Content Warning: Chapter contains R*pe scene. Reader discretion is advised.
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"I… It's coming… cumminggggg…. Iyyaaaaahhhh~!"
The pressure broke sideways as a hot spurt she couldn't command leaked out… splattering and sprinkling at places it shouldn't have.
Pshhhhh~ splshhh~ splat! splat!
After releasing several waves of juices from her pussy alongside a shower from her urethra, her body finally began to calm, leaving her gasping for breath. "Haaah… haaah…"
"Wh-what have I done…?" she murmured, her cheeks burning hot and her mind cloudy.
But even if her mind may have been muddled, she clearly realized that she had released liquid from two different places at the same time, one from deep inside her vagina, and the other from her urethral opening.
The liquid released within her vagina coated Kanzou's cock, still buried in her tight, quivering cave, making the following pistoning even more slick and lubricated.
As for the sudden spray from her urethra… it splattered everywhere. Her stomach, her pelvis, her bush, Kanzou's abdomen, his balls, and even the sheets beneath her were left completely drenched.
She felt humiliated, more than she already had from everything he'd forced her to endure. But this… this felt like a whole new depth of shame. Orgasming was one thing… but peeing on herself while being fucked? That was a different level entirely.
"K… kill me…" she murmured in a dazed tone, her eyes unfocused. She wished the earth would swallow her whole so she could vanish forever… and if not earth, then Kanzou would just do the deed so that she wouldn't have to live a minute more…
She really didn't want to… not after what she had done…
"What are you on about? That wasn't pee… that was something else, something good…" Kanzou smirked.
But his words never reached her. In that moment, the only thought echoing in Mikoto's mind was, 'I… I peed… I peed… I peed… To have peed like that in front of him… I want to die…!'
Watching her in that state, Kanzou slowly pulled his soaked cock from her drenched pussy with a wet plop. Immediately, her juices trailed down his shaft as her folds quivered and gaped involuntarily from the sudden emptiness.
Ignoring that, he slipped one hand beneath her neck to lift her dazed head, while the other slid two fingers deep inside the very cunt he had been fucking just moments ago. His fingers teased her inner walls while his thumb toyed with her clitoris, and he said, "Look at this…"
"Mmm~! Aaah~!" Mikoto moaned under his relentless fingering, the same overwhelming sensation from moments ago rapidly building again, frightening her. "N… not… not again…"
"It… It's coming again…" she gasped, her eyes rolling back as her hips jerked upward uncontrollably—until once again, streams of clear fluid burst from her urethral opening.
Pfftt~ Shhhk~ Shhhhhhh~
This time, though, because the release only came from one place, she was able to see it more clearly as she saw the crystal-clear liquid spraying from her urethra, drenching Kanzou's hand.
"Fufu… that wasn't pee… that was a squirt. Congratulations, Mikoto-san… you're a squirter…" Kanzou laughed, rubbing his fingers side to side through the spraying juices, smearing them over her thighs until they glistened, not from sweat, but from her own release.
"Sq… squirter?" She didn't immediately understand what that meant… but one thing she did grasp was that it wasn't pee. That small realization made her feel a little better, enough for the thought of wanting to die to fade.
But the relief was short-lived. The next moment, as she once again became aware of her current situation, and the fact that she was still squirting—she didn't feel good at all. Even if her mind rejected it, her body betrayed her; the relentless fingering of her pussy and her G-spot being teased continued to send waves of pleasure through her, forcing moans past her lips.
"Mmf… aah… ha~"
For Kanzou, who wasn't a virgin and had plenty of sexual experience, finding a woman's G-spot wasn't difficult. He located Mikoto's with ease and relentlessly stimulated it, flooding her senses with intense pleasure and forcing yet another orgasm out of her.
"Cummingggg… cumming agaaainnn~!" Mikoto moaned as her legs trembled, toes curled, back arched, and head snapped back. Another orgasm ripped through her, waves upon waves of pleasure surging out from her pussy.
When the last wave subsided, he lifted his hand, dripping with her fluids, and held it before her lips. "Come on… open up…"
Mikoto didn't want to… but did she have a choice? Of course not.
Kanzou pried her mouth open and slid his soaked fingers inside, forcing her to taste her own squirt and pussy juices as he teased, "Don't worry… it's not pee… just taste it, you'll know…"
Mikoto wanted to argue, how could she possibly know, after all, she had never tasted pee, and she was never going to taste it, but with his hand in her mouth, she couldn't say a word. Her tongue moved involuntarily, swirling around his fingers as a mix of faint salty, fruity, and metallic tang spread across her tongue, mingling with the intrusive presence of his hand.
For some reason, tasting her own juices again left her senses numb and her mind hazy… before she even realized it, she began to move subconsciously, as if craving more, and noticing this, Kanzou let out a smile as he began thrusting his fingers deeper into her mouth.
