Content Warning: Chapter contains R*pe scene. Reader discretion is advised.
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"Yo, Fugaku-san, looks like you're healing up well."
Enemies really do tend to run into each other. Kanzou encountered Fugaku the moment he returned to the Uchiha compound.
At his mocking words, Fugaku's wound throbbed dully.
Of course, he wasn't truly healed. Even with treatment from the medical team, it was impossible to recover so quickly
Kanzou's blade had nearly split him open.
"Kanzou, do you even realise what you've done?" he growled, clenching his jaw through the pain.
"Your actions have offended nearly every clan in Konoha! Do you understand the chaos you've brought upon the Uchiha?"
Kanzou's eyes narrowed. 'So this wasn't a coincidence,' he thought. Fugaku hadn't just 'bumped' into him; he'd been waiting.
And it wasn't just Fugaku. Several other Uchiha clansmen stood nearby, watching closely.
"Offended them?" Kanzou scoffed. "Since when has the Uchiha clan ever been afraid of offending others?" Kanzou sneered.
"Our Uchiha clan should be standing above all others, shouldn't it? Even if I offend every clan in Konoha, who would dare point fingers at us?"
"Well said!"
"Kanzou-sama is right! Since when has the Uchiha clan feared offending others?"
That was the Uchiha nature: prideful, arrogant, and unyielding. What outsiders saw as sheer arrogance, the Uchiha saw as righteous confidence.
To others, Kanzou's words might have sounded reckless, but to the Uchiha, they made perfect sense. If they weren't afraid of the Hokage, why should they fear offending other clans?
It was exactly this attitude that had left the Uchiha clan isolated in Konoha, without allies or friends.
Fugaku's expression darkened. 'Are these people all brainless?'
He had come here, despite his injuries, and gathered the clan members on purpose to undermine Kanzou's influence, hoping they would understand the foolishness of Kanzou's actions. If he could weaken Kanzou's popularity and reduce his support, then Kanzou's path to becoming clan head would be much harder.
It was a pity that, even as a member of the Uchiha clan, Fugaku still didn't understand how the majority of his own people thought.
There might indeed be quite a few Clansmen who'd agree with Fugaku… but not the majority.
The truth was, Kanzou understood the Uchiha better than Fugaku ever could.
Many of the clansmen who had originally supported Fugaku now found themselves agreeing with Kanzou's words.
With a cold snort, Fugaku turned and left in silence.
Kanzou looked disdainfully at him, who walked away with his plan having failed.
"Everyone," Kanzou declared, "I will lead the Uchiha clan to trample every clan in Konoha beneath our feet, and show the entire ninja world that the Uchiha are the strongest of all!"
His bold words stirred the hearts of the Uchiha, and even those who had remained neutral began to shift their support toward him.
'They really aren't the brightest.' As Kanzou walked away, he sighed inwardly.
'Once I become the Clan head, the first thing I'll have to do is reform the Uchiha. No power, but full of arrogance, what a joke.'
'At least they have to be strong enough…'
If every Uchiha possessed the strength of Madara, Kanzou wouldn't mind how arrogant they were, but the problem was, they weren't.
'But the matter of becoming the Patriarch… let's push that aside for the time being… right now… fufu… let's pay Mikoto-san a visit…'
With that in mind, instead of going home, he headed to the elder's residence.
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Elder Tadayoshi's residence
"You… why are you here?"
Mikoto's eyes flickered with unease when she saw him. Her expression was conflicted, she genuinely didn't know how to face Uchiha Kanzou.
"Of course I'm here because I missed you, Mikoto-san," Kanzou said with an easy smile. "And you, did you miss me?"
Did she?
Absolutely not. She hadn't missed him in the slightest. If anything, she wished she could go the rest of her life without seeing him again.
But if she was being honest, she had thought of him, mostly while crying, while afraid, while in pain, repeatedly asking herself why he had hurt her and whether he might show up again to hurt her more.
And… he really did show up, which made her tremble, tears threatening to spill over.
Noticing her reaction, Kanzou chuckled softly and said, "Did you miss me so much that you started crying the moment I arrived? Well, I'm touched, Mikoto-san. Don't worry… now that I'm here, come, give me a hug."
Of course, he knew exactly what she was thinking and why she was crying, but he didn't care in the slightest.
He opened his arms and stepped closer, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.
Mikoto trembled as his hands approached. Fear shot through her, and every instinct told her to step back. She hated being touched by him, let alone being hugged, and right at the entrance of the house. Anyone passing by could see them… it would be a scandal.
But before she could actually back away, his next words froze her in place.
"Think about Tadayoshi-sama."
His voice slipped into her ears like a whisper from a devil.
The deaths of the two Elders not long ago were a stark reminder for her.
Although it was accepted that Uchiha Haruto was the murderer, Mikoto understood that the person responsible for their death was Kanzou.
If he dared to kill them, would he really hesitate to deal with her grandfather?
Frozen in fear, Mikoto couldn't move even as Kanzou pulled her into his arms. His grip tightened around her back in a slow, deliberate embrace, making her entire body go rigid.
She trembled, but she couldn't bring herself to resist; she simply stood stiff and unresponsive in his hold.
"As expected… Mikoto-san, your scent, your warmth… it really did call me back," Kanzou murmured with a low chuckle, breathing in the faint fragrance of her shampoo and the subtle warmth of her soft, delicate body.
Mikoto's face flushed, from his closeness, his words, the overwhelming feel of him pressing against her.
She could smell him as well, and it sent an involuntary heat up her neck.
Her ear rested against his chest, and the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat filled her senses.
Hearing it so clearly made her feel something she couldn't even name.
Her own heart pounded rapidly, from fear, embarrassment, and the suffocating tension of the moment.
"S-someone… s-someone might see…" she stuttered, hoping desperately that the thought of being seen would make him let go and step back.
