"And besides... you might attract me, but I'm not going to cheat on my husband!"
"Sister Sakura, if you'd like, I can take Brother Sasuke's place. I can go shopping with you, help you pick out clothes, buy you red bean mochi, and even watch TV with you," Alan Folker said softly, his eyes burning as he looked at Sakura.
"I can give you everything Sasuke can't." Alan Folker wrapped his arms tightly around her again and whispered in her ear, "Sister Sakura, I like you."
Although Alan Folker had confessed to Sakura once at the pub, she hadn't taken it seriously. Now, hearing him say he liked her again, she was momentarily stunned.
At that moment, she could feel the sincerity of Alan Folker's affection, yet she couldn't understand why he had suddenly fallen for her. How long had they even known each other? How many times had they met?
Still, Alan Folker somehow knew she loved red bean mochi and shopping. It was as if he'd been paying attention to her for a long time.
If this had been before, Sakura would have rejected any other man's confession without hesitation—just as she once rejected Naruto—because her heart belonged only to Sasuke.
However, now that she was finally with Sasuke, she hadn't found the happiness she imagined. In fact, she had become increasingly dissatisfied with him.
And after drinking so much alcohol, in her fragile, emotional state, Alan Folker's affection left her both confused and moved.
Seeing Sakura remain silent, Alan Folker realized his words had reached her. He slowly leaned in closer, his arms circling her slender waist, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her scent greedily.
"Gulp~" Sakura's swallowing sound echoed beside him.
Feeling Alan Folker's unusual behavior, Sakura pushed him away and said coldly, "Alan Folker, please show some respect! I'm married. If Aunt Kushina finds out and tells Aunt Mikoto…"
"Sister Sakura, I know your body is craving it, but you still have Brother Sasuke in your heart and don't want to betray him. So how about this: let's just have a little fun. I'll help you, and as long as you don't say yes, I won't go all the way. What do you think?" Alan Folker looked up at Sakura, eyes pleading.
His words made Sakura's heart race, and she couldn't help but waver. Alan Folker was right—she did need it, physically and emotionally. His proposal was dangerously tempting.
But… but… Sakura didn't answer. Her heart was torn. Under the influence of alcohol, under Alan Folker's temptation and her own repressed desires, she could only close her beautiful eyes softly.
Seeing Sakura close her eyes and remain silent, Alan gently lifted her chin, meeting her gaze.
"I love you, Sakura…"
He kissed her again without hesitation. Sakura didn't refuse, and Alan Folker gently explored her mouth.
It was a passionate kiss. Sakura neither responded nor pushed him away; she simply allowed Alan Folker to kiss her.
His hands no longer stopped at caressing her through her clothes—he was already growing impatient to undress her.
Sakura noticed his movements, grabbed his hand, and shot him a sharp glare.
Alan Folker knew he must not cross the line.
"Don't be afraid, Sister Sakura. I promised that unless you nod, I won't go too far. I just want to help you with what you need," Alan explained quickly, sensing her hesitation.
Hearing that, Sakura relaxed slightly.
I can kiss another man, but I'll never cross the line… she thought in denial. The alcohol had long since faded—after all, she was a medical kunoichi—but she still wanted to blame it on the drink.
And yet, Alan Folker successfully removed all of Sakura's clothes, revealing her flawless body.
"So beautiful…" Alan murmured as he gazed at the perfectly mature woman before him.
"D-Don't stare so much… Alan~"