Gwack! Gwack!
Slurp!
Chuu!
Plop!
Of course, his hand wasn't the only thing invading her. His cock hadn't remained dangling outside… it was once again buried deep inside her pussy as he resumed pounding her.
Plap! Plap!
Each ruthless thrust sent ripples through her body, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with the movement.
Squelch! Squelch!
Lewd sounds spilled from her soaked pussy with every thrust, mixing with her muffled moans, "Hnnngh~ Mmh… ahh… hnghh~" Her cries were garbled only because Kanzou's fingers were stuffed deep inside her mouth.
Glu! Glu!
Wet sounds echoed as he toyed with her throat and tongue. Sometimes he thrust his fingers down deep, other times he swirled them lazily, playing with her soft tongue before pulling them out with a wet pop and brushing them across her lips like a kiss, only to shove them back inside again, repeating the humiliating process over and over.
And all this while, the relentless clap of flesh against flesh echoed in the room, growing louder and louder.
Shap! Shap! Shap!
"Mmm~ Ah… ahh… haaahh!" Mikoto's muffled moans rose in pitch, her body writhing helplessly beneath him.
Kanzou grinned as he looked down at her, "That's it, Mikoto-san… moan… moan… and keep moaning…"
If anyone else had been in the house, they would have surely heard her cries and come to check up on her. But fortunately, there was no one, just Kanzou and Mikoto, allowing her to unravel completely under his merciless pounding.
Still, if anyone had seen her in this state, they would have doubted their own eyes, convinced they were under a genjutsu. Because this woman, sweaty, shameless, and gasping beneath him, looked nothing like the graceful and poised Uchiha Mikoto they knew.
The Uchiha Mikoto everyone knew was the very picture of elegance and grace… a true Yamato Nadeshiko. But the woman underneath him looked nothing like that. Right now, she seemed more like a whore, completely unlike the dignified Mikoto they all recognized.
Thinking of the difference, a wicked thought crossed Kanzou's mind: 'What would Fugaku feel if he saw his own fiancée moaning so shamelessly beneath me?'
'Kukuku! He'd definitely lose his mind…' Kanzou mused darkly, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips.
But then again… even if Fugaku did lose his mind, given his personality, Kanzou doubted he would actually do anything. When the Uchiha Clan was on the verge of extermination at the hands of his own son, he did nothing, so what could he possibly do if he learned his fiancée had been violated by another man?
'That wouldn't be fun… I need to push him, to rile him up… to make him burn with jealousy and feel the sting of humiliation for being cucked beyond measure…'
Yes, Kanzou wanted Fugaku to suffer like a true cuck and be consumed by that torment.
As he thought of how to make that happen, his eyes landed on the strip of black fabric binding Mikoto's wrists. An amused smile crept across his lips. 'Yeah… that will prove useful…'
He decided he'd take it with him later, but only after finishing his fun, after pounding her pussy and pleasuring himself to the fullest.
Temporarily pushing those thoughts aside, Kanzou focused only on her, his thrusts quickening with renewed vigor and intensity.
Shlap! Shlap! Shlap!
As Kanzou's thrusts grew harsher and faster, Mikoto's moans spilled louder, "Hnng~ Aaahhh… mmmnn…"
Each brutal push gave a stone-heavy pressure low in her belly, making her arch her back involuntarily, her body trembling as the sharp mix of pain and pleasure kept flooding her core beyond her capacity and even invaded her mind, flooding it to the brim.
Smirking down at her, Kanzou leaned closer, pinching her hardened nipples between his fingers. His gaze locked with hers, eyes clouded with lust, anger, and helplessness, as he teased, "Mikoto-san… you really are enjoying this… aren't you?"
"N… no… aaahh~ H-how could… mmm~ ah… that be… ahhh…" Mikoto tried to refute between ragged cries, but it didn't matter, her body was far too honest.
"Really? Then how do you explain those moans? Do you even hear yourself?" Kanzou taunted, slowing his thrusts just enough for her to recognize her own shameless cries.
"Aaahh~ nnnnghh~ haaahhh… ahhh~!"
"Hnnnn~ ahhh… mmfhh~ haaahhh…!"
Kanzou leaned close with a smirk. "That's your answer."
"T… this is… aaah~ it… it's just… mmm~… ahh…" Mikoto tried to speak, but her words collapsed into broken fragments, lost beneath the overwhelming dual stimulation as Kanzou bit down on her swollen nipples, tugging and teasing them with his mouth.
And the worst part? When she did hear herself… she realized her own voice wouldn't stop. The pleasure was striking so deeply, it was almost corrupting her mind. That awareness only deepened her shame.
