Kenshin walked around the table and stood opposite the girl who had risen in fright and taken a defensive pose.
"So now you're my girl, Nara Kasumi…" he said tenderly, embracing her and pressing his lips to her plump ones.
"Mmph!" Kasumi moaned, and after several seconds of kissing, breathlessly said irritably: "You… Ugh, you bastard, Kenshin! I'm not your girl—don't even dream of it!" Kasumi snapped, then her sweet lips were again occupied by a passionate kiss.
Kenshin didn't restrain his caresses and tenderly ran both hands down the girl's smooth back, lowering to her firm protruding ass and squeezing her buns properly.
Kasumi moaned tenderly and, resting her palms on Kenshin's broad chest as if trying to push him away, involuntarily began feeling his firm muscles, shifting her palms each time.
Without much embarrassment, Kenshin slipped his restless tongue into her sweet mouth. Kasumi didn't know what to do, but her tongue reacted on its own, responding to Kenshin's tongue attack.
They kissed passionately for several minutes until the breathless-from-heat Kasumi felt something large and incredibly hard pressing against her stomach. And as soon as she realized what it was, she instantly jumped away from Kenshin like a frightened deer.
"YOU! You pervert! What is that?!" Kasumi cried breathlessly, pointing at the large bulge in his pants.
"That's proof of how beautiful and extraordinary you are, Nara Kasumi." Kenshin answered with a smile.
Kasumi was shocked by this insolent young man's shamelessness but could do nothing about it. Catching her breath, she discovered with horror an incredible heat in her lower belly and couldn't comprehend these new unfamiliar feelings.
"Come on, dear—the girls have probably started preparing dinner. They could use help." Kenshin said, and after the girl's agreeing nod, turned and left the room.
Kasumi followed, lost in her thoughts. The two personalities inside her waged fierce battle—and though the second was still quite weak and awakened only under caresses—Kasumi understood that literally with every hour spent near this young man she wanted less and less to return to the clan.
The black-haired kunoichi had mentally cursed herself a hundred times and called herself a fool. She couldn't understand what had come over her—that instead of the obvious winning move she consciously fell into a trap and lost. At that moment under accelerated focus and maximum concentration she clearly saw her victory—and also saw that after victory she would never see Kenshin again. Moreover, upon returning to the clan she would be rigorously interrogated, and if she didn't come up with a convincing lie Shikaku wouldn't hesitate to invite someone from the Yamanaka Clan to check his niece for mind control techniques—and incidentally check memories of the last two days, after which Kenshin would guaranteed die.
Though Kasumi was angry at Kenshin's depravity, she saw how tenderly he treated her. Next to this shameless young man she surprisingly felt happy. In one day she experienced more emotions than in the past year and really didn't want Kenshin killed—especially after he had kissed and touched her so many times. The clan head simply couldn't tolerate that, so subconsciously the girl decided to lose.
"You idiot, Kenshin…" she muttered, looking at his back.
"Hm?" He turned in surprise and looked into her black eyes.
"Why did you kidnap me?! Don't you understand my uncle will raze your house to the ground?!" Kasumi exclaimed, looking at him with offense. She didn't want him dead—and especially didn't want Aya and Natsumi with their unborn children caught in the crossfire.
"I understand. But that won't happen if you stay with me. Shikaku simply won't learn about us, and you can be who you couldn't be in the clan." Kenshin said, stepping so close their faces were ten centimeters apart.
"How don't you understand—I can't betray and abandon the clan! Voluntarily—I can't!" Kasumi exclaimed, tears flowing from her beautiful black eyes.
Kenshin pulled the girl close, stroked her head, and whispered soothing words in her ear. A minute later Kasumi stopped crying and discovered she had been pressing against Kenshin's broad chest the whole time. Raising her cute face and looking with tearful eyes into his beautiful ones, she buried herself in his broad chest again.
Kenshin said nothing and only continued stroking her head. This lasted several minutes while Kasumi sorted her thoughts. In the end she rethought much and partially admitted to herself that she didn't mind being friends with this guy. Becoming his girlfriend or especially wife was out of the question—but his company was unusually pleasant and desirable for her.
"Fine—we have a week to figure out how to avoid my uncle's wrath. Though you're a bastard and shameless pervert—you don't deserve death. A good slap so you keep your hands to yourself—yes, but total destruction—not yet." Kasumi said authoritatively, breaking from his embrace and crossing arms over her chest.
Kenshin couldn't help admiring the incredible beauty of the black-haired kunoichi. The faster she fell in love with him—the faster he fell in love with her—and he really didn't want her to leave. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her sweet lips again.
"You're incredible, Kasumi. Looks like I'm falling more and more in love with you…" he said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Idiot…" she whispered and turned away, making Kenshin melt.