Content Warning: Chapter contains R*pe scene. Reader discretion is advised.
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"Yes… this should be enough lubrication. It's finally time for paizuri," Kanzou commanded in a husky voice.
"I see…" Mikoto murmured, feeling a reluctant tug as she slowed her movements. Disgust churned in her at what she was doing for him, at how it made her feel sick with herself, yet those reactions of his lingered in her mind. Those small, involuntary responses from the man she had once secretly admired tugged at something she didn't want to acknowledge.
Even now, despite the hatred she felt for him, for the violation, for forcing her into these degrading acts, she couldn't deny it. A part of her still wanted to see those reactions again, no matter how much she despised herself for it.
Perhaps her mind had already accepted that there was no escape and was shutting itself down to dull the pain and trauma.
Whatever the reason, it only made her hate herself more.
'I… I can't believe I want to see more of those reactions… I… I'm sorry, Fugaku-sama… it seems… I already…'
"What are you thinking about?" his voice cut in, interrupting her spiralling thoughts. He tilted his head, smiling playfully. "Could it be that you want to keep stroking my cock, Mikoto-san?"
"N-no… I just want to get this over with…!" she replied instinctively. Obviously, she didn't want to admit to the kind of thoughts she was having, especially not to him.
"Really? Are you sure you are not lying to me?" he asked.
"Yes…!" she replied quickly. Though she couldn't meet his gaze as she said that.
"Is that so? Well… I see…" Kanzou nodded, clearly unconcerned with her thoughts. "Since that's the case, and you're not interested in stroking my cock with your hands, then let's move on to what I want. Place my cock inside your bra, position it in the valley between your tits… and then… haah… begin."
"Umm…" nodding softly, she released one hand and tugged at the elastic of her bra again, stretching the fabric to create an opening.
Because of her own nervousness, she ended up stretching more than she needed to, causing her full breasts to spill out at once.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san," Kanzou chuckled, "even though you're shy and reluctant to show me your tits, your tits themselves seem eager to appear before my eyes. It's almost as if they know who owns them…"
"T-that's not true…" she protested, face burning as shame washed over her at how readily her breasts slipped free.
But she quickly forced the embarrassment down, choosing to focus instead on guiding the glistening, swollen head of his penis toward the opening with her remaining hand and lowering her chest until the tip slid into the warm cradle of her cleavage.
Once the head of his penis settled securely in the soft valley of her cleavage, she adjusted quickly, pushing her spilling breasts back into the bra to trap him there.
"Fufu… this warmth and this softness… I like it…" Kanzou murmured, exhaling a pleased sigh as the heat enveloped him. The pressure of her breasts, held firm by the bra's tight support that restricted movement, mimicked a velvet vice, drawing a low hum from his throat.
It even reminded him a little of her pussy… tight in its own way, though the bra couldn't replicate that slick, clenching depth. But breasts were soft by nature, and the novelty alone was more than enough to thrill him.
"Now… hold your tits with your hands, press them inwardly to squeeze my cock, and then, rock them," he commanded, eyes half-lidded with anticipation.
"Ummm…"
Flushed to her roots, she cupped the sides of her breasts with both hands as her palms sank into the soft flesh, which she squeezed inward, pressing them firmly around his buried length. The tube bra tightened its hold, turning her cleavage into a snug, heated tunnel.
Then, with a shaky inhale, she began to move, lifting and lowering her breasts in tentative glides.
"I-is this good?" not really knowing whether she doing it properly or not.
This was her first time doing anything like this, and the nerves showed in every movement. She was performing it for a man who wasn't her fiancé, a man coercing her into this act, and her heart churned with reluctance and resistance. Yet fear kept her body moving.
Her motions remained slow at first, almost mechanical, like a puppet guided by invisible strings.
Each rise and fall made her breasts bounce softly within the bra's confines as she pressed them around his cock.
The motion created the sensation of his length sliding through a heated, velvety tunnel formed by her cleavage, delivering a friction and softness that felt both torturous and intoxicating to him.
Wet, slick sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the bedroom…
Plappp… plakk… happp…
"Aaah… yeah… that's it… Keep going, Mikoto-san. You are doing great… Turns out, you are unexpectedly talented," he exhaled, pleasure rippling through him as her reluctant rhythm drew steady throbs from deep within his core.
And it wasn't just his cock that enjoyed it, his eyes did too. He watched her rock her breasts around his length, the way they moved up, down, and around him within the tight confines of her bra. The way the fabric clung and outlined everything turned the sight into an undeniable visual treat.
Flushed to her core, she kept her eyes lowered, too afraid to meet his gaze, afraid he might praise her for something she wanted no praise for.
What kind of woman would ever want to be complimented for this?
'Oh… look at her. That's Uchiha Mikoto… she's very talented at giving paizuri…'
The imagined words made her cheeks burn even hotter. She didn't want recognition for this type of thing; she just wanted this to be over, at least she told herself this and focused rigidly on the motions, pushing herself to make him finish as quickly as possible.
As she focused on the task, her gaze drifted downward to her own breasts. She noticed that each time she rocked them, the head of his penis peeked out from the valley of her cleavage, striking against the fabric of her bra.
Each impact outlined his shape and dampened the material as the slickness transferred onto the fabric, forming a growing wet spot.
The bra was made from fabric designed to absorb moisture, to soak up sweat and prevent irritation or infection, and that was exactly what it was doing. The problem at the moment was that it didn't just absorb sweat; it also drank in the lubrication along its length, while even her skin absorbed some of the slickness as well.
Bit by bit, the lubrication thinned, making it harder for her to keep her breasts gliding smoothly.
'The saliva… it seems to be drying up…' she realised.
Kanzou, of course, felt it too. The soft, slippery pleasure was fading, replaced by increasing friction. A faint frown tugged at his lips before he instructed, "Use more saliva."
"I… I see…" she murmured. She paused, preparing to pull his penis out from her cleavage. After all, she couldn't spit directly on it, so she would need to spit into her palm again and smear it over him as before.
But Kanzou stopped her. "No need to pull my cock out. Drop your saliva like this…"
"J-just like this?" she stuttered, taken aback as she raised her head to look at him.
He only hummed lightly, "Hmm…" without even looking at her as his gaze was lifted upward, his expression slack with pleasure.
'That wasn't an answer.' For a moment, she wondered if he was toying with her again.
But when he gave no further response, her hesitation stretched long enough to irritate him, "What's wrong? Just get on with it…!"
"Y-yes…" she nodded instinctively.
She lowered her gaze to her breasts, staring at them with nervousness before finally gathering saliva. This time, she didn't dare let a single vengeful thought cross her mind, no disdain, no petty rebellion. She feared him too much for that.
So she simply parted her lips and let the saliva fall gently into the thin gap of her cleavage.
The droplet hit her skin, warm, before sliding down into the bra and trailing down her cleavage, it reached the place where his penis rested.
She felt it trickle there.
Steadying herself, she lifted his shaft slightly over the fabric, using it to smear the saliva around the inner sides of her cleavage before resuming her motions, rocking her breasts again in slow, resigned glides.