"What are you even saying? I don't understand… Try saying it to me without moaning… otherwise, it wouldn't make any sense…" Kanzou mocked, releasing her nipples and leaning forward until his face hovered just above hers, their eyes locking.
But Mikoto couldn't say anything without moaning because she simply couldn't stop moaning… Kanzou wouldn't let her… even if she tried, he'd make sure to pound her more furiously just so that she continues to moan hopelessly.
Looking at her somewhat hopeless state, his lips curled into a grin. "No matter how much you deny it… You're still loving this. Even though you're being coerced and threatened… and should be reluctant and opposed… you're actually enjoying it, Mikoto-san. Could it be… that you're secretly a pervert?"
"N… no~" Mikoto refused adamantly, but the delirious tremor in her voice betrayed her. Even though she shouted her denial, it didn't sound convincing at all… not even to herself.
Kanzou chuckled darkly and twisted her words into a cruel mockery. "When a woman says no… it usually means yes, doesn't it? So, even though you're refusing… you're actually agreeing. You're enjoying the situation you're in."
Mikoto wanted to cry. 'What kind of messed-up logic is that? A… Although what he said might be true in many circumstances… obviously not in this one…'
But no matter how many times she tried to deny it, Kanzou made it meaningless… either he didn't let her speak at all… or if he allowed her to speak, he bent her words as if her refusal didn't exist.
Worse, despite the humiliation and hating every moment of it, her body betrayed her, responding with undeniable pleasure. That cruel truth crushed her spirit and left her drowning in hopelessness, making her even wonder if she really was the kind of pervert he accused her of being.
'No… no… no… I'm not a pervert…!' she thought desperately, shaking her head, unwilling to accept the label.
But what did it matter what she wanted?
From the very beginning, what she wanted never mattered.
What mattered was that Kanzou wanted to fuck her. He had threatened her with her grandfather's life to force her into this, and now he was fucking her, achieving his objective and relishing every moment of it while simultaneously assaulting her mind, breaking her down piece by piece.
After all, the true thrill for him wasn't the act itself. No… much of it came from the fact that she was utterly helpless beneath him, her will eroding, her mind fracturing inch by inch.
That look of helplessness and pain, blended with unwanted yet uncontrollable lust, filled him with pure euphoria.
Gripping her waist tightly, Kanzou thrust into her with rapid, unrelenting force—shpa, shpa, shpa!
His ragged cries spilled out as he called her name over and over, staring into her eyes as though claiming her as his possession, "Mikoto-san… Mikoto-san… Mikoto-san… haah… you're so beautiful, Mikoto-san… Seeing you moaning beneath me like this… it makes me want to make you mine… keep fucking you again and again… and fill you up with my cum…"
"N… no…" Mikoto almost shrieked the moment he mentioned filling her up with his cum. Panic surged through her, cutting through the haze of lust clouding her mind and forcing her to struggle, desperate to break free.
The situation was already unbearable, but if he released his seed inside her… wouldn't that make everything worse?
What if she became pregnant with his child?
'No… that would be disastrous.' She couldn't allow herself to carry the child of someone who wasn't her fiancé and whom she wasn't supposed to marry. The very thought terrified her… and she struggled harder to break free.
But could she really escape from him?
Obviously not… not to mention the vast difference in their strength. Her hands were bound, her legs weak and trembling from the relentless pounding… and with his thick cock ramming deep into her sensitive pussy, as a deep, folding ache that buckled her breath and pressing against her G-Spot, draining all her strength, how could she possibly break away?
Yet again, Mikoto realized the futility of resisting… she was far too weak. So instead, she tried to beg, reasoning with him between ragged breaths, "No… no… mmf… you can't… you can't do that… If I get pre… pregnant… it won't be good for either of us…"
But seeing her panic only thrilled Kanzou further. He laughed darkly, "Fufu~ pregnant with my child? Is that what scares you, Mikoto-san? But for some reason… just the thought of you carrying my child excites me… I'd love to see Fugaku's face when he stares in shock at your swollen belly…"
The horrified expression on Mikoto's face was like a drug to him, and just imagining the kind of face Fugaku would make if Mikoto ended up getting pregnant with his child sent his excitement soaring until he felt his release building.
Instantly, Kanzou became restless, and the desire to squirt his seeds into her pussy became stronger… His thrusts grew even more frenzied as he gasped, "Haah… haah… i-it's coming… it's coming soon… get ready… get ready to take all my cum in your pussy, Mikoto-san…"
"Nnf… aah… ha~" Moans were all Mikoto could manage beneath Kanzou's relentless pounding. Her fear only deepened as she saw the determined look on his face, knowing he intended to finish inside her as he thrusted into her with all his strength, which felt extremely brutal.
