Of course Sakura. I'll teach you everything you need to know to protect yourself." His left hand moved further up her thigh until his finger pressed against her damp entrance, causing her to gasp. "And to do that, I'm going to give you an orgasm."

She paused for just a moment, but then it passed and she eagerly nodded. He leaned down to kiss her once again, his right hand moving up from her ass to wrap around her side, pulling her closer to him. He then turned his attention to her lower entrance, turning his left hand and pushing her thighs apart. She obediently spread her legs, allowing him easier access, and he rewarded her by dragging a finger up her entrance.

She shuddered in his hands as he touched her, unused as she was to such things. He took things slowly, easing her into it. For the first few minutes, all he did was run his finger up her slit, gathering the fluids of her arousal onto his finger, and stopping just short of her clit each time.

He could feel Sakura grow more and more comfortable with his touch, relaxing in his arms even as she pressed herself against him. Her increasing arousal was obvious as well from the way each stroke of her pussy found more girlcum and the hungry need with which she kissed him.

He finally paused mid-stroke, his finger stopping right in front of the entrance that led deeper into her. She tensed, this time in anticipation rather than nervousness. A few seconds passed as he allowed the moment to continue, ramping up the anticipation.

A small noise escaped Sakura's throat, a small whine filled with a deep wanting, a subconsciously made request for more.

A thrill shot through him as he heard it, and alongside it came a sense of arousal, satisfaction, and victory. With that, he knew he had won, that he had succeeded in lowering her barriers completely, in making her want him.

He pushed his finger inwards, spreading her lower lips as he found her entrance and continued inside of it. Her lips separated from his, a strand of saliva still connecting them for a moment before it snapped under its own weight, and she let out a soft cry of pleasure as her back arched.

Daiki did not push too far into her. Even just the first inch or two of her insides clamped around his intruding digit like a vice. Young and virgin kunoichi were always tight, and Sakura was slightly more so than most.

He began the slow process of loosening her up. His other hand roamed over her body, rubbing it and relaxing it as she got used to his finger inside of her. He whispered encouragement and compliments into her ear. Once she was used to it, he slowly started moving, rotating his finger and pushing it deeper, slowly increasing how much she could take.

She shuddered and moaned at his ministrations, but he was careful not to let her cum. Every time she came close, he slowed down. This only caused her hunger to grow, and she let out more whines each time it happened.

Her desire was the perfect catalyst for the process though, as her body naturally relaxed enough to take more of his finger in, and eventually, he was able to fit two fingers inside of her two knuckles deep.

Only then, when she reached that point, did he decide to let her cum. His fingers picked up the pace, thrusting into her cunt and curling upwards. Sakura's moans increased in pitch and volume as he moved faster, and in no time she was cumming. Her body convulsed in Daiki's arms as her climax washed over her, and she squirted, a clear liquid shooting from where his fingers entered her and landed on his bathrobe-covered leg. But that's why he wore the bathrobe.

He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her back, easing her down from her orgasm. The first time he made his students climax it was always overwhelming for them. Well, for the sexually inexperienced ones at least. Most of them fell into that category, but not all.

After a couple of minutes, Sakura was able to relax, once again leaning against him. He embraced her, making sure she was comfortable and felt wanted. Keeping her happy even after her orgasm was important. Moving on too quickly would make future interactions too formal. He wanted to cultivate an intimate and caring relationship with her, as it would set her more at ease and make her more enthusiastic in the future.

But he couldn't let it last forever. Eventually, after some minutes, he nudged her, causing her to jerk slightly as she had been starting to fall asleep. "Unfortunately that's all the time we have today," Daiki explained. "But we made good progress today."

He could see the disappointment that flashed on her face before she hid it. She nodded obediently and got up from his lap, her legs a little shaky. She quickly found her feet though, and she walked back over to where her clothes were stored and started dressing.

As she did, Daiki stood up, grabbing a tube made of cardboard that was placed on the ground next to the couch as he did so. When Sakura finished dressing, a sight he made sure to enjoy, she turned to face him.

"When is our next session?" she asked, a hint of eagerness in her voice.

"The scheduling for my lessons is flexible," Daiki explained. "Your other responsibilities come first. Your missions, your team training, your individual training, and your other duties as a Genin. A consistent schedule is impossible to maintain. Instead, when you know you'll have time, speak to Tsubame-san in the Administrative Division at the Academy. She's the one responsible for coordinating my schedule. Just tell her you want to schedule a session with Daiki-sensei and she'll figure out the best time."

Sakura nodded, showing she understood. He didn't bother telling her that if she didn't schedule a meeting with him in the next couple of weeks without having a good reason for it, she would be reminded to do so. Daiki was very good at his job, and that situation almost never occurred. He was confident it wouldn't with Sakura either. She was trying to hide it, to act normal, but he could see the hints of her excitement and anticipation. She wanted more, and he was sure she would be back before the week ended. If his schedule allowed it, he was sure she would come over sooner, but it was a busy time of year for him and his schedule was full.

He handed her the cardboard tube he picked up, and she looked at it curiously. "What is this, Daiki-sensei?"

"That's a dildo," he replied bluntly, causing her to freeze. "Like your previous teachers, I'm assigning you homework. You'll need to get used to being penetrated, and I've been told it's more comfortable for a girl to do it herself. I want you to use that every night to masturbate. Make sure to get it as deep into you as you can without hurting yourself."

