Kasumi kept clenching her teeth, and Kenshin kept tenderly and lovingly stroking her smooth, firm thighs and squeezing her soft ass, kissing the girl's neck.
As soon as she tasted blood on her tongue, she instantly opened her eyes and stopped biting. All her anger immediately vanished, and without understanding why, she exclaimed: "Ah, Kenshin, sorry…"
"It's nothing, girl." he said between tender kisses on her smooth neck.
"Ah, stop it!" Kasumi said, but Kenshin paid no attention to her protests and only continued kissing the girl more intensely, squeezing her firm ass.
Kasumi felt guilty for the strong bite and didn't want to bite or scratch him again, so for about thirty seconds she simply stood and allowed this insolent guy to kiss her.
By the end of Kenshin's caresses, she was already breathing heavily and moaning loudly, unable to find even a drop of self-control to suppress these shameful sounds.
As soon as he stopped kissing her neck, Kasumi inwardly sighed with relief, but the next moment Kenshin unexpectedly turned her to face him and pressed his lips to her sweet cherry lips.
Kasumi was in shock. From surprise she couldn't move. Her first kiss was taken by a cunning, insolent guy who, on top of everything, was still groping her ass! If any other guy dared this, even unable to move she would have bitten off his tongue. But Kenshin was different; Kasumi, without understanding why, even in anger didn't resort to such radical measures.
Instead, the guilt for the strong bite instantly vanished, and the black-haired beauty dug her sharp nails into his back, leaving eight long scratches. Despite her angry behavior, Kasumi felt incredibly good. Before, she had often wondered why many young guys and girls constantly kissed, held hands, or even had sex. These feelings were unknown to her, but now she understood.
She understood how pleasant it was, but suddenly became angry with herself for enjoying something that by all moral standards was wrong. Moreover, from childhood she had been taught to preserve her chastity for the husband the clan would choose.
She guessed Shikaku wanted to marry her to his young son when he grew up. Kasumi felt no particular emotions toward Shikamaru, nor he toward her. The future Nara clan head was even lazier than the rest of the clan's men and, thanks to his excellent intellect, always tried to escape any responsibility. This greatly annoyed Kasumi and fundamentally clashed with her idea of a future husband.
Kenshin understood he had gone too far, so after ten seconds of passionate kissing, at the very moment when Kasumi involuntarily began responding, he stopped and looked into her wonderful black eyes.
"Sorry, Kasumi. You're an incredible girl, I couldn't restrain myself…" Kenshin said with a sigh and completely removed his hands from her firm ass.
Kasumi blushed and looked away. To her surprise she discovered she couldn't stay angry with this scoundrel for long, and after an awkward pause said: "You too… Um, sorry for the bite…"
After that they climbed out of the water, dried off, and changed. This time the girl put on the same black pants, but her black t-shirt had fallen on the floor and gotten a little dirty, so she wore another t-shirt. Kenshin had thoughtfully placed several different t-shirts and shorts in the changing room so the girls could always change if they got wet or dirty. To Kasumi's deep regret, she had to remove her black bra because it showed through the white fabric.
Kenshin needed to check the progress of Eleventh and Twelfth, who had come of age. Yesterday he had little time to properly deal with them, and this morning he had tasked Ichiro with handling the younger brothers' training. Ichiro had passed it on to someone else, but Kenshin didn't care.
On the way to the gym, Kasumi finally asked who these "eternal Genin" were. She clearly saw their achievements and fairly believed that if a shinobi remained a Genin at twenty, the chances of further development were extremely low.
The girl also clearly saw that Kenshin was an ordinary person and couldn't use chakra at all. She was insanely curious what this place was, who Kenshin was, and why a decent group of Genin was completely under his control.
Kenshin skillfully changed the subject, casually mentioning that they were his people, and she would learn the rest only if she agreed to become his wife. Kasumi grew angry again and said:
"I am a daughter of the Nara Clan and will never become the wife of such a shameless scoundrel as you!" she growled, putting her hands on her hips and pouting.
Kenshin adored the rebellious nature of the black-haired beauty and, unable to resist, pulled her close and lightly pressed her back against the wall.
His face was centimeters from hers, and Kasumi didn't know what to do. Her first thought was to push him away, but she didn't, finding an excuse for herself that it was useless.
Kenshin carefully tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, then lightly kissed her lips again, running his left hand along her incredibly tender thigh. Kasumi couldn't suppress a gentle moan, and contrary to all her principles, her lips moved on their own and began lightly responding.
"Why not? Look how good we are together. Don't you want to escape all the clan restrictions and breathe freely?" Kenshin asked, lightly taking her chin and looking into her wonderful eyes. With the "Patriarch Mind" ability he had learned to catch echoes of a person's brightest emotions, and after half a day of close contact with Kasumi he understood what gnawed at her.
In response to Kenshin's words, Kasumi could only blink while breathing heavily. His words hit the bullseye. The last hour she had been torn between thoughts of duty and her personal feelings. With every minute spent next to this guy, the idea of becoming at least his girlfriend seemed less terrible. The icy heart of the black-haired kunoichi, for the first time in many years, faltered and decided to awaken from prolonged slumber into the gentle hands of a beloved man.