Shlick… shlick…
With the wetness restored, the pleasure returned, but the fabric absorbed moisture quickly. She had to repeat the process again and again, and each time she gathered more saliva, her mouth grew drier.
Before long, she couldn't even gather enough saliva.
By now, the fabric of her bra was soaked, so wet it had turned slightly transparent from absorbing so much slickness. Her breasts, and even the length of his penis, were faintly visible through the damp material. But the lubrication simply wasn't lasting; it kept thinning out, refusing to stay on her skin.
She needed more; that much she understood.
But her mouth had gone dry, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't gather enough saliva anymore.
'W-what to do?' she thought, also feeling parched… She wondered if she should tell him about this… but, feeling scared of Kanzou getting angry again, she didn't dare.
Just when she didn't know what to do, Kanzou leaned forward.
"Come here…" he murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face upward.
She didn't even have time to react, didn't have a second to realise what was happening, before he swallowed her lips with his own.
Her eyes flew wide at the sudden kiss. She felt his teeth catch her lower lip, a sharp bite, and then his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
Resistance? Reluctance? Those vanished instantly, devoured by fear. She didn't push back at all, not even when he invaded her mouth, his tongue violating every corner without restraint.
Chu… chu…
His tongue swirled around hers, lapping and coiling erotically as the sounds of his kisses mingled with the wet slaps of soft flesh.
Slrrrpp… Shlick…
Her entire face burned red, her tear-filled eyes turning hazy as her heart pounded faster and faster, so hard that he could feel her heartbeat pulsing against his cock.
Being kissed by him made her feel unbearably hot, her body reacting in ways she hadn't expected. She could feel dampness spreading in her panties from nothing more than that kiss.
'H-how could I… just from a kiss? And f-from him…?'
It was strange, deeply, unsettlingly strange.
It almost felt as though being kissed by him was something she had longed for on a deeper level… but that couldn't be true. After all, she had only ever admired him quietly, from a distance. That admiration wasn't supposed to be this intense, this consuming.
'Why?'
She didn't understand it at all. Lost in the kiss, her thoughts blurred, her eyes drifting half-closed as she felt herself leaning in, returning the kiss without even realising it.
Chu… slrrrpp…
When she began to respond, the once-dominating kiss grew more intense and passionate. She didn't try to take control, she simply yielded, leaning into it more and more, until her breath ran thin and her lungs burned.
Only then did he finally break the kiss.
Instantly, she gasped for air, breathing hard, "Haah… haaah…" Yet despite her trembling, she bit her lip and even leaned forward slightly, as if her body expected him to continue violating her mouth.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san," Kanzou teased, stroking her cheek, "you seem to be getting turned on. Do you enjoy being kissed by a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"H-how could that be? Obviously not…!" she blurted out. But the way her eyes stared at his lips, the way she couldn't break her gaze from them, made the truth far too easy to read.
There was a desire flickering there, no matter how desperately she tried to hide it.
"And is this the truth…?" he asked, in a low and dominant voice.
She couldn't reply. She wanted to deny him, wanted to insist she didn't enjoy being kissed by him at all. Yet her body betrayed her as she bit her lower lip, heat stirring beneath her shame.
'W-why am I feeling this way toward him? Even though… even though he…'
She couldn't understand it. She couldn't even finish the thought.
"It seems you can't give me an answer," he said. "So… how about you simply continue doing exactly what I tell you to?"
He traced a finger over her lips before issuing his next command, "Open your mouth."
She hesitated for a moment before obeying, parting her lips.
Kanzou leaned down, and she instinctively leaned forward as well, expecting another kiss.
But he didn't kiss her.
Instead, he gathered saliva on his tongue and let it drip directly into her open mouth. Then he closed her jaw with his hand and murmured, "Don't swallow it. Use it on my cock."
"Huh?" She froze, stunned. This… this was yet another form of degradation. He could have easily done what he was ordering her to do himself, yet he chose to spit into her mouth and make her drip that onto his penis instead.
Her face burned a deeper shade of red, humiliation pulsing through her.
But she obeyed.
She tilted her head downward and let the saliva he'd given her drip onto her cleavage. It slid downward, disappearing into the bra before coating his cock once more.
"Hmm… that's better…" Kanzou nodded, feeling the slickness return.
But both of them already knew the slickness wouldn't last. Soon enough, she would need to add more… and when that moment came, the cycle would simply repeat.
And of course, it went exactly that way.
Every time the lubrication began to fade, she had to provide more, either by spitting out whatever saliva she could gather on her own or by receiving his saliva in her mouth and using that instead.
'Haah… haaah… t-this is really… humiliating…' she thought, but she was helpless. She didn't dare to refuse him, so she continued.
Shlick… shlick…
With each addition of saliva, or the beads of precum that helped coat him, the entire front of her bra grew completely soaked. It had turned nearly transparent. And with every rock of her breasts, the fabric began to slide downward, exposing more and more of her cleavage.
But what stood out most was the head of his cock, swollen, flushed, and impossible to contain. With every upward motion, it peeked out from between her breasts, slipping free like a beast rising from a calm sea.
Each time she lifted her chest, the head bobbed into view for a heartbeat before she lowered herself again, only for it to reemerge on the next rise, demanding attention, refusing to be hidden.
Her cheeks burned even hotter, and her eyes darted away from the obscene sight of his penis peeking out from between her breasts. Yet she still felt it brush against the underside of her chin during one particularly deep descent.
"!!!"
She felt the slick, heated tip graze her skin, a brief touch that sent a jolt of revulsion racing through her, making her flinch inwardly even as she forced herself to keep her rhythm steady.
'N-no… It's too close,' she thought.
The proximity made her stomach knot; the obscene nearness to her face added yet another fresh layer of degradation she hadn't anticipated.
She tried to angle her head away, to create even a sliver of distance, but the position left her no room to move.
Naturally, he noticed her subtle shift. His eyes sharpened with that familiar predatory gleam.
"Fufu… what's this? Are you shy about my cock getting too close to your pretty face, Mikoto-san? Don't worry… It's only natural for it to peek out like that. After all, it wants to greet you properly."
"I-I don't want this g-greeting…!" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, cheeks burning as she kept her gaze fixed anywhere but on his cock.
But even she could hear how hollow her denial sounded, drowned beneath the steady motion of her hands as she pressed her breasts tighter around him.
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick…!
The sounds grew wetter, more insistent, as she rocked her chest with increasing fervor.
Each glide dragged a low, rumbling groan from him as his hips began to buck faintly upward, matching her rhythm, urging her onward without needing to say a word.
"Ahh… yes… faster, Mikoto-san. Squeeze harder… make it tighter for me," he commanded in a drawled voice.
"Y-yes…" she whispered, obeying. Her fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her breasts, increasing the pressure until her cleavage clamped around him like a silken fist. Heat built quickly, seeping into her skin, making her own body betray her with faint, unwelcome tingles.
