Bonus: The Secret Book Of Lady Sakura Uchiha Chapter Two

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Sakura looked up from her paperwork when she heard a timid knock at the door. In the doorway stood Yuzuha, her secretary, with cheeks as red as a ripe apple. Yuzuha's soft brown curls framed her golden eyes, which sparkled with excitement and a touch of nervousness. Even though she was an exchange assistant from the Land of Lightning Village, today she looked as flustered.

"What's wrong, Yuzuha?" Sakura asked kindly, glancing at an old photo of Team Seven on her desk a picture of simpler times when they were all children full of dreams. Her fingers brushed lightly over the frame as she waited for an answer.

Yuzuha's eyes grew even wider as she leaned in. "It's just… this week has been so eventful! The Seventh Hokage was here, and now Lord Sasuke Uchiha wants to see you!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.

Sakura smiled gently, though a hint of frustration crept in. "Yuzuha, remember, Sasuke is my husband and the Seventh Hokage is my close friend. Please, go ahead and invite him in." In her haste, Yuzuha almost bumped into the desk before scurrying away.

Soon enough, Sasuke entered. His calm, confident presence filled the room his longer hair neatly tied at the back and his dark eyes quietly taking everything in. Every time Sakura saw him, she felt like a nervous schoolgirl all over again, her heart fluttering in that familiar, tender way.

Sasuke stepped inside, his voice low and direct. "I'm here. You asked me to come is everything okay with Sarada or Naruto?"

Sakura managed a small smile, though it was strained. "I can't believe you actually made it back so quickly," she said, glancing away as she gathered her thoughts. "Everyone's fine. Sarada's fine. Naruto's fine, too."

"Then why did you summon me so urgently?" Sasuke asked, crossing his arms. "You said it was important." Sakura swallowed hard. "Everyone's going to Temari's birthday party tonight," she began hesitantly. "I was wondering if..."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me you called me back just to be your escort?"

"It's not that simple." Her voice wavered with worry as she looked up at him. "This year feels… different."

"How so?" Sasuke asked, his tone gentle yet laced with curiosity

Sakura paused, her mind drifting to thoughts she rarely voiced. Sometimes, I wish Sasuke were here in the Leaf Village, she admitted quietly, almost to herself. To see him whenever I want to visit him at his office, or even just catch a glimpse of him around town. But he's always away, protecting the village like a silent shadow.

Her eyes softened as she remembered another moment from the past. She remember when Hinata once confessed how insecure she felt. With Naruto so famous, she worried that glamorous models, celebrated actresses, or even pop singers might catch his eye wondering if he'd ever choose someone else. It hurt to hear her worries, even though she knew Naruto's heart was set on Hinata. I guess those words stuck with me, making me ache for a little more closeness with Sasuke."

Sakura's voice trembled as she continued, "I can't go to this party on my own with everything so tense and uncertain Hinata and got into a fight

Sasuke's eyes flickered with worry as she spoke, "Sasuke, Hinata and I got into a fight." Alarm flashed in his eyes as he remembered all too well, while Sakura was powerful, Hinata could be just as fierce Naruto's wife wasn't to be underestimated either. Sasuke recalled that if Hinata had really let loose with those not-so-gentle fists, even aganist him he might have ended up laid out on the floor, drool pooling at his chin.

Seeing his concern, Sakura continued, "I know it's not really anyone's fault, but I just can't go to the party on my own with everything feeling so tense.

Sasuke sighed, his voice softening. "I understand you wouldn't want to be alone."

"But isn't Hinata one of your best friends?" he asked, puzzled by her hesitation.She is," Sakura admitted quietly, "but not right now."

After a long pause, Sasuke nodded. "All right. I'll come with you."

Inside, a storm of secrets churned. Sakura had witnessed Hinata share a wild, raw moment with that club stripper, Renji, the one who had all the women going wild. The way he kissed up Hinata's legs, buried his head under her dress, and even his crude display on stage stirred feelings in her that were both shocking and strangely captivating. When Hinata slipped away with Renji to a back room and an hour passed, worry crept in. Later, she discovered them together again, Renji pulling Hinata into a deep, passionate kiss, his hand boldly resting on her ass. Sakura was stunned. Should she tell Naruto? It was a scandal she wasn't sure she wanted to unleash. And yet, a part of her embarrassingly yearned for that kind of fiery passion with Sasuke. Sasuke's body was killer, after all, but the distance between them left her wondering if he even enjoyed that kind of intimacy.