"I-I see," she said. She was caught off guard, but in the short time of their session, she had transformed significantly. Talk of sex and masturbation wasn't as uncomfortable for her as it once was. She gathered herself and clutched the tube to her chest. "I'll do my best, Sensei."

He smiled and placed a hand on her head. "I know you will," he praised her. "You did well today. I look forward to seeing how well you grow."

She smiled at that before bowing and turning around, exiting the room. Once the door closed behind her he headed for the bookshelf by the wall, where he removed a binder. His next session was in an hour, and he wanted to go over the girl's file again, just to make sure he was ready.

But, as they always did after a session, his thoughts kept drifting back to Sakura, and something deep inside of him thrummed. Yes, the session had gone well, but it was just the start. He desired much more than that, and he looked forward to finishing her training.

---

It was three days before Sakura returned. According to Tsubame, she had come straight from his place and scheduled their next session before the day was over. Daiki appreciated that kind of enthusiasm. Not only because he found it appealing, which he did, but because it meant he could accelerate his plans a little, and plan something fun for both of them in their next session.

When Sakura entered the room, after knocking and being told to enter, she froze momentarily as she laid eyes on him. Like before, he was sitting on a loveseat, a newspaper in his hands. But unlike last time, he was completely naked. The newspaper prevented her from seeing his crotch though, so it was conceivable to her that he was wearing some form of underwear.

"Ah, Sakura, punctual as ever," he greeted her with a smile as he folded up the newspaper, dispelling any chance of him being clothed by revealing his erect cock. Daiki's name was fitting, and he was proud of his manhood. At eight inches long it was large, but not overly so. Any bigger and it would be difficult for him to do his job as someone who took the virginity of many young girls.

"Daiki-sensei," she greeted him warily. He had caught her off guard by being naked, but he could see she was quickly adjusting. And more importantly, she was growing excited, her eyes constantly flicking to his erection even as she tried not to stare.

"Come in, strip, and come have a seat next to me," he told her. "We'll talk a little bit before we get started. Oh, and pour yourself a cup of tea." He waved a hand at the teapot and empty cup on the table, then reached for his own filled cup and took a sip.

Sakura nodded and did as he ordered, quickly stripping out of her clothes. Unlike the last time, there was no hesitation or shyness in her movements. He watched her idly as he sipped his tea. He had done a remarkable job with her. Or perhaps it was more that she had been that desperate for affection and recognition. If that was the case, it was a good thing his job existed. She would have been far too easy to manipulate.

In truth, he was doing the very manipulation he claimed to be protecting her against, but that was always the plan, ever since this was started. Have a civilian, one with no ambitions and no connections, sink his hooks into the Genin, preventing anyone else from doing so. In the short term, it looked the same. He made them dependent on him. But the long term was vastly different. He constantly reinforced their loyalty to the village, and he never had an opportunity or desire to use those hooks to have her do anything against the best interest of the village. Once their training was complete, their dynamic would change, and his hold on them would weaken.

Once naked, she sat next to him. She sat close, though not so close that she was touching him, hesitant to initiate such an intimate skin-to-skin connection. Daiki put her fears to rest by shifting slightly so his bare leg pressed against hers, an action that caused her to smile.

She poured a cup of tea for herself, and he saw her shift slightly as she brought it towards her. He knew she was noticing the smell and the coloration of the tea. Both were distinctly different from what she was likely used to drinking.

"Daiki-sensei, what kind of tea is this?" she asked, even as she took a sip. Her face twisted slightly, and Daiki allowed himself a chuckle.

"Not very good, is it?" Daiki said. "I know, but I'm afraid I'll have to insist you finish that cup. That tea is a special blend that I'm provided with. It would be more accurate to call it medicine really. It serves two purposes. The first, and most important one, is that it serves as a short-term contraceptive. For a few hours after drinking it, conception is impossible."

Sakura paused slightly before taking another sip. "Then…does that mean today we'll…" she trailed off, question unsaid but still implied.

"We won't need that property of it quite yet," Daiki answered. "Soon, if things go well, but not this time." Sakura nodded, and he was pleased to see there was a small amount of disappointment there. But there was an equal dose of nervousness, which made him sure he made the right call in not planning on having sex with her today.

"How does it work?" Sakura asked after taking another sip. "I didn't think such convenient contraceptives existed."

"No idea," Daiki replied easily. "I've asked, but they won't even tell me what plants they use. It's very secretive. But I can attest to the effectiveness of it. Not just the contraception property, but the other one as well."

"What else does it do?" Sakura asked. "Is that why I'm drinking it?"

"Yes, as well as to help you get used to the taste," he answered her. "In addition to preventing insemination, this tea also acts as an aphrodisiac. It will help get you into the mood and loosen you up." Daiki gestured at his lap. "It's why I was hard before you even entered. I started drinking the tea before you got here."

"Oh," Sakura replied, her eyes darting between the murky red liquid in her cup and Daiki's erection. After a moment, she took another sip, a larger one this time, causing Daiki to grin.

"So, Sakura," Daiki started. "Tell me how your homework went."

Sakura immediately blushed. "Ah. It umm. It went okay?"

"I'm going to need more detail than that," Daiki pressed. "It's been three nights since our last session. I want you to describe to me how each night went for you."

Sakura squirmed nervously but nodded slowly. She took another gulp of her tea, almost emptying the cup, and then started speaking. "The first night was…not great. It was difficult and…my hymen proved to be an obstacle."

