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The grayish light of dawn crept through the slits in the curtains of the small apartment that Sasuke Uchiha had rented on the outskirts of Konoha. He had just turned eighteen a few months ago and loved being away from society.
He shifted under the tangled sheets. The heat that had built up during the night was concentrated between his legs: a strong, almost painful morning erection that pressed insistently against the thin fabric of his black sleep pants.
Sasuke let out a low sigh, somewhere between annoyed and resigned. He knew it wasn't going to go away just by ignoring it.
He sat up slowly, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. The apartment was in semi-darkness; only the faint hum of the distant city could be heard through the half-open window.
He slid the waistband of his pants down just enough to free his cock, already fully erect, hot and sensitive to the touch. He wrapped his right hand around it, fingers firm but still slow, and began to move with a leisurely, almost mechanical rhythm.
At first, he was only seeking relief. But his mind, treacherous as always, began to wander.
He thought of Sakura.
Of how she looked lately: her pink hair longer, her green eyes bright with determination, and the body that had changed with years of training. Sasuke would never admit it out loud, but the image of Sakura had been slipping into his most private thoughts with increasing frequency. He imagined her slender, precise handswith that kunoichi strength capable of shattering rocks with only one touch.
How would she touch herself when she was alone?
His hand sped up a little as the scene formed in his mind.
He imagined her in her room, the door locked, lying on the bed with her legs slightly parted. Would she start by touching herself over her underwear, feeling the fabric grow damp? Or would she go straight in, sliding her fingers under the material, parting her soft folds and seeking that sensitive spot he could only imagine?
He thought about how her fingers would move: slow circles at first, exploring, learning what pressure felt best that morning. Would she breathe heavily, letting out small gasps she tried to hold back? Would she arch her back as the pleasure built?
Sasuke closed his eyes tighter, his hand moving faster now, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock with every upward stroke. The skin felt hot, slick with the precum that was already beginning to leak.
«How does it feel for them?» he wondered as the image of Sakura became sharper in his mind.
He imagined her biting her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly, her cheeks flushed, her pink hair messy across the pillow.
Maybe she used two fingers to rub her clit in quick, precise movements, or perhaps she slowly slid one finger inside herself, curling it to find that inner spot that made her tremble. Did she think of someone while she did it? Did she think of him?
The thought hit him hard. His breathing grew heavier, the rhythm of his hand almost frantic now. He imagined Sakura lying face down, pressing her hips against the bed and grinding against her own hand, thighs clenched, her body trembling as her orgasm approached. Would she moan his name under her breath? Or would she come in silence, biting the pillow, legs shaking?
The pleasure built quickly, tightening his abdominal muscles. Sasuke clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control, but the fantasy was too vivid.
At the exact moment the orgasm tore through him intensely, he thought clearly of Sakura: her green eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her mouth slightly open, letting out a muffled moan. He came hard, hot spurts landing on his abdomen and his hand, while his mind replayed the image of her reaching her own climax.
He stayed still for several seconds, breathing heavily, his heart pounding hard in his chest. His hand still wrapped around his cock, now sensitive and slowly softening.
When his breathing had calmed down a little, a new and dangerous idea settled in his head.
"I've never seen how they do it... and I've never asked her."
He stared at the white ceiling of the apartment, Sakura's image still burned into his mind. Curiosity mixed with something deeper, something he didn't want to name. He decided right then and there that the next time he saw her alone, he would ask her directly. No beating around the bush. Something simple and raw, just like his style:
"Sakura... how do you masturbate?"
He knew she would turn red as a tomato, that she would probably hit him or tell him to go to hell first. But the thought of seeing her reaction —and maybe, just maybe, getting an answer— made a small, crooked smile appear on his lips for a second.
He got up from the bed, cleaning himself with a handkerchief he kept on the nightstand, and headed to the bathroom. The cold shower water would wash away the traces of the morning, but the decision had already been made. He was going to ask Sakura. Soon.
After the cold shower that barely managed to clear his mind, Sasuke dressed in his usual clothes: a tight black shirt and dark pants. He had just finished lacing up his boots when a messenger crow flew in through the half-open window. The bird dropped a sealed scroll bearing the Hokage's emblem.
