Chapter 67
Kasumi couldn't stop clenching her teeth, and Kenshin couldn't stop stroking her smooth, firm thighs with affection and love, and squeezing her soft ass while kissing the girl's neck.
As soon as she tasted blood on her tongue, she instantly opened her eyes and stopped biting. All her anger immediately vanished, and she exclaimed without realising why: - Ah, Kenshin, I'm sorry....
- It's okay, girl. - He said in between caressing kisses on her smooth neck.
- Ah, stop it!" said Kasumi, but Kenshin ignored her protests and only continued to kiss the girl harder, squeezing her firm ass.
Kasumi felt guilty for that hard bite, and didn't want to bite or scratch him again, so for about thirty seconds she just stood there, and let herself be kissed by this cheeky guy.
By the end of Kenshin's caresses, she was breathing heavily and moaning heavily, unable to find any self-control to hold back those shameful sounds.
As soon as he stopped kissing her neck, Kasumi inwardly sighed in relief, but in the next instant, Kenshin suddenly turned her to face him, and nestled his lips against her sweet cherry lips.
Kasumi was shocked. From the surprise, she couldn't move. Her first kiss had been taken by a sly, cheeky guy, who was stroking her bottom on top of everything else! If another guy had dared to do that, she wouldn't even be able to move, she would have bitten his tongue off. But Kenshin was different, Kasumi didn't understand why, even when she was angry, she didn't dare to take such drastic measures.
But the guilt of the severe bite dissipated in a flash, and the black-haired beauty clawed at his back with her sharp nails, and left eight long streaks on it. Contrary to her angry behaviour, Kasumi was insanely pleased. She had wondered many times before why many young guys and girls were kissing, holding hands, or even having sex all the time. Those feelings were unknown to her, but now she understood.
She realised how good it felt, but was suddenly angry with herself for enjoying what was morally wrong. She had been told since she was a child that she should preserve her chastity for the husband the clan would choose.
She guessed that Shikaku wanted to marry her off to his young son when he was a teenager. Kasumi had no particular feelings for Shikamaru, nor did he for her. The future head of the Nara clan was even lazier than the rest of the men in the clan, and due to his excellent intellect, was always burrowing away from any responsibility. This really pissed Kasumi off, and was at odds with her idea of a future husband.
Kenshin realised that he had gone too far, so after ten seconds of searing kissing, the very moment Kasumi involuntarily began to reciprocate, he stopped, and looked into her wonderful, black eyes.
- I'm sorry, Kasumi. You're an incredible girl, I couldn't help myself..." Kenshin said with a sigh, and removed his hands from her firm ass completely.
Kasumi blushed, and looked away. She was surprised to find that she couldn't stay mad at the brat for long, and after an awkward pause, she said: - You too...Um, sorry about the bite....
After that, they got out of the water, wiped themselves off, and changed their clothes. This time the girl wore the same black trousers, but her black T-shirt fell to the floor and got a little dirty, so she put on a different T-shirt. Kenshin had thoughtfully placed several different t-shirts and shorts in the locker room so that the girls could always change if they got wet or dirty. Much to Kasumi's dismay, she had to remove her black bra because it showed through the white fabric.
Kenshin needed to see the progress of Odineteenth and Twelfth as they came of age. Yesterday, he'd had little time to get to grips with them, and this morning he'd assigned Ichiro to handle the younger brothers' training. Ichiro had delegated it to someone else, but Kenshin didn't care.
On the way to the gym, Kasumi finally asked who these 'eternal Genin' were. She had seen their accomplishments perfectly well, and rightly thought that if a shinobi was still a Genin by the age of twenty, the chances of further development were extremely slim.
The girl could see just as well that Kenshin was an ordinary human, and couldn't use chakra at all. She was madly curious as to what this place was, who Kenshin was, and why he had a decent group of Genin under his command.
Kenshin smartly changed the subject, mentioning in passing that they were his men and that she would only know the rest if she agreed to be his wife. Kasumi was angry again, and said:
- I am the daughter of the Nara clan, and I will never marry a shameless impudent like you! - She bellowed, her arms at her sides and her lips pouting.
Kenshin loved the black-haired beauty's rebellious nature, so he pulled her to him and pressed her back lightly against the wall.
His face was a few centimetres away from hers, and Kasumi didn't know what to do. Her first thought was to push him away, but she didn't, finding an excuse to herself that it was useless.
Kenshin gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and then kissed her lightly on the lips again, running his left hand along her incredibly soft thigh. Kasumi couldn't hold back an affectionate moan, and against all her attitudes, her lips moved on their own, and began to reciprocate him gently.
- Why not? Look how good we both feel with each other. Wouldn't you like to get away from all the clan inhibitions and breathe in? - Kenshin asked, gently taking her chin, looking into her marvellous eyes. He'd learnt to pick up the echoes of a person's most vivid emotions with the Patriarch's Mind ability, and in half a day of close contact with Kasumi, he'd realised what was eating her.
In response to Kenshin's words, Kasumi could only flap her eyes with heavy breathing. His words had hit the spot. For the past hour, she had been torn between thoughts of duty, and her own personal feelings. With every minute spent with this guy, the thought of becoming his girlfriend at least became less horrible. The black-haired kunoichi's icy heart shook for the first time in years, and decided to wake up from a long sleep and find herself in the tender arms of her beloved man.