Chapter 2

The daimyo watched Sakura walk back toward him, his eyes never leaving her. He let out a slow breath, clearly enjoying the way she kept staring at his hard length without saying anything at all.

“There’s nothing in your way,” he told her calmly. “No one will find out. I won’t tell anyone. I came here for a medical check, and that’s exactly what I got.”

Sakura let out a quiet sigh as she reached out and wrapped her hand around the older man’s pulsing shaft. Her fingers trembled just a little as she began to move, stroking him slowly at first. There was a clear pause in her actions, like part of her was still unsure if she should keep going.

It felt warm in her grip, heavy and far bigger than she was used to. Compared to her husband’s, it felt overwhelming, and the reality of what she was doing finally hit her. She was married. She had a child. And yet here she was, holding another man like this.

She had never held anything this thick before. The size alone made her heart jump in her chest when she realized it was about as thick as a soda can. The thought sent a strange mix of nerves and excitement through her body.

A small, soft smile formed on her lips as she glanced up at him, her hand starting to move faster. Her grip tightened just a bit as she picked up the pace, trying to focus on what she was doing instead of what it meant.

Sakura soon began to work him properly, giving him a steady handjob. She told herself it was the least she could do if she was going to go this far, if she was really going to help him finish.

Still, she wanted something for herself too. She wanted this to ease the stress weighing on her chest, not just please him. “If you’re doing this for me…” she said quietly, her voice shaky but honest, “then I don’t think using my hand is going to be enough. I’ll need more than that if I want to calm myself down too.”

The man didn’t say a word at first. He only nodded as he watched her lean in, her tongue lightly brushing against the tip of him. Even then, her hand never stopped moving, sliding along his length as she teased him slowly and carefully.

The daimyo smiled at the sight and ran his tongue across his lips. He reached out and cupped Sakura’s cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin in a way that made her blush deepen.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “Go at your own speed. By the time we’re finished, you’re going to wish I was your husband instead of him. Of course, you’ll go back to him when this is over, but I can always return for more checkups if that helps you.”

There was clear confidence in his voice, almost too much of it. His eyes stayed locked on her as he spoke, his lips moving slowly, watching her face grow redder with every word.

Sakura let out a nervous breath and gave him a look that mixed doubt with disbelief. “You really are confident, aren’t you…?” she murmured. “I still don’t think I should be doing this. And yet somehow, you managed to talk a married mother into touching you just because you got hard in front of her.”

Sakura let out a small chuckle as she leaned in and flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft again. This time, it earned her a quiet, breathy moan from him, and she could feel the slight twitch under her hand.

“But you shouldn’t get too full of yourself,” she said softly. “Don’t forget which one of us is the medical ninja here, and which one of us is just a normal civilian.”

She slowly dragged her tongue across her own lips the same way he had earlier, clearly mocking him on purpose. At the same time, her hand began to twist and turn, rotating around his throbbing length with more confidence than before.

There was nothing holding her back now. She fully intended to make sure he finished, and just as importantly, that she got something out of this too. She wasn’t about to let this be one sided.

Even if using her hand alone wasn’t the most exciting thing for her, she knew it was only the beginning. It was the first step toward the kind of fun she suspected they were both going to share before this was over.

Still, she lowered her head again and carefully circled her tongue around the head of the daimyo’s shaft, taking her time and teasing him as much as she could. Every small movement was done on purpose, meant to drag things out just a little longer.

He was completely under her control, and she was very aware of it. As much as part of her wondered what it would feel like to take all of him down her throat or feel him filling her completely, she knew that for now, she was the one in charge.

That thought didn’t last long though. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered how easily she tended to fall apart during sex, how quickly she usually gave in once someone else took control of her body.

Even so, Sakura kept her eyes locked on him as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge. She could tell it wouldn’t take much longer before he came and covered her hand, maybe even her face.

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t hesitate or try to avoid it. She already knew it would leave her a complete mess, but that didn’t bother her. She could always clean herself up before heading home.