Each brutal drive of his cock made its outline bulge visibly against her lower belly, a sight that only spurred him to pound her harder, as though he wanted to rattle every bone in her body.
Mikoto wanted desperately to stop him, but there was nothing she could do. Her body betrayed her as her pussy convulsed under the merciless and brutal thrusts, squelching out orgasm after orgasm until her mind turned hazy and muddled, her slack tongue spilling out helpless moans, "Aah… haa… mmm~"
The merciless pounding didn't even allow her to keep her thoughts straight. The only reason she could still form any thoughts at all was because of Kanzou's words echoing in her mind… but those thoughts terrified her, for they all revolved around the possibility of becoming pregnant with his seed.
That very fear only served to drive Kanzou wilder. He felt his cock pulse, twitch, and swell to its limit as he reached the very edge of restraint.
"Uggh… can't hold back anymore…" he groaned, his voice thick with lust. With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible, pressing against her womb. "Haaah… cumming… I'm going to flood your pussy, Mikoto-san!"
"N… no… don't… please…!" Mikoto cried, shaking her head, desperate to escape, but her bound body betrayed her, her weak legs trembling helplessly as he held her in place.
"Guhhh…" Kanzou growled as thick, hot semen gushed inside her, splattering deep against her cervix.
Mikoto's eyes widened in horror, then rolled back as her body convulsed violently.
"Aaaahhh~! Haaahhh~!" The shameful moans spilled out as her body reached climax in perfect sync with his release.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Ropes of hot semen continued to spill from his cock as Mikoto's tight pussy clenched and milked him greedily, as though determined to drain every last drop, which made him groan in pleasure, letting out a sigh, "Haah," before turning his gaze to Mikoto.
Watching her gasp for breath, her half-lidded eyes hazy with exhaustion and lingering pleasure, Kanzou smirked darkly. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered mockingly, "Fufu~ Look at you, Mikoto-san… moaning so sweetly while I'm filling your womb. Even while being forced, your body welcomes me… You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
Mikoto's face burned crimson as tears mixed with sweat on her cheeks. "N… no… I'm not…!" she tried to deny weakly, but her trembling body, spasming around his cock, told the truth.
"Don't lie to me," Kanzou sneered, thrusting shallowly to milk out the last of his semen inside her. "Your pussy is squeezing me so tight right now… If you really hated it, why are you cumming all over my cock?"
His mocking words cut deeper than the act itself, leaving Mikoto utterly broken, humiliated by the undeniable betrayal of her own body as tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.
Yet again, Kanzou paid no mind to her tears. With his cock still buried deep inside her pussy, he shifted on the futon and lay down beside her, murmuring to himself, "Let's try some spooning…"
Rolling her onto her side so that her pale back rested against his chest, he pulled her closer, pressing her firmly to him. Then, lifting one of her smooth thighs, he held it aloft to create a fresh, open angle for his thrusts to drive into her more easily.
The sudden movement and change in position startled her. Tear-streaked and trembling, she glanced back at him and asked shakily, "Wh-what are you doing now?"
He had already taken what he wanted, fucking her senseless and even releasing inside her despite her desperate begging and pleas. So why was he holding her like this now? Was he planning to cuddle her? Coddle her? Apologize to her? Maybe even soothe her heart?
Mikoto doubted it. After being abused and used so brutally just moments ago, there was no way he would suddenly turn gentle.
Even if he wanted to try that, Mikoto wouldn't accept it, and not that it would work on her anyway.
And sure enough, she was right. Kanzou had no intention of comforting her. No, he had something else in mind. Smirking wickedly, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Now… I'm starting the second round of fucking."
"What? S-Second round?" Mikoto was taken aback… she hadn't expected this at all.
Having finished once already, she expected him to get up and leave… but instead, he was preparing to start the second round of fucking?
How could that be?
Wasn't one round supposed to be a man's limit?
"Mikoto-san… you didn't think it would end with just one round, did you? I can still go on for two, maybe even three more rounds… so you have to be prepared…" Kanzou smirked, his cock still rock hard.
He might not have the monstrous virility to keep going endlessly, but three to four rounds were hardly impossible for him.
While the volume of his release would naturally lessen with each climax, his stamina and strength posed no issue, he had plenty to spare. And he intended to make full use of it, determined to give Mikoto an unforgettable first experience.
'Well… I doubt it isn't already an unforgettable first experience,' thought Kanzou in amusement.
Hearing that he intended to fuck her two or three more times, despair once again clouded Mikoto's mind. The mere thought of enduring more left her trembling inside and filled with revulsion.
But she didn't even have the chance to sink fully into that despair, nor to voice any refusal. Before she could, he issued another cruel reminder: "Remember… Tadayoshi-sama's life is at stake. You wouldn't refuse me, would you?"
