Rasa glanced at Sakura a few times before slowly closing his eyes.
Having wiped the sweat from Rasa's inner thighs, Sakura pursed her lips and began to clean his thighs.
During this time, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly subtle.
Sakura kept her head lowered, her movements stiff as she wiped Rasa's calves with the towel.
A bead of sweat rolled down from her smooth forehead, landing squarely on the back of her pale left hand.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Sakura could hear her own heart beating faster and faster due to her nervousness.
With a somewhat rigid expression, she lifted her head. First, she glanced at Rasa's towering python.
Then, looking at Rasa, she said with flickering eyes:
"Sasuke-kun, do you want me to help you relieve your... needs?"
Rasa slowly opened his eyes and nodded gently.
"You may."
Seeing "Sasuke" agree.
Sakura instantly let out a breath of relief, her tense expression relaxing slightly.
First, she used the towel to wipe the sweat from her palms.
Then, Sakura adjusted her kneeling posture. She extended her slender left hand and, with very inexperienced movements, gripped Rasa's dragon.
So hot!
So hard!
That was Sakura's first reaction upon holding it.
And this was only in a semi-hard state.
In her memory, Sasuke's thing wasn't this big at all.
Why had it suddenly grown so much?
Doubts flashed through Sakura's mind, but she tossed them aside.
Taking a deep breath, she wrapped both hands around the dragon and began to move them up and down, her technique clearly unskilled.
The dragon pulsed powerfully in Sakura's hands.
Feeling the hardness and the scalding heat as her hands moved up and down, Sakura's face turned bright red.
She felt a strange sensation welling up in her lower body, accompanied by a faint wetness.
Rasa, lying on the bed and enjoying the service, assessed his condition. Confirming his body could withstand a bit of activity, he made his move.
Rasa sat up and reached under Sakura's top, his hands expertly caressing her soft, smooth belly.
"Ah... Mmh!"
Sakura, who had been focusing on her handiwork, suddenly felt rough hands slide under her clothes and stroke her stomach.
Her body trembled slightly, her grip on Rasa's dragon tightening reflexively as a moan escaped her lips.
The sudden pressure on his cock made Rasa let out a sound of pleasure.
"Hss!"
Hearing the noise, Sakura, who had been lost in strange sensations, snapped back to reality.
She immediately loosened her grip, asking cautiously:
"Sasuke-kun, did I hurt you?"
Rasa shook his head. His hands moved up to cup Sakura's modest, palm-sized breasts.
He deftly unhooked her bra and began to knead her soft, elastic breasts, saying:
"I'm fine. Continue."
Her breasts suddenly under attack, waves of tingling pleasure washed over Sakura.
She felt her body going weak.
Blushing furiously, she nodded, panting slightly as she placed her hands back on Rasa's dragon and resumed the up-and-down motion.
Rasa enjoyed the exquisite sensation from his hands and lower body. He glanced at the photo of Sasuke on the wall, and the thrill in his heart intensified.
With a sudden flip, Rasa pinned Sakura beneath him.
Being pinned down, Sakura let out a cry of surprise, reaching out to push him away.
"Ah!"
Realizing she couldn't move him, Sakura dropped her hands helplessly, her face full of worry as she tried to persuade him:
"Sasuke-kun, you're still injured. You can't do strenuous exercise."
But Rasa, now fueled by lust, wasn't listening.
Moreover, he knew perfectly well that a bit of vigorous activity wouldn't aggravate his wounds.
Rasa released Sakura's breasts.
Then, he pushed her top all the way up to her neck.
Seeing her clothes pushed up, exposing her entire pale upper body to the bedroom air.
Sakura whispered, almost on the verge of tears:
"Sasuke-kun, your injuries are really severe right now. Can't we wait a few days?"
"I only wanted to help you with my hand..."
"Ah... Mmh!"
Before Sakura could finish, she cried out, her long legs instantly tensing.
Rasa had buried his face in her chest and begun to suck on her left nipple.
With one of her most sensitive spots under attack, Sakura's already heated body burned even hotter.
Her lower body, already damp, began to flood, love juices flowing freely.
Sakura's eyes, which had barely retained a shred of reason, now turned misty and glazed.
Involuntarily, she reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around Rasa's head.
As if wanting his lips to delve even deeper into her body.
Meanwhile, outside the house.
Sarada, having taken out the trash and bought groceries, walked through the front door and began changing her shoes.
After changing her shoes, she glanced curiously at the kitchen.
But her mother wasn't there.
Sarada frowned slightly. She had been gone for over ten minutes.
Mama should have finished changing Papa's bandages by now, right?
So why wasn't she anywhere to be seen?
Sarada looked around but found no trace of her mother.
So, she walked to the master bedroom and looked at the closed door.
She was about to knock when she suddenly heard strange noises coming from inside.
"Mmh... Ahh...!"
Hearing the familiar yet bizarre female sounds.
Although only twelve, Sarada understood the birds and the bees. Her face flushed crimson instantly.
She hurriedly retracted her hand, her breathing quickening as she pushed up her glasses nervously.
Mama and Papa are doing... that... in the room right now?
I was only gone for ten minutes to take out the trash and buy food.
In such a short time, they started... doing it?
And Papa is seriously injured! How can they be in the mood for this?
Besides, with Papa's personality, he wouldn't do this kind of thing in broad daylight, would he?
Countless questions flashed through Sarada's mind.
A few seconds later, she clenched her fists, intending to turn and leave.
But after taking just one step, she stopped inexplicably.
Sarada stood stiffly in place, listening to the increasingly loud noises from the room, and managed to find a "reasonable" excuse for her behavior.
Yes. I'm just staying here so I can rush in if anything unexpected happens!