Sasuke opened it with a neutral expression.
"Sasuke Uchiha,
By order of the Sixth Hokage, Hatake Kakashi, you are required to report immediately to Konoha Central Hospital for the mandatory medical check-ups prior to your next S-rank mission. You must come today.
No delays will be accepted.— Kakashi"
Sasuke clicked his tongue lightly. Kakashi and his sudden orders. Still, he obeyed. He knew that resisting would only complicate things.
He arrived at the hospital shortly after noon. The place was bustling as always: nurses coming and going, the smell of antiseptic floating in the air. He asked at reception and was told that Dr. Haruno Sakura would see him personally in examination room 7.
When he entered, Sakura was already waiting for him. She wore her white coat open over her kunoichi uniform, her pink hair tied up in a high ponytail, and surgical gloves on her hands. Her green eyes lit up when she saw him, though she tried to hide it behind a professional demeanor.
"Sasuke-kun. Punctual, as always," she said with a slight smile. "Kakashi-sensei told me you'd be coming. Please, sit on the examination table. Let's make this quick."
The check-up was meticulous. Sakura took his blood pressure, checked his reflexes, listened to his heart and lungs, palpated his lymph nodes, and examined his old scars. Sasuke remained seated on the table, shirtless, watching her every movement with an intensity he didn't bother to hide.
His eyes followed Sakura's hands as she slid her fingers across his chest to listen to his lungs, noticing how the gloves stretched over his skin. He observed the curve of her neck when she leaned in to check his eyes, the faint scent of soap and medicinal herbs she carried.
Every time she got close, he remembered the image from that morning: Sakura alone in her room, legs spread, fingers moving between her thighs, her breathing ragged.
The morning erection had already passed, but the memory made his body react again, a slight tension beneath his pants that he disguised by crossing his legs.
Sakura finished noting down the last data in her folder. She peeled off her gloves with a snap and washed her hands at the sink in the room.
"Everything is perfect, as expected," she said, turning toward him. "Your chakra levels are stable, there are no hidden injuries, and you're in optimal condition for the mission. Any questions?"
Sasuke stared at her in silence for several seconds. The room was relatively dim, lit only by the light coming through the high window. His heart was beating harder than usual, but his expression remained impassive.
The curiosity that had been born that morning in his apartment now burned insistently. He didn't want to wait any longer.
He got down from the examination table slowly, still shirtless, and took a step toward her. His voice came out low, direct, without any preamble:
"Sakura."
She raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Sasuke looked straight into her green eyes and asked with complete calm, as if he were asking about the weather forecast:
"How do you masturbate, Sakura?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Sakura froze, her eyes wide open, her cheeks flushing with a sudden, intense red. The folder in her hands nearly slipped to the floor.
"W-what...?"
Sasuke didn't look away. His expression was serious, almost clinical, but there was a faint gleam of genuine curiosity in his black eyes
"I want to know," he continued in the same low, calm voice. "This morning I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've never seen how a girl does it. And I thought... you could tell me."
Sakura swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.
"Sasuke-kun... are you serious?" she asked, almost in a whisper, still flushed all the way down her neck. "You want me to explain... how I masturbate?"
Sasuke nodded once, without hesitation. "Yes. I want to know. I couldn't stop thinking about it this morning."
Sakura let out a sound that was half a moan of embarrassment and half a nervous laugh. She ran her hands over her face, trying to regain some composure, though the blush refused to fade.
"Okay... okay," she murmured at last, taking a deep breath. "How do you want me to explain it? With words? With... details?"
Before Sasuke could answer, an idea seemed to light up in her mind. Sakura looked up at him, her cheeks still burning, but with a sudden determination in her eyes.
"Wait. I have a better idea. Come with me."
She took him gently by the arm and led him out of the examination room. They walked through the hospital corridors until they reached a smaller, more private room in the gynecology wing.
Sakura locked the door behind them and turned on the lights. In the center of the room was a special examination table, and on a side table, a life-sized female anatomical model: a female pelvic torso with removable parts, made of realistic medical material.
