Ino (4)

"Done," I finished the drawing, then stood up and approached her with the intention to let her look at the result.

"Forget it, I don't want to see..." Ino indifferently said. I didn't think it's just because she still upset, but probably also because she was sulking the entire time, thus she thought the result was not good.

That's where she wrong, what I drew wasn't the exact pose she was giving me, I imagined she was leaning against the window, it was night, the sky full of stars and the half-disc moon was at the distant, Ino was looking far, her chin rested on her hands, she wasn't smiling, but longingly stared at the far moon, perhaps wondering if it would come to Earth once.

Lonely yet never stop dreaming, beautiful yet no one to appreciate.

When she looked at the sketch, her eyes almost couldn't believe it, looking back at my yesterday drawings, the quality was indeed leaped and bound, naturally because I drew bad on purpose, but it also could serve as the comparison between the bad drawing and good drawing. When you looked at something bad, you would start to appreciate the good things, even only a little bit.

I sat beside her, I could smell the fragrance she brought to my side, the absolute wonderment on her flustered expression enchanted the already superior view of her image. Peerless beauty, the sole flower bloomed in the midst of wilderness, full of rattling bush and towering oaks. I had to admit, a thousand beauties could not compare to the blonde on my side, my desire to cherish her, pulling her into my arm and stroke gently the colorful petals.

"Ino..."

One word from me, she glanced without hesitation, our face was far in inches distance, I looked into her eyes, the reflection of me imprinted like an everlasting memory.

"May I?"

I knew it was stupid to ask; when the girl was captured in the zone of infatuation, the man should seize the chance and strike while she was out of focus. Strangely, I couldn't, perhaps I feared a reckless act might ruin the flower before me or any improper attitude shied away

the blossom from blooming any longer.

She frowned a little, then she rolled the sketch, her slender legs climbed the air couch where we sat, she leaned toward my side and rested her body right on my chest. Her head dangled below my nose, I inhaled the scent coming from her hair, and I closed my eyes, this was the 1,000 year I missed, the warm of a woman's body, their fragrance, the tenderness, every damn time every 40 years I almost got the taste of this but any damn monkey, woodpecker, demon, a fucking unicorn slaughtered me.

We didn't talk, although what I wanted was to kiss her, this was not bad, I liked the feeling when a woman depended on me, whether Ino or Tenten, it's like I was being needed, and it's a pride of every man when a woman asked for their dependence.

"Abe, what's your ambition?" she whispered, her hand rested on my chest, I imagined how good it would be if she rubbed her hand all over, preferably underneath the shirt.

"To create my own clan," I stated, firm and dedicated, I wanted to shout 'harem!', but no, I thought she would have slapped me if I did that.

"Your clan?" Ino mumbled.

"Yes, it's because there are no people like me, you look at the corner of the world, and you'll find me without kin, my greatest ambition is to build my family, then raise my own clan, the strongest clan in the entire land."

"And what can I do?"

"Marry me, be my woman, let's support our family together, I want to have a child with you, then with all other women..."

When I said this, Ino's breath suddenly became rapid, perhaps she had imagined bearing a child with me? I didn't mind babymaking now.

"Other women... you simply want harem, hum..." Ino snorted.

"Yes, and I want you," I smiled and buried my nose into her hair.

"Hold on..." she leaned her head away from me, turned her face to look at my eyes, asked in a strict tone, "how many women we talked about here?"

"About 20..."

"What?!"

"Nah, I am kidding, I think it's rather about 15."

"..."

"No? How about 10? 10 is a good number."

Looking at Ino's deadpanned face, I sighed in a defeated manner, then waved my hand, said, "Fine, 9... that's my last offer."

Ino still didn't change her expression, I twitched the corner of my lips, "Oh, come on, 3 women isn't exactly a harem!"

"Fine, 4," she finally made an offer!

"Nah, I still want 9."

"9, and good luck I am not joining," she perked up her nose, seemingly wanted to trip me off.

"I admit losing, how about 8?" I said with little puppy eyes, it always worked. But eh, who knew it wasn't effective to her, she merely knitted her eyebrows, threatening.

I sighed, almost burst out crying, I said, "7... 7 is the last bet, otherwise, I..."

"..." Ino frowned a bit, seemingly also struggled with the choice, but she eventually nodded, consented with me having 7 women!

Fuahaha, she fell into my scheme, this was totally my plan, I deliberately to make her agree with 7, this was absolutely not lying.

"Thank you, Ino, this is must be hard for you, but I promise you won't regret it, I treat my women with all of my heart, fair and square."

"Talk is cheap," Ino snuggled into my arms, honking her mouth in a sneering manner.

"Well, let me prove it to you!" I grasped her chin, tilting her head upward then bringing down my face, kissing her on the...