Sakura and Shirou Part 1

Sakura left bathroom and headed back to Shirou’s bedroom. Once she got there, she found that he had not returned yet. She decided to enter his room and wait for him there. This wasn’t the first time she had been in his room. She had gone in there many times while helping Shirou with the household chores. Back when it started, she had only gone because Zouken told her to. It was for one of his selfish plans. But the more time she spent with Shirou, the more she enjoyed it.

As Sakura was lost in thought, Shirou returned carrying another futon and some sheets. “You can sleep where ever you like, Sakura,” he said as he entered the room and placed the futon. Sakura had to stop herself from giggling. He was still being so innocent.

Once he was done setting up the futon, he looked over to Sakura. “I’ll leave the room while you change,” he said as he stood up. “No, it’s fine,” Sakura replied. “Please stay.”

Shirou was starting to look nervous again, but he complied. “Alright,” he said as he closed the door and walked over to the futons. Sakura quickly removed her school uniform, neatly folded them, and placed them on the edge of the room. All she had left on were her bra and panties. They weren’t the sexiest she had, but it was fine.

Turning around she saw Shirou with his back to her. He had taken his shirt and was seated on the floor, waiting for Sakura to change. Smiling, Sakura got onto her hands and knees and quietly crawled over to him.

“Sakura, are yo…,” Shirou began to ask before he was interrupted by the sensation of soft flesh pressing against his back. Looking back, he saw Sakura pressing herself against his back. All she had on were her bra and panties. Her arms gently wrapped around Shirou.

“Sempai,” Sakura quietly whispered into Shirou’s ear. “There is something I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“Wha…what is it,” he asked quietly but, in his heart, he knew what she was going to say.

“That I love you, sempai,” Sakura replied. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Sakura could feel Shirou’s heart pounding as she spoke. She moved in closer, pressing her breasts against him until her lips were right next to his ear.

“So please, sempai,” she whispered in a sultry tone. “Make me into your woman.”

With that, Sakura lifted herself off of Shirou as he turned to face her. His face was blushing but he seemed to be happy. “I will,” he said as he moved forward and pressed his lips against hers.