But Kanzou didn't seem to care, and said, "Fufu… even if someone were to see us… let them see us…" and added, "Could it be Mikoto-san… do you dislike being embraced by me?"
Mikoto didn't even know how to answer him. Her feelings twisted painfully inside her. On one hand, she hated this, hated him, the man who had violated her, threatened her, and made her cry. She also understood that she was already promised to another man and had accepted that fate long ago.
But on the other hand… Kanzou was someone she had always secretly admired. Admiration she kept buried deep in her heart, knowing it was never meant for her. Yet now, standing in his embrace, she was forced to confront those conflicting emotions all at once.
Before she could gather her thoughts, Kanzou continued speaking.
"I was originally planning to eliminate Elder Tadayoshi as well," he said calmly. "But then I thought of you… And of the time we spent together in your bedroom, in each other's arms. So I decided to let him live."
He smiled lightly. "Congratulations, Mikoto-san. Your efforts saved your Sofu-sama's life. You should be proud."
'Proud?' Mikoto almost wanted to curse him. How was she supposed to feel proud that being violated by him had been the price for her grandfather's life? There was nothing to be proud of, only bitterness and hate.
Even if she greatly admired him in her heart, she couldn't feel proud of it at all!
Uncaring about her feelings or discomfort, Kanzou kissed her on the cheek and continued, "But you must not forget, whether your Sofu-sama continues to live or die... that still depends on your actions. And unlike last time, I hope this time… you'd fare better and serve me properly. I'll let you know in advance… I also like dedication from the woman I am fucking…"
With that said, he let go of her and walked inside her house, making his way towards her bedroom.
Watching Kanzou disappear inside, Mikoto remained frozen at the entrance… She hesitated for a moment, looked around to make sure no one was watching them, closed the door of the house, and then followed him.
"I'm sorry, Fugaku-sama… but I don't have a choice," she murmured.
Though she was engaged to Fugaku, the one person who meant the most to her was the grandfather who raised her.
After all, Fugaku was just a fiancé, not yet her husband. Because of the difference in their ages and the traditional beliefs of the Uchiha Clan, she hasn't had much contact with Fugaku outside of special events; therefore, it would be wrong to say whether she has any feelings for him.
If she were truly married to Uchiha Fugaku, she would rather die than betray him.
But… she isn't married yet. She was supposed to marry Fugaku once he officially became the Patriarch. However, since that process has been delayed, their marriage has naturally been postponed as well.
'At this point… I doubt I can even get married to him…'
Shaking it off, she quietly shut the front door and made her way toward the bedroom to be violated by the same man.
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Mikoto's Bedroom
After Mikoto finished preparing the Futon, just like last time, she was about to lie down when Kanzou placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "We're doing things a bit differently this time," he said.
"D… differently?" she asked, her expression stiffening with nervousness.
He gave a slight nod. "Last time was your first time. You were a virgin, so I handled nearly everything. But now… you've had a taste of it. You're not some clueless girl anymore. So this time, I expect you to properly serve me, Mikoto-san."
Indeed, unlike the last time when she remained underneath him all the time, this time, instead of leaving her as a passive recipient, he wanted to make her a forced participant, someone with no choice but to take active steps rather than simply lying passively on the futon.
With that, he lay down on the Futon, folded his hands behind his head, and left the rest to her.
"Go on," he said lightly. "It's all up to you now."
As for why he wanted her to act on her own… the reason was obvious. He intended to deepen her internal conflict and push her into even greater emotional turmoil.
After all, compared to being a passive recipient, forced participation would leave her thinking, 'I… I can't believe I'm doing something like this…!'
He wants her to have this kind of thought.
"T-this…" she stood frozen, her body tense and unmoving.
Yes, technically, she wasn't a virgin anymore, but it had only happened once. And even then, he had taken complete control. She had not even responded to him at that time… not even tried to respond… she was too afraid and helpless.
But now… he expected her to go through with it?
She didn't want to; every part of her resisted, yet she had no real choice. Whatever she felt didn't matter. Not her reluctance, not her fear… nothing.
"T-that… can you… a-at least tell me what to do?" she asked, hoping he would guide her.
There were several reasons behind her request.
First, if he instructed her, if he ordered her, then her actions would no longer feel like her own initiative. It would become compliance rather than choice, allowing her to hand over control and escape the turmoil of feeling responsible for taking the lead herself.
And second… she genuinely didn't know what to do.
It wasn't ignorance; she had some idea of what was expected. But the fear, the pressure, and the overwhelming nervousness made it impossible for her to think clearly.
Hearing her request, Kanzou fell silent for a moment. He understood exactly what was going through her mind… and honestly, he didn't want to guide her. He wanted her to take the initiative on her own.
But after considering it, and recognising she was still inexperienced and unlikely to manage much without direction, he finally nodded.
"Fine… I suppose I'll instruct you this time."
A smirk tugged at his lips as he added, "Well then, let's start by getting rid of that blouse. Take it off… and let me see your beautiful tits."
Hearing that instruction, Mikoto stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as heat flooded her cheeks. The words weren't subtle at all, crude, demanding, stripping away any pretense of gentleness, and the shame twisted deep in her gut, making her fingers curl into fists at her sides.
She'd have preferred... no, she dreaded it, but a kiss first might have muddled her thoughts, blurred the edges of this nightmare with something almost tender. At least then, her mind could fog over, make the rest easier to bear... but of course, that wasn't his intent.
Kanzou's eyes gleamed with that familiar, predatory intent as he watched his cornered prey.
Seeing her frozen there, he grew impatient and spoke harshly, "What are you standing there for? Go on... remove that blouse."
"R-removing... I am removing..." she stammered, dreading his harsh tone and bit her lip hard. And feeling his gaze upon her, reluctance warred with the fear knotting her chest.