As she quickened her pace, the head of his cock pushed out more boldly, thrusting from the valley of her cleavage towards her chin with every downward push of her breasts.
It kept bobbing into view, again and again, flushed and glistening, veins pulsing along its length before slipping back down the moment she'd lift up her breasts… only to reappear on the next downward stroke.
Each emergence brought it closer… initially, it kept thudding at her chin, but then, as if it had suddenly grown in size, its reach reached higher, and it began grazing her lower lip in a taunting whisper of contact.
'T-this…!' Her breath hitched sharply at the sensation on her lower lip, and she clamped her mouth shut in panic, terrified it might slip inside.
But even with her mouth sealed tight, the tip kept nudging against her lips, persistent and probing, as if trying to force them open.
"Fufu… look at that. My cock's kissing you now, isn't it? Right on your lips… as if it knows you secretly want it there. Tell me, Mikoto-san, don't you want a cock that isn't your fiancé's inside your mouth? Don't you want to suck it?"
She shook her head immediately, whimpering as she did, tiny, frantic motions of denial.
"Ahh… is that so?" he murmured. "Such a shame. I can't help but want to thrust my cock into your mouth."
His right thumb pressed against her lower lip, prying it downward so that his cock could entire inside.
Panic shot through her. She shook her head harder, trembling now, horrified at what he intended.
"N-no…" she managed, her voice cracking under the strain.
Tears welled up again, sliding down her flushed cheeks in trembling paths, but still she refused to open her mouth, determined not to let that inside.
Stroking his penis with her hands and rocking her breasts around it had already humiliated her enough for one day. She didn't want to feel any more degraded than she already did.
"Really? Well, alright… I suppose I won't put it in," he said, sounding as though he were relenting.
She froze, 'He was… relenting?'
She didn't believe it for a second and kept her guard up.
"You wound me, Mikoto-san. Do I look like the type of man who lies and fools others?" he asked lightly, noting her stunned expression.
She wanted to nod, wanted to tell him that was exactly the kind of man she thought he was and that she didn't trust his word at all. But she couldn't say it aloud. So she shook her head instead, still keeping her lips tight.
He chuckled. "It's okay, Mikoto-san… I know you don't trust me… and I guess you are right about that since I'm still thinking about stuffing your mouth with my cock."
Of course. She knew it. She hadn't trusted him at all.
But then Kanzou added, "However… if you can make me cum quickly… I won't stuff my cock in your mouth."
Was he telling the truth? She didn't know, and she didn't dare confirm. Anyway, she already intended to finish this as quickly as possible, so his condition only pushed her to move faster.
In fact, he was telling the truth. He had no intention of forcing his cock into her mouth. Instead, he planned to spill himself across her face, to give her a facial.
'Hahaha… Mikoto-san… you should prepare yourself for the facial I'm about to give you. It's sure to make your beautiful face even more beautiful…'
Shlick…
Shlick…
Shlick…
Soon enough, pleasure coiled tight inside him as he jerked his hips upward with growing force…
"Haa… haa… that's it… just like that… you're going to make me cum soon, Mikoto-san… right on these perfect tits of yours…"
Disgust twisted inside her, him cumming on her breasts? How could that ever be acceptable? Of course, she didn't want that. But it was still better than having his penis inside her mouth.
It's a pith that she didn't know… he not only intended to stain her breasts… but he also intended to stain her beautiful face with his cum.
Unaware, she swallowed the revulsion, let her mind detach, and left her body on autopilot, moving faster, harder, squeezing until her arms ached.
It didn't take long before she felt him swell, growing impossibly thick between her breasts, the veins pulsing hot against her palms. Each time the head emerged, it flared wider, brushing her lips, her nose, leaving sticky touches she couldn't evade.
'P-please… end it… just finish already…' she begged silently, tears blurring her vision as she rocked more desperately, causing the wet sounds to fill the bedroom with a perverse symphony.
Shlick…
Plakk…
Plaaappp…
Fllaappp…
"It's coming…" he groaned, feeling his body tighten with mounting release. Immediately, he slid his hands into her hair, pushing her head down, making her look directly at his cock.
"Mikoto-san… look at my cock," he ordered, voice thick. "Watch it as I stain your face with my cum…"
"N-no…" she tried to deny it, but the moment she opened her mouth, the head of his cock pushed past her lips.
"!!!"
She reacted instantly, clamping her teeth shut and trying to pull back. She failed to retreat because he gripped her head, but the pressure of her clenched jaw stopped him from sliding any further inside.
On the next motion, he drew his hips back, withdrawing just enough to give her a fleeting moment of relief. It didn't last. Almost immediately, he surged forward again.
Terrified, she didn't dare open her mouth. She swallowed every word of resistance, surrendered to his control, and continued holding her breasts tight around him while he used her as he pleased.
And as she looked at his cock, despite not wanting to, she saw it throb violently between her breasts with each thrust. Then, after one final surge, the head slipped free… and then—
"Gaaahhh… cumming…!" he grunted, tightening his hold around her head and pushing it down.
'N… no…' she screamed in her mind, but it was of no use as right before her unwilling, horrified eyes, he came—
Thick, hot ropes of semen burst from him in powerful spurts.
Spurt!
The first jet arced high and splattered across her face in heavy streaks, coating her cheeks, her lips, catching in her eyelashes before dripping down her chin.
Spurt! Spurt!
The second and third painted her neck as the warm seed slid into the hollow of her throat, while more pulsed out to soak her bra, making the already thin, nearly transparent fabric a glistening, obscene mess.
'Please no… I hate this…!' But what was her complaint going to do? What was meant to come out was going to come out…
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Spurt after spurt followed, coating her heaving breasts in erratic bursts, some striking the exposed curves above her bra, others sinking into the valley to mix with sweat and the lingering traces of saliva.
"Damn… I can't stop myself from cumming…" he murmured, his strength draining as his head tipped back. His grip on her loosened at last, allowing her to pull away.
But his release didn't stop. It felt endless, marking her thoroughly, possessively, until the final, weak dribble slid down to her collarbone, leaving her utterly defiled.
"Haaah… haaah…" he panted heavily, his cock still twitching.
Only after the sensations finally faded did he draw a deep breath. At the same time, his length finally softened and slipped free of her bra, streaking cum onto the futon as he looked down at her face, calmly admiring the sight.
A satisfied smirk curled across his lips, "Aaah… haah… fufu… look at you now, Mikoto-san… not just your tits… but also your face is covered in my cum. Do you like the facial I gave you? Gahahaha…"
"…" She didn't respond, rather stayed frozen, her breasts still pressed around his softening length while she reeled from the feeling of having his cum covering not just her breasts but also her face.
'S-so disgusting…!' she thought, feeling his hot and sticky seeds cooling on her skin like a burning brand.
Shame crashed over her in waves, hotter, heavier, mixing with the sticky warmth until she could hardly breathe.
