"Sakura, what do you think?"
Sasuke took a step back instead of pressing forward, smiling faintly as he asked, "I am indeed a little different from before. If you can't accept this version of me, I won't force you."
"You can leave."
He was certain of one thing—Sakura would never be able to walk away from him.
Winning her over was simply too easy.
The real challenges would be Hinata and Tsunade later on.
Sasuke didn't blame Sakura for being cautious.
Even if it were Naruto Uzumaki—the so-called original protagonist—it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to doubt.
"..."
Sakura's face flushed red again, her cheeks burning. Her small hands trembled, and so did her heart.
How domineering.
The Sasuke before her was indeed different from the cold, distant boy who had always kept others at arm's length.
But this Sasuke was even more arrogant—more commanding.
Like a tyrannical CEO standing before his shy little wife.
"I can feel it… You're not Naruto transformed. You are the Sasuke I like."
Hearing her finally make her choice, Sasuke didn't hesitate. He pulled her into his arms again.
She wouldn't have even dared to dream of such boldness from him.
This Sasuke was overwhelming—assertive in a way she had never seen before.
…
There was no vulgarity—only romance.
Though he had only recently transmigrated, back when he had been a shut-in, he had fantasized countless times about Sakura and Hinata becoming his wives.
He knew them too well.
Now that he could finally hold the girl he once admired from a screen, he intended to cherish the moment.
…
After a long while, Sasuke finally released Sakura from his embrace, though he still kept her close.
"Sakura, your face is perfect. As for the rest… I'll help you improve."
Her cheeks turned scarlet.
She hadn't expected Sasuke to be this proactive. She hadn't prepared herself at all.
"Sasuke-kun…"
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "If you want to be my girlfriend, these things are only natural."
Then he gently led her into the room.
…
Sakura had never imagined that confessing to Sasuke today would lead to this.
After everything that happened, she had not only become Sasuke's girlfriend—
she had truly stepped into adulthood by his side.
Night fell.
"Sasuke-kun…"
"Wife, you should call me 'husband' now."
She was still struggling to process the change in her life, but hearing his indulgent, teasing tone, she gradually accepted it.
"H-Husband…"
Her face was crimson, her body exhausted.
Still, she forced herself to sit up and begin dressing.
"It's getting late. I should go home."
"Otherwise, my parents will start scolding me again."
In the early days, her relationship with her family hadn't been very harmonious.
She had always found her mother too nagging and her father too ordinary.
That was one of the reasons she had been disliked by some people.
But as she grew older and matured, she would come to understand them.
In time, her family would become warm and harmonious.
Sasuke smiled. "I'm your boyfriend now. I'll walk you home."
"Sasuke…"
She hadn't expected him to be not only domineering, but also so considerate.
He helped her smooth out her pink hair, and discreetly used his Jōnin-level chakra to restore part of her stamina.
Then he added with a grin, "When we're alone, call me husband."
"I'll call you wife."
Her heart swelled again. "Husband…"
Maintaining harmony within a future harem would be even harder than winning them over.
But Sasuke had no intention of giving up.
After finally transmigrating into the Naruto world, how could he not fulfill the wishes he once had as a shut-in?
The anime girls he loved—
they would all become his wives.
…
In reality, he had been timid and insignificant. That couldn't be helped.
But this was the anime world.
Here, he would strike boldly.
What he liked, he would take.
What he disliked, he would crush.
…
Sakura bit her lip, looking shy and conflicted, her expression irresistibly endearing.
A delicate flower's fate depended entirely on who it encountered.
Yes, she had flaws.
But she wasn't beyond redemption.
She didn't love Naruto.
She loved the Sasuke of the original story, but could never truly have him.
Now, the Sasuke before her was still as handsome and captivating as ever—
yet his personality and the way he treated her had changed completely.
"I… I…"
Before she could finish, Sasuke interrupted her.
"Don't say you don't know. And don't hesitate."
"Remember, today you came to me on your own, with a gift, to confess."
"I didn't chase you, Sakura."
She instantly sobered.
Even if this Sasuke seemed a little strange, he was still the one she loved.
There was only one Sasuke in this world.
"Sasuke… I understand."
She gathered her courage. "I just want to know—are you truly Sasuke, or are you Naruto pretending to be you?"
A wicked smirk curved Sasuke's lips.
"Naruto Uzumaki? Heh. That guy might use the Transformation Technique to mimic my appearance…"
"But can he truly become me—Uchiha Sasuke?"
Arrogant.
Yes, that was Sasuke's pride—an innate superiority that seeped from his bones.
That was exactly what fascinated Sakura.
Something Naruto could never imitate.
Not to mention Sasuke's intelligence. Naruto often acted foolish, reckless in both thought and action.
"Sakura…"
Sasuke suddenly moved.
He was fast.
With Jōnin-level chakra and the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, his strength far surpassed what it had ever been.
Though he lacked combat experience, he was already stronger than most Jōnin in Konoha.
And Sakura hadn't even graduated from the Academy yet.
"So fast!"
She gasped in shock at his speed.
In the next instant, Sasuke reached out and took her hand.
So soft.
An anime beauty's hand truly felt perfect.
"Feel carefully," he said, his gaze steady.
"Am I truly Sasuke… or just Naruto in disguise?"