As dawn broke, the sun cast a golden hue over the walls of Sakura and Sarada's house, signaling the start of another day. Sakura stirred awake, the remnants of her nocturnal fantasies still lingering in her memory. As she stretched, a wave of guilt washed over her, threatening to drown her in remorse.
She glanced at the empty space beside her, a reminder of the distance that had grown between her and Sasuke. His frequent absences left her yearning for physical contact, a longing that seemed impossible to satisfy.
Not only that, but the internal struggle within her regarding Sarada had intensified as she grappled with the emotions that had resurfaced. Throughout the day, she tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, going about her routine, but the weight of her thoughts bore down on her.
As the evening descended, Sakura found herself standing on the outskirts of the village, the sun dipping below the horizon. The shadows grew longer, mirroring the darkness that clouded her mind. A desperate resolve took hold, and in a moment of irrational decision-making, she contemplated an action that would break the laws she had sworn to uphold.
While the thought horrified her, she knew that her longing for physical intimacy would ultimately consume her if she did not act on it.
The first thing she did was use a Transformation Jutsu to disguise herself as a woman dressed in skimpy clothes, then sneaked out of the house and approached her daughter's bedroom window from the outside. She knew she had to be extremely careful, and her timing had to be perfect, otherwise everything would fall apart.
Stealthily approaching the window, she peered inside, seeing that Sarada was fast asleep. Taking a deep breath, she gently opened the window, the sound escaping barely noticeable. Kneeling down, she carefully crawled into the room, making sure not to disturb her sleeping daughter. Once inside, she released a relieved sigh, thankful that Sarada hadn't awakened.
As she tiptoed across the darkened room, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful her daughter looked in the moonlight filtering through the window.
The delicate features of her face, framed by her long raven hair, struck her as an image of perfection. This beauty, however, was not the reason for her presence; instead, it was the intoxicating allure of an unquenchable physical craving that had led her astray.
As she reached Sarada's bedside, she paused, taking a deep breath. The scent of her daughter filled her nostrils, a heady mixture of floral and clean linen that tantalized her senses.
Sakura took a deep breath, feeling her heart race against her chest like a drumbeat. She slowly uncovered her sleeping daughter, dressed in a cozy pajama shirt and shorts. With a shaky hand, Sakura gently touched Sarada's exposed thigh, feeling the warmth and softness that sent a chill down her back.
"Mom?" Sarada murmured groggily, stirring in her sleep.
Sakura froze, her blood running cold. Panic seized her as she desperately searched for the right words to explain her presence. Instead, she merely mumbled incoherent apologies, her voice barely audible.
Her hands shook uncontrollably as she gingerly stroked Sarada's bare leg, unable to tear herself away from the enticing curve of her daughter's hip. Each touch fueled her desire, making her crave for more. Suddenly, a surge of fear coursed through her veins as a sense of urgency gripped her. She knew she had to act now or risk losing her nerve.
"What's happening?" Sarada asked, her voice still groggy.
"Shhhh," Sakura whispered softly, pressing her finger onto her daughter's lips.
In an instant, Sarada's eyes fluttered open, wide with surprise. However, before she could utter a single word, Sakura swiftly placed her hand over Sarada's mouth, silencing any potential screams that threatened to escape.
With a firm grip, Sakura lifted Sarada off the ground, securing her in a tight embrace. Despite her muffled cries, Sarada fought back with all her might, thrashing her legs in a desperate attempt to break free.
Sakura, however, held her tightly, unwilling to relinquish her grasp.
Turning to the window, Sakura leaped out with Sarada in her arms.
Utilizing her ninja speed and training, Sakura traveled far across the village as quickly as she could, going to the darkest and most isolated part of it, where there were more trees than people.
Upon finally reaching her destination, Sakura finally released Sarada, who quickly backflipped away three times to get some distance between them and readied herself for a fight.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Sarada demanded, having no clue that the scantily dressed woman before her was her mother.
"Oh, darling, you know exactly who I am," Sakura purred, inching closer to her prey. "I'm your deepest, darkest fantasy come to life."