Seeing her breasts smeared with his cum and feeling rivulets of semen sliding down her face, Mikoto let out a soft, broken sob. "W-woo… uun…"
Her shoulders shook as tears flowed down her cheeks… and Kanzou, who watched her sobbing, was barely holding his laughter…
But when he reached out his hand and tilted her chin upward, forcing her to face him as he saw her cheeks smeared with semen and tears, the sight looked so undeniably obscene and perverted that he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
"Gahahaha…" He laughed openly, right in her face, holding her gaze. "What's this, Mikoto-san? Are you crying? Are those tears? Are those genuine tears and not just my cum?"
Even his cock twitched at the obscene state she was in.
After all, no one in the clan, or the village, would ever imagine that the graceful and dignified Uchiha Mikoto would be reduced to this: her face smeared with the semen of a man who isn't even her fiancé.
It was a sight no one would ever expect.
Even Fugaku, just imagining what he would think if he knew his fiancée's face was covered in Kanzou's cum he'd probably choke on his own blood.
The thought alone made him hard.
Mikoto glared up at him through the haze of her humiliation. Her eyes blazed with raw, unfiltered hatred, and she choked out furiously, "What does it look like?!"
She was really crying, and how could she not be? He had smeared her face and breasts with his semen.
The sticky warmth cooled against her skin, turning clammy and revolting.
Disgust churned in her gut, twisting together with bone-deep shame.
"W-why did you do this? Why did you…?" Her words collapsed into hitching gasps. She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, trying and failing to stifle the sobs shaking her body.
"Haha… the real question is… why wouldn't I?" he laughed again, deeper this time, enjoying her torment. He even patted her head in a condescending gesture.
"After all, a beautiful woman like you…" He continued smoothly, "needs a bit of makeup, something to enhance that beauty. And now that I've given you a facial… consider it the enhancement you were missing."
"Enhancement? Make up?" she choked out as her expression twisted into pure fury at the absurd, revolting reason.
It didn't even make sense, and as if to provoke her further, he added casually, "Honestly, seeing your face covered in my cum? I find it beautiful and highly arousing. But that's just me." He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "What about you? How do you like this 'enhancement,' Mikoto-san? Having your face covered in the cum of a man… that too a man who isn't your fiancé… how does it feel?"
"What do you think I feel like…? I hate it…!" she snarled, her voice cracking with anguish. Tears spilled faster as she swiped at her face in a futile attempt to wipe it all clean, only smearing the mess further.
"Fufu… that's good… I like that you hate it," he replied calmly. "It makes tormenting you more fun… more enjoyable. If you didn't hate it, why would I torment you?" His tone was flat, matter-of-fact, as if he were commenting on the weather rather than degrading her with his sick, sadistic desires.
She fell silent as a cold chill settled deep in her chest.
Something was undeniably wrong with him… with his mind. She told him she hated this, and he openly admitted that was exactly why he did it. As if humiliating her, breaking her, tormenting her was the very thing he found pleasurable.
And of course, it was true. She didn't need anyone to tell her, she was living it for the second time now. She hated it… despised every moment. But she was helpless, unable to do anything except cry harder.
Her sobs shook her shoulders as she wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, only to smear them into the semen streaking her skin.
Choking on her anguish, she forced the words out. "Now that you're done with what you came for… just go. Get lost… and leave me alone."
She couldn't believe this was the same man she had once secretly admired in her heart. The thought made her feel sick, overwhelmed with disgust.
She didn't want to see him ever again; she wanted him gone from her life, forever.
In response to her desperate wish for him to leave, Kanzou merely chuckled and shook his head, as if she had told an amusing joke.
"Go? Done with my business?" he scoffed. "What are you talking about, Mikoto-san? Have you already forgotten what happened last time?"
He gestured lazily toward his cock, already fully erect and twitching, slick with the remnants of his cum and her saliva, standing proud and ready for more.
"I can still go on, you know," he continued casually. "So no… I'm not leaving anytime soon." Then he patted the futon beside him, the sound deceptively soft but unmistakably commanding. "Come on. Get on your knees and stick that ass out… now I'm going to fuck you."
She dropped her gaze, unwillingly letting it fall on his penis as it throbbed with renewed hunger.
Nausea rose in her throat.
Just looking at that ugly, veined flesh made her stomach churn.
But worse than disgust was the fear that crashed over her like ice water as memories of the last time surged back: the stretch, the pain, the relentless invasion as he came inside her again and again that had left her broken and aching all over.
She shook her head immediately and scrambled backward on the futon, her voice breaking into a desperate plea. "N-no… no… I don't want to… please, just leave me alone…"
"I'm afraid that won't be possible," he said, his voice dropping into that dangerous timbre as he patted the futon again, like calling a bitch to heel. "Stick your ass out. Now."
She shook her head harder, trying to put distance between them. Her body trembled as she pushed herself back against the futon. "No… I don't want to… I won't. I've done enough…"
He moved in a flash, seizing her wrist in an iron grip that allowed no escape and stopped her from retreating. "Oh?" he scoffed. "You think you get a say?"
"Let me go… let me go…" She thrashed in response, legs kicking wildly as if to fight him off, her free hand clawing at the futon. Through her tears, she continued to resist, her voice breaking. "I don't want to do this anymore… I'm tired… I don't feel well…"
"As if I care whether you want to do it, or whether you're tired, or whether you feel well," he snarled, his patience snapping. "Do you really think any of that matters to me?!"
He only put a little bit of strength into his grip and yanked her toward him effortlessly. Any resistance she tried to muster was meaningless against his strength, and her light weight only made it even easier.
"Kyaaa—! No...!" A sharp cry tore from her as he dragged her in, her body tumbling onto her stomach beneath his looming form.
With brutal efficiency, he forced her into the position he wanted, pinning her beneath his weight as she lay prone on the futon. His knees locked her hips in place, leaving her unable to move. Leaning down, he questioned her coldly, "Haaah… don't you care whether Tadayoshi-sama lives or dies?"
The words made her freeze. "S-Sofu-sama…"
"That's right, Mikoto-san… think about your Sofu-sama, …" Kanzou added softly, deliberately invoking the person she cherished most.
Her resistance collapsed instantly as ice flooded her veins. She stopped struggling altogether, but her sobs only grew harsher, breaking into desperate pleas.
"Please… please, go find someone else to relieve yourself… leave me alone… wooo… leave me alone…! I didn't do anything to you… I never even offended you… why… why are you doing this to me…? Wooo… please… let me go… I-I won't pursue this… I'll stay silent, I'll forget everything… just let me go… please… I'm begging you… hic…"
"Shut up, woman… I'm not going anywhere until I fuck your brains out and relieve myself…" he snorted, shoving her head down into the pillow, muffling her cries and burying her cum-streaked face in the soft fabric.
"Pweaseeee…" she choked out in a muffled voice. But her plea became warped and was barely audible against the pillow.
He didn't listen. But even if he had listened, he wouldn't have cared.
Rising onto his knees behind her, he brought his hand down in a sharp spank, adding a fresh sting to skin already flushed red.
Cha!
"Come… lift that ass up…"
She didn't comply at once. As if making one last, futile attempt to resist, her body tensed in defiance.
That hesitation earned her two more slaps, harsher than before.