Sakura approached the model, still visibly nervous. She cleared her throat and began to explain, pointing with a slightly trembling finger:
"Well... girls aren't exactly the same as boys. Most of the pleasure is usually concentrated right here," she said, gently touching the upper part of the model's vulva. "The clitoris. It has thousands of nerve endings. Most of us start by rubbing in circles, softly at first... like this."
She moved her finger in slow circular motions over the area. Then she gently parted the model's lips with two fingers.
"Some prefer rubbing up and down, or pressing with their whole palm. Others... slide one or two fingers inside, curling them upward to touch this spot right here," she pointed to the inside of the model. "It feels different, deeper. And meanwhile, your breathing speeds up, your body gets hot... sometimes we touch our breasts at the same time or imagine things."
She paused, explaining a couple more variations: how some girls lie face down and grind against their hand, or how they use the shower so the water hits the clitoris directly. Her voice was low and professional at first, but it grew increasingly embarrassed. The blush on her cheeks hadn't faded at all; if anything, it seemed to deepen with every word.
Sasuke watched everything with absolute attention, his black eyes fixed on the model and on the movements of Sakura's fingers.
He frowned slightly when she finished.
"...It's not very clear," he said honestly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "I can imagine it, but it still feels... abstract. It's not the same as seeing it."
Sakura stared at him for a second, biting her lower lip hard. Her face was so red it looked like it was about to explode. She took several deep breaths, internally debating with herself, until she finally spoke in a voice that was barely audible:
"Then... I can show you. In person. At your apartment... after 7 p.m. When I finish my shift. No one will bother us there."
The words came out almost in a whisper, heavy with embarrassment and something else she didn't dare name. She didn't lift her gaze from the floor as she said it.
Sasuke remained silent for a few seconds, processing the offer. A small spark of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that calm intensity that defined him.
"At seven," he confirmed simply, nodding once. "I'll be waiting."
Sakura nodded quickly, still not daring to meet his eyes, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
"Now... put your shirt back on and get out of here before someone sees us," she murmured, still flushed all the way to her ears. "And Sasuke-kun... not a word of this to anyone."
The clock showed exactly 7:00 p.m. when there was a soft knock on the door of Sasuke's small apartment. The sun had already set behind Konoha's buildings, leaving the sky in shades of orange and violet that filtered through the half-open curtains.
Sasuke, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed reviewing a mission map, looked up. He stood up calmly and opened the door.
There stood Sakura.
She had completely changed out of her hospital clothes after her shift. She was wearing a simple cream-colored blouse with short sleeves and a modest neckline that gently hugged her figure, along with a black pleated skirt that reached mid-thigh.
Her pink hair, still damp from her recent shower, fell loosely over her shoulders, carrying a soft scent of lavender soap and herbal shampoo. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but her cheeks were already flushed with a deep, intense red that contrasted with her usual pale skin.
Her green eyes avoided looking directly at him, fixed instead on a spot on the floor.
She was clearly nervous. Her hands twisted slightly in front of her, and it was obvious how hard she was swallowing.
"...I'm here," she murmured, her voice low, almost a whisper. She took a small step inside when Sasuke moved aside to let her in. "I... I showered before coming. I didn't want to smell like hospital."
She closed the door behind her with a soft click. The apartment was silent, lit only by a floor lamp in the corner and the faint light of dusk filtering through the window. The air felt heavier than usual.
Sakura stood in the middle of the room, hugging herself with one arm while the blush on her cheeks refused to fade. She glanced briefly at Sasuke before looking away again, biting her lower lip.
"Sasuke-kun... I still think this is crazy," she said softly, though not entirely regretful. "But... I promised you. So... here I am."
She finally lifted her gaze, her green eyes shining with a mix of intense embarrassment, nervousness, and a spark of something braver.
Her breathing was slightly uneven, and the flush spread from her cheeks down to her neck and the upper part of her chest visible above the blouse.
"Where... do you want me to do it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "On the bed? Or... would you rather I explain with more details first?"
She stood there, waiting for his answer, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it in the silence of the apartment. Her legs felt a little weak, but she didn't move. She had come. She had kept her word. And now, under the soft light of dusk, she waited for Sasuke to decide how to continue.