Daiki nodded in understanding. In truth, that was a large part of the purpose of giving the girls dildoes and instructing them to use it on themselves. Only about half of his students came to him with their hymens still intact. The others either lost their virginity or had their hymen break during their intense training regimens.

But for the ones that did have it intact, it was better for his lessons for them to break their hymens themselves. First and foremost, it prevented them from associating that pain with sex, or with him. Secondly, it allowed them to respond to that pain and handle it while they were alone, which seemed to make the process more comfortable for them, in so much as something like that could be called comfortable.

"An unfortunate, but unavoidable, obstacle," Daiki said. "I'm assuming you broke it then?" She nodded. "Did you continue after that, or stop there?"

She finished her tea and set the empty cup on the table before clasping her hands together. "I stopped for a little bit until the pain faded. And so I could clean up the mess. But I made sure to complete my assignment for that night afterward."

"Good girl," Daiki praised her, earning him a relieved smile. "How did that go?"

"After that, it was fine," she said. "There was a little bit of pain at first on the first night, but it faded after I got into it. And it was challenging to…stretch myself like that. But I didn't give up, and I soon grew accustomed to it."

Daiki noted that her face was flushed and her chest moved as she breathed a little heavily. The effects of the tea were kicking in already. "Did you cum?"

She nodded, less nervous than she was before. "Yes. The hardest part was remaining quiet so my family did not hear me."

Daiki smiled. "A common concern when it comes to masturbation. It was a worry I had when I was your age as well. How about the next two nights?"

"They went the same, but better, as it got easier to relax enough to fit it inside of me," she explained. "It felt better than I'd ever made myself feel before. But…" she trailed off before looking up at him and pressing her side against him. "It didn't feel as good as you made me feel, Sensei."

He wrapped an arm around her, placing his hand on her far shoulder and pulling her close to him. "That will always be the case. Masturbation is nice, but it pales to the excitement that comes with doing it with another person." She nodded, agreeing. "Now, I'm glad to hear you did such a good job. You don't have to do it every night, especially if you're on a mission. But when you can, I expect you to continue using it."

"Yes Sensei," Sakura replied obediently.

"Now, today's lesson will be a little special," Daiki said, pulling his arm off of her. "I have a challenge for you, and, if you do well, a reward. Of course, both are also lessons."

"I'll do my best!" Sakura assured him, sitting up straighter. "What is the challenge?"

"To make me feel good," he said. He gestures towards his erection. "Just like I brought you to orgasm last time, I want you to do the same for me."

Once again, Sakura seemed caught off guard. "O-oh. I mean…not that I'm unwilling, but isn't the point of this to get me used to feeling good?"

Daiki nodded. "That is why it was started, and it's our primary goal. But we'll also cover the basics of sex in general. Under my tutelage, you will perform and receive many different sexual acts. The point is to completely get you used to sex, not just the pleasure of it."

Sakura nodded slowly as she processed that. "That makes sense to me, I guess," she admitted.

Daiki smiled. "I'm glad. Now, kneel in front of me, between my legs, and I'll teach you the basics of how to please a man."

Sakura did as Daiki ordered, slipping off of the couch and onto her knees. This put her face directly on level with his cock, and he saw her gulp as she stared at it. She had continuously glanced at it, seemingly despite her efforts not to, up until this point. But now that it was in front of her and she was being instructed to interact with it, it was her sole focus.

"Do you know what a handjob is?" Daiki asked. Most of his students did, but a few of them were either extremely ignorant about sex or simply didn't know the terms. But Sakura nodded. "Behind you, on the table, is a clay jar filled with lotion. Rub it into my shaft and your hands."

Sakura gulped. "Yes, Sensei." She found the clay jar, next to the teapot, and opened it up. The lotion wasn't anything special. It was a nice lotion, but still the kind you could purchase from a normal shop. She scooped her fingers into it, getting a good amount, and started spreading it on her hands. Once she was done, she grabbed a little more, glanced at his cock, and then collected even more.

Finally, with some apprehension, she reached towards his cock and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. His dick twitched at the sensation of her cool and slippery fingers wrapping around the sensitive skin. Sakura paused, uncertain, but she quickly started moving again. Her fingers and palms traced over his hard erection, pressing into his skin and sending faint waves of pleasure into his core.

As she worked, he spoke, continuing his role as a teacher. "Lubrication is important to making things feel good, and while pre-cum or saliva can be used, lotion is the easier option, except in circumstances where things might progress to oral or penetration."

Sakura nodded, showing she was listening, but continued to work. She was almost done, but she was taking things slow. That was fine with him, he was enjoying this. Her movements weren't exactly sensual, but she was focused on making sure every inch of his shaft had lotion rubbed into it, and her meticulousness brought a quality of its own.

When she finished he directed her to grip his shaft with one hand, guiding her to place her fingers optimally and to grip with the correct force. Then it was just a matter of telling her to start stroking, nudging her to speed up or slow down as appropriate.

As Sakura fell into the rhythm, Daiki leaned back and simply enjoyed himself. This job came with a lot of perks, and there was nothing that could beat the sight of a young girl kneeling naked in front of him, his cock in her hands. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There were a few other things she could be doing to his cock that he'd enjoy more, but the core of it was the same.

At the beginning of the last session even talking about sex caused her to blush. Now, less than two hours of total time spent together over the course of a few days, she was here, staring at his cock with desire and wonder in her eyes. She stroked him with a skill that quickly grew with each passing minute and each comment from him. Her face was flushed with arousal, and she squirmed in place, no doubt wanting to be touched herself. The rapid corruption brought him satisfaction unlike any other.