Cha!
Cha!
But when she still didn't move, Kanzou snarling fisted her hair and yanked her head up sharply, forcing a hiss of pain from her lips, "Aaahh…"
He didn't care about the pain she was feeling… rather, he smirked, finding it pleasing.
"I'm warning you, Mikoto-san…" he said coldly. "I'll count to five. If you don't lift that ass before I'm done… I'll go straight to where your Sofu-sama is, and I'll kill him. I really will. No matter who tries to stop me, I'll give him the most painful death imaginable."
He leaned closer and said cruelly. "Now the choice is yours… whether you'd rather be fucked by me, or become the reason for his death."
"Five…"
'Why me? Why me? What did I do to him? Why is he hurting me?' she whimpered, choking back a sob.
The pain from her hair being yanked already pushed her toward agony, compounded by the repeated slaps burning across her back.
"Four…"
'I don't want to… I don't want to…'
She truly didn't want to be violated by him again.
For a fleeting moment, a dark thought crossed her mind: what if she ended it here? If she died, perhaps her grandfather would be left alone.
More than that, it would deny him the satisfaction of violating her… an anger he'd have no way to vent on her. Even if he did something to her corpse, it couldn't be more humiliating than this.
What would it matter then?
"Three…"
'B-but if he still went to Sofu-sama…?'
Deep down, she knew the truth.
Even if she took her own life, he would only carry that rage to her grandfather. He would make him suffer. He would not even kill him easily; rather, he'd make him suffer in agony.
She couldn't allow that. She couldn't become the cause of her grandfather's agony.
"Two…"
'Rather than Sofu-sama suffering…'
It was better for her to endure it alone, better that she suffered by herself than let that suffering spill onto her family… the only family she had known for most of her life.
"1…"
Suddenly, she squirmed, resigning herself…
"Fufu… it seems you've reached a decision, Mikoto-san…" he said, stopping the count with a smirk, releasing her hair just enough to let her breathe.
She didn't respond, but the way she raised her ass up slightly, trembling, it seemed to mean that she had relented.
'I should suffer on my own rather than let Sofu-sama suffer…' she thought, releasing a broken sigh between her sobs.
He laughed triumphantly. "Fufu… I knew you'd come to that realization. After all, you're a smart woman, and I like smart women."
'But I hate you…' she thought, crying silently as she resigned herself to her fate.
He didn't care what ran through her mind. He spanked her again and issued his command coldly, "Now… lift that ass higher. Bend your knees and let them take the weight. Arch your back."
"Wooo… wooo…" Still crying, she obeyed. She bent her knees to steady herself, raised her hips as instructed, and arched her back, keeping her face buried in the pillow to muffle her sobs.
"Yes… This is good. Now stay steady like that…" he said, rolling her long black skirt up to her lower back, exposing her shapely hips and black panties.
Unsurprisingly, the fabric was already soaked, wet enough to drip.
"Just look at this… even though you're this wet, you still wanted me to stop," he mocked. "Mikoto-san, you're not honest with yourself at all. Internally, you want me to fuck you. You want me to ravish your dripping, needy pussy with my cock… yet you keep telling me to leave you alone. That's not good."
"That's not true… I just want you to leave me alone…" she protested through tears, her voice muffled against the pillow.
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow as he bunched her panties in his fist and pulled them tight against her pussy.
Instantly, the fabric dug into her folds, forcing a sharp, muffled gasp from her lips, "Aaahhhnnn!"
"Then how do you explain this wetness? How do you explain your own arousal?"
He scoffed softly. "Your face is flushed red… and your pussy is leaking, already soaking the fabric in anticipation of my cock. Isn't it obvious that you want to be fucked by me?"
His voice dripped with mockery. "Yet you keep telling me you don't. You even tell me to leave you alone."
He chuckled darkly. "Truly… women are mysterious creatures. They say one thing, but mean the exact opposite."
She couldn't respond at all. Her body trembled as the fabric of her panties dug into her sensitive folds, and she struggled to keep the painful moans from spilling out, "Aaahhnn… i-it's hurting… Hnnngg…"
Though she was wet, that only heightened her sensitivity. In that state, the wedgie was both intensely painful and overwhelmingly stimulating.
The sensation quickly overwhelmed her completely as the pleasure crested and a desire for release bubbled up.
'I don't want to… I don't want to…'
But there was no stopping what had already begun. Despite her resistance, her juices spilled out uncontrollably.
"C-cumming…!!!"
Splrrt!
"Gahahaha… look at this," he laughed, clearly amused as he watched her lose control. "You're so horny, so desperate to be pounded by me, that you came from nothing more than a wedgie…"
He laughed again as her orgasm left slick trails that dripped onto the futon beneath her.
Splasshhh!
She couldn't even bring herself to defend against it, because that was exactly how it had happened, and the realization filled her with shame.
"I really dislike dishonest women…" he snorted. Keeping the wedgie pulled tight with one hand, he used the other to grip his cock and slap it against her soaked pussy.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
"Aaahnnn… ahhhnnn…"
With the fabric already biting into her sensitive folds, the repeated slaps from his cock added another layer of stimulation. The sensation overwhelmed her completely. She moaned heavily, arched her back, and curled her toes as a second orgasm crashed through her body.
She hadn't even had time to recover from the first before her body betrayed her again, trembling violently.
"Cu-cumminggggg…!"
Splrrt! Splasshhh!
"Hmm, look at that… you came again," he laughed, clearly amused. "Are you really the same woman who was begging me to leave? And now… you've already orgasmed twice, without me even stuffing my cock inside your pussy."
His smile turned mocking. "Could it be that you secretly wanted me to fuck you, but just didn't want to admit it? You're so dishonest, Mikoto-san."
Cha!
He slapped her for that dishonesty and sneered, "Dishonest women like you… deserve to be spanked."
Cha!
"I… haaah… I… haaah… want to… haaah… die…" she stammered between ragged, broken breaths.
"So… you'd rather die than cum for me. How sad. I'm giving you pleasure, yet you choose pain instead." As he spoke, he leaned down and bit her earlobe sharply, drawing a whimper from her lips.
He didn't care.
"It's almost as if you're mentally unwell," he continued coldly. "And you know, Mikoto-san… sick women like you really do need proper treatment."
Keeping the wedgie pulled taut against her, his voice softened mockingly. "But don't worry, Mikoto-san. I know exactly the treatment someone like you needs. I'm an expert. I've treated many women before you who suffered from the same problem, and the treatment has always worked."
"Fufu…" He chuckled, reminiscing about those encounters. Some of them had been as sick as Mikoto, some less so, but the treatment was always the same.
"Are you curious to know what that treatment is?" he asked.
She didn't respond. She wasn't interested; she could already guess, given his twisted nature.
"It seems you've figured it out," he said with a small nod, whispering into her ear. "And you're right. The treatment is to have their pussy be pounded by me. After I fuck their brains out, their sickness heals. Some need multiple sessions, others don't."
His grip tightened slightly. "But you don't need to worry, Mikoto-san. I'll give you as much treatment as you need… and I'm sure you'll be cured too."