Sasuke offered a brief nod before leaving her office. Standing there alone, Sakura couldn't help but wish that this time, he had given her that kiss. He looked as handsome as ever so distant and that she never truly knew what he was thinking as he walked away. Frustrated, she muttered to herself, "Forget it, Sakura you really have no clue how to be sexy."

Later, as Sakura reached her apartment, she slapped her hand against her face in frustration. "Come on, you have to make it to Temari's birthday party," she chided herself. When she stepped inside, she found Sasuke sharply dressed in his black tuxedo. Every detail of his attire was immaculate the sleek, tailored jacket accentuating his broad shoulders, the intricate Uchiha cuffs gleaming subtly at his wrists, and his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail that only added to his air of quiet intensity. Blushing, she heard him say, "Welcome home."

"Thank you," she managed, quickly passing him by as she headed straight for the shower. "Maybe I can get his attention," she thought, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Once the water drenched her, she planned to ask him to bring her a towel, surely that would earn her a kiss. Soaked and unguarded, she intended to let her desire show.

"Sasuke, I need a towel!" she called out, her voice echoing in the steamy bathroom. Her heart beat faster as she heard his footsteps approaching. "I reorganized the bathroom the handcloths and towels are now stored under the sink," came his calm reply.

"Damn it," Sakura muttered, quickly wrapping a towel around her body as she blushed at the thought of being seen naked. Her bedroom was empty Sasuke must be waiting in the living room. Determined to prepare for the party, she took out a green, flowery tank top dress that matched her eyes, its floral pattern shimmering in the light. With practiced hands, she curled her pink hair into a cute bob and applied eyeliner along with a wash of pink eyeshadow to accentuate her features.

Once she was dressed, a wicked idea sparked in her mind. "I need help zipping this up," she whispered, calling out for Sasuke once more. He appeared without hesitation. Sasuke's mind raced with hidden desire as he took in Sakura's transformation, she looked radiant, like a vision from a dream. Every thought of her secret wishes, the things she craved from him, made it difficult for him to decide what to do. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but it had been so long that the moment felt awkward.

As he reached behind her to help with the zipper of her dress, Sakura's skin felt alive from the warmth of his breath along her neck. "You look... you, um... absolutely stunning," he murmured in a low, husky voice that sent a thrill through her. She guided his hand to the back zipper, and as he slowly zipped up her dress, he took a deep breath, enjoying the mix of her floral scent and her natural beauty.

Every soft exhale made shivers run down her spine. In that heated moment, Sasuke's desire burned, and he longed to pull her close, to press his lips to the bare skin of her neck. He noticed the delicate beauty mark there, which made her even more irresistible, and he fought the urge to taste her skin. "Forget this party," he nearly whispered a promise of passion hanging in the air.

But just as the moment grew more intense, his hesitation snapped shut like the sound of the zipper, stopping him short. The heat of his near-touch left Sakura's heart pounding, as if it were about to burst with longing and desire.

In the quiet that followed, he left the room, a silent retreat driven by his own conflicted emotions. He could already imagine Naruto teasing him reminding him of that double date when Naruto had been far smoother. The memory made him feel like a coward for not seizing the moment. And as he disappeared, Sakura stood there, a mix of desire and disappointment swirling within her, silently wishing for the passion they lack.

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"I'm ready," Sakura declared. She grabbed Sasuke's arm, and he activated his technique, Amenotejikara his one eye snapping purple as they instantly appeared in front of the Nara estate.

Wow, it's beautiful," Sakura breathed. "Yeah," Sasuke replied quietly. "I missed my clan."

Together, they stepped into the Nara compound. Inside, deer wandered through the beautiful gardens, their graceful steps blending with the rustle of leaves. The gardens were lush and peaceful, a calm retreat where nature in perfect harmony.