Left with no choice, she reached for the hem of her blouse, then, with fumbling fingers, she gripped the soft fabric and began to pull it upward.
The material dragged slowly over her soft and smooth skin, inch by inch, exposing the fair, smooth plane of her stomach along with her navel to his gaze.
Kanzou licked his lips slowly, hunger flashing in those abyss-black eyes as he appreciated the sight of her dipping navel.
He even made sure to let her know what he was thinking in that moment, "Mikoto-san, you have such a sexy stomach… and that cute navel, I can't help but want to tease it."
"W-what are you saying?!" she stammered in a voice pitched her than normal. Quite obviously, she felt ashamed, which was apparent from the heat blazing across her skin. In her flustered state, she even ended up yanking the fabric higher in her haste. The motion flattened her abdomen taut as the faint, delicate outline of her ribs peeked subtly from her sides.
"I am just appreciating your beauty..." Kanzou shrugged, unrepentant, and his gaze never wavered as he urged her on calmly. "And come on... just get rid of that blouse already... I want to see your tits."
Though every fiber screamed resistance, Mikoto pulled it over her head in one jerky motion before the fabric whispered free from her body as she dropped it aside.
With the blouse gone, a chill brushed against her skin, making her shiver, but it wasn't the cold air that made her tremble. It was Kanzou's gaze.
Naturally, his eyes went straight to her chest. Or rather, they wanted to, but the layer of fabric still covering her breasts kept him from fully admiring the sight.
It wasn't the lace bra she had worn last time. Instead, it was—
"Oh? You're wearing a tube bra, hm?" he murmured, his gaze slowly tracing the band of strapless black fabric that hugged her breasts.
She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, wanting to shield herself from his predatory eyes, and stammered, "I-it's just… more comfortable and breathable to wear at home..."
Since she hadn't planned to step out today, lounging in quiet solitude... or so she'd thought.
"I didn't ask for an explanation…" Kanzou chuckled, his tone teasing as he looked at her. "Tell me… did you think this was too uncouth, and wanted to present yourself in more refined lingerie instead? And since you couldn't, you felt the need to justify it…?"
"T-that's not true at all!" she protested quickly. Flustered, she cursed herself inwardly for bringing it up in the first place. 'Why did I even say that? Idiot…'
"Well, if you say so…" Kanzou replied lightly. "Now, move your hands. I want a proper look at that tube bra around your tits." His tone framed it as a request, but it was unmistakably an order.
The sight wasn't exactly what he'd expected, but he didn't care; he intended to burn it into his memory regardless.
Mikoto, however, shrank in embarrassment. She folded her arms even tighter, palms pressed firmly against the swell of her breasts in a desperate attempt to cover herself.
Yet under his hot, focused, lustful gaze, it felt completely useless; she felt naked even with her arms still there.
"You know… there's really no point in hiding them," Kanzou said with an amused smile. "Considering what I did with your tits last time…"
His words dragged her mind straight back to their last encounter in her bedroom, how he had pinned her beneath him, squeezing, sucking, pinching, biting, slapping her… along with doing anything and everything he pleased with her breasts.
The memory made her cheeks burn. She lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the eye.
Shame tightened her throat, but she still managed to force out a trembling whisper. "P-please… s-since you've already seen them… th-then there wouldn't be anything new, right? So… please don't make me remove it…"
She clung to that fragile hope, praying her plea might sway him, might allow her at least this thin scrap of modesty amid the ruin awaiting her.
Kanzou tilted his head, surprised she actually dared to make such a request. For a moment, he considered refusing her outright… even punishing her for the audacity. But ultimately, he decided otherwise and nodded with exaggerated generosity.
"Alright then… I'll allow it. You can keep your tube bra on, and keep your tits hidden."
"R-really?" Her eyes widened, a flicker of stunned relief breaking through her dread. She had asked on impulse, never truly expecting him to agree… yet, unexpectedly, he had.
"Of course," he nodded. "If that's what you want, I'm perfectly fine with it."
Now this made her realise something was wrong. Kanzou agreeing so easily, saying he was perfectly fine with whatever she wanted, that wasn't like him at all. After all, he was the kind of person who violated her even as she begged and pleaded… someone who took pleasure in her suffering. How could a man like that possibly say something as gentle as, 'I'm fine with whatever you want'?
Uneasy, she lifted her gaze to him. And in that instant, her fragile hope curdled. The look in his eyes made it unmistakably clear that he wasn't done speaking.
And as expected, Kanzou's next words made her body tense all over again.
"You can keep it on… and give me a paizuri."
"P-paizuri?" Mikoto echoed, the word tumbling out in a mix of shock and shame as her face drained of colour, and then flushed even hotter.
Of course, she knew what it meant: the degrading act of pressing her breasts around a man's cock, sliding, stroking, milking him with her chest. She had never imagined he would ask for something so shameless… so vulgar.
For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should have taken the bra off after all, bared everything before him, and perhaps avoided this new kind of degradation he now demanded from her.
But it was too late; the order had already been given, unavoidable and absolute. Refusal wasn't an option.
She didn't believe that even if she begged him not to make her do it, he would ever agree. Worse, she feared he might demand something even more degrading in return. She was certain of it, after all, her suffering was what he enjoyed most.
"You don't mind, do you, Mikoto-san?" His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
'Of course, I mind! I don't want to!' she thought, biting her lip. Yet she dared not express what she really thought and lowered herself to her knees beside him on the tatami mat.
That action was enough to tell him that she agreed.
As soon as she knelt, Kanzou reached out for the curve of her backside and spread his fingers, caressing her buttocks with slow, lazy ownership.
Mikoto stiffened at the touch. "Aaah…" A startled gasp slipped from her lips as the unwelcome caress prickled across her backside.
Discomfort and reluctance tightened her chest, but she had no courage to swat the hand away, so she forced herself to endure it in silence.
