Chapter 31: Kenjiro's Last Stand

On the cool Onsen floor, Sakura lay bare, her vulnerability exposed beside the blocked window. Gently opening her eyes, she found the world swirling around her. Clutching her head, she felt a throbbing ache resonate through her skull.

Groaning in pain, Sakura mustered the strength to crawl toward the hot water, hoping it would bring relief in these unnatural circumstances. Her fingertips brushed against the bathwater, and she laid her head back down, seeking respite from the disorienting spins.

Upon awakening once more, Sakura felt significantly better than she had on her first attempt. She surveyed the room and noticed it bathed in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of elegant white candles. Despite the absence of external cues, she didn't require them to ascertain the time or day.

"Ah, you're awake," Kenjiro's voice echoed through the room as he emerged from the darkened corner. He was sheathed in a pristine white towel secured around his waist, barren of other garments.

"What did you do to me?" Sakura questioned.

Kenjiro erupted into hysterical laughter before explaining, "I injected you with a drug to induce sleep. I know you're a formidable Shinobi now, so I figured it would be challenging to bring you down any other way."

"That isn't what I asked."

"Right, well, If you must know, I fucked you twice. I wanted to see how much you've changed." 

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. In tears, she cried out, "Why would you do that? You're my father, and you were supposed to protect me."

Kenjiro sighed, settled on a wooden bath stool, and replied, "Yeah, you're right, I suppose. Your mother and I had a complicated relationship. She was supposed to take care of me, but when she refused, I had to force her to comply. I raped her twice a day until your mother requested to go on missions without me involved. Pissed off, there was only one other way to have my sexual needs met."

Tears streaming down her face, Sakura yelled, "We were only children. You can't expect a child to do their mother's job. You were a horrible father. I wish you had died instead of them."

Kenjiro's eyes widened, his frown deepening. He swiftly lunged toward his daughter, seizing her by the hair and violently tugging it. He yelled, "I provided you with food and shelter. Is this how you treat me after everything I've done for you?"

"Let go of me!" Sakura cried out.

"No, this time I'll need to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," Kenjiro yelled.

Kenjiro deftly discarded the white towel from his waist, the heavy fabric falling to the ground with a gust of wind. He tenderly groped his penis and stroked it against Sakura's face. Revulsion surged through her, and her headache returned with a vengeance.

"Now, be a good girl and say 'ah' for me," Kenjiro commanded.

Sakura shook her head in disgust, her gaze fixed on his penis, attempting to resist her father's forceful actions. Despite her struggles, it wasn't enough to deter him.

With a whimper, she pleaded, "If you don't stop, I wil call out for help. Gaara is going to break down those doors and rescue me."

Kenjiro chuckled and retorted, "You've always liked Gaara. The two of you used to play together as kids. He would do anything for you, and as a father, I am forever grateful for that. However, as a man, I am disappointed he doesn't treat you the way I treat you. A woman's job is to obey."

Amidst his laughter, he pinched her nose, making her breathing difficult. As Sakura opened her mouth to catch her breath, he seized the opportunity to force his penis into her mouth.

He proceeded to yank Sakura's hair and thrust inside her throat. Kenjiro moaned, "That's a good girl."

The delicate moan became an audible howl. Kenjiro's penis twitched inside her throat. He paid no attention to her muffled scream and released his load in her mouth. 

Kenjiro firmly guided his penis deeper into her throat, insisting, "I won't release my dick until you've swallowed every bit of my sperm." 

The salty flavor engulfed her throat, and she emitted an audible gulp as she ingested the unpleasant slime.

Kenjiro, content with his actions, shoved his daughter and watched her collapse onto the ground, hurling up the sperm he had compelled her to swallow. 

A frown creased on Kenjiro's face as he said, "You bitch!" 

With all his might, he pulled on Sakura's hair and then shoved her face in the vomit. She screamed, "Somebody help!" 

"Yell all you want. Nobody is coming to save you." 

At that moment, Sakura acknowledged he was right. No one was coming to her rescue. Alone, unheard, and in an unknown location, she had to choose to save herself before it was too late. Lacking her weapons, she would have to utilize whatever was at her disposal.

Employing her sand manipulation jutsu, she dismantled the sand shield enveloping her body. Her eyes glowed with an intense red hue as the sand transformed into menacing spikes. The spikes shot toward Kenjiro, propelling him backward into the pool of water. Despite his weakened state, he struggled to stay afloat.

Utilizing fabric manipulation, he encased himself in yellow cloth, enabling him to lift out of the water to breathe. Gasping for air and coughing up water, he fought against the threat of drowning. Slowly, he managed to stand, groaning in pain as he nursed his aching head.

