Karura had already prepared herself to be scolded by Rasa, and she had even thought of her apology.
But she didn't expect that Rasa wouldn't even mention that he had secretly read this kind of book.
The feeling of happiness quickly filled her mind.
Karura was originally a woman who was very easy to satisfy.
Especially when it came to Rasa.
Karura leaned her soft body against him. She breathed in his familiar scent and murmured softly:
"Yesterday I went to the village bookstore to look for that type of book, since I don't have much experience. But after searching for a while, I couldn't find it.
Later, in the most remote corner, I found another kind of book. There was only one copy, and it was this Icha Icha Paradise."
At this point, Karura instinctively added:
"It seems like a rough draft or something. It only teaches women how to fall in love. There aren't any descriptions of that aspect at all."
Rasa found Karura's last words both amusing and a little sad.
She clearly cared deeply about her feelings for him and was afraid he might misunderstand her, which was why she said such words.
But in a way, it made sense.
Jiraiya must have been trying to write a rough draft of Icha Icha Paradise.
Maybe he even tried a trial publication to see how the market would respond.
It would still be years before he officially published Icha Icha Paradise, and by then, he would have cut out all the unreliable content.
Rasa looked straight into Karura's eyes.
In her clear, bright gaze, he saw his own reflection—eyes filled with deep affection, enough to melt him.
In the original story, Karura was a tragic yet pure woman who died giving birth to Gaara.
Even so, she poured her last bit of maternal love into him and protected Gaara for more than ten years.
For such a tragic woman, Rasa couldn't help but feel respect, because he knew he could never have done the same.
"Karura, I like you very much too. Even if what just happened hadn't happened, I had already planned to find a chance to confess to you in a few days."
"I'm also really happy that you confessed to me first today. This proves that your love for me is greater than mine for you."
Rasa knew how much courage it took for a modest, decent girl to confess first.
Especially for someone like Karura, who had no experience in love and was the very image of a Yamato Nadeshiko—a good wife and mother.
To take this step required even more courage than for other women.
That's why Rasa spoke those words—to give Karura reassurance.
The effect was immediate.
Her eyes slowly welled up with tears, which finally spilled over.
It wasn't that Rasa's words were particularly poetic.
Even though they came from his heart, they were still straightforward, almost clumsy.
But that couldn't be helped. Karura herself was too gentle, and the way men and women interacted in the Sand Village was like this.
Of course, the most important factor was the 200 points of favorability.
With that level of affection, even if Rasa had been dozens of times more awkward, Karura would still have been moved.
Rasa gazed silently at her tear-stained face.
He stretched out his left hand and gently wiped her tears with his fingers.
His fingertips brushed her delicate, fair skin, still warm and damp.
Feeling that soft, fragile sensation, Rasa realized more deeply—
This world wasn't just a fictional one from his past life.
It was real.
"Don't cry, you're still a genius kunoichi, after all."
Rasa's clumsy attempt at comfort only made Karura's nose sting more.
She sniffled softly, but didn't speak.
He spent several minutes gently wiping away her tears.
When he finally finished, he studied her soft face, still faintly marked by weeping.
The room was silent. Man and woman stared into each other's eyes, their heartbeats seemingly audible.
The air grew heavy with unspoken meaning.
Rasa leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly onto Karura's inviting lips.
It was the most direct way to show his feelings.
"Mm…"
A soft cry escaped Karura.
Her small, soft lips were immediately sealed by Rasa's.
Her indigo pupils widened in surprise.
But then, she gently closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing red.
At first, she responded clumsily, but sweetly, to Rasa's passionate kiss.
Although Rasa didn't have much experience, he had watched many related things before.
His tongue slipped past Karura's lips like a snake, entwining tightly with her timid, retreating tongue.
She tried her best to match him.
At first, her tongue only brushed his lightly before retreating like a frightened rabbit.
But then, as though recalling something, she stretched it out again.
This time, she tried to intertwine it with his.
Rasa closed his eyes, savoring the gentle touch of her lips pressed against his, the alluring fragrance filling his mouth, the sweet nectar on his tongue.
As time passed, Karura gradually adapted.
Her unfamiliar tongue movements became more fluid, and she began taking the initiative to entwine with his.
The two kissed deeply for several minutes.
Even though both were jōnin, their breathing inevitably grew heavy.
Rasa, feeling unsatisfied, opened his eyes and pulled her closer into his arms, as if he wanted to fuse her with himself.
His hands slid back, then forward, slipping into Karura's clothes and directly grasping her full, soft breasts.
Even through her undergarments, he could feel their warmth, elasticity, and astonishing softness.
He couldn't resist squeezing gently, his eyes narrowing from the intoxicating sensation.
Rasa had touched her most private places, the forbidden areas of a woman.
Her whole body, once relaxed, tensed instantly.
She opened her eyes, gazing at him lovingly.
Yet she didn't resist—only silently allowed his hands to explore.
As he continued kneading, a warm current coursed through her body, and an unfamiliar, embarrassing sensation reached her brain.
Her tense body gradually softened, leaving her weak and powerless.
Rasa kissed her hungrily as his hands caressed her soft flesh.
Her breathing grew rapid, her entire body flushed a pink.
After a few more seconds, she couldn't hold on any longer.
Karura broke the kiss, gasping for breath, but an involuntary moan slipped from her lips.
Rasa could feel his dick hardening, pressing against her softness.
By now, his senses were overwhelmed.
He no longer cared what time it was or whether someone else was nearby.
His hands slid, slipping beneath her Bra until he touched her soft breasts directly.
Karura's chest quivered under his hands, the pleasure intensifying, flooding her mind.
Her thoughts exploded into a blank haze, and the words on her lips turned into a long, alluring moan.
Rasa, breathing heavily, teased her sensitive nipples—pinching, rolling, rubbing—until they grew harder beneath his fingers.
It was his first time experiencing the beauty of a woman's body in reality.
And Karura wasn't just any woman—she was a rare beauty.
Tsunade had appeared twice in his dreams, and while the feeling there wasn't so different from reality, in the end, they were still dreams—lacking the vividness of true sensation.
Now, with Karura, Rasa felt as though a dam of desire inside him was about to burst.
No matter how he tried to control it, the feeling only grew stronger.
His mind clouded, the only thought left was to make Karura his.
His hands moved down, sliding over her smooth stomach toward the forbidden place below.
Her body was soft. She leaned against him weakly, her eyes shining with joy and excitement.
At that moment, the two of them had already forgotten there was a third person in the room.
Yasha Rei leaned against the closed kitchen door, her face flushed red.
She pressed her slender legs together, her breathing slightly heavy.
A few minutes earlier, Yasha Rei had already finished preparing all the ingredients in the kitchen.
Just as she was about to open the door to check on them…
But suddenly, a strange sound came from outside the door.
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