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Uchiha Sasako is a lonely girl. Everyone knows this.
This fact does not mean she is ill-tempered, bullied, or lazy. On the contrary, Sasako is a pretty young girl, quite popular among the girls and admired by almost all the boys. She is exceptionally beautiful, dignified, comes from an excellent family, and always ranks first at the ninja academy—a true lily about to bloom. In the summer, when she strolls through the streets in a yukata that reveals her arms, her snow-white skin glistens under the sun. Every shopkeeper along the road stops what they are doing, hoping for a glance from her, whispering among themselves, "That’s the second daughter of the Uchiha family." "What a beauty, radiant as the moon!"
Yet she is profoundly lonely, without a single friend. The reason is simple: Sasako has an older brother named Uchiha Itachi.
The Uchiha clan is an ancient family, holding high prestige in Konoha since the Warring States period. After Fugaku’s death, his eldest son, Uchiha Itachi, just thirteen years old, inherited the position of Uchiha clan head. In front of everyone, he beheaded a traitor with a single stroke of his blade, solidifying his authority in one move. Some still vividly recall the brutal scene at the funeral: the traitor’s head rolling to the ground, dead silence, the ninja tool in the young boy’s hand and his snow-white mourning robes soaked in dazzling, Dahlia-like blood. And yet, he could still smile and politely urge the attendees to continue drinking.
Truly a clever and ruthless character.
Uchiha Itachi is a fearsome master of political maneuvering, indifferent to women and seemingly immune to all temptations. Under his leadership, the Uchiha clan has flourished dramatically within just a few years, unblocked in both legitimate and underworld circles. However, unlike his innovative and cruel methods in managing the clan, Itachi himself is deeply conservative to the core. Before missions, he prays at the temple like an old man. When not on missions, he stays within the Uchiha compound, reading reports from the family business. The rest of his time, he dons an elegant haori and personally drives to the academy to pick up Sasako. Yes, not only is he demanding of himself, but he is also meticulous to an almost obsessive degree when it comes to his only sister, Sasako. The thought of anyone else caring for her makes him restless.
He is acutely aware of his young sister’s astonishing beauty, which makes him unexpectedly anxious, leading to a terrifying possessiveness and need for control: he forbids her from buying dusty persimmons from street vendors, forbids her from wearing mismatched hair ornaments with her kimono, forbids her from befriending blond boys who sit nearby but have poor grades, forbids her from wearing skirts above the knee, no matter how fashionable they are in Konoha. In truth, what he wants is to control every aspect of his sister’s life—because in his heart, Sasako exists for him, and he for her. Under this suffocating control, any boy who approaches Sasako immediately comes to Itachi’s attention, is labeled “delusional,” and is completely kicked out of Sasako’s sight.
Of course, there are always a few boys who occasionally manage to luck out and ask Sasako out to buy something. The shrewd ones rack their brains to buy her pretty hairpins, bags, or delicate little trinkets, attempting to win her favor and perhaps even hold her hand. But it is all useless! The next morning, Sasako is invariably wearing even more expensive, more elegant, and more magnificent accessories, their glittering gold dust making the infatuated boys’ attempts to please seem dull and pathetic. This is Uchiha Itachi’s cold warning to those with ill intentions: Please stay away from my darling.
He looks down on any boy who tries to get close to Sasako. Itachi often complains to others in the clan, or rather boasts: "My sister Sasako has been spoiled by me since childhood, she won’t touch anything subpar. Boys these days have no sincerity when pursuing girls, the cheap little things they give are worthless!"
But in all of Konoha, who else besides Uchiha Itachi would spend the earnings from an S-rank mission just to buy his sister a single roll of brocade for an obi?
If you have a friend, no matter how beautiful or outstanding she is, but every time you go out with her, you see shopkeepers hastily calling her brother, fawningly advising the "Second Young Miss Uchiha" to avoid spicy food, not even anything cold; if, by evening, unfamiliar servants wearing the Uchiha crest respectfully appear by her side, waiting without a word, just following, apply invisible pressure; if the gifts you exchange are always met with items so expensive that their value is immediately obvious, with your own reciprocated hairpins and bracelets forever absent from her—then any young person with a shred of self-respect naturally withdraws their friendly advances. They understand just how precious, how meticulously cared-for this young lady is, and wisely stay away.