She sped up, causing the pressure inside of him to start slowly build. Each stroke added a wave of heat to the rising tide in his groin. For all the ways that Sakura was average, she was a fast study, and he quickly ran out of tips for her and simply enjoyed the sensation.

But it couldn't last forever, and he sat up as he felt his climax approach. "Sakura," he said, his voice soft, but even he could hear the faint signs of strain and lust in them. "Don't stop, but open your mouth and position it in front of my tip. I'm close, and I want you to learn the taste of a man's seed."

Lost in the moment as she was, she didn't even hesitate, nor did she seem surprised. Eagerness and desire were the only two emotions present in her, and she quickly leaned forward, placing her lips within an inch of his cock, and opened her mouth wide. She even stuck her tongue out, ready to catch as much as possible, as she continued to pump her hand over his shaft.

When he judged that her positioning was correct, he grunted. "I'm about to cum. Don't stop until I do, and make sure to catch it all." With that, he finally allowed himself to cum, lowering the walls inside of him.

The first spurt of semen shot out with enough force that it disappeared entirely into her mouth, not a sign of it remaining on her tongue or lips. The second and third spurts went the same, though the fourth one landed partially on her tongue, as did the remainder of it.

Throughout it, Sakura followed his instructions and kept pumping, wringing every last drop out of him that she could. Only when his ejaculation slowed to a trickle, one so weak it just clung to the head of his penis and slowly dripped down the head, did she stop her motions.

And then she did something unexpected, but pleasing. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the sensitive skin of the head of his penis, lapping up the cum that still remained, before swallowing.

Daiki grinned and leaned forward so he could put a hand on her head. "That was amazingly well done Sakura," he told her. "How did you find the taste?"

"It was better than the tea," she said. "But I wouldn't exactly call it good."

Daiki chuckled. "I'm told it's something of an acquired taste. You'll get used to it in time. Now, swap positions with me. It's time for your reward."

Her eyes widened as he stood up, but she did as she said and positioned herself on the couch. This time it was Daiki who kneeled on the ground. Normally he took a more dominant position, but this was a reward for her and he wanted her to feel like it was one.

Her chest heaved slightly, her excitement and arousal ramping up as he positioned himself. He placed his hands on her creamy and smooth legs that were on either side of him and he pulled her closer to him, moving her crotch closer to the edge of the couch where it was easier for him to access.

"Pleasing a woman by using your mouth on her is called cunnilingus," he told her as he examined her womanhood. She was already wet, not that it mattered when it came to oral. "Your second lesson, and your reward, will be experiencing it yourself."

"Yes, Senseiiii-" her reply twisted into a sharp noise of pleasure as Daiki immediately latched his mouth over her clit and flicked it with his tongue. Her body tensed and her back arched under the sudden influx of pleasure, but Daiki didn't let up.

Sakura continued to moan, squeak, and squirm as he put his many years of experience to work. His goal here was to overwhelm her with pleasure. And he was succeeding.

Daiki didn't stop when Sakura came, her scream ringing out into the room as her thighs clamped around his head. He kept going, pushing her higher and further, her orgasm lasting twice as long as it normally would have. It only took her a minute to climax again, her sweet voice calling out his name. It was the only coherent thing she said, the rest of it lost in a garbled mess of moans and pleasure.

After she came for the third time in as many minutes he finally relented, stopping his tongue. It took a few more moments for Sakura to relax enough to release his head from her thighs. There was always a certain amount of risk in going down on a Kunoichi. Thankfully your typical genin wasn't strong enough to accidentally crush a man's skull with their thighs.

Daiki stood up in front of Sakura and watched her for a moment. She looked back at him with eyes glazed over and her chest heaving. It was a beautiful sight, one that he wished he could immortalize forever. His dick, once again erect, throbbed with desire, but he pushed that feeling aside. He had pushed her as far as he could today. Any more risked getting her addicted to him and only him, something he needed to avoid.

"I feel as if I don't even need to ask if you enjoyed yourself," Daiki said with a grin.

She shook her head. "No," she croaked, voice exhausted from her enthusiastic moaning. "That was…amazing. I can't imagine anything better."

"Oh don't you worry, it gets better," he reassured her as he sat down next to her. He put an arm over her shoulder and she leaned into him to snuggle. "But we'll stop there for today."

"Yes Sensei," she agreed hesitantly. "Umm. Sensei? Before I leave could we…kiss some more?"

"I suppose we have a few minutes to spare," Daiki said with a grin. He turned to lean over her and kissed her. He let her initiate this time, her tongue hesitantly poking at his lips as she signaled her desire to make the kiss more intimate.

He opened his mouth to allow it as he reached up and cupped one of her breasts with his hand, groping the modest mound. She moaned into his mouth as he touched her, leaning into him more.

After a few minutes though, he pulled back his lips from hers. Sakura mewled, whining and wanting more, but Daiki shook his head. "As much as I would like to spend all day kissing you, we both have things we need to attend to today," Daiki warned her. He gave her chest one last squeeze before removing his hand. "We'll have plenty of time next session for more fun."

Sakura sighed in disappointment but accepted his words. "Yes, Sensei." She got up and gathered her clothes, dressing once again before heading to the door. He watched her go with a smile of satisfaction, his mind already planning their next session.

---

Daiki placed his hand on Sakura's head, gently guiding her as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He couldn't help but to once again note how quickly she learned. Through his tutelage, her skills had gone from amateur to near-professional in just minutes. She could only fit so much of his shaft into her mouth, but she was enthusiastic about what she could fit, heavily stimulating Daiki.