Inside, Sakura noticed Shikamaru looking as handsome as ever, his arm casually draped around Temari's waist. As she scanned the room, she saw everyone staring. To her left, Naruto smirked, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo with a red spider lily flower tucked into his breast pocket, while Hinata looked drop-dead gorgeous in a red dress that hugged her curves.

"Hey, Sasuke! Sakura!" Naruto called out, and they headed in his direction. "Hey, Sasuke, I didn't think you'd be here," Naruto remarked. "Yeah, of course," Sasuke replied.

Sasuke then turned to Hinata. "Well, Lady Hinata, you look stunning," he said, causing Hinata to blush at the compliment. Noticing the discomfort in Sakura, Sasuke quickly addressed the couple, "We're going to mingle, see you later," he murmured as he gently led Sakura away. Thanks, Sasuke," she replied softly. Moments later, Naruto called out, "Sakura, you look pretty with those curls!"

Sakura found a quiet spot to sit and watch as Naruto danced with Hinata on the dance floor. Meanwhile, Sasuke, deep in conversation with Shino, hadn't even thought to ask her to dance. The party felt dull, but Sasuke didn't mind discussing matters with the ninja insect user. Shino was animatedly talking about the smooth-bottom beetle a key ingredient used by the Uchiha clan to make healing ointment. "If you don't mind," Shino said, "I'd love to research the Uchiha clan with your permission. Let's schedule a time."

Sakura's attention was then drawn to the cake being wheeled into the room. She watched as, after Temari blew out the candles, Naruto gently held Hinata's hand. Pushing through the crowd, Sakura finally reached Naruto. "Can we speak?" she asked.

Right now?" Naruto replied, his irritation creeping into his tone. "How about you call the office and set an appointment?" Sakura shook her head, determined. "No, I need to talk in private." "Alright," Naruto said, sighing as he turned back to Hinata. for a second

Naruto leaned in and whispered something into Hinata's ear, making her turn bright red. With that, the two of them headed out into the garden, leaving Sakura to watch the scene unfold with mixed feelings.

Sakura's heart pounded as Naruto approached her, his expression serious. "What is this about?" he asked, his voice low. After a long pause, she finally said, "I'm sorry, but there's no easy way to say this Hinata's been cheating on you. I saw her kissing another man." His face shifted from shock to anger in an instant. Sakura reached out and touched his shoulder in silent apology before he stormed off.

Sasuke felt Naruto's chakra shift, sharp and unstable, as he observed the scene. The rush of energy made his senses sharpen, alert to the underlying tension. Something was off, and the memory of it lingered in Sasuke's he watched Naruto with Hinata before they disappearing into the night.

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"I'm ready to go home," Sakura said. "Alright, let's go," he replied, and with a flash of light, he teleported them away from the Nara clan. When Sakura opened her eyes, she found herself standing in front of the Leaf Ninja Academy.

"Why are we here?" Sakura asked, following closely behind Sasuke as he led her into the ninja academy building. "I wanted to come back," he replied simply, his deep voice resonating in the quiet hallway. His footsteps slowed as he and Sakura approached a familiar room. "I never got the chance to teach here like most Joninn did... like you. Even Naruto ended up teaching Taijutsu at the academy," he continued, a wistful note in his tone. "I helped train the med students too. The place feels different now not just a matter of freshly painted walls." Sakura offered a soft smile. "Naruto used his village fan money to fund the academy with posters, plush t-shirts, merchandise. He really put his heart into it."

Sasuke nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. He was here to give his wife what she needed no more lingering nervousness. He wanted to show her, in every way possible, how much he loved and cared for her.

They reached room number 7—their old classroom a place filled with memories. Sasuke pressed Sakura firmly against the door, his lips capturing hers in a searing, passionate kiss. Their mouths opened as their tongues intertwined, each movement igniting a spark of desire. Sakura's soft moans filled the space between them, blending with the sound of their quickened breaths. As the intensity of the kiss grew, Sasuke shifted his position his knee gently brushing against her, sending an electric thrill through her body that made her moan even louder.

He broke the kiss just long enough to trail heated kisses down her throat, each one stoking the fire that burned between them. Overwhelmed by the raw desire of the moment, Sakura could only gasp in shock and delight. In a breathless whisper, she confessed, "You look so beautiful... I didn't want to go to the party. It took all my strength not to fuck you in our bedroom earlier."