"N… No… y… you can continue Kanzou-sama," Mikoto stammered… giving up… even as tears fell…
What else could she do? With the life of her grandfather on the line… could she still refuse him?
"Fufu… aren't you a clever woman? That's a good quality to have…" Kanzou chuckled.
With her thigh lifted high and his cock still buried deep inside her, he began moving his hips again, resuming his relentless thrusts, forcing her into yet another round she could only dread.
*PLAK* *PLAK* *PLAK*
And while fucking her pussy, he buried his lips against the nape of her neck, biting down and leaving marks of ownership across her pale skin, all while forcing out delirious moans from her lips that were filled with pleasure, pain, and despair…
"Aaahhhh…! Haaahh~! Hnnghh…!"
Indeed, despair for Uchiha Mikoto had only just begun…!
There was still so much more she would be forced to endure…!
...
Nearly an hour later, Kanzou emerged from Mikoto's bedroom, fully dressed but with a refreshed expression and an ear-to-ear grin as he stuffed a piece of black fabric with three holes in it into the pockets of his pants under the scrutinizing and disgusted gaze of the woman to whom it belonged.
"What do you want to do with that?" she asked, looking disgusted at the thought of letting him take that.
"Of course, it's a trophy…" chuckled Kanzou while thinking to himself, 'It will come in handy in the future…'
Mikoto clenched her fists at his action and his words, but was helpless and followed behind with an equally composed face and neat clothes.
It's just that she was only composed on the outside, covered by her neat and clean clothes.
Underneath her clothes, it was a different story.
Her unsteady posture, her stiff movements, her trembling body, the white fluids tracing along her thighs because of the absence of the fabric, which would have been there normally but was no longer there because Kanzou had stuffed it into his pocket, were a few signs to suggest the true picture of what had happened in the bedroom in the past hour.
But Mikoto couldn't care about all that at the moment.
As Kanzou began to step out, she called after him in a restrained voice, "Remember what you promised me. Don't hurt Sōfu-sama."
Her parents had died when she was young, and it was her grandfather who had raised her.
He was her only remaining family.
"That," Kanzou said with a smirk, "depends on how well you behave from now on."
He glanced at her casually. "Today's performance… didn't exactly impress me."
Although seeing Mikoto's beautiful body in a bare state, fucking her, dominating her mind & body, leaving hickey's all over as a mark of his ownership over her, and filling her up with his cum despite her desperate pleas, felt good… her lack of cooperation left Kanzou rather unsatisfied.
It would have been more fun if she had taken on the responsibility herself… so that he could have rested there with a relaxed expression and watched her as she tried to fuck him… please him with her body… he wanted that…
But obviously that didn't happen… She acted more like someone who was suffering, who had given up, rather than someone who was actively pleasing and serving him… and that was unacceptable to him.
He wanted her to devote herself to him… serve him with all her heart.
"You—" Mikoto wanted to beat him up for complaining after he had done so many vile and shameful things to her, but before she could do so, Kanzou had already disappeared, leaving her behind in the empty hallway of her house.
Utterly lost, Mikoto collapsed against the wall as the tears she was trying her best to hold back for the past few hours came flooding out, "What am I supposed to do now…?"
Her dignity had been torn apart by Kanzou, and what happened today had completely shattered her sense of self-worth.
Worse still was her current position, how could she ever face Fugaku?
Marriage between them was now out of the question.
…
Mikoto's emotional turmoil was of no concern to Kanzou. He had neither the time nor the interest to ponder what was going on in her heart.
He wasn't worried that she'd blabber about what they had done… doing so would only tarnish her own dignity.
But even if she did, Kanzou wouldn't care… rather, he'd be happy as she'd be throwing mud on Fugaku's face…'
'Well, now onto the more important matters…' shaking his head, Kanzou focused on the System.
"System, report the rewards again."
While he had received a system notification during the act, Kanzou had been too focused to check it at the time.
[Ding. The host coerced Uchiha Mikoto into prostituting herself and forcibly took her virginity. Rewards: Mangekyō Sharingan, +100,000 Evil Points]
"Bloody hell... That's a massive haul."
Kanzou was stunned by the massive reward.
He had managed to earn 5000 points from Douma's death, but the reward from that wasn't even a fraction of what he gained this time.
The one thing Kanzou desired most, Mangekyō Sharingan, was now his, along with 100,000 evil points.
Earning it through Mikoto had left him unsettled. He had never imagined acquiring the Mangekyō Sharingan in such a way. It felt surreal.
'I might have cracked the cod–!'
But his thoughts were broken by a surge of terrifying, overwhelming visual prowess that flooded into his eyes, followed by a sharp, piercing pain.
It didn't last long, but the sheer force of it was unforgettable.