Trembling from the sensations of his large, powerful fingers gliding over the bare skin of her back, she forced herself to look at him and happened to immediately notice the growing bulge straining against his trousers in the crotch area.
Heat flooded her face, and she quickly averted her eyes, "P-Please… take out your th-thing…"
"Thing? Is that what you should call it?" Kanzou asked, raising an eyebrow, right before his hand snapped down in a sharp, stinging slap across the bare skin of her back.
Cha!
Mikoto jolted, and a yelp strangled in her throat. "Aaah…"
Heat bloomed across her skin as her body tensed under his palm.
She could also feel the dangerous edge in his tone, his displeasure at her avoiding the vulgar word he wanted to hear when referring to his thing.
"S-sorry…" she whispered.
"Hm." He stroked the tingling flesh, making her gasp, but uncaringly, he asked, "Since you know you were wrong, then tell me… what should you call it?"
Shame tightened her throat, but fear forced the words out. "P-penis…" she murmured, barely audible.
"I didn't hear properly," he said, and another sharp slap cracked across her bare skin.
Cha!
"Aaahhh…." She trembled as a new red mark blossomed across her back. Wincing at the sting, she choked out, "P-Penis…!" Certainly better than the last time, but still not enough.
"Louder." His hand came down again, sharper, as the sound of the slap echoed through the room.
CHA!
"PENIS!" she cried, the word bursting out in a mortified sob, her cheeks blazing as she trembled beneath his hand.
"Penis what?" he pressed, though his hand didn't stop caressing the stinging region.
"P-please… t-take out your p-penis…!" she finally begged, her voice cracking with shame, tears pricking her eyes from humiliation and burn alone.
He chuckled darkly, savoring her surrender. "Begging a man who isn't your fiancé to take out his cock… Mikoto-san, you are such a shameless woman."
Tears pricked her eyes as she looked up at him with murder in her eyes, "You—!"
Indignation flared inside her, 'Who wants you to do that?!'
"What? Didn't you just beg me to take out my cock? Or did I mishear you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously as if daring her to deny it.
Would she dare? If it were only her own life at risk, perhaps she might… but with her grandfather's life hanging in the balance, she had no courage to defy him. Swallowing her courage, she lowered her head and nodded in humiliation. "Y-yes… I… I begged for it, Kanzou-sama… P-please forgive me for being such a s-shameless… woman."
"Fufu… I knew it. You really are a shameless woman," he laughed, clearly pleased with her submission. His hand continued to glide over her skin as he added, "But don't worry, Mikoto-san… I prefer the woman I'm about to fuck to be a little shameless. I'll allow it."
He paused then, his tone darkening as he leaned in slightly.
"But that shamelessness…" he murmured dangerously, "…you will show it only in front of me. No one else. Understand? Not even in front of your fiancé. Otherwise, I will not be held responsible for the consequences."
Looking into those eyes, she knew that he was very serious, and gulping, she nodded, "I… I understand, Kanzou-sama…"
"Good…" he nodded, satisfied. Then his expression eased, though his tone remained firm. "Now beg me again."
She exhaled shakily and obeyed, even as the act of begging him made her chest tighten with discomfort. "K-Kanzou-sama… please take out your p-penis… for paizuri…"
"That's it. A good start," he said with a smirk. And as if rewarding her obedience, he delivered another appreciative slap, the sharp impact pulling a yelped moan from her lips.
Cha!
The repeated slaps made it harder and harder for her to hold back her sounds…
'Please… just let this end quickly…' She prayed he would just take out his cock already and end this humiliating farce before she completely shattered.
'N-no… how could I even think like that?' Yet another part of her recoiled, wishing desperately that this was all a nightmare, that she would wake in her bed gasping, finding none of it real.
But reality wasn't kind. It was cruel and unyielding, at least hers was. And Kanzou's next words twisted the knife even deeper, "Shouldn't you be taking out my cock yourself?"
"M-me?" she echoed, pointing at herself in confusion.
"If not you, then who?" he shot back with a smirk. "Do you see another woman here?"
He glanced around the bedroom theatrically, then shrugged. "It's clearly just the two of us… and since you're the one begging for my cock, it only makes sense that you take it out of my trousers. Right, Mikoto-san? You're going to do it, aren't you?"
It sounded like a question, but it wasn't one. It was an order that she couldn't refuse at all.
She felt helpless, and the urge to cry clawed at her throat from what he was telling her to do.
At the same time, his hand hadn't stopped toying with her… currently, his fingers were prying at the bands of her skirt, trying to slide inside. Even when they couldn't, they didn't give up and continued to pry—patient, deliberate, and insistent, applying pressure as if slowly creating a gap for themselves to push in.
The slow, deliberate intrusion made her understand what was inevitable.
And just as that dread settled in, his reminder slipped out, casual, yet cutting like a blade.
"By the way… when will Tadayoshi-sama return? We should finish before he gets back, shouldn't we? Or… do you not mind him discovering the shameless things you're doing with a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"!!!" His words ignited fresh panic, urgency piling atop her dread.
'Yes… Sofu-sama…!' The thought of him returning, finding Kanzou in her bedroom, on her futon, with her half-undressed and his hand on her naked skin—
There would be no explanation.
No forgiveness.
The consequences would be unthinkable, shattering her world beyond repair.
She couldn't allow that, not even for a moment.
Swallowing her hesitation and reluctance, she forced her trembling fingers toward the hooks of Kanzou's trousers.
"O-open… please open…" she muttered, fumbling clumsily as her trembling fingers struggled with the hooks. Each attempt felt heavier, more desperate than the last. The clasp slipped once… twice… a third time.
Kanzou watched in amused silence, letting her struggle until she finally managed to unhook them and tug the fabric downward with frantic motions.
"P-please… lift yourself…" she whispered, eyes fixed on the floor.