Once again he stopped to just appreciate the sight of his pink-haired student servicing him, desire practically radiating off of her. Moments like this were what his life was about. In time, Sakura would graduate, and while there was a good chance she would still care for him, he wouldn't see her nearly as often.

But she would be replaced by the next batch of Genin. And then the next one. And then another. And each time, as he got to turn another group of young girls into sex experts, he remembered that it was worth giving them up.

But he had plenty of time before that, and plenty of time to enjoy Sakura now. Besides, many of his old students still came back to see him for 'remedial lessons' from time to time.

Daiki glanced at the clock and decided it was time to move on. "Get ready Sakura," he said in a soothing voice. "I'm about to cum." Her only response was to speed up her movement. He let go and finally let himself cum, having been on the edge for a few minutes now, and he pushed her head further down onto his shaft as his balls churned, shooting his seed deep into Sakura's throat.

Muffled exclamations of surprise from her turned into ones of pleasure as she swallowed his semen, gulp after gulp traveling down her throat. When it finally ended he let go of her head and she slowly retreated, removing his cock from her mouth one inch at a time.

It sprang free from her mouth with a small popping noise and Sakura leaned back slightly, panting. But her gaze immediately sought his face. "Did I do good, Sensei?" she asked.

"You did extremely well," he praised her. "You have a natural talent for this." She smiled, proud of his praise. "Now for your reward. Come, straddle my lap."

She quickly scrambled to her feet. "Is- is it time?" She climbed on top of him and immediately pressed herself against him, her chest against his and his dick pressed into her crotch.

But he shook his head. "Not yet," he told her. "Soon, but there are still things to do before then." The look of disappointment on her face was adorable and arousing. He chuckled before leaning in to quickly kiss her. "But, I've got something close in mind," he whispered.

He started kissing her again, but not on her lips. Instead, he kissed her on the neck. As he did, his hands moved to her ass, sinking his fingers into her soft butt cheeks. But his goal wasn't simply to grope her. Instead, he pulled her closer to himself, pressing his cock against her pussy. He could feel the way it split her lower lips, feel the wetness and the tiny nub that was her clit.

Sakura moaned out loud, and it didn't take her long to figure out what he was after. She moved her own hips, grinding even more on him. It was too soon to penetrate her. But they could come close, and it would only make her more ready for it.

She clung to him desperately as they grinded, and her mouth was right next to his ear as she moaned, the sound of it turning him on more. His dick was soon slippery with her juices and his own precum mixing together to create the ultimate natural lubrication.

He felt nails dig into his back and Sakura cried out as she came. He stopped, grunting in slight pain, but it was far from the first time it had happened to him. When she relaxed, her climax having run its course, he gently repositioned her. She resisted at first, reflexively wanting to keep clinging to him, but he got her to let go so she could lay back on the table.

He stood up in front of her, between her legs. For a moment he just looked down on her. She was splayed on the table, her arms up by her head, not a single bit of clothing on her. Her crotch glistened with arousal and her chest heaved from their exertion. And she looked up at him with such a strong desire in his eyes, he very nearly decided to fuck her right then and there.

But he suppressed the desire. He didn't get to this position in life by being hasty, he got here by being smart. As nice as it would be to take her, he knew that he needed just a little more time to put her in the correct mindset.

Instead, he pressed his shaft against her pussy once again and continued his grinding. He grabbed hold of her legs, pressing them together so her flesh pressed against his cock from every angle.

He wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them against his chest, as he pumped away at her. Like this, it was almost like he was fucking her, but his dick grinded against her pussy, clit, and thighs instead of spreading her insides. It wasn't as nice, but it was still pretty hot.

Sakura seemed to agree with him because her moans became sweeter and more drawn out, her voice hitching every time he thrust. He watched as she lost herself to the pleasure, her hands flailing about as she struggled to figure out what to do with them. She finally settled on groping herself, her hands clamping hard on her own small chest.

He made her cum twice like this before he let his own orgasm burst forth. He timed it to happen with her last one and he grunted as he rapidly thrust. Sakura's body shuddered, and ropes of semen from his dick landed on her. He kept thrusting, and with each thrust came another shot of cum that turned her already pale skin even more white.

Both of their climaxes came to an end, and Daiki lowered Sakura's legs, once again gazing down on his student. She was even sexier than before, the cum staining her stomach and chest awakening a primal desire in him to breed her. Once again though, he stopped himself. He'd have his chance soon. Very soon.

"That was what is known as intercrural sex," Daiki said, making sure to teach her about it. It was his job after all. "As we just did, it's usually done by a guy placing his dick between a woman's thighs and bringing himself to orgasm. It can be done from behind or as we did it, and it can be done lower down the thigh or right up against the woman's pussy. I prefer the latter, as it makes the experience feel good for her as well."

"Yes, Sensei," she said, voice slightly out of it. But she was listening, so that was good.

Daiki reached down to pick up his bathrobe, which he hadn't been wearing at the start of the session but had kept on hand. "That's all we'll be doing this session. There's a bathroom through that door on your left," he said as he pulled the bathrobe on. "You can clean up there before you leave."

He turned around as he tied the waistband on the bathrobe and stopped as he spotted her with a finger in her mouth. She was sitting up now, and he could clearly see the line on her stomach where she had dragged her finger through the cum there, collecting it so she could put it in her mouth.