Breathing heavily, Sakura declared, "Death would be too merciful a punishment for someone like you. Surrender, and perhaps you'll see the light of day again."

Gasping for breath, Kenjiro uttered, "Our family lacks the ability to manipulate sand. How is this possible?"

The sand encased Sakura's body, her eyes radiated a fierce red glow, and she manifested a form resembling only half of Shukaku. She released an ear-piercing screech and declared, "Anything is possible." With a swift manipulation of the sand, she gathered a mound from outside and pulled it, creating a heap on top of her father.

Emerging with his head above the sand, emotionally stunned, Kenjiro stammered, "What did you do?"

"I'm a Shinobi; it's my duty to sacrifice my life for the village hidden in the sand. I won't let you harm anyone again," Sakura proclaimed resolutely.

The sand from outside burst through the walls, creating an explosion. Both of them were propelled across the long, extended room, slamming into the entrance wall of the Onsen. Sakura, hitting her head, collapsed and smiled through the pain. She weakly uttered, "You'll never walk away a free man."

Before succumbing to sleep, Sakura discerned voices echoing from the hallway. People were rushing towards the door, shouting her name. She flickered her eyes closed until the encroaching darkness consumed her. In the embrace of her closed eyelids, a familiar and soothing masculine voice beckoned her to unveil her eyes and witness the presence of her true love.

From a distance, Sakura caught sight of Gaara, his eyes filled with profound concern, staring back at her. Wielding his sand, he said reassuringly, "Sakura, if you can hear me, know it'll be okay. I've got you, no matter what. It's okay."

As Sakura's mind slowly gathered itself, she realized Kenjiro was gripping her hair, holding her just beyond the doorway, facing the army of Shinobi from the hidden sand village. In a quiet, weakened tone, she pleaded, "Gaara, help me..."

"I'm here now," Gaara whispered, determination in his voice. "He'll never be allowed to hurt you again."

Kenjiro, in a fit of rage, tightened his grip and threatened, "If you come any closer, I'll kill her. I am not going to that Shinobi prison."

Wearing a frown, Temari turned to Gaara and warned, "If you make one reckless mistake, she will die, Gaara."

"I know that," Gaara argued fiercely.

"Back up," Kenjiro yelled as he advanced toward the doorway. "I will leave here a free man."

Gaara gritted his teeth and muttered, "Over my dead cold corpse, you will."

"Take it easy, Gaara," Kankuro ordered. "We know how you feel. Everyone back up."

Kenjiro forcefully pulled Sakura towards the doorway, her cries of pain echoing as she desperately grabbed onto her father's arm, pleading for him to stop. He dragged her out of the room and into the hallway, where a tense atmosphere kept everyone apart. Gaara, his teeth clenched, eyes widened with determination, stood ready to intervene at a moment's notice, poised to come to Sakura's rescue.

Sakura lay on the cold floor, her sobs echoing vulnerability and exposure. The intense emotions gripping her resonated deeply with the sand siblings. Their desire to assist warred with the fear of potential consequences— they couldn't bear the thought of losing her in their attempt to rescue her. The weight of that possibility hung heavily over them, creating a paralyzing tension.

A young woman, clad in a pink-robed uniform, brandished a sharp steak knife as she sprinted toward Kenjiro from behind. Her scream, laden with determination, pierced the air, "Release my friend, you bastard!" With the knife poised above her head, she charged forward at full speed. However, her impulsive act afforded Kenjiro ample time to turn around and flash a smirk. In that tense moment, she realized the gravity of her mistake. Temari urgently stretched out her arm and yelled, "You, idiot! Wait, stop!"

Kenjiro flicked his free hand swiftly, conjuring yellow silk that surged out of the Onsen, trapping her. The silk constricted around her with a vice-like grip, extracting the very life from her until a pallor of blue replaced her typical hue. Her eyes rolled back, and in that chilling moment, she vanished. Sakura's anguished scream echoed through the air, haunted by the belief that there might have been something she could have done to prevent this tragic outcome. It was a precarious situation she had willingly placed herself in.

Sakura's eyes blazed a bright red, and her scream transformed into a mighty roar. Shukaku manifested on her body, accompanied by a single puffy sand tail and dark blue curse marks that adorned the sand, enveloping her. Kenjiro, horrified, released his grip and stumbled backward with a yelp. The onlookers in the hallway recoiled, their eyes widened in shock before they stood the manifestation of the fearsome monster, the embodiment of the hidden sand Shinobi legacy. 

Sakura's scream reverberated through the air, creating a forceful gust of wind that tousled Kenjiro's hair. To shield his eyes from the stinging sand, he tightly closed them, shivering uncontrollably and feeling paralyzed by her overwhelming power.