'The one who actually needs treatment… is you…' she thought silently, but didn't have the courage actually to be able to say it to his face.
Kanzou wouldn't have cared either way…
"So… now then you know the treatment you need, shall we begin your treatment, Mikoto-san… pounding your pussy…"
All she could do was whimper and shake her head. She didn't want any of his sick treatment.
"Fufu… just as I thought," he said, clearly amused. "You shook your head, which means you want me to fuck you."
He continued calmly, twisting her reaction to suit himself. "You see, Mikoto-san, since you're a dishonest woman, if you truly didn't want me to fuck you, you would have nodded. I would have taken that as you not wanting to be 'cured.'"
Then, lowering his voice, he continued smugly, "But you didn't nod, you shook your head. That means, in truth, you want me to fuck your brains out," and added with a smile, "Alright then, since you want me to cure you… I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She was left speechless, unable to comprehend or respond to the twisted logic being forced upon her.
"And I wonder how your pussy will react when I actually stuff my cock inside you… let's find out."
With that thought, he slid her panties aside, exposing her soaked folds as her juices dripped directly onto the futon beneath her.
Drip… drip… drip…
He gave her dripping sex a few sharp slaps with his cock, then said coldly, "Alright… brace yourself. Doctor Uchiha Kanzou-sama is about to administer the cure for your sickness. It'll hurt at first, you already know that from previous experience, but after that, it won't hurt as much. Don't be afraid. If it hurts, that just means the cure is working."
"N-no…" she choked out in a desperate, muffled voice, refusing that twisted treatment.
"Yes, I know you want it desperately, and I don't intend to keep you waiting," He ignored her plea and thrust forward forcefully, splitting her open in a single motion, driving all the way in, slamming into her cervix at once.
"Aaahhhnnn…! C-cumminggggg…!"
She arched completely, her eyes rolling back as the third orgasm tore violently through her trembling body…
Squelch… Squelch~
"Gaaah… Mikoto-san… your tight, thirsty pussy," he groaned. "It's squeezing me so hard… telling me just how desperate it is to be cured of the sickness in your head."
She was too drained to utter a single word.
He didn't care either way. Leaning forward, he sank his teeth into her back and began to thrust.
Plap… plakk… pappp…
He slammed his hips against her ass, sending ripples through her entire body.
He plunged his cock deep inside her pussy, exploring her most sensitive depths and flooding her with overwhelming pleasure.
'It's too much… too big…'
Her thoughts blurred, her mind turning hazy as helpless moans slipped from her lips, spilling out even against her will.
"Aaahnnn… hnngggn… ohhnnn…"
"Are you enjoying this, Mikoto-san?" he asked. "Are you enjoying being fucked by a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"Hnnng… ngghhnnn…" She did nothing but moan, not to mention, she didn't want to answer the question at all.
Kanzou snorted. Fisting her hair, he yanked her head back and spoke coldly, "Didn't I ask you a question? How'd I know if the treatment I have administered is working if you don't respond to my questions?"
She sobbed at the pain, then nodded weakly. "I-it hurts… ahhhhnnn… b-but it also… hhnnn… also feels good… w-why… why does it feel good…?"
"Haha… of course it feels good," he smirked. "I'm the one fucking you, I am the one administering you with the treatment to cure your sickness… how could it not?"
Proud of himself, he straightened up but didn't release her hair.
Instead, he yanked it back like a leash, keeping her head strained and forcing her to endure the sharp pain as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy.
Plap… plakk… Paappp…
Between each movement, he used his free hand to slap her buttocks, those full, soft curves of hers… he really intended on turning them red.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
One sharp slap after another echoed through the bedroom as he struck her left ass cheek, rough enough to leave red handprints behind. The mix of pain and pleasure tore cries from her throat.
"Aaahhnnn… hhhnnnn… h-hurrttsss…"
"Don't worry… this is all part of the treatment," he said, smirking, ignoring her moans that were mixed with painful cries.
His gaze then shifted to her other asscheek. "I can't leave this one untouched either, can I?"
Keeping her hair clenched tightly in one hand, he raised the other and struck her remaining ass cheek just as roughly.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
More sharp slaps echoed through the room, blending with the heavy sound of his hips crashing against her.
Clapp… clapp…
The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mixed in as well.
Shluck… shluck…
Beneath it all were Mikoto's sweet, strained moans, sonorous, trembling, and laced with pain. "Hannnn… ahhhnnn… hhannn…"
Being struck on the buttocks, having her hair yanked roughly, and being driven with ferocious intensity, it was no surprise that she was pushed over the edge yet again.
"Kanzou-sama… I-I'm c-cumminnnnnggg… againnnnn…"
Splrrt! Squelch~
Her mind went completely blank as another orgasm tore through her, flooding her senses white.
"Now's not the time to lose consciousness, Mikoto-san… I'm not finished administering your treatment yet," he said, slapping her ass roughly as he continued to thrust, forcing her back toward awareness.
Cha! "Come on, wake up…"
Cha! Cha! "Come on, Mikoto-san…"
Plaappp! "Wake uppppp…!"
"H-hai… hai… I… haaahnn… I-I'm conscious…" she replied, slowly emerging from the white haze.
But her eyes remained unfocused and pale, her tongue hanging loose in a dazed state as shameless moans continued to spill from her lips, "Hnnngggnn… nahaannnn… mmmmm… Kanzou-samaaaaaa…"
"Yes, Mikoto-san… keep moaning," he said with a smirk, watching her body tremble with each thrust.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
It felt overwhelming, too intense, too stimulating, and it continued like that for several more minutes as he pounded her relentlessly.
He also didn't forget to leave fresh bite marks across her body, ensuring she would see them later in the mirror and understand just how thoroughly he had claimed her again.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san… fucking you like this… tormenting you…" He groaned. "This is the best. I want to fuck you again and again and again, until your sickness is completely cured and your heart submits to me completely. I want you to say that you want to be pleasured by me rather than dying…"
"Nnnnn… Hmmmm…"
His laughter grew twisted. "I also want to see that look of hopelessness on Fugaku-san's face while I fuck his fiancée. Fufu… what do you think he'd do if he saw you like this, pinned beneath me, your ass sticking out, moaning like a bitch in heat?"
"Hannnn… ahhhnnn… hhannn…"
"Gaaahahhahhahah… It makes me so excited… so aroused… aaah… I can't help but want to cum inside your pussy, flood that child-bearing cave with my seed… and give Fugaku another green hat…"
"Aaahhnnn… nnnghhh…!"
"I can do it, right?" he pressed. "Right, Mikoto-san? I can cum inside your pussy and mark it with my seed again, right?"
"Aaaahhhhnnnn… c-cumming!"
Squelch… splrrtttt… gushhh…!
"Aaah, I knew it… I knew you wouldn't refuse me, Mikoto-san…" he groaned, breath hitching. "A-and… haaan…"
Squirrtt… drip… plappp… plappp…!