He smiled at her, amused. "Feel free to take as much time as you need in 'cleaning' yourself," he teased her. She blushed, but she didn't look displeased either. She nodded, stood up, gathered her clothes, and then headed for the bathroom.

As she did, he walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out Sakura's file. He brought it back with him to the couch where he sat down, one leg crossed over the other. He opened her file, ears catching the sound of running water through the thin sliding door leading to the bathroom, and used the pen he kept in there to start writing down notes.

It was something he did after every session, half a report on what he did with the girls that would be reviewed later and then archived, but Daiki also found the act of writing down information useful in memorizing and processing it. He often decided how he wanted the next lesson to go after writing up the summary.

After a few minutes, Sakura came out of the bathroom, cleaned and dressed, though Daiki noticed a hint of a flush to her complexion and her hair was still a little messy.

She bowed to him. "Thank you for the lesson Daiki-sensei," she said respectfully.

"Of course, Sakura," he replied kindly. "Anything for my favorite student." Her eyes widened at his praise, and he winked. In truth, he called every student his favorite student. But they didn't know that, and it made them feel better.

She smiled, pleased, and nodded again before turning to leave.

"Oh, and Sakura?" he called out to her.

"Yes, Sensei?" she responded, stopping and looking back at him.

"You'll want to make sure you're ready for your next session," he told her with a smile. "Next time you see me, I'll be showing you what real sex is like."

It took a moment for the words to process. She stared at him blankly until it clicked. When it did, her eyes widened. "Really?" she asked with barely contained excitement.

"Really," he assured her. "I think you're ready. You've come a long way very quickly. I couldn't ask for a better student."

Sakura beamed at the praise. "Yes, Daiki-sensei! I'll be ready!"

"Good girl," he told her. "I look forward to it." He always did. There was nothing better than having a young girl enthusiastically give herself to you like that. He would make it an experience to remember for her.

---

Sakura ran through the streets and over the rooftops, chakra infusing her every movement as she sped towards her destination. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since her last session with Daiki-sensei. She had tried to schedule the next one for as soon as possible, but it seemed as if Fate was conspiring against her.

Kakashi-sensei, for all his faults, kept them fairly busy with training and missions. Which normally wasn't an issue. He didn't overwork them and it was easy to find a couple hours of free time where she could schedule a meeting with Daiki-sensei.

Except every single time she had one of those windows, Sensei's schedule had been filled already. She had tried scheduling for a time where she wasn't free, planning on telling the others she was sick so she could get out of training, but Tsubame-san wouldn't allow it. The older woman knew her schedule and refused to let her skip out on training.

Sakura had to admit that she was right to do so. Even Daiki-sensei had said that her other training came first. But it didn't make the wait any easier, or any less frustrating. Her mind wandered more and more as she fantasized about Daiki-sensei.

It was especially bad at night, as she stayed up later than she should have, masturbating furiously with the dildo he gave her. It wasn't as satisfying as his touch, but it took the edge off, and it prepared her for when he finally took her.

But, yesterday, she finally managed to squeeze in an appointment with him due to a last-minute cancellation by Kakashi-sensei.

She came to a stop in front of a large house near the edge of the civilian residential district. Unlike most housing in Konohagakure, this house stood on its own, with plenty of room to spare between it and the other houses. Most other homes were cramped together. A house like this spoke of status and wealth.

As she had initially been instructed to, and as she had done every time she had come here, she strode through the front door without knocking. Unlike the previous times though, this time she took off her boots in the doorway. She'd be stripping soon anyway, and she saw no reason to keep them on.

Her bare feet didn't make a sound as she walked down the short hall that ended in a doorway. She knew that Daiki-sensei was beyond that door, so she took a minute to make sure her hair wasn't messy and to take a deep breath before she knocked on the door.

"Come in," she heard Daiki-sensei say, and even just his voice was enough to send a small shock of excitement through her. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the room, a smile growing on her face.

As usual, Sensei was sitting on his couch, though he was reading a book instead of a newspaper. And as he had been last time, he was naked. He looked up from his book and she shivered as his gaze swept over her.

There was something about Daiki-sensei that she couldn't put her finger on. He was attractive, without a doubt, even if he was a little older than she was usually interested in. In fact, before Daiki-sensei, she hadn't been interested in older men at all.

But that wasn't it. It was his gaze. It felt…contradictory. His eyes seemed sharper than most Jonin she had met. But, unlike those Jonin, it wasn't in a way that set her on edge. In fact, it was strangely comforting that someone could see her so thoroughly and still greet her with a smile on his face.

"Sakura," he greeted her with a smile. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "You're early this time."

Sakura blinked in surprise, her eyes also going to the clock. Sure enough, it was five minutes before their scheduled time. She had left at the same time as usual, so why was she early? Oh. It was because she didn't normally rush over at the speed she did.

She blushed and ducked her head slightly. "Sorry Sensei, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't late today."

Daiki waved it away. "No worries, it's only five minutes. I can understand your enthusiasm." Sakura raised her head and met Daiki-sensei's eyes. "Well, come over here and strip. Oh, and pour yourself some tea.

Sakura had mixed reactions to that last command, even as she immediately sprang to do what he said, her clothes coming off before she even reached the table. The tea he had her drink was nasty stuff. But she knew that, today of all days, it was important. Because today would be the day they finally had sex, and the contraceptive would be key. And, if she was being honest, she enjoyed the way it made her feel.

