Hinata Hyuuga appeared to be living the high school dream. She was a kind-hearted girl who had once dated the popular guy she'd always had a crush on, had good friends, and excelled in her studies. However, everything changed when her father introdu...
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"What should I do..." I asked myself, unsure. I was happy that she finally made him notice her, but that scene didn't feel right. I didn't want her to do something stupid, so I interrupted them.
"Sakura!" I shouted her name.
They both stopped kissing and looked at me like I was some kind of ghost. Sasuke's expression was exactly the same as the last time I interrupted him—annoyed. Sakura stood up, adjusted her dress, and walked over to me, whispering in an irritated tone.
"Hinata, what are you doing?! Can't you see I'm with Sasuke?" "Sakura, you're drunk. I don't want him taking advantage of you!" "Are you kidding me?! Relax, it's just kissing. Kissing doesn't hurt anyone." "That wasn't just kissing, Sakura. You need to be careful with that guy." "I'm not stupid, okay? Look, Hinata..." she grabbed my hands, "Thank you for worrying about me, but I can take care of myself, alright? Relax. You and Naruto can go without me. Sasuke will take me home." "Are you sure...?" "Yes!" She hugged me and went back to him. I glanced at Sasuke. He didn't look happy to see me, and I couldn't blame him. The feeling was mutual anyway.
I returned to Naruto and we decided to go home.
"You're coming to my place, right?" Naruto asked me gently. "Okay, but I can't stay long." "Just one movie?" "Yes!" "Haha, okay." He kissed me.
After the movie started, only a few minutes passed before Naruto began kissing my neck, slowly moving to my lips. He tasted like beer, but I didn't mind. We made out so passionately that things started to heat up. He laid me down on the couch and kissed me with such hunger I thought he might devour me. His hand slipped under my shirt, making me flinch. He wanted me—badly. He moved his hand down to my most intimate area, and I began to feel anxious.
"N-Naruto-kun... This is a bit... too much." "Shh..." he whispered, continuing to kiss me, clearly wanting to go further. I really loved him, but I was still a virgin, and I wasn't ready.
"Naruto, stop it!" I pushed him away. "I'm not ready!" I snapped. "What? Why?" He looked confused and slightly annoyed. "Hinata, we've been together for almost a year now! I want you so bad!" "Naruto, we've talked about this. And you've had too much to drink tonight. You should go to sleep..."
I stood up, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow..." "Yeah... okay. Look, I'm sorry. Call me when you get home."
I felt bad for Naruto, but I had my principles. If I wasn't ready, I wasn't doing it. I was still young, and the idea of sex scared me. My father never talked to me about it—only my mother, and that was when I was very little. The rest I learned from girls who had done it, and from books.
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It was 1:30 a.m. when I arrived home, but something felt off. A car was parked in front of the house, and the light in the living room was still on. It was unusual for my father to be awake at that hour. I walked in and was surprised to hear a woman laughing in the living room. I also heard my father's voice. It was... strange.
I stepped into the living room, and what I saw that night caught me completely off guard. My father was smiling—actually laughing—with a woman. Two bottles of wine sat on the table, one of them already empty. They had clearly been drinking together.
"Hello..." I said timidly. The moment my father saw me, his expression changed.
"Hinata? What are you doing home at this hour? I told you to be back by midnight." His strict tone returned.
"Oh, Hiashi! She's young. Kids these days are different from how we were—they like to go out and have fun! Sometimes they just lose track of time," the woman said warmly. She stood up and approached me, extending her hand. "Hi, I'm Ena Kimura. You must be Hinata, right?" "Yes..." "Nice to meet you, dear! I've already met your sister, and I was really looking forward to meeting you too."
We shook hands. She looked like a refined woman in her 40s—elegant, with long black hair, big blue eyes, and naturally long lashes. She wore glasses. Her posture and demeanor suggested she was a businesswoman. She had a beautiful figure—or at least, that's what I thought at the time.
Still, I couldn't help but wonder: Why was she there? With my father? At that hour?
I wished them good night and went to my room. That night, my mind wandered.
"Who is this woman who can make my father laugh?" I asked myself.
I sent Sakura a text asking her to let me know when she got home and told Naruto I was going to sleep. It had been a long day.
