Hela/Chapter 82: Let Me Be Sarada’s Father

Mikoto stood aside, watching the happy Sarada, a doting expression appearing on her face.

Sarada usually had no other friends besides her classmates at the Ninja Academy, and at home, she had no other entertainment besides watching TV.

Now, seeing her playing so happily with Alan Folker, Mikoto naturally showed a genuine look of relief.

Alan Folker, being ridden on his back by Sarada, didn’t feel any discomfort or impropriety. After all, children are like this, and it’s no big deal.

“Alright, Sarada, come down from your Brother Folker’s back. It’s time to eat.” Soon, Sakura finished cooking and came out of the kitchen, calling to the happily playing Sarada.

Sarada was very obedient. Hearing Sakura’s voice, she dutifully got off Alan Folker’s back and sat at the dining table.

“Brother Folker, after dinner, I still want to ride a horse!” Sarada blinked her small eyes, looking at Alan Folker with anticipation.

“Okay, after dinner, we’ll continue riding a horse,” Alan Folker readily agreed.

“Folker, don’t spoil Sarada,” Sakura advised helplessly.

“What’s the big deal? Children are meant to be spoiled.” Alan Folker said indifferently.

As he spoke, Alan Folker put some food on Sarada’s plate, saying with a chuckle, “Come, little Sarada is growing, eat more.”

“Thank you, Brother Folker!” Sarada smiled sweetly, obediently lowered her head, and began to eat.

Dinner was eaten quickly, and Sarada wanted to ride a horse right after.

“Sarada, you just ate. Let your Brother Folker rest for a while,” Sakura quickly stopped her.

“Brother Folker~” Sarada tugged at Alan Folker’s clothes, whining.

“Ride, if Sarada wants to ride, Brother Folker will play with you for a while,” Alan Folker said with a chuckle.

“Yay! Brother Folker is the best!” Sarada jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands in praise.

Sakura shook her head helplessly, clearing the dishes and going to the kitchen.

After washing the dishes, Sakura sat on the sofa with Mikoto, watching Alan Folker and Sarada play.

“It’s getting late, Sarada, it’s time for bed.” After a while, Mikoto, seeing it was late, said to Sarada.

“But I still want to play!” Sarada pouted her small mouth, protesting to Mikoto unhappily.

“No, it’s already very late, and you have school tomorrow,” Mikoto coaxed gently.

Sarada pouted her small mouth, looking at Alan Folker with longing eyes.

“Be good, listen to Grandma and go to bed,” Alan Folker said with a smile, stroking Sarada’s small head.

Sarada puffed out her cheeks, staring at Alan Folker with her big, watery eyes for a few seconds, then obediently followed Mikoto upstairs to bed.

Seeing Sarada and Mikoto go upstairs, Alan Folker sat beside Sakura and said, “Sarada is so cute.”

Sakura’s little heart couldn’t help but beat rapidly when she saw Alan Folker sit beside her, and a faint anticipation rose in her heart.

“I rarely see Sarada this happy,” Sakura sighed.

Alan Folker reached out and put his arm around Sakura’s waist, saying, “Then, Sakura, are you willing to let Sarada be happy?”

“You let go quickly. My mother-in-law and Sarada are upstairs,” Sakura shyly pushed Alan Folker, her cheeks flushed.

However, Alan Folker held Sakura’s slender waist tightly, affectionately rubbing against her neck, and said, “Sarada is lacking a father’s love.”

Hearing Alan Folker’s words, Sakura was stunned, then sighed, a hint of sadness appearing on her pretty face.

She also knew this. Ever since Sarada could remember, she had never felt any fatherly care. She often asked where her daddy was, and Sakura could only give evasive answers.

Over time, Sarada stopped asking, but when she saw other children with their fathers, she would show envious eyes.

“How about, let me be Sarada’s father,” Alan Folker whispered into Sakura’s ear, exhaling a soft breath.

“Huh?!” Sakura suddenly looked up at him when she heard Alan Folker’s words.

“I promise, I will definitely treat Sarada like my own daughter,” Alan Folker vowed seriously.

After hearing Alan Folker’s promise, Sakura fell silent, then suddenly shook her head, firmly refusing: “No, absolutely not.”

Seeing Sakura’s firm refusal, Alan Folker didn’t push further. Instead, he picked her up and made her sit on his lap.

“You, what are you doing?” Sakura was startled, saying in a panic.

“Shh,” Alan Folker put his index finger to Sakura’s lips and said, “Quiet, don’t let Aunt Mikoto and them hear.”

“What exactly do you want to do?” Sakura asked in a low voice.

“Sarada rode for a long time just now, I’ll let you ride for a while too,” Alan Folker said with a mischievous smile.

“No… I don’t want to.” Sakura immediately denied it, although deep down she wasn’t completely against it.

“Since you don’t want to ride me, then I’ll ride you.” Alan Folker gave a wicked smile, then pushed Sakura onto the sofa, his handsome face slowly drawing closer to her.

“Mmm mmm mmm!!!” Sakura’s eyes widened, looking at the handsome face so close, her heart beating even faster.

Alan Folker’s nose touched Sakura’s fair cheek. Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from Sakura, Alan Folker involuntarily kissed her.

“Mmm~” Sakura instinctively struggled for a moment, but soon lost herself in Alan Folker’s domineering and wild assault. Sakura felt soft all over, her breathing quickened, and gradually, she forgot to struggle, allowing Alan Folker to kiss her.

In fact, with Sakura’s strength, she could have easily broken free from Alan Folker’s control and kicked him away, but she didn’t. Perhaps deep down, she also wished to embrace and be intimate with Alan Folker.

Alan Folker and Sakura kissed passionately, inseparable, until both were almost breathless. Only then did Alan Folker reluctantly end the fervent kiss.

“Hmph… Hmph…” Sakura gasped violently, her clear eyes now crimson, as if veiled in a misty fog, full of allure.

This wasn’t her first intimacy with Alan Folker, but each time, a strange feeling would arise in her heart, like a special emotion surging within her.

“Sister Sakura, you’re so beautiful,” Alan Folker said dazedly, looking at Sakura’s delicate and alluring face.

Sakura was shy from Alan Folker’s praise. Her face burned hot, and an inexplicable emotion spread through her.

Seeing Sakura like this, Alan Folker couldn’t help but kiss her once again.

This time, Sakura didn’t dodge. Instead, she closed her eyes, cooperating with Alan Folker’s kiss.

“Sister Sakura, I want you!”