Another ten minutes or so passed, during which Sasuke boredly tidied up the inside of the shed a bit more, arranging a small area for him and his two fangirls to consummate their soon-to-be legal status as concubines of the Uchiha clan head. He placed a clean futon on the floor, and laid some pillows on and around it, furnishing it with an old sheet.
Hardly the most luxurious accommodations, but Sasuke had his reasons for doing it this far out of the way. It would be very inconvenient if anyone stumbled across them and tried to intervene before Ino or Sakura could sign their forms -- especially the girls' parents.
Even if he knew that what he planned to do was technically legal, and had even been authorized by the Lord Hokage, certain people would likely be very unhappy if they learned about it prematurely. They might try to "rescue" the girls, or else prevent them from making a "huge mistake".
That would be rather annoying.
Finally, though, Sasuke heard a pair of voices approaching the shed -- a whispered argument between two girls he could recognize by voice alone. Ino and Sakura had arrived, and clearly had not expected to see one another here. They seemed to be accusing each other of setting up some sort of cruel prank, or else trying to get in the way of their "destined love".
Sasuke snorted, and went to the door. The shed creaked open, and he stepped out into the darkling twilight, crossing his arms over his chest and haughtily assessing the two girls. Both looked very well-presented, dressed in their best and wearing what make up they could get away with.
Ino and Sakura gasped at the sight of him -- their faces going pink -- and Sasuke languidly allowed his gaze to roam over the girls' bodies. They were dressed after their usual fashion, Ino in her purple skirt and top, Sakura in her red china-dress, if more nicely than usual. Dark orbs caressed the small, subtle curves of their young bosoms, trailing down their waists and over their hips.
They were cute, Sasuke would readily admit. Cute, and physically attractive; easy on the eyes, some might say. They were slim and lithe (perhaps a hair slenderer than was strictly healthy) with little in the way of breasts, and their hips had only just started to widen as they proceeded into puberty.
Ino had a marginally larger bust than Sakura, from what Sasuke's eyes could discern, but Sakura, he'd noticed before, had a somewhat shapelier rear. They were pretty in that modest fashion of young teens, with fit bodies and symmetrical features. Their skin and hair were soft -- well cared for -- and they obviously spent a fair deal of energy on making themselves presentable.
He could not call them gorgeous or stunningly beautiful, or anything like that, but Ino and Sakura were not remotely unattractive. More importantly, they were intelligent and devoted. They would almost certainly do anything for him.
Sasuke smirked.
"Hello, girls," he coolly drawled, meeting both sets of eyes in turn. "You're both looking especially lovely tonight."
Leaning against the door, he lazily waved them on into the shed.
"Come on in, there's something I want you to see."
Sakura blushed. Ino squealed.
"Of course, Sasuke-sama!" they gushed, before eagerly following him into the shed.
Sasuke closed the door behind them.
He showed the girls the FCRA-u1h forms, and they boggled at the density of the legal jargon within them. Sakura read more intently than Ino, who shook her head and shot Sasuke an entreating look after a few seconds of trying in vain to parse the impenetrable language.
Sakura seemed to get a hint of recognition on her face as she read, and she blushed fiercely. She sent Sasuke a shy smile, squirming and wriggling her hips. It appeared that she understood -- and found herself rather liking -- the intention behind them.
Ino was completely lost, but she also smiled at Sasuke. His explanations were intentionally vague, his language regarding the forms evasive and laden with double-meanings, and yet she clearly trusted him to lead her right.
"Do you want us to sign these, Sasuke-sama?"
He nodded at the girls, who smiled and clicked their pens. Scrawling their names in all the places where he indicated, Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno legally consented to spending the rest of their lives as Sasuke's concubines, sacrificing their youths and womanhoods to the noble task of rebuilding the proud Uchiha clan.
The ink barely had time to dry before Sasuke unzipped his trousers and dropped his boxers, letting a flaccid manhood of remarkable size flop out, both stunning and delighting the two girls.
"S-S-Sasuke?!" Ino yelped, so shocked she dropped the honorifics, if only for a moment. Her face was red as a tomato, and she gulped, her mouth going dry as she took in the sight of his presently limp cock.
Sakura licked her lips, understanding in her own eyes, and she took a hold of Ino's hand.
"We don't have to fight over him any longer," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Sasuke-sama has chosen..." She blushed, grinning widely. "...he's chosen both of us."
Ino gaped, at least for a moment, but then her gaze returned to Sasuke's penis. She gulped, seeing it, and realizing belatedly what the must have just signed.
"I thought that was just a myth," she softly mused, looking Sasuke's dick up and down. "CRA... so there really is such a thing?"
Sasuke smirked.
"There is for me," he said, his voice smooth and confident.
Ino and Sakura swooned.
What happened next?
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