"Of course," he replied, casually lifting his hips to let her pull his trousers down to his ankles.
In her haste, she didn't bother removing them completely. It didn't matter.
With his trousers finally out of the way, her gaze fell to his boxers, another barrier she needed to remove.
But when she looked directly at his crotch, she froze. "Th-this is…"
The massive tent straining against the thin fabric stunned her. There was also a small, darkened patch marked on the cloth, another unmistakable sign of his arousal.
She hadn't even freed his penis yet, and already she could see the sheer size of it. Fear crawled up her spine… but she had no choice.
With trembling fingers, she hooked the waistband of his boxers and began to pull them down as well.
With the coordinated lift of his hips, she managed easily and freed his cock as it sprang out in its full, intimidating length.
As expected from the state of the tent earlier. He was already almost erect, and drops of crystal clear precum were beading out from the tip.
Seeing his cock fully exposed, Mikoto's fear spiked. 'I-it's really too big…!' she thought, horrified.
This wasn't the first time she had seen it. When he violated her last time, she had not only seen it, she had felt it forced inside her vagina.
Of course, she had also begged him not to put it in, but as expected of Kanzou… he had only laughed at her begging and still shoved it in.
But back then, she'd only caught its sight from a little distance, blurred by tears and shock. It can also be said that she had felt its size more than she saw it.
Now her face was close… far too close. She could see every detail, every vein, every contour, every impossible inch with terrifying clarity. His erection stood firm and imposing, not like an ordinary cock but like a spear, radiating a fierce intent to pierce through every barrier in its path, even the heavens themselves.
And the reality of just how big his penis truly was made her stomach twist in fear. Just from looking at it, she felt intimidated and was reminded of the pain she still ached from.
'H-how did such a big thing even fit inside me?' she couldn't help but wonder, a shiver racing down her spine at the memory of that impossible stretch.
As painful as it had been, this very penis had been shoved inside her before… and somehow, she had managed to take it. For a moment, she found herself stunned by her own body. Her vagina had accepted something like this? It defied logic, made no sense at all.
But it was the truth.
Catching her unable to look away from his penis, Kanzou chuckled teasingly. "Fufu… do you like my cock that much, Mikoto-san?"
"N-no… It's too big… It's scaring me…" she quickly said in defense and tore her gaze away.
"It's only scary for bad, disobedient girls," Kanzou replied smoothly. "For good and obedient girls… It's the best treat in the world."
But to be honest, a cock that size was agony for any woman, but what did that matter to a sadist like him? Their cries, their tears, the burn and stretch of pain… that was the real pleasure.
"Good girls… obedient girls…?" she whispered, unsure how to respond.
"Don't worry... you'll understand all of that in time," said Kanzou, telling her not to worry about that for now, and with glinting eyes, he traced his hand on her ass, sending unwelcome shivers up her spine, as he commanded her, "For now, focus on my cock… that's all that matters."
"I... I see..." Mikoto murmured, pursing her lips tight against the rising reluctance. Though every instinct screamed to pull away, to shatter this nightmare with a kunai to his throat, she had no choice, none but obedience.
She let out a soft, shaky sigh and pushed herself upright on her knees, leaning closer to him… closer to that monstrous cock. As she approached, its musky, masculine scent hit her nose, making it twitch.
She had never smelled anything like it before. It was unfamiliar, thick, and heated, and it made her feel both uncomfortably hot and deeply disgusted at the same time. After all, this was the scent of a man who was not her fiancé. How could she feel anything but revulsion toward it?
Yet despite the reluctance twisting in her stomach, she reached out a trembling hand toward his cock… only to stop mere centimeters away. Her fingers hovered in the air, quivering, dread rooting her in place.
She had never touched a penis before, not even during the time he violated her. True, that violation transformed her from a virgin to a woman, but during the entire act, she had never once touched his penis with her own hands.
This would be the first time.
And unlike last time, when he had forced his penis inside her vagina, not caring about her reluctance, refusal, fear, and did not give her any say at all, this time she was the one extending her hand.
Yes, it was under coercion and threat from him, but the motion itself was hers; she was acting, not simply being acted upon.
This made her feel more ashamed…
She felt that once her skin met that throbbing, twitching heat, wrapped around the hardness of a man who wasn't her fiancé... she'd cross the line she didn't want to cross and there'd be no erasing it, no pretending this violation hadn't scarred her soul.
She didn't want such a violation to scar her.
Just as she began to waver, Kanzou's voice cut through her hesitation, "Mikoto-san, you're not hesitating, are you? I doubt my hand would hesitate that much if it came to driving a blade into Tadayoshi-sama's heart."
The threat snapped her back to reality, reminding her exactly what was at stake and what her hesitation could cost. She quickly answered, "N-no… I'm not hesitating at all…"
"Really? Then I suppose it was my mistake," Kanzou said with a smirk. "I'm glad you're not hesitating. Go on, then… continue."
"Y-yes… Kanzou-sama," she replied, lowering her head. Bitterness curled through her thoughts. 'It's not as if I have a way back anyway…'
The line had blurred long ago. From the moment he violated her, her body had already been claimed by him. And with her Sofu-sama's life held over her head… what did her own shame, her reluctance, her fears matter?
Convincing herself of the grim truth, she bridged those final centimeters, wrapping her dainty fingers around his thickness.
With that, she had crossed the line…
The moment she gripped the penis, it twitched in her palm, a bead of precum seeped out of the urethra, dripping down, and slid against the foreskin.
At the same time, she felt it all, the unnatural warmth pulsing against her fingers, the unyielding hardness that her hand coiled around, the subtle throb of veins like a living threat.
'I-it's not only very big but also very thick...' she thought, noting that her hand barely encircled half his girth as her fingers strained to meet, and failed.
"Mikoto-san, how does it feel to hold a cock belonging to a man who isn't your fiancé?" he asked playfully, clearly trying to provoke a reaction from her.