Her last step up to the table was also her stepping out of her lower clothes, leaving her naked save for her headband. She didn't fold her clothes this time, instead leaving them scattered on the ground. She spotted Sensei's grin as he noticed it, but he otherwise didn't say anything, so she assumed it was okay.

She poured herself a cup of tea, Daiki-sensei watching her as he usually did, and then drank it as fast as she could. The hot liquid threatened to burn her mouth, but it wasn't quite hot enough to do that.

When she placed the empty cup back on the table and looked back at Sensei, she saw that his grin had widened and his eyes were twinkling in amusement. She knew that Daiki-sensei was a pervert. It wasn't something he hid, but neither did he advertise it. Still, it only made sense to her that the teacher chosen by the Hokage to teach kunoichi about sex had a healthy interest in the subject. It didn't prevent him from doing a good job, or at least what she thought was a good job.

"I can see you're eager, and I appreciate that," Daiki-sensei said, his amusement clear in his voice. "I'm afraid that the tea will take a few minutes to kick in. But I suppose there's no reason we can't get started preparing you."

"I'm prepared as much as I can be, Sensei," she responded, standing up straight. "I've used the dildo you gave me every night to make sure it wouldn't hurt."

Daiki-sensei nodded. "Good girl," he said, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down her spine. She watched as he stood up. "Come. I know I mentioned before that losing your virginity isn't all that it's cracked up to be, but I think this would be better done in a bedroom rather than my living room. Wouldn't you agree?"

She tried hard not to stare at his erect cock and the way it bounced as he moved. Something made easier when she processed his words and understood what he meant by them. "I don't mind either way Sensei," she admitted. More than anything, she just wanted to end this anticipation. She had waited for this moment for so long, she just wanted it to be here already.

"Is that so?" Daiki-sensei said, still amused. "Still, I've prepared the bedroom, and it's more convenient in other ways. Come, follow me." He turned around and headed for one of the two other sliding doors in the room.

He opened it up to reveal a hallway, and Sakura dutifully followed him. They didn't go far, just a few doors down until he opened another sliding door to reveal a traditional bedroom with a large futon spread on it. Her breathing kicked up a notch as she saw it and suddenly the full weight of what was going to happen pressed against her mind.

But, to her surprise and delight, all that realization brought was more anticipation and excitement. She stepped past Daiki-sensei and further into the room, allowing him to close the door behind her. As she stared at the futon he stepped up behind her. He was much taller than her, and when he put his hands on her shoulders she could feel his dick pressing against the curve of her lower back.

"You have prepared yourself well, but we still need to warm up, so to speak," Daiki-sensei said as his hands moved from her shoulders and gently ran them down her chest. She shivered at this touch, a small noise escaping her lips as his hands settled on her breasts. She knew they weren't very big, but Daiki-sensei certainly didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, Sensei," she replied obediently. He was the teacher here. Whatever he thought was best, she would follow, even as she ached with desire. Her eyes closed as she gave herself to the pleasure, enjoying the way Daiki-sensei's large and skilled hands massaged her chest and the heat of his erection pressed into her back.

She could feel the tea kicking in, the sensation stronger and more noticeable due to how quickly she drank it. Her body grew hot and she felt something inside of her, something below her stomach and just above her crotch, pulse with desire. A moan escaped her lips, and she felt Sensei shift behind her.

She bent her knees slightly and then straightened them again, rubbing her back against his shaft. As soon as she did, Daiki-sensei stopped and stepped away. She frowned, disappointed, but that feeling went away immediately as he turned her around and kissed her.

Without even thinking about it she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss eagerly as she pressed herself against him. As always, Daiki-sensei had made the right choice. The feeling of his erection pressing against her stomach and his chest against hers was far better, and that didn't even count the bliss that was kissing Sensei.

She didn't react at first when his hands grabbed ahold of her butt. It wasn't the first time Daiki-sensei had touched her there. But she let out a noise of surprise when, instead of groping her, he lifted her up in his arms. It was a welcome surprise though, and she quickly wrapped her legs around him.

A flare of pleasure shot through her as her new position in his arms put his cock between her legs, the shaft of it pressing against her lower lips. She moaned into Sensei's mouth and started grinding her hips, desperately seeking release. She could tell she was already soaked, the tea and the situation arousing her faster than ever before.

She was vaguely aware of Daiki-sensei moving, carrying her in his arms, but she put it out of her mind, trusting him, and focused entirely on the feeling of his lips on hers and his cock pressed against her. Even when he lowered himself, slowly and carefully, onto the futon, bringing the both of them to the ground, she didn't acknowledge it.

In fact, this new position of Daiki-sensei laying on his back with her on top of him made it easier for her to grind her entrance on his shaft, increasing the pleasure she felt. But Daiki-sensei gently pushed her back, separating their lips. She heard a whine and was only loosely aware that it came from herself, the desire for more overwhelming her other senses. Hadn't she waited and prepared enough?

"Sakura," she heard Daiki-sensei say, his words cutting through the haze that had settled on her mind. She focused on him, on his expression. To her relief, he wasn't disappointed. He wore the same expression he did earlier, one of confidence and amusement, but she could spot the hint of his own hunger, his own desire, in his gaze.

"Sensei," she breathed, struggling to contain herself. She had to be a good and obedient student.

"Your wait is over," he told her, and it was music to her ears. "Go ahead, I think you're ready, and I think you're capable. I want you to put it in yourself, at your own pace."

"Yes!" she replied enthusiastically. She lifted her hips and reached down, grabbing Daiki-sensei's cock. With the confidence gained from her nights of fantasizing and masturbating, she lined him up with her entrance before she lowered her hips.