Feeling his release building, he told her while continuing to piston into her, "Get ready, Mikoto-san… I can really feel it, my load is building up…"
Whether she was ready or not didn't matter to him. He buried himself deep and unloaded inside her.
"Gaaah… cumming, Mikoto-san… I'm going to fill your pussy…!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Thick, hot ropes of semen flooded her depths, splattering against her cervix with relentless force.
Each pulse sent a fresh wave of heat blooming through her core.
"Aaaahhhhnnnn… n-nooo… it's too much… c-cummingggg… againnnn…!"
Her body betrayed her completely, clenching around him in involuntary spasms as the sensation dragged another unwilling climax from her while her walls milked him greedily, despite the silent screams of protest echoing in her mind.
Gushhh… squelchhh… splrrt!
Her juices mixed with his release, spilling out in messy rivulets that trickled down her thighs and soaked into the futon beneath them.
Drip… Drip… drip…
Shame burned hotter than the seed filling her, choking her breath and tearing sobs from her chest. Even so, her hips bucked back against him, chasing an ecstasy she despised herself for craving.
'Why… why does it feel like this…? I don't want it… I don't… but… haaahnnnn…'
"Haaah… take it all, Mikoto-san… every drop, and feel how I'm claiming your womb… flooding it with my seed…" he groaned triumphantly as he ground his hips deeper, making sure nothing escaped while his cock throbbed inside her, painting her insides white as obscene warmth spread through her, like a brand of ownership she could never wash away.
Spurt! Spurt!
The final pulses came slower and weaker, yet no less possessive, leaving her bloated and overfull, stuffed with undeniable proof of what had been done to her as he remained buried to the hilt, savoring the way her pussy fluttered around him in reluctant spasms, milking out the last remnants even as her tears soaked into the pillow.
"That… haaah… felt amazing…" he panted heavily, his chest heaving against her back as the aftershocks rippled through his body.
Sweat glistened on his skin, dripping onto her reddened ass, where his handprints bloomed like badges of his cruelty.
Tears streamed, mixing with the drying semen on her face as ragged sobs tore from her throat. "H-haaah… w-woo… it's… it's too much… p-please… pull out… I-I can't… haaah… I hate this… I hate you…"
For a moment, he simply held her there, pinning her trembling body beneath his, his breath hot against her ear. "Even though you say that, Mikoto-san… your pussy's squeezing me like it doesn't want to let go. You really are dishonest, aren't you? You say you hate it, you say you hate me… Yet your body, it's not letting me go at all…"
She could only whimper in response. Her body lay limp and quivering, wracked by the twin torment of overstimulation and crushing humiliation.
The fullness inside her felt invasive, almost permanent, as if he had carved a piece of himself into the very core of her being.
"Hnnng… haaah…" Another groan slipped from him at the squeeze, his cock giving a lazy twitch inside her. He didn't pull out. Instead, he rolled his hips, stirring his release within her and drawing a helpless gasp from her lips.
"Hnn…"
Squelchh…
Even the slick, messy squelches echoed obscenely, a wet reminder of what he'd done.
She buried her cum-slick face deeper into the pillow while her body hummed with unwanted echoes of pleasure as every breath felt labored.
And her thighs, slick with sweat and their mingled fluids… they too trembled from the strain of holding the position.
The bite marks on her back throbbed in time with her heartbeat. These marks were new, but they were layered over old ones. And they were not just bite marks; rather, they were an unmistakable map of his sadism etched into her skin.
But even with all that… her pussy… it just doesn't seem to want to let him go.
'Why does it still feel so go—! No… I won't think it… I won't…'
He lingered a moment longer, savoring her defeat, the way her body yielded even as her spirit fractured. His hand drifted idly over the curve of her ass, fingers tracing the red handprints before landing in a light, teasing slap.
Cha!
The sting jolted her, tearing a muffled yelp from her throat. "Hnn…!"
"Fufu… don't get lost in your thoughts… the treatment's far from over…"
He withdrew slowly, the drag of his softening cock pulling a lewd, wet pop from her abused entrance.
Plop!
A thick trickle of his seed followed, spilling out and dripping down her thighs.
"Hnnnn…" She shuddered at the sudden emptiness. It was a confusing mix of relief and loss that only deepened her self-loathing.
But the relief was fleeting. He shifted behind her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skirt rolled around her waist, then tugged it down, dropping it to her knees, leaving her panties.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked, fear and horror creeping into her voice as she felt his hands catch both of hers at her sides and pull them back.
"What do you think?" he said cryptically, already knowing she would understand, and she did. As he spoke, he pulled her up, lifting her upper body from the futon and forcing her to remain upright on her weakened knees.
"I… I'm tired already…" she said. Her exhaustion was genuine after so many climaxes, and she clung to the faint hope that he might finally stop, taking pity on her.
But that hope was meaningless in front of him.
Without a care in the world, he hauled her fully upright and pulled her tube bra down, causing her cum-slick breasts to spring free and jiggle.
"Your treatment isn't finished, Mikoto-san," he said, wrapping an arm around her from behind in a possessive hold, pressing his chest against her back and his hips against her ass and angling her body to let his cock, already beginning to stir again, nudge against her entrance once more.
"Hnn…" she whimpered from having her entrance being pried again.
"Fufu… as I expected, given your dishonest nature, your words only tell me one thing: you're craving more," he said, tightening his grip slightly, "So let's begin the next round…"
"N-no… p-please… haaah… not again…" Her plea came out weak and breathless, barely more than a whisper.
He only chuckled in response and thrust forward without mercy as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh continued to echo in the bedroom.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
"Aaaahnnnn… Kanzou-samaaa… i-it's too much… you're breaking me… hnnnggg…!"
…
A while later
[Ding. The host coerced Uchiha Mikoto into prostituting herself again. Rewards: Mangekyō Sharingan Ocular Jutsu: Tsukuyomi + 50,000 Evil Points]
Kanzou blinked. Tsukuyomi?!
He was genuinely stunned. Given the massive reward he had received the first time for coercing her, he had expected something significant again, but Tsukuyomi had never been within his expectations.
What was Tsukuyomi?
It was one of the highest-caliber genjutsu ever recorded, an ocular jutsu awakened by Uchiha Itachi through his Mangekyō Sharingan.
With Tsukuyomi, the user could forcibly drag a target's consciousness into a genjutsu realm where everything, time, space, gravity, and sensation, was under their absolute control. Mere eye contact with the Mangekyō Sharingan was enough to activate it.
There was no real defense.
Even if the victim realized they were trapped in a genjutsu, they could do nothing to escape. Disrupting chakra flow was useless. Self-inflicted pain accomplished nothing.
An instant in reality could stretch into hours, days, weeks, months, even years, within Tsukuyomi.
With sufficient chakra and visual prowess, it was possible to trap someone inside the illusion for an entire lifetime, just as Itachi had done to Izumi.
'To think Mikoto would give me Tsukuyomi…'
Excitement surged through him.
Receiving Tsukuyomi filled Kanzou with exhilaration.