Sarada's frustration fueled her determination as she rushed towards the woman, fists clenched and determination in her eyes. However, to her surprise, her disguised mother effortlessly sidestepped her attack, moving with a grace and agility that contradicted her usual demeanor. Sarada's eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected evasion.
Sakura, chuckled playfully, her tone teasing. "My, my, Sarada. Impatience can be your downfall. You need to be more strategic, less predictable."
Sarada, caught off guard, scowled.
Sakura only winked in response, a mysterious glint in her eye. Without warning, she retaliated with a powerful punch, channeling chakra into the strike. Sarada, having learned from her previous attempt, swiftly leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the forceful attack. The impact created a gust of wind, ruffling Sarada's hair as she landed a safe distance away.
Sakura grinned, impressed by Sarada's agility. "Good reflexes, but you've got to anticipate, not just react. Let me show you." She shifted into a defensive stance, inviting Sarada to make the next move.
Intrigued and a bit exasperated, Sarada readied herself for another round before charging in.
Before she knew it though, Sarada found herself in a tight spot as Sakura swiftly overpowered her, leaving her with no choice but to adopt a defensive stance. With a powerful punch, Sakura sent Sarada crashing into a nearby tree, the impact reverberating through her body.
Not stopping there, Sakura readied herself to deliver a forceful kick, however Sarada managed to evade the attack just in time, while Sakura's attack breaks the tree behind her.
Determined to protect herself, Sarada braced herself as Sakura charges towards her, then suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of her. Sakura quickly charged chakra in her hand and struck with her palm, sending an electric-like sensation throughout her body.
The barrage concluded with a forceful kick to Sarada's back, causing her to cry out in agony. Paralyzed by Sakura's relentless assault, Sarada's body helplessly descended towards the ground.
"My-My body… I can't move!" Sarada realized, her teeth gritted.
Sakura approached her. "That's right. By infusing my chakra with electricity, I generated an electric field. When I hit you, the electricity flowed into your nervous system and altered the signals in your body. Normally, the brain sends electric signals to control the body's movements. However, when affected by this technique, these signals will cause unintended movements. You'll find it difficult to even walk, let alone continue fighting."
Sarada snarled. "Just end it... Do it."
Sakura knelt beside Sarada, seething with rage, and grinned. "You're wound up like a coiled spring, so adorable," she remarked, her eyes gleaming with longing. She leaned in closer. "Allow me to have some fun with you."
The mother, concealed in her disguise, sensually positioned herself atop her daughter, whose innocence shielded her from recognizing her true identity. With one hand, she ventured beneath, caressing Sarada's blossoming bosom, while the other hand tenderly explored her voluptuous derriere.
"No! Don't! Please, no!" Sarada objected, her voice filled with resistance. As Sakura's hand descended, teasing and stimulating her most intimate area, still concealed by her shorts, Sarada succumbed to the intoxicating waves of pleasure, her moans echoing through the air.
Sakura gently pulled Sarada's silky hair back and, with a mischievous smile, she leaned in and blew into her ear, causing Sarada to gasp and her cheeks to flush with a rosy hue.
"Stop it…!" Sarada protested, her voice filled with a mix of desire and resistance. Sakura, undeterred, continued to poke and caress her daughter's most intimate place, through the fabric of her shorts, she skillfully caressed her folds with her finger. Slowly, she slid Sarada's shorts down, revealing her supple skin and exposing her to the tantalizing sensations that awaited her.
"Why don't you surrender to your desires, my sweet girl?" Sakura purred, her voice dripping with a potent blend of authority and sensuality.
As she delved deeper into Sarada's pleasure, the young girl's moans grew more intense, echoing through the area with a symphony of ecstasy.
With a teasing tone, Sakura couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating effect she had on her daughter. "Oh, my dear, you're becoming so aroused," she whispered, her words laced with a hint of playful torment.
Sarada's body quivered as Sakura's skilled fingers continued their relentless assault on her pulsating core. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and hesitation that threatened to unravel her resolve. Sarada body trembled as Sakura expertly thrust two fingers deeper into her wetness, exploring her depths with precision.