She immediately cried out, a noise of pleasure ripping from her throat. She thought she had prepared, she thought she knew what to expect. But she had been wrong. Daiki-sensei's cock pushed into her, spreading her out until she lowered herself entirely on him.

She had prepared enough so that she didn't feel any pain, something she was both grateful for and proud of. But she hadn't been mentally prepared for how different a real cock felt to a toy. Daiki-sensei was bigger than the dildo he had given her, so she had expected to be stretched out more. But what she didn't expect was how much hotter he was, and how that heat would resonate with that feeling in her core, turning her into a blazing furnace of ecstasy.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed frozen like that, her back arched and her face upturned to face the ceiling, as she just soaked in the feeling. Seconds or minutes, it didn't matter. She had never felt such pleasure and never felt such satisfaction.

And then she felt Sensei's hands on her waist, his grip somehow hotter than the heat rolling through her, and he bucked his hips upward, pushing deeper into her. She cried out sharply as pleasure sparked through her at the feeling of his dick pressing against her deepest part.

Another spark, and another cry from her as she thrust up again. She slumped forward, her hands moving to his chest as she supported herself. Her mind was hazy, she couldn't think. She could only fixate on the sensations she felt and allow her body to move on instinct.

She climaxed on his fourth thrust, she was pretty sure. But there was little difference in the intensity of her pleasure, so it was hard to tell. It didn't stop Daiki-sensei either, as he kept thrusting upwards even as she cried out.

Not to be outdone, she pushed through the fuzziness in her mind to focus enough to move her own hips in tandem with his. At first, her timing was off, with her lifting her hips at the same time as him, and she couldn't find the right rhythm, too eager to push downwards to once again feel that lightning strike inside of her.

But after a few moments, as she let herself follow her instincts, and through what she suspected was more subtle guidance by Sensei, they soon settled into an optimal rhythm. She climaxed again shortly after that, her entire body turning into a conduit filled only with bliss.

But Daiki-sensei continued pounding her, giving her no quarter. She mentally grabbed hold of herself, forcing her to remain in control and not get lost in pleasure. She responded to her teacher's actions with equal, if not greater, enthusiasm. She was strong enough to make it through this. She knew she was.

"Sakura," Sensei said, his voice barely strained. "Are you ready? I'm close."

Close? A thrill of excitement shot through her. "Yes Sensei," she replied, still bouncing on his cock. "Please, give me all of it."

Daiki-sensei grinned. "That's what I wanted to hear," he said. His grip on her waist tightened, and then he started moving faster, his thrusts becoming more rapid and impactful. Her earlier confidence died as it became all she could do to hold on to her sense of self and not get washed away entirely by the fiery heat rolling through her from her core.

She heard Daiki-sensei grunt as he thrust up one last time, and then she felt it. Her deepest part, the part of her she knew was her womb, grew warm as Sensei pumped his seed into it. It spread into every crevice of her, filling her up entirely.

She came again, and this time it was a mind-shaking orgasm. Her entire body spasmed from the force of her pleasure, and her limbs lost their strength as she fell on top of Sensei, barely aware of the incoherent noises she was making.

Sakura breathed hard as she laid on top of Sensei, slowly recovering her wits. She'd never felt like this, so satisfied, so comforted. But, right now, she couldn't possibly imagine feeling better than she did. She could feel Sensei's seed leaking out of her, hear his heartbeat thrum in time with hers, and feel her arms wrapped around her. She felt content and at ease. She didn't want this moment to end.

End…The word brought a fear to Sakura's mind. "Sensei…" she whispered. "Does this mean I graduated? Does it mean that your lessons end here?"

Sensei didn't respond immediately, but she felt his chest move oddly. A second later, he heard a laugh escape his lips, one that grew more enthusiastic. "Graduated? Well, in a sense, you've graduated from your virginity. But Sakura-" He stopped to chuckle again. "No, you haven't graduated from my class. This has merely been the first step. Don't worry, we'll have many more classes, enough that this sort of pleasure becomes commonplace to you."

She relaxed immediately. The thought, however brief it had been, that she wouldn't get to experience more of this with Daiki-sensei had terrified her, but knowing they had that much more time together set her at ease. "I can't imagine this becoming normal," she said.

"I know," Daiki-sensei said. There was something in his tone that gave her pause, but she put it out of mind. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she could be with Sensei more.

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AN: Yes, I know this concept is probably overdone. But that's never stopped me before, and I'm hoping the way I'm going about things is different enough to still be entertaining. I admit, I really enjoyed writing about someone who is so pleasant on the outside, but is so deeply manipulative internally. Daiki is not a good person, but he fulfills a role, and he does so as kindly as possible. I also had a lot of fun coming up with his name, there are a few different puns in there. Japanese names are really great for that kind of thing.

This also ended up way way longer than I thought it would be. Mostly due to setup, but also because I wanted to see more and more of that change from innocent to slutty and it was hard to hold back. I literally gave myself a deadline and then wrote as much as I could in that time. It would have been more if it weren't for work and holiday plans with my family.

This won't be a full fic. I have a few ideas for possible follow-ups, but when or if I'll write them I can't say. Whenever the urge overcomes me I guess. If they are written though, future installments will showcase different characters and different fetishes, all while exploring Daiki as a character and his position.

I hope you like it though. If you do, and you want more, check out some of my other fics if you haven't already. I update pretty regularly.