When the pain faded, Kanzou felt the terrifying surge of power settle into his vision. Compared to the Three Tomoe Sharingan, this was on a whole different level, his visual prowess had increased by dozens of times.
Not only had Kanzou's visual prowess evolved, but his chakra had also surged significantly.
Originally on the verge of reaching Kage-level, Kanzou had now fully crossed that threshold. He was no longer a contender; he was a true Kage-level powerhouse. And with the addition of the Mangekyō Sharingan, his combat strength placed him among the elite even within that tier.
"I wonder what kind of ocular Jutsu I've awakened…"
It didn't take him long to piece it together.
"Amenominakanushi… and Amenotokotachi?"
Kanzou's right eye had awakened Amenominakanushi, while his left eye had awakened Amenotokotachi.
As he began to understand their abilities, a cold breath escaped him. "Hiss… these ocular jutsu… aren't they a bit too terrifying?" Even he was stunned by the powers he had unlocked.
Both techniques were related to time.
Amenominakanushi, the ocular jutsu of his left eye, could alter both the perception and the actual flow of time for a target relative to himself.
To understand it more clearly, consider a simple example: a kunai is thrown toward him. If he activates Amenominakanushi on that kunai, the weapon itself slows down.
It's important to clarify that he won't just be perceiving the Kunai moving slowly, as it happens with enhanced perception of Sharingan.
No, the kunai would truly move more slowly through space.
This wasn't a trick of vision. It wasn't heightened reflexes or predictive sight.
And this slower movement wouldn't just be the result of an external force like resistance or inertia. It was the direct manipulation of time itself.
Indeed, time itself would be slowed down for the kunai relative to the rest of the world.
In a sense, Amenominakanushi resembled the Noro Noro no Mi/Slow-Slow Fruit from Nepo Piece.
Quite obviously, Amenominakanushi was effective not only on weapons like kunai, but on people as well, and that made the ocular jutsu all the more terrifying.
With Amenominakanushi, differences in speed became largely irrelevant. It didn't matter how fast his enemies were; in relation to him, they would always be slower.
And yet, Amenotokotachi, the ocular jutsu of his right eye, was no less frightening.
If Amenominakanushi allowed him to slow the flow of time for objects or individuals within his line of sight, then Amenotokotachi went a step further, it allowed him to stop them outright.
It granted him the power to freeze targets in time and space, effectively halting time itself. The duration of this suspension depended on how much chakra he expended and the strength of his visual prowess.
Together, these two ocular jutsu were nearly invincible.
Their only drawback lay in the immense strain they placed on both chakra reserves and visual prowess.
In addition to these two eye techniques, Kanzou now had access to Susanoo, a visual Jutsu that could be summoned as long as the Mangekyō Sharingan in both eyes was activated.
Susanoo was a symbol of absolute destruction. It was said that those who witnessed it rarely lived to tell the tale.
"This time, the reward is immense… and for that, I have to thank you, Mikoto-san," Kanzou muttered with a smile.
What Kanzou craved above all else was power, the ability to control and dominate everything. Compared to that, women, wealth, and influence were secondary.
For seventeen years, Kanzou had focused solely on training. He had tried everything to grow stronger, so much so that he never spared time for interacting with women beyond a superficial level.
And he wasn't planning to change his objective all that much…
"Even though I've awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan and broken through to Kage-level, it's still not enough," Kanzou muttered to himself.
He couldn't ignore the major flaw of the Mangekyō Sharingan, progressive blindness.
The only known way to overcome this side effect was to evolve it into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, which required transplanting the Mangekyō Sharingan of a sibling.
But Kanzou had no siblings. In fact, he had no true blood relatives at all.
That meant the only hope of attaining the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan lay with the system.
Until that evolution became possible, Kanzou knew he had to be extremely cautious with how often he used his Mangekyō Sharingan.
He couldn't afford to abuse it.
...
Back at Elder Tadayoshi's mansion, Mikoto stood alone in the bathroom.
She had stripped out of her clothes that were covered in sweat and musk and now stared at her reflection in the mirror, noticing dozens of bite marks scattered across her shoulders, her neck, her breasts.
Kanzou had meant to leave those bite marks on her body, and every one of them stood out clearly to her now. She traced her fingers over the marks. They barely stung anymore—but that was only the physical pain.
Her heart hurt far more.
Each mark was a reminder of what she had been forced to endure. They marked the presence of the monster who had violated her against her will, left there so she would never forget what had been done to her.
They served their purpose all too well. The moment she looked at them, tears spilled freely down her face.
And it wasn't only the marks.
After such torment, her entire body ached, but the pain was worst between her legs. She felt swollen, tender, throbbing with a deep, lingering ache. It felt as though she had been torn—whether truly injured or simply suffering from having been pushed far beyond her limits, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that the pain was real.