This is exactly what Uchiha Itachi wants. Sasako is a princess in a high tower, and only he can climb up using her long hair.
But there is an exception. Like the new boy with sunshine-yellow hair and ocean-blue eyes named Uzumaki Naruto.
"—What?! You’ve never had Ichiraku Ramen? That’s just tragic, believe it!"
No one has ever dared to say that the second lady of the Uchiha clan is tragic. Sasako looked at him, a hint of puzzlement in her eyes. Her skin was porcelain fair, her lips a striking crimson, her eyelashes long and dark like raven feathers. Her expression was usually cool and detached, but when she focused on someone, it was utterly captivating. She spoke with measured precision: "My brother says it’s junk food."
"Aww, he just doesn’t want you to have the good stuff! Lunch is on me today dattebayo!"
"There’s no need. The shopkeeper will tell my brother and then ask me to register, my brother will transfer the money to their account."
Naruto gazed at her with genuine sympathy, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Terrible, you have no freedom at all! We just learned the Transformation Technique today. Wanna use it? You can pretend to be someone else and skip afternoon classes to try it!"
Uchiha Sasako’s heart began to pound wildly. She didn’t particularly like this new blond boy, and she had zero interest in the ramen. But in his words, she caught a glimpse of something else: going out, deceiving her brother with a transformation jutsu, spending time with a boy she barely knew. To Sasako, it was absurd, reckless, downright treasonous! Yet, Naruto’s words stirred a strange heat within her, an itch, something beginning to sprout. She was tasting the word "freedom" on his lips.
She wondered, is lying to my brother what freedom feels like? She had never tried it.
Uchiha Itachi would never have imagined that a boy’s idea of a first date with the jewel of the Uchiha clan would be cheap street ramen. But Uzumaki Naruto did just that. Not only did he take her, he even encouraged her to use a transformation, fed her cheap noodle soup with green peppers and fish cakes, bought her the latest issue of Icha Icha Paradise, and even made her wait outside a foul-smelling public restroom! Yet, Sasako accepted it all with exhilaration: for that one hour, no shopkeeper called Uchiha Itachi, no servant stood guard nearby, no clansmen bowed upon seeing her and respectfully uttered “Second Young Miss,” leading to an endless exchange of polite gestures. Nothing!
The lunch break was almost over. Naruto suggested playing hooky to hit up another spot, but Sasako suddenly felt a prickling unease.
She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched—a cold, predatory gaze, like a carnivore sizing up its prey. The sensation was unnerving. She shoved the Icha Icha Paradise back into Naruto’s hand. "I have to go back!"
"Huh? But it’s still early! Want me to call your brother?"
Sasako suddenly grew frantic, on the verge of tears. "There’s no time!"
"What do you mean… Hey, your book, your book!!"
But Sasako was already darting back toward the school. She was consumed by guilt and panic, even though only an hour of the school day had passed.
Sure enough, Uchiha Itachi was waiting for her at the school gate.
Sasako knew it was over. Her brief rebellion hadn’t even lasted an hour.
She stared down at her little leather shoes. "…Brother."
Uchiha Itachi said nothing. He took her hand, led her to the car, and got into the back seat with her. He knelt to remove her shoes, then her short socks, her snow-white ankle resting loosely in his rough hand, adorned with an exquisitely delicate crimson coral anklet.
Sasako said, "I still have… afternoon classes."
Itachi, still holding her ankle, didn’t look up.
"Are your legs sore? Don’t worry, I had someone ask for leave on your behalf."
Sasako knew Itachi was angry. She was filled with regret, nearly crying.
"…Brother!"
Itachi ignored her, his hand moving to feel the back of her neck, checking for a chill as if handling a kitten. Sasako had been seriously ill as a child and, though recovered, had never been truly robust. Itachi had developed a habit of constant worry. Her neck felt slightly cool. He made a mental note to have the housekeeper prepare ginger soup for dinner. He would deal with her after she drank it.