The sensation was so overwhelming, it sent waves of ecstasy crashing through Sarada's being as she orgasms.
Her body convulsed with every release, as she moaned loudly. At the moment of climax, her entire world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors, and the intensity of her pleasure shattered her consciousness.
Sakura rises gracefully, sensually gliding her fingers across her lips before casting her gaze upon her daughter, now drenched in perspiration, gasping for air, and feeling utterly humiliated. A mischievous smirk dances upon Sakura's lips as she playfully taunts, "Aw, what's wrong? Did you not find that the most exhilarating experience you've ever had?"
Sarada's anger ran deep as she let out a fierce growl. "Whoever you are... I will hunt you down. And I promise you, I will end your life for this." Sarada hissed, her voice thick with rage and hatred. She writhed on the damp forest floor, each passing second amplifying the pain coursing through her nerves. Her muscles quivered, weakened by the paralyzing effects of her mother's chakra-infused technique. But her spirit remained undefeated, burning with vengeance and the determination to bring this stranger to justice.
"Awe, does the little bird chirp loud enough to rattle the skies?" Sakura mused, her sultry voice weaving an intricate dance of seduction and mockery. "But oh, what sweet vengeance lies in the taste of defeat. Perhaps, you'll figure it out when you get stronger."
Sarada's anger and frustration persisted as she growled, until her mother knelt down and swiftly rendered her unconscious with a karate chop to the neck.
Sakura let out a heavy sigh, burdened by remorse. Her mind was consumed by a tempest of regret and shame, as she released her Transformation Jutsu and reverted back to her ordinary form.
Sakura's chest heaved with the weight of her actions as she stared at the unconscious form before her. The area was filled with an ominous silence, broken only by the sound of Sarada's labored breathing. A twinge of guilt gnawed at Sakura's conscience, urging her to take responsibility for her actions.
She gently pulled Sarada's shorts back up, her touch a mixture of tenderness and remorse. As she picked her daughter up in her arms, Sakura couldn't shake the weight of the guilt that lingered in the air.
With powerful leap, they went from rooftop to rooftop until the familiar silhouette of their home came into view. Sakura entered through Sarada's open window with a sense of urgency, carefully placing her daughter on the bed. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on Sarada's peaceful face.
Sakura, now overcome with regret, tucked Sarada in, arranging the covers exactly the way they were before. Sakura's lips brushed against Sarada's cheek in a tender peck and used her Medical Jutsu to restore her nervous system to normal, a silent apology for the chaos she had caused.
She lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed on her daughter's peaceful face, a mixture of love and sorrow etched in her eyes. The room held a heavy atmosphere, pregnant with the weight of the night's events.
It was a pivotal moment, a turning point that forced Sakura to confront the consequences of her impulsive actions. The warmth of her affection for Sarada collided with the cold reality of the choices she had made. As Sakura left the room, the door closing softly behind her, the weight of the night clung to her like a heavy cloak.
The ominous silence persisted, stretching through the house like an unspoken acknowledgment of the gravity of her deeds.
Sakura walked through the dimly lit hallway, each step echoing with the weight of remorse. The somber reminder of the choices she had made cast a shadow over her, and as she descended into the quiet living room, the magnitude of the night's events settled upon her shoulders.
"What the hell have I just done…?" she wondered to herself as she headed for bed.
Sarada's eyes fluttered open as the first rays of sunlight kissed her face. She sat up with a start, a gasp escaping her lips as a rush of memories flooded back. Breathless, she clutched the bed cover around her, her mind struggling to reconcile the vivid images with the reality of the cozy bedroom.
Vague recollections of the events from the previous night played like a haunting melody in her mind, but the line between dream and reality blurred. She rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of the disjointed fragments that lingered in her memory. They seemed too surreal, too inappropriate to be real.
"It couldn't have been real," she whispered to herself, the room's serenity in stark contrast to the turmoil within her. "It must have been a dream, a nightmare."
Despite the logical reassurance, a lingering unease persisted. Sarada surveyed her surroundings, half-expecting to find something amiss.
Yet, everything appeared normal—the familiar furniture. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow, yet the sense of violation she felt persisted. She hugged herself tightly, as if seeking solace and reassurance from the physical embrace.