She didn't answer. She kept her head down, refusing to respond to such a question.
Of course, Kanzou wouldn't tolerate her silence.
Cha!
A sharp crack echoed as he struck her back again, leaving another stinging mark across her lower spine. She trembled, and his voice cut in, "Did I not ask you a question?"
Fighting back a whimper, she forced out a trembling reply, "I-it… feels good…"
Of course, it was a lie.
How did she truly feel? Pure, overwhelming disgust, especially with that musky scent clinging to him. The urge to retch rose in her throat… but would she dare?
"Hm? Really?" he asked, tilting his head. "If it feels good, then why does your face look like you're about to vomit?" His eyes narrowed. "Or… are you lying to me?"
"N-no… I'm not lying… it… it feels good… It's just that I have never h-held anything like it before… so… so I got distracted… b-but… it feels really good… really good to hold your penis in my hand, Kanzou-sama," she stammered, forcing the words out. She even tried to smile, though the expression twisted awkwardly on her face.
Yet because of how beautiful she normally was, and how shaken she looked now, which, when combined with her half-naked state… that strained, ugly smile took on a different kind of vulnerability that only heightened his arousal.
His cock twitched, and she felt the faint movement against her palm and realised, with a sick twist in her stomach, that her distress only seemed to amuse him.
And she was right, he wanted more of it.
"Is that so? I see… then I must have misunderstood," Kanzou said lightly before that playful smile appeared again, and he followed up with another question. "Tell me, Mikoto-san… between me and your fiancé, whose cock would you rather be holding right now?"
"Huh?" She hadn't expected that question at all, and for a moment she was completely stunned.
"I know, you haven't even seen Fugaku-san's, so you don't really know much about it. But if you had the option… whose cock would you choose? Mine… the man who violated you… Or your fiancé's?" he asked with a smirk.
"Wh-why are you even asking something like this?" she whispered, trembling as she bit her lip. She had never imagined he would pose such a question.
Her question earned her another sharp slap across the back.
Cha!
His voice dropped as he said, "I asked a question. Your only job is to answer it. I did not permit you to question me in return."
Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill as the sting across her back throbbed. Her hand even faltered in its grip as a small whimper escaped her. She looked up at him, hate, reluctance, and fear tangled together in her gaze.
"The answer," he reminded her coldly.
"Y-your penis, Kanzou-sama," she replied, flinching in fear.
"Hm? Really?" Kanzou mocked. "You'd hold on to my cock over the man you're supposed to marry? Mikoto-san, do you like my cock that much?"
Shame burned through her at the words she had just spoken. She wanted to take them back, deny them outright, but fear of him stopped her. In the end, she only managed a small, trembling nod. "Y-yes…"
He laughed softly, clearly delighted. "I'm glad… truly glad."
His voice then lifted, as he spoke to a man who wasn't even around, "Fugaku-san, your fiancée would rather hold my cock in her hand than yours… Gahahahahaha… I wonder what you'd think if you heard that. Would you cough up blood? At the very least, your head would become heavier from a green hat, wouldn't it?"
…
At the same time, somewhere in the Uchiha Compound—
Fugaku, who was accompanied by Elder Tadayoshi and a couple of subordinates, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. At the same time, a heavy pressure settled in his head, making his brow tighten.
'What is this…? Why does my head feel so heavy?' he wondered, pressing a hand to his temple. The sensation made no sense.
His reaction immediately caught the attention of Elder Tadayoshi and Shinkurō.
"Fugaku-kun… are you feeling alright?" Tadayoshi asked with concern.
"It's nothing you need to worry about," Fugaku replied coldly, barely sparing him a glance.
Elder Tadayoshi pursed his lips, dissatisfied with the young man's cold attitude. This wasn't the first time Fugaku had spoken to him so curtly; in fact, it had been happening for quite some time now, for reasons Tadayoshi still couldn't fully grasp.
'It's as if he's unhappy about something…' he thought, yet the source of Fugaku's dissatisfaction eluded him. He did have a suspicion, though. 'It must be related to Dōma-san… and perhaps Ren as well…'
After all, Tadayoshi hadn't been able to offer Fugaku much assistance in resolving those matters in his favor, and that failure to win against Kanzou must weigh heavily on him.
A quiet sigh escaped him. 'I hope things settle soon…'
But he knew they wouldn't, not until a new Patriarch was chosen. Until then, unrest was inevitable.
'I suppose all I can do is support him however I can… hopefully, that'd be enough,' he decided.
And naturally, his willingness to support Fugaku stemmed from the fact that this young man was betrothed to his granddaughter.
Unfortunately for Tadayoshi, he had no idea that this very granddaughter was, at that moment, in her bedroom with Kanzou, caught in a situation far beyond anything he could imagine.
And Fugaku, for his part, remained just as unaware… oblivious to the invisible 'green hat' that had begun darkening a shade without him even noticing.
…
Back in Mikoto's bedroom, his taunting, derogatory, mocking words cut into her. Most of all… the bringing up of her fiancé's name… while he forced her to say that she'd choose his penis over her fiancé's.
Shame crashed over her so heavily she wanted to run, to hide, to vanish from the world entirely.
But all of that was swept aside when Kanzou, still laughing, tapped the stinging spot on her back.
"Very well, Mikoto-san… go on. Give the cock of the man who isn't your fiancé the attention he demands. I'm still waiting."
She bit her lip hard, feeling an uncontrollable urge to burst into tears… it was really getting more and more difficult to hold them.
But she forced her mind not to think about other things and focus only on finishing the task quickly, so she could finally be alone, collapse onto her futon, and cry her heart out where no one could see.
"F-For… Paizuri," she whispered, her voice thin and unsteady as she tried to piece together what she was supposed to do.
