Chapter 140: Sasuke [3] 18+

Sasuke disappeared into the bathroom without another word. The sound of running water came through the thin door, followed by the wet splash of someone scrubbing hard at skin and fabric. Kael stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He had come fast. Too fast. The memory of Sasuke’s face painted white sat in his mind and refused to leave. He told himself he was not attracted to men. The thought still felt true. What had pushed him over the edge was something else—the complete, visible humiliation of someone who had always stood above him in pride and skill. Watching that pride crack had felt good in a way he did not want to examine too closely.

The water shut off. Sasuke stepped back into the room a few minutes later, face clean, clothes damp in places where she had tried to rinse them. The bandages around her chest were still in place, though darker from the water.

"Okay," she said, voice flat. "Let’s do this again."

Kael sat up. "Lie on the bed."

Sasuke climbed on and dropped onto her back, head resting against the pillow. "How is this supposed to help?"

Kael pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he swung a leg over her and sat down squarely on her face, the undersides of his thighs bracketing her ears. Sasuke made a muffled sound of protest.

"Why did you take your shirt off?"

He did not answer. His hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking. Slow at first, then steadier. Minutes passed. The only sounds were the soft friction of skin and Sasuke’s restricted breathing beneath him. Nothing built. The sharp edge of arousal from earlier had gone dull.

"It’s not happening," Kael said at last.

Sasuke’s voice came out strained. "What? Why?"

"I think I got used to it. This isn’t enough anymore."

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"Use your hand."

Sasuke’s entire body tensed. For a long moment she said nothing. Then, reluctantly, a warm palm closed around his shaft. She started stroking with short, mechanical motions, face turned to the side so she would not have to look directly at what she was touching. Kael’s hips shifted. A low sound slipped out of him.

"Open your mouth."

Sasuke’s lips parted.

"Tongue out."

She obeyed. The pink tip of her tongue rested against her lower lip while her hand kept working him. Even that was not enough. Kael could feel the pleasure, but the peak stayed out of reach.

He lifted himself off her face and sat back on his heels. "We can do this without crossing the line."

Sasuke eyed him warily. "How?"

"Let me take the lead."

She stared at the ceiling for several seconds, jaw tight. Finally she gave a single, short nod. "Fine."

Kael moved down her body. His hands settled on the damp bandages that flattened her chest. Sasuke’s breath caught.

"What are you doing?"

"Women’s breasts are the second most important feature," he said. "Let me see them. It’ll help."

He did not wait for permission. Fingers hooked under the edge of the wrapping and pulled. The cloth tore with a sharp rip. Sasuke’s breasts spilled free—full, heavy, and far larger than the bandages had suggested. They bounced once before settling, nipples already tight from the cooler air.

Kael’s eyebrows rose. "Wow. Those are big. How tight did you wrap them?"

Sasuke said nothing. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She turned her face away, but there was nowhere to hide.

Kael’s hands closed around both breasts at once. He squeezed, feeling the soft weight fill his palms. Sasuke’s back arched off the mattress.

"Stop it—"

The protest came out weaker than she probably intended. A strange, unwilling heat was already building under his hands. Kael squeezed again, thumbs brushing over the nipples, and a small, broken sound escaped her throat. She looked as confused by the reaction as he was pleased by it.

He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. Sasuke’s whole body jerked. Her hands flew up and tangled in his hair, trying to pull him off.

"Stop—ahh—"

Kael caught both her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. "Don’t forget. I’m leading."

The strength she had known her entire life was simply gone. Her arms stayed where he put them. He returned to her chest, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers worked the other. Every pull of his mouth sent a visible shiver through her. When he scraped his teeth lightly over the sensitive peak, her hips lifted off the bed and a longer moan spilled out.

"Wait—wait—"

He did not wait. He switched breasts, giving the other the same attention, licking and sucking until the nipple was wet and dark. Sasuke’s breathing turned ragged. Her thighs pressed together. The flush on her face had spread all the way to her ears. She kept making small, helpless sounds that she clearly hated, but her body continued to react.

Kael finally lifted his head and looked at her. Sasuke was panting, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling in quick waves. The sight settled something dark and possessive in his gut. The quest no longer felt like the point. He wanted her to break properly. He wanted the proud Uchiha who had always looked down on him to submit completely—not because of a System window, but because he had made it happen.

Maybe this was a twisted version of whatever the original Naruto had felt. He did not care.

He crawled up her body and kissed her.

Sasuke’s eyes flew open. For a second she was too stunned to react. Then she felt his tongue push past her lips and she tried to turn her head away. Kael’s hand came up, gripped her jaw, and held her still. He kissed her harder, deeper, forcing her mouth open under his. She made a muffled sound of protest that turned into something softer when he sucked on her lower lip.

He pinned her fully with his weight, one thigh pushed between hers, chest pressed to the bare breasts he had just finished marking. His mouth never left hers for long. When he finally broke the kiss it was only to drag his lips along her cheek, then down to the edge of her jaw.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke’s voice was unsteady.

Kael answered by claiming her mouth again. This kiss was rougher. He bit at her lips, then soothed the sting with his tongue, all while one hand returned to her breast and squeezed. Sasuke’s wrists were still trapped above her head. Every time she tried to twist away he followed, keeping their mouths locked together. Her reluctant sounds grew wetter, more open. At some point her tongue moved against his—whether by accident or instinct, he could not tell.

He kept kissing her like that, long and deep and relentless, until her lips were swollen and shiny and her breathing was nothing but short, shaky gasps against his mouth. His hand never stopped moving on her breast, thumb circling the sensitive nipple he had already made so responsive.

When he finally pulled back just far enough to speak, his voice was low.

"We’re not done."

Sasuke stared up at him, eyes wide, face flushed, chest heaving under his palm. Whatever protest she still had left stayed locked behind the mouth he had just finished claiming.

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