"Why would I have such an inappropriate dream?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The confusion and discomfort etched on her face betrayed the inner turmoil she grappled with.
Sarada shook her head, trying to dispel the remnants of the unsettling dream. However, doubt lingered in the back of her mind and the feeling of violation lingered, and a sense of unease settled in her chest.
For now, though, she chose to dismiss the surreal images as a figment of her imagination. With a deep breath, Sarada pushed the unsettling thoughts aside, convincing herself that it was just a dream that had left an indelible mark on her subconscious.
As she prepared to face the new day, Sarada couldn't shake the nagging feeling that, despite her efforts to rationalize the events, the lingering echoes of the night would continue to haunt her.
Later, in the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast filled the air as Sarada found her mother, Sakura, preparing a meal.
Sakura turned to her with a strained smile. "Good morning, dear."
Sarada responded with a strained smile of her own. "Morning Mom."
Breakfast is ready," Sakura announced, her attempt at a cheerful tone betraying a lingering unease. Sarada nodded and took a seat at the table. As they began to eat, a heavy silence settled between them, the clinking of utensils against plates echoing in the room.
Sakura tried to mask the guilt that clung to her like a shadow, focusing on the simple act of serving food. "How was your sleep, Sarada?" she asked, her voice carefully measured.
Sarada hesitated for a moment, her fork pausing mid-air. "Uh, it was… fine," she replied, avoiding eye contact. "Just some weird dreams, you know how it is."
A flicker of relief crossed Sakura's face, grateful for the dismissal of the unsettling memories. "Dreams can be strange sometimes," she said, attempting to sound casual. "Did you dream about anything in particular?"
Sarada shook her head, her gaze fixed on her plate. "Can't remember, just random stuff."
The uneasy dance continued as they ate breakfast, each caught in the web of their own thoughts.
Sarada hesitated for a moment, her mind wrestling with an awkward question. Finally, she mustered the courage to speak. "Mom, I… this might sound weird, and you really don't have to answer, but have you ever been with a woman before?"
Sakura's eyes widened in surprise while her cheeks became rosy, caught off guard by the unexpected question. She took a deep breath, recognizing the sincerity in her daughter's inquiry. "Sarada, it's okay if you have questions. And no, I haven't."
Sarada, relieved by her mother's understanding response, nodded. "I see."
Sakura, nervously fidgeting with her fork, finally mustered the courage to ask, "Why did you ask about that, Sarada? Is there something on your mind?"
An equally nervous Sarada glanced away, her cheeks slightly flushed. "No particular reason, really. Just curious, I guess," she mumbled, trying to downplay the significance of her question.
Sakura took a sip of her tea, attempting to ease the tension. "Well, you can always ask me anything. I'm here for you."
Sarada looked down at her plate, then up at her mother with a hesitant smile. "Okay, then. What do you think being with another girl would be like?"
Sakura's face turned bashful, and she chuckled nervously. "Um, well, I imagine it wouldn't be that different from being with a man. Love is love, after all," she said. As Sakura started to cautiously broach the topic, she began, "Speaking of which, Sarada, have you ever thought about…?"
But before she could finish her question, Sarada's gaze shifted to her mother's silky hair, and a strange warmth crept over her. She snapped out of the moment, clearing her throat. "Uh, never mind. I was just thinking about training. Yeah, I'm going to go out and do some training now. Excuse me."
Sarada swiftly finished her breakfast, leaving Sakura both puzzled and intrigued by the abrupt change in the conversation.
Sakura sat alone in the aftermath of the peculiar conversation, her thoughts swirling with a mix of confusion and guilt. It dawned on her that Sarada's behavior might be tied to the events of the previous night. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her, and a sense of responsibility settled in.
"I have to fix this," Sakura whispered to herself, realizing the need for atonement. The guilt gnawed at her, urging her to find a way to offer Sarada some form of catharsis, to make amends for the unintended consequences of her impulsive actions.
With determination, Sakura decided on a course of action. She knew what she had to do to provide Sarada with some form catharsis.