But her mind refused to cooperate. Humiliation, emotional strain, and sheer psychological pressure crashed over her all at once, wiping her thoughts clean.
Even as a kunoichi, an elite Jōnin trained to stay composed in the harshest situations, she found herself unable to think straight. In this moment, even figuring out how to carry out the task he demanded felt impossibly difficult.
She needed direction, an instruction, anything. Only then would her mind start working again, letting her figure out what to do next. But until that guidance came, she remained frozen, unable to figure out what to do.
Kanzou seemed to understand her situation, and he guided her calmly, "You need to place my cock in the valley of your tits."
"I… I see…" she whispered, her voice fragile, and prepared to do just that.
But he added, "And don't take off your bra. Your tits aren't big enough to give me a proper paizuri without support, so rely on that bra of yours."
Hearing him criticise her breasts as 'not big enough,' her heart twisted with indignant fury.
'Well, I'm sorry for not being big enough…!'
Her hatred for him only deepened.
First of all, he is forcing her into this degrading situation, making her give him a paizuri, and on top of that, he is criticizing her body that she isn't big enough!
As if it were her fault for not fitting his standard.
If he truly thinks that her breasts aren't big enough for what he wants, then why force this on her at all? It wasn't as though she wanted to give him a paizuri to begin with…!
Moreover, her breasts aren't small—they are D-cups and 86.4 cm big in terms of measurement, and that's a pretty good size… definitely above average.
Although she wasn't someone who flaunted her breasts and, in fact, preferred to keep them covered, avoiding attention from anyone, male or female, that didn't mean she lacked pride in them.
Even if such pride might be considered vain, and even if the occasional backache was a real nuisance, it still didn't stop her from feeling quietly proud of her proportions.
She knew perfectly well that her breasts were beautiful and full, the kind that would inspire envy in many women, even if she never sought to draw eyes to them herself.
The only problem is that they aren't big enough to wrap around his horse-like monstrosity of a cock...
'Who told you to have a penis like that of a horse...!' she cursed.
Indeed, rather than her breasts not being big enough, it was the absurd size of his penis, that obscene size that no woman deserved to be violated with.
Of course, all her anger stayed locked inside.
Outwardly, when he asked, "Do you have something to say?"
She swallowed her frustration, "N-nothing…"
"In that case, get on with it," Kanzou said coldly and didn't forget to add another slap on her back.
She could only ignore the sting and obey, "U-Understood…"
With that, she tugged at the elastic underbust of her tube bra with shaky fingers, creating a gap wide enough for his penis to slide in, then began to guide it inside.
"Ah... but wait... first, there's something else that needs to be done... before you shove my cock between your tits..." Kanzou added suddenly, halting her.
With her hand still hovering over his cock, she lifted her teary gaze at him in confusion… wondering what else was needed to be done…
"There's a need for lubrication, you know... otherwise, the movement wouldn't be smooth... and it wouldn't be pleasurable either..." he explained.
"Lu-lubrication?" she stuttered, glancing down at his cock and noticing the bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Kanzou nodded as if reading her thoughts, confirming the inevitable. "Yes... spread that precum around... over my entire cock..."
Hearing that instruction, a fresh wave of reluctance clashed with her rising revulsion, but as she had understood already, she had no choice except to obey.
"I… I see," With a shaky breath, she uncurled her fingers and scooped up the warm, sticky bead gathered at the tip of his cock.
Instantly, the viscous, slimy fluid clung to the skin, coating her fingers in a way that made her stomach churn.
'C-can't vomit…' She fought hard to keep the nausea off her face because she knew that if he noticed her revulsion, he would twist it into fresh torment. So she kept her head bowed, eyes fixed on the penis, and smeared the precum along his length in hesitant strokes, making the skin shine.
It was just that—
"I-it's not enough…" she whispered, lifting her gaze for a moment.
Even after spreading several drops around his shaft, it was obviously insufficient, nowhere near enough to ease the friction.
"Use your saliva," Kanzou said lazily, unsurprised.
"M-my saliva?" she echoed, stunned and disbelieving.
She had never imagined he would ask for something so degrading to be done to him, and for a moment she wondered whether it was a joke, or a test to see if she would dare go through that length.
'I… I have to spit on him?'
Being spat on was one of the most derogatory, insulting acts imaginable. A man like Kanzou, arrogant, narcissist, sadist, and dominant, allowing anyone… especially her, a toy of his, to spit on him? It felt impossible. She couldn't believe he would actually permit something so demeaning.
But his expression stayed calmly indifferent, no hint of trickery, leaving her with a single, unsettling thought, 'H-he really wants me to do it?'
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't convince herself it was truly allowed… yet the temptation to do so tugged at her.
The mere thought of spitting on him, marking this filthy penis with her disdain and disgust, sent a dark, forbidden satisfaction through her.
He had raped her, dragged her into this nightmare, and even now, he was forcing her to stroke his penis, breaking her piece by piece in ways she could never undo.
So, now she had the chance to spit on him… on that penis, the very one that had violated her.
She really wanted to do it. She knew it would feel good, cathartic, even.
Her breath quickened as she giggled inwardly at the idea of some revenge, regardless of how petty. 'Finally, something to throw back at you… You monster.'
And since it was what he told her to do… obviously, he can't blame her or punish her for it, right? Right?
"S-since it's to coat your p-penis…" she muttered, offering the flimsiest excuse as she gathered saliva on her tongue and parted her lips, ready to let it fall onto his length, marking it with her disdain.
But just as she leaned in, she heard a low, amused chuckle. "Fufu~"
"!!!" She froze instantly, and her heart thudded.
That lazy chuckle sharpened into something knowing, predatory, as if he had looked straight into her vengeful thoughts, waiting for the moment she dared to defy him so he could crush her for it.
