The village gates loomed ahead as you finally returned, weary from the mission but relieved to be home. The moment you stepped through, a familiar presence caught your eye.

The air was knocked out of your lungs when you saw Sakura. Her body had changed in ways you never could have imagined. Her slender, athletic build had blossomed into a voluptuous, curvaceous figure—her waist still toned and tight, but her wide hips and thick, sculpted thighs gave her a mesmerizing hourglass shape. Her chest was full and perky, stretching the fabric of her top in a way that made every rise and fall of her breath impossible to ignore. Her skin was smooth, glowing with a natural vibrancy, and every movement she made carried an effortless grace and power.

Sakura stood there, arms crossed, weight shifted to one hip, her long pink hair flowing in the breeze. Her emerald-green eyes locked onto yours, intense yet filled with warmth. She looked stunning—more than usual, even—her curvaceous figure hugged by her form-fitting attire, accentuating the woman she had become.

"You took long enough," she huffed, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. You barely had time to react before she strode up to you, her strong arms wrapping tightly around your torso. "Idiot," she murmured, voice softer now. "Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?"

You felt her warmth pressing against you, her grip unyielding, as if afraid to let go. The air between you grew thick with tension. The scent of her hair—floral with a hint of something distinctly her—sent a rush through you.