Although the reward wasn't as overwhelming as the first one he had obtained, it was still exceptionally valuable.
Feeling the ocular jutsu fuse into his left eye, and his visual prowess surging in tandem, he stared at Mikoto, a faint smile forming on his lips, 'She truly is a treasure trove.'
Now fully dressed, Kanzou once again looked like a respectable gentleman and passed Mikoto her panties so that she could put them on.
This time, he wasn't going to pocket it; after all, he wasn't some panty-loving pervert. The panties he had taken previously had fulfilled their purpose; there was no need to take more.
Mikoto looked at her panties and recalled how the ones he had pocketed previously were discovered in the cupboards of his home, becoming a matter of public discussion that she had heard about from a fellow Kunoichi of her clan.
She was really glad that no one knew that it was her panties and that Kanzou didn't reveal that they were hers either; otherwise, everything would have been over.
Heck, since that day, she didn't dare wear the same kind of panties… she had gotten rid of all of them, afraid that someone might catch on if they noticed.
Although the chance of that happening was negligible since there was no way anyone was going to see her panties, she didn't dare risk it out of shame and fear.
At the same time, she was also glad that Kanzou wasn't taking her panties this time… because if he was, it would have only made things more uncomfortable for her.
Shaking her head, Mikoto snatched them from Kanzou's hand and put them on with a distracted expression.
Noting her distracted expression, Kanzou was a bit curious and asked her, "What are you thinking?"
"Just lamenting my fate… I am wondering if I will ever be able to escape your clutches," answered Mikoto mockingly.
"Nope, there's no escape… this is your fate now," Kanzou said with a chuckle. "And you'll never escape, not even through death. If you try, I'll just bring you back to life and drag you right back into this mess of ours."
Mikoto wanted to scoff at the absurdity of it, Kanzou bringing her back to life just to trap her in this situation again.
Obviously, such a thing would be impossible… There was no way she was going to believe that he'd be able to bring her back to life should she commit suicide.
But when she looked into his eyes, she couldn't be so sure.
There was a confidence in his gaze that made her believe… he would do exactly that, and he would be able to do exactly that.
She had no idea how he could bring her back to life… but the confidence in his eyes made her believe he could, and would.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, unable to hold back her doubts. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
She was certain, she had never wronged him. And yet, he treated her like this.
Kanzou answered plainly, "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why?" she pressed.
"Because I'm a bad person," he said with a casual shrug. "And bad people do bad things. I thought that was obvious?"
"Because you're… a bad person?" she echoed, barely a whisper. His words sank into her chest like a weight.
She lifted her head to look at him and murmured, "I respected you, you know… even admired you, albeit secretly, but I really did. I held you in such high regard… but to think…"
"You can still do all of that," Kanzou said, staring into her eyes. "Respect me. Revere me. Admire me. Obey me. Follow me."
Mikoto flinched, averting her gaze as she shook her head.
"How can I? After… after what you did to me!" she cried. "And you say this is my fate now? Is this really how it's going to be? Will I never be able to break free?"
"It would seem so," Kanzou replied with a faint smile. "You're my canary now, trapped in my cage, living and breathing according to my whims."
"It's suffocating…" she whispered, unable to hold back her tears.
"Have you ever heard the saying," Kanzou said calmly, "if you can't escape something… embrace it? It'll make things much easier and enjoyable."
"If I can't escape it… Then embrace it?" Mikoto repeated softly, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.
Kanzou didn't say anything… just sat there silently with a smile…
As those words echoed in Mikoto's mind, a voice suddenly called from outside,
"Mikoto… are you in your room?"
Since the door was left open, the voice drew closer, and soon, its source stepped into view, "Mikoto…" he began, eyes falling on Mikoto… but then froze as his eyes landed on Kanzou, seated calmly on her futon, "Kanzou-kun?"
Upon seeing the person enter, Kanzou rose from the futon and greeted the elder calmly, "Tadayoshi-sama…"
Indeed, it was Elder Tadayoshi. His brows were furrowed in suspicion. The scene before him was troubling, a grown man alone in Mikoto's bedroom, sitting on her futon.
Meanwhile, Mikoto looked up at her grandfather in panic, her heart pounding. 'Why is Sōfu-sama back this early…?' She froze, wide-eyed with dread.
"Kanzou-kun… what are you doing here?" Tadayoshi asked sharply.
Kanzou shrugged. "Just chatting about a few things."
"Just chatting?" Tadayoshi repeated, his eyes drifting to the futon.
Its presence in the room was questionable, after all, it was still the middle of the day. Mikoto wasn't the type to nap in the afternoon. Even if she had been tired enough to rest, she would've folded the futon and put it away, especially if someone was visiting.
And certainly, she wouldn't have allowed anyone, let alone a man, to sit on it.
Kanzou and Mikoto weren't that close.
Elder Tadayoshi was quite sure they hadn't had much contact before.
At most, they were mildly acquainted, and that level of familiarity was certainly not enough for Mikoto to allow Kanzou into the house in Tadayoshi's absence, let alone lead him into her bedroom and let him sit on her futon.
In fact, even if they had been very close acquaintances, it still wouldn't have justified her bringing him into her bedroom and letting him sit there so casually when no third person was around.
Tadayoshi was certain his granddaughter fully understood what such an action could imply.
Yet here Kanzou was, sitting calmly on her futon. It raised far too many questions in Tadayoshi's mind.
Not to mention the faint odor drifting in the bedroom… if it were an innocent child, they may not understand the meaning of that faint odor… but Tadayoshi was an elderly man who had lived his youth, and he understood everything perfectly…
He turned to his granddaughter, looking for an explanation, "Mikoto?"
Meanwhile, Mikoto had a look of horror on her face.
It felt like she'd been caught doing something shameful by her grandfather, which she really was…
She couldn't even open her mouth to say something…
Facing the questioning gaze of her grandfather, she wanted to hide…
Instinctively, she clutched the hem of Kanzou's shirt with both hands while lowering her head to the floor in shame and fear as her body trembled.
Elder Tadayoshi's gaze narrowed as he noticed Mikoto's subtle actions and the flushed colour in her cheeks.
Even if she didn't dare to give an explanation… the air around her and the room was enough of an explanation.
Tadayoshi's expression darkened. 'So that's it...'
This bastard Kanzou had really done something to his granddaughter, and he also felt that perhaps this was not the first time.
No wonder Mikoto had been acting strange lately.
Kanzou, however, met the elder's stare calmly. He'd already done so many terrible things that even getting caught red-handed with the old man's granddaughter didn't faze him in the slightest.
"Mikoto-san, I really enjoyed our conversation today," Kanzou said with a smile. "Let's talk some other time again, and I hope you'd put some thought into what we talked about…"
"I… I understand, Kanzou-sama," stuttered Mikoto instinctively as she pulled her cold hands back.
Kanzou then turned to the elder and spoke calmly, "Tadayoshi-sama, I'll be leaving now. I wish you a pleasant night."
With that, Kanzou walked out of Mikoto's bedroom and left the house, leaving Mikoto alone to face her grandfather.