While investigating a terrible incident, Minako becomes Soulbound to Sasuke Uchiha because of an ancient spell.
𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨:
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Things are not weird between Sasuke and me. Nope. We're doing so well considering the incident where we... he and I...I... I don't want to think about that right now. It doesn't matter. We're never better. Things are going so well that we've been blessed with a new threshold of one meter.
Yeah, that's right, the distance we can keep from each other is now one meter. Isn't it grand? It's just great... so great I want to pull my hair out in frustration.
Fuck my life.
After all that hard work trying not to go off on each other... after increasing the threshold to five meters, we're back to one measly meter just because of that damn incident on that futon.
Since it happened, I've tried to brush it off my mind. It's no big deal. I've been a honeypot on missions before and seduced men to obtain crucial information for the sake of furthering and protecting Kumogakure's interests. Hell, I've even kissed men who fell to their doom a couple of times too.
Granted, I haven't bedded any of my targets and never will. Still, I'm nowhere near innocent nor am I a novice when it comes to messing around. That incident with Sasuke certainly isn't the wildest thing I've ever done with a man. So feeling Little Sasuke pressing hard against my crotch isn't something I should lose my head over. It shouldn't be a big deal and it's definitely not. It's not-
Ugh. Who am I kidding? It freaking bothers me.
I'm not fine with it at all. I've never let a man touch me there without my consent. Well, what happened was an accident but-
Ugh.
I wish I can forget it ever happened. But Sasuke's proximity to me makes it difficult for me to ignore him. Even when I close my eyes, the memory of this morning's fiasco remains. It's like a pesky little fly that keeps on buzzing on my ear.
I try to swat it down; but only end up reliving the same embarrassment and mortification all over again -- remembering the weight of his body crushing mine. Forceful hands brusquely pin down both of my wrists, clutching them tightly. I squirm and struggle to break free. His breath warming up my flustered face even more as he hovers above me and I-