"Sasuke, ah—ah," she moaned.

"I want you here now. I'm not going to wait."

With one hand, he opened the door to the old ninja classroom room that once buzzed with the energy of training sessions and tactical lessons. Faded posters of famous jutsu lined the walls, and a large wooden desk, scarred by years of practice, sat at the center of the room. Sasuke pressed Sakura against the desk. Despite having only one arm, he moved with precise confidence as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Sakura gasped.

There was Sasuke shirtless with his pale skin and strong, defined muscles on full display. She moaned again, not recalling the last time she had seen him like this. His eyes roamed over her as he smiled, flexing his chest. "You like what you see?" he asked with a cocky tone.

"Oh, Sakura, you always watch me," he teased. "Just like when you were in school. Tell me how often do you think about me?" As his words hung in the air, he unfastened his belt and slowly removed his pants. "Even though you're my wife, you always look like a lost schoolgirl," he smirked. "Always so shy, longing for my touch. Is that true?"

Sakura could only nod. Sasuke moved closer, he continued undressing himself until only his red briefs remained. Sakura's eyes were drawn to the unmistakable bulge through the thin fabric.

He walked over and pressed her against the desk. The cool wooden surface brushed against her thighs as he whispered, "I have only one thing on my mind, Sakura. Do you want to know what that is?"

Cautiously, she asked, "What is it?"

He smiled mischievously. "I'm going to fuck the shyness right out of you. You're my wife, and I think it's time to show you just how much I've missed you on those lonely nights when you're not by my side."

"For the sake of the Hokage, Sakura moaned in a breathless whisper. This is so intense.The way Sasuke looked at her was overwhelming as if she were his prey and he were about to devour her. His eyes burned with raw desire, and every detail of the moment, The intensity of his gaze, the promise of passion in every touch, left Sakura trembling with anticipation and desire.

Sasuke started by kissing her leg, his soft lips trailing upward. His hand caressed her skin as he continued, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. Gently, he spread her legs open with his knee, prompting a moan from Sakura.

"Do you want me as badly as I want you?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," she whispered, desperation in her voice as she finally took a deep breath. His hand traveled lower, and the tug of her underwear sliding down echoed softly in the quiet room.

"So fucking wet," he murmured, acknowledging the undeniable wet underwear. Although scared and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, she remained still, afraid it might all be a dream.

It was a soft lick that made Sakura scream as her husband pressed her against the desk. His knee held her steady while his one arm balanced her, and he lifted her leg over his shoulder. Her body trembled as she rocked back, her eyes fixed on him his dark blue-black hair bobbing with every movement.

Sasuke was in his element now, his nerves melted away by the passion of the moment. He relished the way Sakura's body twitched and moaned under his touch. Leaning forward, he expertly flicked the delicate folds of her pussy, his movements confident and precise as he stoked the desire between them.

The cool desk only heightened the intensity of their encounter. Sakura felt every detail the rough texture of the wood, the smooth heat of Sasuke's tounge on her skin, and the deep rhythm of his steady breathing.

Sasuke's fingers danced over her skin, teasing and exploring with the intent to erase any lingering shyness. Sakura's moans, quick gasps, and flushed skin told show a woman surrendering to desire, while Sasuke's determined yet tender touches delivered erased every hesitation, filling her with an all-consuming longing.

Sakura gripped the edge of the desk as she rocked her hips, riding Sasuke his tongue traced deliberate paths along her skin as he sucked on her clit, eliciting a sharp, breathy scream from her. "Oh my god, ahh," she moaned, her body shaking and the desk creaking under the intensity of their passion.

Sasuke's hot breath sent shivers down her spine as she surrendered to the ecstasy and pleasure building between them. licking his lips and smirking, he whispered, "You ready for me to fuck you?" In response, Sakura turned, and he slammed her back against the desk, his dripping cock a clear sign of the raw desire he had for her.

Without missing a beat, Sasuke hoisted her up and trailed passionate kisses along her neck. As his hand slid down, he released one finger to explore her depths, gently pushing inside to open her up further. When she moaned hard at the sensation, he added another digit, each movement stoking her wet pussy.