Itachi held Sasako’s hand as they got out of the car. The air inside the Uchiha compound was heavy with a faint, elegant, yet somber fragrance, mingling with a hazy, pale mist that lingered. The main lights were off; a few old, warm orange lamps stirred the dim twilight filtering through the windows. This was the Uchiha family estate, steeped in long history, every inch of soil exuding grandeur, every object imbued with the blood and tears of generations of Uchiha leaders.
Itachi fed her some ginger soup. Sasako, already full, could barely drink it. Seeing Itachi’s grim expression, she hesitated, then obediently climbed onto his lap.
"Brother, are you unhappy?" she asked softly.
Uchiha Itachi nodded. Sasako felt uneasy, unsure how to please her brother. So she tilted her head up, asking for a kiss with her eyes.
—This was something Itachi had taught her since childhood.
The moment she lifted her face, Itachi eagerly lowered his head and claimed her lips, kissing her with the desperation of a man dying of thirst. His tongue tangled with hers, exploring, sucking, drawing out soft, wet sounds. Sasako could taste the flavor of dango in his mouth—not overly sweet, but with a faint, cool sharpness. Itachi was patient, teasing her tongue slowly before dragging his along the roof of her mouth. His lips pressed and worshiped her upper lip, sucking gently on the pronounced bow. Then his kisses trailed downward, marking her neck and collarbone with vivid red stains. Sasako arched her neck backward, instinctively trying to pull away, only to offer more of herself to his mouth. He bit down precisely where her pulse beat fastest. Her wrists were pinned above her head, all struggle rendered useless.
They began to make love on the sofa. Uchiha Sasako lay prone against the cushions, the two butterfly bones on her thin back protruding like a pair of wings yet to unfurl. Her pale, almost translucent skin was dotted with red marks, resembling petals scattered on snow-capped mountains.
Uchiha Itachi entered her deeply from behind, thrusting rapidly against her deepest part, each movement striking her cervix. Sasako’s fingers clutched the sofa fabric, the blue veins on the back of her hands standing out as she gripped it, creating fine wrinkles. Then her dear brother’s hand covered hers.
Itachi, having only recently tasted desire, moved with a heavy, unrefined urgency—yet he had already learned how to pleasure her, coaxing out soft, euphoric moans. Sasako felt pain, her cries yet tender and seductive, with a rising inflection at the end. She called his name, and Itachi had never thought his own name could sound so beautiful. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his, kissing her deeply.
His movements grew more intense, pounding relentlessly against the soft, sensitive entrance deep inside her. The sensation was overwhelming; within moments, Sasako’s legs trembled and she climaxed again. The stimulation was so intense she nearly lost consciousness. When she came to, her brother was kissing the tears at the corners of her eyes, his wet, soft tongue tracing the delicate skin, leaving a glistening trail.
"My dear, does it hurt?" he whispered in her ear. His penis remained inside her, the veins along its shaft throbbing with a presence that was impossible to ignore.
"Mmm... it was a little painful at first, but now it’s... very pleasurable," Sasako answered honestly.
He began moving again, this time almost recklessly, thrusting in and out of her, stretching her inner folds to their limit with every deep, filling stroke.
She turned her head and saw his face—he had pushed his bangs back, his forehead glistening with sweat. Their eyes met, and Itachi leaned down to kiss her again, tasting her lips, tangling his tongue with hers.
In the brief moments their lips parted, he murmured softly, "My baby, I’ll make you feel so good."
Two hours passed, this long sexual affair has finally come to an end. Itachi kissed her deeply, not pulling away until she was breathless and trembling.
"...Who does Sasako belong to?"
"To you, brother."
"Will Sasako listen to her brother?"
"Yes, Sasako will obey!"
Itachi smiled in satisfaction. His hand slid along the incredibly soft flesh of her thigh—so tender it frightened him, warm like freshly made tofu. He was almost afraid to press too hard, lest he leave a mark.
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"—Be good, my darling. Don’t go out with unsavory characters."