The physical reminders clung to her skin and traced along her inner thighs, mixing with the ache and leaving her unable to escape what she had been through.
"W-woo… I… I need to wash…" she choked out to herself as she hurried to clean up.
She did so mechanically, but the tears never stopped. They kept falling no matter how much she scrubbed, no matter how much she tried to steady herself.
Even after she finished and sank into the bathtub, the sobs refused to fade. She curled in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her body as she cried in helpless whimpers, a single thought looping endlessly in her mind.
'What did I ever do to deserve this…? I… woo…'
…
Fugaku's Mansion, Uchiha Compound
"What did you say? Uchiha Kanzou went to Tadayoshi-sama's residence and stayed for more than two hours." Fugaku's expression darkened as he listened to the report from his subordinate. The longer he listened, the more twisted his face became, his anger steadily rising.
He knew the Elder had been with him all day, which meant the only one at the Elder's home was Uchiha Mikoto.
A man and a woman, alone for over two hours… Unless one was deliberately naïve, it was impossible not to draw some conclusions about what the two of them were doing.
"You saw what happened with your own eyes?" Fugaku's crimson eyes glinted, the three tomoe of his Sharingan flickering ominously. His breathing quickened.
The subordinate hesitated for a second, then chose to speak honestly.
"I didn't dare get too close, but from a distance, I saw Uchiha Kanzou hold Mikoto-sama in his arms at the door. And… when he turned to leave, it was Uchiha Mikoto who reached out and pulled him back inside."
"The rest… I don't know. The door was closed, and the windows were curtained," the subordinate said cautiously.
He had been observing from a distance, unable to hear what Kanzou and Mikoto were saying.
At best, he could only piece together the general situation through body language.
The distance had been deliberate; he feared getting too close and being discovered by Kanzou.
Unbeknownst to him, Kanzou had already noticed his presence. In fact, everything he was now reporting to Fugaku was precisely what Kanzou had wanted him to see and deliver.
Fucking Mikoto was never him acting with just his dick… of course, there was that… but he had also been planning for this exact situation.
Bang!
Fugaku overturned the table in a fit of rage. The sound of shattering wood and crashing objects filled the room as he continued to lash out violently.
His Sharingan spun wildly, the three tomoe whirling with such ferocity that they almost fused, almost, but not enough. It still wasn't painful enough to awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Uchiha Kanzou… you Bastard!" Fugaku bellowed his name with pure hatred in his voice that also seeking a target.
Shhk!
A blade pierced the chest of the trusted subordinate, "This matter must never be leaked. You have to die."
If word got out, what right would he have to become the patriarch after being humiliated like this? The scandal would ruin his chances completely.
Even if he suspected he'd been betrayed, he had to endure it, for now. Only by becoming the patriarch could he truly settle the score with Uchiha Kanzou.
And as for that woman, Uchiha Mikoto… Fugaku's fists clenched tightly.
Once, he had been proud to call Uchiha Mikoto his fiancée. She was the most beautiful woman in the Uchiha clan, perhaps even among the top three in all of Konoha.
But now? Fugaku could barely contain the urge to kill her.
An impure woman had no right to be the patriarch's wife.
"Uchiha Tadayoshi… do you truly support me?"
Now that he believed Mikoto had betrayed him with Kanzou, Fugaku's trust in the elder Tadayoshi had begun to crumble because of her actions.
…
Meanwhile, at Mikoto's house, Elder Tadayoshi noticed his granddaughter sitting quietly at the dining table, her chopsticks untouched and her expression deflated.
Something felt off.
"Mikoto… are you feeling unwell?" Tadayoshi asked gently.
His question pulled her from her thoughts. "Huh? Oh… It's nothing, Sōfu-sama," she replied, quickly picking up her chopsticks and beginning to eat.
Of course, she couldn't tell her grandfather that Kanzou had threatened her into having sex with him. She was terrified of what might happen to both of them if she did. More than that, she feared what her grandfather would think of her, his granddaughter, after learning what she had been forced to do and that she had done something so bad…
"Are you sure?" Tadayoshi pressed, concerned.
Mikoto gave a small, apologetic smile and offered a vague excuse laced with quiet meaning. "Today just… hasn't been a good day for me, Sōfu-sama. I'm a little out of sorts, but I'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about."
Tadayoshi paused, catching the subtle undertone in her words. "I see… Forgive me for asking."
…
[Ding! Alienated the relationship between Uchiha Fugaku, Uchiha Tadayoshi, and Uchiha Mikoto. Reward: Evil Points +8,000]
"I really don't understand how this reward system calculates things," Kanzou muttered, shaking his head. Still, this time, he'd truly struck gold.
He got to enjoy himself, sabotage a few relationships, and even received a hefty reward from the system. It was a win on all fronts.
