The village head's wife was a striking woman with flowing auburn hair and a warm, radiant smile that seemed to light up the room. Her slender frame carried the gentle swell of pregnancy, her hands resting protectively over her belly as she approached Hinata.
"Ah, you must be Hinata-san!" the woman greeted cheerfully. She hooked an arm through Hinata's, pulling her gently away from Sasuke without giving either of them a chance to protest. "Come, come! Let's chat for a moment while your… boyfriend enjoys the view."
Hinata's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing crimson at the assumption. "Oh no, no! You've got it wrong—he's not my—"
But the woman simply laughed, waving off Hinata's stammered explanation. "Oh, don't worry, dear. I understand completely. Sometimes lovers have their little quarrels—it's only natural. But trust me, this will help smooth things over." She winked conspiratorially, patting her belly affectionately. "Being pregnant has made me quite the expert on matters of the heart."
Before Hinata could clarify further, the woman handed her two glasses filled with a refreshing pink juice, garnished with slices of citrus fruit.
"Here, take these back to him," the woman instructed, her tone playful yet firm. "And remember—drink yours too! It's a special blend meant to cool tempers and warm hearts. Trust me; I'd drink it myself if I weren't carrying this little one." She chuckled softly, placing a hand on her stomach.
Hinata hesitated, holding the glasses awkwardly as she tried once more to correct the misunderstanding. "Ma'am, really, you're mistaken. Sasuke-san and I are just teammates—we're here on a mission together. There's nothing romantic between us…"
The woman tilted her head, studying Hinata with a knowing grin. "Hmm, is that so? Then why does he keep looking over here like he's afraid someone might steal you away?"
Hinata blinked in surprise, glancing back toward Sasuke instinctively. Sure enough, his dark eyes were fixed on them, his expression unreadable but undeniably intense. When their gazes met, he quickly looked away, feigning disinterest.
"Well," the woman said with a satisfied smirk, "whatever you say, dear. Just make sure he drinks his share—it'll do wonders for that brooding personality of his." With another wink and a pat on Hinata's shoulder, she turned and walked off, leaving Hinata standing there with the two glasses in hand.
Hinata returned to Sasuke reluctantly, her steps slow and hesitant. He stood exactly where she'd left him, leaning casually against the edge of the fountain. His arms were crossed over his chest.
"What's that?" he asked flatly, his tone betraying mild curiosity.
"It's… um, juice," Hinata replied softly, extending one of the glasses toward him. "The village head's wife gave it to me. She thought… well…" Her voice trailed off, her cheeks burning as she struggled to explain without sounding foolish.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, taking the glass from her wordlessly. He studied it for a moment, then glanced at her again. "Thought what?"
"She… um…" Hinata sighed, giving up on trying to clear the misunderstanding. "She thought we were… closer than we are. That's all."
To her surprise, Sasuke didn't immediately dismiss the comment or roll his eyes. Instead, he gave a faint snort—a sound that might have been mistaken for amusement—and took a sip of the juice. His expression softened ever so slightly as the cool, tangy liquid hit his tongue.
"Not bad," he muttered, lowering the glass.
Encouraged by his reaction, Hinata lifted her own glass and took a tentative sip. The juice was delicious—sweet yet tart. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until now.
"They seem to think everyone who comes here is part of some grand love story," Sasuke remarked dryly, gesturing vaguely toward the crowd. Several couples were dancing nearby.
Hinata giggled softly, surprising even herself. "I guess it's easy to assume when people travel together like this. But… we're just teammates, right?"
"Right," Sasuke confirmed, his voice steady and matter-of-fact. Yet there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something Hinata couldn't quite place. Was it relief? Or maybe… disappointment?
She shook the thought away almost immediately. It was silly to read into Sasuke's expressions too much. He was unpredictable, aloof, and far too complex for her to decipher.
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The hallway leading to Sasuke's room was dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls. Hinata stumbled along unsteadily, her legs feeling wobbly and unreliable beneath her weight. Her cheeks burned with an unfamiliar heat, her skin tingling as though tiny needles pricked every inch of her body.
Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. She had felt fine during the festival—happy, even—but now, everything seemed… off. Her thoughts were hazy, her movements sluggish, and her heart pounded erratically in her chest. Was it the juice? The one the village head's wife had insisted they drink?
Before she could think too deeply about it, she found herself standing outside Sasuke's door. Her hand hovered uncertainly over the frame before she knocked softly.
A moment later, the door slid open, revealing Sasuke clad in loose black pants and a towel draped casually over his shoulders. His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water trailing down his pale neck. He must have just gotten out of the bath. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her disheveled appearance.
"What are you doing here?" he asked bluntly, his tone carrying its usual edge of indifference.
Hinata opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, her knees buckled unexpectedly, forcing her to grab onto the doorframe for support. Sasuke reacted instantly, stepping forward to steady her with one firm hand on her arm. His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, making her already-flustered state worse.