Panic spiked cold through her veins. 'N-no… he's testing me… he would definitely not let this slide…'
Desperate, she tried to pull back and clamp her lips shut mid-spit, but it was already too late.
Pthhhh!
The saliva slipped free, falling in a messy glob onto his shaft, with stray rivulets splattering his balls, his thighs, and even her own hand… some had even clung to her chin before sliding down.
She must have looked ridiculous, pitiful, even. She knew it; she could picture it perfectly, and it made her feel humiliated.
But none of that mattered. What terrified her was his reaction… that was the only thing she cared about. At the very least, she expected a slap across her back, just like the many he'd already given her, leaving her skin red and throbbing.
But nothing came.
Instead, he let out an amused chuckle. "Yare-yare, Mikoto-san… look at the mess you've made. I wonder why you ended up flapping your lips like a duck…?"
"C-caught off guard…" she replied, offering an excuse she knew wouldn't be accepted so easily. After all, she was certain he already knew the real reason.
"Is that so? Well, I suppose it happens…" he said lightly, accepting her excuse. Then patting her back, he added, "First times lead to plenty of mistakes. You can still gather all that saliva and use it to coat my cock."
The words stunned her into silence. Was he really letting it slide? Encouraging her to continue?
She didn't believe for a moment that he was the type to overlook something like this.
If not for his condescending tone, she might have mistaken it for gentleness, but of course, that wasn't it at all.
The truth hit her with nauseating clarity: he was entertaining himself.
He entertained himself by toying with her and watching her make a fool of herself.
Entertained by how her petty revenge had backfired upon her and how she ended up humiliating herself, instead.
Fresh shame flooded her.
He had watched her make a fool of herself, chasing the illusion of petty revenge just to watch it collapse. The amused smile playing on his lips was all the confirmation she needed.
Hatred burned hotter in her chest, tangled with the rising urge to cry, 'Damn you… damn you…'
But she only nodded mutely, not daring to wipe the tears welling in her eyes.
With trembling fingers, she gathered the scattered saliva and smeared it along his length in long, reluctant strokes.
"Make sure to use both hands…" he instructed.
She obeyed with a soft whimper, bringing her other hand forward. Both palms slid over him now, slick and hesitant, coating every ridge and vein in long, slow strokes.
Shlick... shlick...
The wet sounds filled the air, each one a sharp reminder of what she was doing.
She was stroking a man's penis, coating it with her own saliva, preparing it for a paizuri she would give him with her own breasts. And this man wasn't even her fiancé.
Shame curled tight in her chest. She felt cheap… degraded… as if she were nothing more than some low, disposable woman.
Wooo…
The thought made the tears spill harder.
'I… I am not some cheap woman…' she told herself.
But her quiet cries went completely ignored as he issued another instruction, "Use more saliva."
In fact, he didn't just ignore her cries; he dug his fingers into the already stinging skin of her back, deliberately provoking more pain, more tears.
As a sadist, another's pain, struggle, and humiliation were his true entertainment.
So of course… he wanted to make her cry even more.
As for her, even with tears sliding down her cheeks, she still complied. "Wooo… uun…"
She gathered another mouthful of saliva, but unlike before, she didn't try to spit it directly onto his penis. She felt certain that he'd not let it slide a second time… so she didn't dare take a risk and decided to play it safe and spat it into her own palm, as if disgusted with herself at what she was doing.
Phtooo!
She looked at the saliva in her palm with tearful eyes before using it to smear his length, lubricating it, and repeated the action again and again until his shaft glistened completely, so much so that even his balls had begun to gleam under her touch, and his length began to pulse under her movement.
"Aaah…" he groaned in pleasure, his hips giving an involuntary twitch. "Mikoto-san… despite being inexperienced, you're surprisingly good at giving hand jobs…"
Despite this being her first, and despite the coercion behind it, she moved with unexpected deftness. Her innate gentleness shaped each stroke, turning them almost tender, coaxing sighs from him he hadn't anticipated.
'Fufu… even though she hates me, she's still so gentle to me… hmm… as expected of her… this is the Uchiha Mikoto,' he mused, releasing another breathy sigh.
Perhaps only a woman like her who would dare to be gentle to her own abuser and assaulter, would give birth to a man who would politely knock on the door of the very person he is tasked to kidnap.
In response to his praise, teary Mikoto pursed her lips, not wanting to be praised for something so derogatory… yet, strangely, she didn't hate hearing it.
Even though the praise was for something so degrading, it was still better than painful slaps that'd make her flinch or heart-wrenching humiliation that'd make her want to disappear. Moreover, the praise eased her fear just enough that she stroked him more carefully, more tenderly, and more delicately as wet sounds echoed in the bedroom.
Shlick... shlick...
It didn't take her long to identify the sensitive area. From time to time, she pushed the foreskin down and circled her fingers around the underside of his cock's head, deliberately stimulating that most responsive spot, watching closely as his expression shifted each time she touched it.
'The expression he makes when I circle this spot,' she thought, even noting that he looked unexpectedly cute at those moments. A part of her couldn't help but want to see more of those reactions.
The thought made her stomach twist, and she felt sick of herself, 'Wh-what am I thinking?'
Shame washed over her at the realization, but even so, her hands didn't stop moving.
Chupaa… shupaa…
"Hmmm…" He hummed from her touches that drew unexpected sensations through his nerves, sensations tempting enough that he almost considered abandoning the paizuri altogether.
The handjob alone felt dangerously good. Her gentle, deliberate strokes caressed him in ways far deeper than he had expected.
He could even feel desire tightening in his balls, a pressure building that urged him to release.
But the objective was paizuri, after all, and his heart craved that as much as his body did. So naturally, he wanted to move on.
Feeling his cock slick enough with veins pulsing hot beneath her palms, he shifted slightly and commanded in a husky voice, "Yes… this should be enough lubrication. It's finally time for paizuri," Kanzou commanded in a husky voice.