"With so many evil points stacked up, I suppose it's time to start spending."
If he hadn't already unlocked the Mangekyō Sharingan, Kanzou would have hoarded every point to try and unlock it. But now that he had it, it was finally time to start shopping.
"System, is the store limited to items from the Naruto world only?"
[The store only displays items from the world the Host currently resides in. Items from other worlds are not available for purchase and can only be acquired through rewards.]
"Tch. Figures. And everything's so damn expensive."
Even the cheapest S-rank jutsu cost 100,000 evil points, and the more powerful ones weren't even close to being affordable.
Needless to say, some of these items are even more expensive than standard ninjutsu.
There are also rare and specialised techniques, like the Nara Clan's Shadow Imitation Jutsu, that come with a hefty price tag.
"The Hatake clan's kenjutsu style costs over 100,000 evil points… well, Hatake Sakumo did earn the title of Konoha's White Fang with just his swordsmanship," Kanzou muttered. "This kind of value does make sense."
Then his eyes fell on something even more absurd.
"Wait, you can buy ocular Jutsu too? Uchiha Obito's Kamui, just the phasing technique, costs 250,000 evil points? And the combined ability of both eyes is a whopping 500,000? That's more expensive than buying a Mangekyō Sharingan outright! Ridiculous."
Still, he had to admit, Obito's Mangekyō abilities were among the most broken in the original timeline.
"Then again, it doesn't matter. No matter how powerful they are, I've got Amenotokotachi. That trumps everything."
He scrolled further, only to see another absurd number.
"The Flying Raijin Jutsu costs 300,000 evil points? Dammit... and here I thought I was rich. Turns out I'm still broke."
Kanzou realised he couldn't afford the techniques he truly desired.
Techniques like the Flying Raijin or Obito's Kamui were simply out of reach.
Although Hatake-style kenjutsu was priced at 120,000 evil points, within his budget, Kanzou was hesitant to spend that much on it.
"Hatake Sakumo isn't dead yet. I might be able to obtain his sword style through other means," Kanzou muttered. "Besides, the Uchiha clan's swordsmanship isn't bad either."
After all, during the Warring States Era, the Uchiha were a powerhouse in every sense.
While their Sharingan and Fire Style techniques were the most well-known, they excelled in other forms of combat arts as well.
Bukijutsu is also Uchiha's specialty.
One of the Sharingan's greatest strengths was its ability to copy. Though it couldn't replicate secret techniques or bloodline abilities, it could mimic most forms of taijutsu, ninjutsu, and kenjutsu.
"Let's see how much Chidori and Rasengan cost," he murmured as he searched for the two jutsu.
Both Chidori and Rasengan were legendary techniques. Anyone familiar with canon would immediately recognize them, and their countless derivatives.
Chidori alone had spawned techniques such as Chidori Current, Chidori Senbon, Chidori Sharp Spear, Kirin, and more. Rasengan was even more versatile, with variants like Big Ball Rasengan, Wind Style Rasengan, Vanishing Rasengan, Rasenshuriken, and numerous versions infused with other nature transformations and even Kekkei Genkai.
They were the signature techniques of the story's two main protagonists, Chidori belonging to Sasuke, and Rasengan to Naruto.
Developed by Kakashi and Minato, respectively, both are A-rank ninjutsu.
Given their power and versatility, Kanzou fully expected them to carry a steep price.
"Hm… Chidori costs fifty thousand?" he muttered. "And Rasengan… seventy-five thousand evil points? That's really…"
Still, considering their potential, the price wasn't exactly surprising.
'I really need to step up my game and earn more evil points,' he sighed, shaking his head as he closed the system shop after making note of how many Evil Points he had.
Current Balance: 1,25,000 Evil Points.
As for actually purchasing either of the two jutsu, there was no need.
He already knew both.
That's right, Kanzou had long since mastered both Chidori and Rasengan.
Having watched the training processes for both jutsu in canon, and with years of time to train, how could he not have developed them himself?
While he had forgotten some minor details, his deep understanding of shape and nature transformation allowed him to fully reconstruct the techniques. Once he grasped them, he recreated both jutsu on his own and at a relatively young age.
Chidori was practically designed for the Uchiha. The technique's fatal flaw, tunnel vision while moving at extremely high speed, could only be overcome using the Sharingan; thus, it is meant mainly for the Uchiha.
For him, mastering it was only natural while he was studying the Lightning Nature Transformation.
The same applied to Rasengan. A technique with near-limitless potential that didn't even require hand seals was definitely something he intended to master. Not to mention the amount of training it gave him in improving his understanding of the Shape Transformation of the Chakra.
So, he learned them…
In a sense, within this world, Kanzou could even be considered the creator of both Chidori and Rasengan.