"I-I don't know…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something's wrong… I feel strange…"
Sasuke frowned, his grip tightening slightly as he guided her into his room. He closed the door behind them, ensuring privacy before turning his attention back to Hinata.
"Explain," he demanded, his voice low but commanding.
She pressed a hand to her flushed cheek, trying to will away the dizziness clouding her mind.
"It's… it's the drink," she managed to say, her words slurred slightly. "The one the village head's wife gave us. It made me feel… funny."
Sasuke's expression darkened, his jaw tightening as realization dawned on him. "That drink…" He glanced toward the glass of water on the table, then back at Hinata. "I thought something was off about it too. That's why I only drank half and took a cold bath to clear my head."
Hinata blinked up at him, her wide opaline eyes shimmering with confusion and vulnerability. "W-what do you mean? What's happening to me?"
Sasuke hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly to her trembling form before averting it. "It's probably some kind of aphrodisiac. Those villagers—they're bold, reckless people. They likely thought they were helping by spiking our drinks."
"Aphrodisiac?" Hinata repeated, her voice barely audible. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as the implications sank in. Her body's strange sensations—the heat, the itchiness, the overwhelming urge to be closer to someone.
She swayed slightly, her legs threatening to give out again. Sasuke caught her instinctively, his hands gripping her arms firmly to keep her upright. Their proximity sent another wave of warmth rushing through her, this time accompanied by a boldness she didn't recognize in herself.
"S-Sasuke-san…" she murmured, her voice trembling but laced with newfound determination. "I… I want to stay here."
Sasuke stiffened, his eyes widening fractionally at her words. "No," he said sharply, his voice firmer than before. "This isn't a good idea. You're not thinking clearly."
"But…" Hinata protested weakly, reaching out toward him. Her movements were clumsy and uninhibited, driven by emotions she couldn't control. "I feel so hot… and my head is spinning…"
Sasuke clenched his fists, visibly struggling to maintain his composure. "You need to go back to your room."
His rejection stung, but deep down, "Please…" she whispered, her voice cracking with desperation. "Just for a little while… until I feel better…"
Hinata's grip tightens on his hand, pulling him closer. "No, please. I want you to help me. I want you to... touch me." She guides his hand to her chest, her breath hitching as his palm brushes against her. "See? I know you feel something too." She leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "Please, Sasuke. Show me that you want me."
Sasuke's voice is low and gruff, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor. "Are you sure about this, Hinata?" He searches her face, looking for any sign of doubt.
Hinata nods, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. "Yes, I'm sure. But please, be careful. My breasts... they're very sensitive." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a clear note of desire in it.
Sasuke sits down on the bed next to her, his hand reaching up to cup her breast through her top. He can feel the heat of her skin through the fabric, and as he begins to massage her, he feels her nipple harden instantly under his touch. She's so responsive. It's... intoxicating. He flicks his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from Hinata
Encouraged, Sasuke shifts, kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. He reaches up and grasps the hem of her top, slowly pulling it up. Hinata lifts her arms, allowing him to slide the fabric off her body. Her breasts spill out, full and round, her nipples hard and peaked. Sasuke's breath catches in his throat at the sight.
He reaches out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Hinata moans again, her back arching slightly, pushing her breasts further into his touch. Sasuke leans in, his breath hot on her skin as he takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Hinata's moans grow louder, her hands tangling in his hair as she holds him to her.
Her breaths come in short, sharp gasps, His touch... it's like fire. I can't get enough. She looks down at Sasuke, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Her hands are tangled in his dark hair, holding him to her as he lavishes attention on her breasts.
Sasuke is kneeling on the floor in front of her, his hands cupping her full breasts, his mouth working on one nipple and then the other. He sucks and nips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive buds, drawing a steady stream of moans from Hinata. He can feel her body responding to his touch, her breath hitching, her back arching, pressing her breasts further into his mouth.
Hinata's grip on his hair tightens as he moves to her other breast, his mouth hot and wet on her nipple. She can feel the sensation shooting straight to her core, making her feel slick and hot between her legs. "Sasuke," she moans, her voice breathy and desperate. "That feels so good."
He pushes her skirt up, his fingers finding the edge of her panties. He can feel how wet she is even through the fabric. He slips his hand inside, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit. Hinata bucks against him, a loud moan ripping from her throat. "Ahhh, Sasuke! Right there, please don't stop!"
Sasuke growls against her breast, his fingers beginning to rub her clit in earnest. He can feel her body tensing, She's close. He sucks her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his fingers work her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge
Hinata's moans grow louder, her body writhing on the bed. "Ah, ah, ah, Sasuke! I'm... I'm going to... ahhhh!" Her voice breaks as her orgasm hits her, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Sasuke can feel her clit pulsing under his fingers, can feel the rush of wetness as she comes undone.
The sight, the sound, the feel of her orgasm sends a jolt of desire straight to Sasuke's groin. He can feel himself hardening, his body aching with need