Then, with a swift, determined motion, he took his throbbing cock and thrust into her hard. He watched intently as Sakura arched backward, her body responding to each powerful thrust. She was so incredibly wet and tight every motion sending them deeper into a frenzy of desire. Drool escaped his mouth as he reveled in the fierce pleasure of loving her, every thrust and kiss deepening the raw connection between them.

The room echoed with the sound of smacks and loud moans as Sasuke counted each thrust, driving into Sakura hard against the desk. Her body trembled and shook as she reached her peak, her cries blending with the raw rhythm of their passion. Without pause, he pressed her against the chalkboard, and her legs wrapped around him instinctively as he fucked her with relentless, rough intensity.

Gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her head back so that their eyes met, and in that fierce gaze, Sakura lost herself completely in the moment. Every forceful thrust deepened their connection, turning the simple classroom into a private haven of lust. Sasuke's voice rumbled through the charged air as he urged her on, while Sakura's moans and gasps filled every corner of the room. Their bodies moved in a wild, desperate rhythm each touch, each sound, building the intensity of a passion that neither could deny.

"Sasuke!" Sakura cried out harshly. "Harder"

"I know you can take it. My wife is tough. My wife can handle the last of the last Uchiha's dick."

"Fuck, yes," she moaned. "Yes...," he added, his voice rough with desire as he gripped her neck. The pleasure made Sakura feel so good that Sasuke began to lose his hearing as blood rushed to his head. "I love you too," he murmured. With one final, determined thrust, he came inside her.

Sakura cried out Sasuke's name as she felt the heat radiate through her when he came inside her. Her legs shook with aftershocks of pleasure, leaving her breathless in the wake of their intense connection.

Sakura was left panting and gasping for breath. "Fuck," she exclaimed, her voice raw with exhilaration, "fuck right." Sasuke's reply was equally intense, his eyes smoldering with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She could hardly believe that she had just experienced such intense passion with him in the old ninja classroom

The two continued their passionate assault over the classroom desk. Sasuke gently guided Sakura to sit on the desk, removing every barrier between them. He unzipped her dress and helped her lift her arms above her head, revealing her perky breasts in all their beautiful, tantalizing glory. With a hungry glance and a low growl, he caught one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking it eagerly as her moans filled the room. Sasuke pulled aside one of Sakura's breasts, taking the other into his mouth before issuing his command, "Ride my dick." His voice was low and insistent. In response, Sakura slid onto him eagerly, positioning herself atop him. "You're so hard," she moaned, the fullness overwhelming her as she raised her hips in a steady, determined rhythm moving up and down with a hunger that perfectly matched his desire.

Sasuke drew shallow, hard breaths as he watched her ride him, each movement stoking the fire between them. Lost in the intensity of their union, Sakura's mind melted away into pure, overwhelming desire. Her heart swelled with pride as she heard him growl, "Sakura, fuck, so good, so good, so tight." In that charged moment, she reveled in the fact that her husband the last of the Uchiha was hers, and she was his, their passion sealing their powerful bond.

Changing their angle, Sakura shifted so her back faced him, yet she continued to ride him with unyielding energy. Sasuke could hardly believe such pleasure existed, each cry of her name and every rhythmic movement drove him closer to the edge. As the heat of their climax built, Sakura adjusted her pace, riding out her orgasm with an intensity that left both of them trembling. The room echoed with their raw, shared ecstasy as they reached the peak of their desire together.

The sunlight filled the classroom as Sakura rested against Sasuke's sleeping chest, his jacket wrapped around them both. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Instantly alert, Sasuke reacted, teleporting them into their bedroom.

"Oh my Hokage, we almost got caught," Sakura whispered, her voice trembling with both relief and lingering excitement.

"Yeah, almost," Sasuke grinned.

"I can't believe last night," Sakura said, still in awe of their passion.

"Me either," he replied, a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Want to take a shower?" she asked, a playful glimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah," he smirked.

"Go ahead I'm right behind you," Sasuke replied.

Sasuke reached into his jacket and pulled out a small red notebook. Flipping through the pages, he checked one off so many more desire to come.

Author note:

Thank you,I hope you enjoyed this bonus chapter. We're back to the original story next week again. Thanks for reading.