"On the bed," he said simply, with that low, direct voice that left no room for hesitation
Sakura swallowed again and nodded. She walked over to Sasuke's bed, which was made but with the sheets still slightly rumpled from the morning. She sat on the edge, hands resting on her thighs, and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
Sasuke approached and sat in front of her, close but not touching her yet. The light from the floor lamp cast soft shadows over both of them. The apartment was completely silent, the only sound being Sakura's slightly ragged breathing.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he murmured, though his black eyes clearly said that he wanted her to.
Sakura shook her head, still red as a tomato. "I promised you... and I want to keep it. It's just... I'm really nervous."
She kicked off her shoes and moved further up the bed, leaning back against the pillows. Her hands trembled slightly as she brought them to the hem of her skirt. She hesitated for a second, glanced at Sasuke's eyes, then looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm going to... start slowly, okay?" she whispered.
She slowly lifted her skirt until it was bunched up around her hips, revealing simple, clean white panties. Sasuke watched in silence, not missing a single detail. Sakura shyly parted her legs, giving him a clear view.
With her right hand still trembling, she slid her fingers over the fabric of her panties, pressing gently against her mound. She let out a small sigh.
"Usually I start like this... touching myself over my clothes first," she explained in a shaky voice. "I like feeling myself get wet little by little."
Her fingers began moving in slow circles over the fabric. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she felt the material starting to dampen under her touch. She glanced sideways at Sasuke, who was watching her with absolute concentration, his eyes fixed between her legs.
"Later... when I'm more aroused... I take my panties off."
With her other hand, she hooked the edge of her panties and slid them down her thighs, removing them completely and setting them aside on the bed. Now she was fully exposed to him. Her sex was slightly swollen and already glistening with wetness.
Sakura took a deep breath, spread her legs wider, and brought two fingers to her vulva. She slowly slid them between her folds, gently parting them so Sasuke could see.
"Here's the clitoris..." she whispered, touching the small nub with the pad of her middle finger. "It's the most sensitive part. Most of the time I rub it in circles... like this."
She started moving her finger in slow, precise circular motions. A small moan escaped her lips almost involuntarily. Her hips moved forward slightly on instinct.
"Sometimes I change the pressure... or rub it up and down..." she continued, demonstrating. "And when I'm really wet... I slide a finger inside."
She slowly slid her middle finger inside herself, curling it slightly upward. Her breathing grew more uneven. Sasuke's eyes never left the scene, watching every movement, every change in her expression.
"See...? This is how I... usually do it," she said in a broken voice, her fingers moving with increasing rhythm. "Sometimes I think in someone... while I'm doing it."
Her green eyes met his for a second, filled with shame and desire, before she looked away again.
Her fingers sped up a little. Soft, wet sounds began to fill the room along with their ragged breathing. Sakura was clearly becoming more aroused by the situation, despite her embarrassment. Her thighs trembled slightly and her chest rose and fell faster under her blouse.
Sasuke remained seated in front of her, completely focused, his jaw slightly tense and an obvious erection straining against his pants.
"Sasuke-kun... you can touch if you want. You don't have to just watch. If... if you get closer and want to feel how it is... you can."
Sasuke didn't answer with words right away. His black eyes dropped once more to Sakura's sex, watching how her own fingers sank in slowly and came out glistening with wetness. He felt an intense heat rise through his abdomen. Without saying anything, he moved closer on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. His right hand approached slowly and brushed the inside of Sakura's thigh, feeling the soft, hot skin.
His erection grew rapidly, pressing hard against the dark fabric, almost painful from how sudden it was. He swallowed discreetly, but didn't pull his hand away.
Sakura let out a small moan when Sasuke's fingers moved higher, caressing the sensitive skin near her vulva. She continued touching herself with her left hand, rubbing her clit in slow circles, while with her right she parted her folds a little more so he could see better.
"Here..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Touch here if you want. It's really sensitive."
Sasuke obeyed. His index finger gently brushed over Sakura's swollen clit. She shuddered visibly and let out a louder gasp. Sasuke's erection throbbed inside his pants at the feeling of how hot and slippery everything was. He pressed a little harder, imitating the circular motions she had shown him earlier, though with more clumsiness and curiosity than experience.
"Like that..." Sakura murmured, biting her lip. "A little softer at first... yes... just like that."
Her hips moved slightly toward Sasuke's hand, seeking more contact. She withdrew her own hand for a moment, letting him explore on his own. Sasuke slid two fingers between her folds, feeling the hot wetness that coated them. He slowly pushed one finger inside her, feeling the tight, slippery inner walls. Sakura arched her back with a low moan.
Sasuke's erection was now fully hard and obvious; the fabric of his pants stretched tightly, clearly outlining his shape. He could feel the rapid pulse in his cock as he moved his finger inside Sakura, curling it slightly the way she had explained with the model.
"It feels... different," Sasuke said in a low, rough voice, never taking his eyes off her. "Hotter... softer inside."
Sakura nodded, breathing heavily, her face completely flushed.
"Yes... and when I'm close... I usually rub my clit at the same time," she explained between gasps. "You can... you can do it if you want. With your other hand."
Sasuke withdrew his finger from inside her and brought the pads of two fingers to her clit, rubbing in firm circles while watching Sakura's reaction closely. His own erection throbbed with every moan she let out, pressing uncomfortably against his clothes. He felt the urge to free himself, but for now he focused on touching her, on learning exactly how her body responded.
Sakura gripped the sheets tightly, her hips moving against Sasuke's hand.
"Sasuke-kun... that feels good..." she whispered, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Don't stop..."
Sakura was panting, her hips rocking against Sasuke's fingers as he rubbed her clit in firm circles and explored her inside with the other finger. Her inner walls clenched around him, growing wetter and hotter. The flush on her face was total; her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth slightly open, releasing small moans she could no longer hold back.
"Sasuke-kun... wait..." she said between ragged breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Sometimes... when the orgasm is really strong... I can squirt. It's not pee, okay? It's... it's just fluid from the Skene's glands. It comes out hard when I'm really aroused and come intensely. Don't worry if it happens, alright? It's normal... for some girls."
She had barely finished explaining when Sasuke felt Sakura's body suddenly tense. Her thighs began to tremble violently around his hand. She arched her back sharply, gripping the sheets with white knuckles.
"Ah...! Sasuke... I'm coming...!"
Sakura let out a long, high-pitched moan, her entire body convulsing. Her inner walls clenched tightly around Sasuke's finger, pulsing rapidly. At the same time, a hot, clear jet shot out forcefully from her urethra, splashing against Sasuke's hand and the sheets beneath her. The squirt was intense, coming in several strong pulses while she kept coming, her eyes rolling back and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Sasuke watched it all without blinking, completely hypnotized. The hot liquid soaked his fingers and part of his wrist, and the slightly sweet, musky scent filled the air. Seeing Sakura fall apart like that —trembling, squirting, moaning his name— made his erection almost unbearable.
His cock had been fully hard for a while, but now it throbbed with painful intensity inside his pants. The black pants was stretched to its limit, clearly outlining his thick, erect shape. It hurt. His member pressed with such urgency against the zipper and the material that he felt a constant, uncomfortable throbbing, as if it were about to burst through the clothes. The head pulsed, sensitive and swollen, and a little precum had already dampened the inside of his boxers.
Sasuke clenched his jaw, breathing heavier. His hand remained between Sakura's legs, feeling the last spasms of her orgasm and the wet heat left behind after the squirt. He didn't move. He simply looked at her, his black eyes darkened with desire.
"...It hurts," he murmured in a rough voice, almost to himself, clearly referring to his throbbing, confined erection.
Sakura, still recovering from the massive climax, her legs trembling and her chest rising and falling rapidly, slowly opened her eyes. She saw the tense expression on Sasuke's face and looked down at his crotch, noticing the huge erection straining against his pants.
Her face, already flushed from the orgasm, turned an even deeper red.
"Sasuke-kun..." she whispered, her voice weak but laced with something new. "Do you... want me to help you with that?"