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Plakk! Plakk! Plakk! Plakk!
Kanzou's hips crashed into her from behind without mercy. The wet, heavy impacts echoed through the study as he drove himself deep into her overstimulated pussy, forcing her body to take him while she was still trembling from the previous climax.
"Aaaahhhnnn… Mmmhhhnnn… Kanzouuu-samaaa… It's tooo muchhh... I can't— aahnnn~!!!"
"You can," he corrected coldly. Leaning over her, chest pressing against her back into the table, he whispered into her ear, "And you will. Because this is the only thing that fills that empty hole in your chest, isn't it?"
"H-haiii..." Mikoto could only sob and nod as Kanzou smirked and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
Chomp—
"Aaahhnnn—!!!" She cried out sharply, the additional pain mixing with the relentless pleasure. He didn't let go. He bit harder, marking her, leaving a clear imprint of his teeth while continuing to pound into her.
At the same time, his free hand came down hard across her ass.
Slap!
The sharp crack of skin on skin rang out. Her asscheek rippled under the force, another red handprint blooming instantly.
"Ahhnnn—!"
Slap! Slap!
He struck the other side next, then the first again, alternating until both cheeks were stinging and flushed. Each slap forced her forward against the table, her breasts squashing into the table, her erect nipples grazing against the wood.
"You're still so tight even after squirting," Kanzou growled against her marked shoulder. "What a greedy little cunt. Still gripping me like you never want me to leave."
He shifted his grip, catching both of her wrists and forcing them behind her back. One hand locked them together at the small of her back, pinning them there with bruising strength. With his other hand, he pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her cum-smeared face painfully into the wooden surface of the table.
"Nngh—!"
Her cheek flattened against the wood. The drying semen stuck to the surface, smearing further across her features as he held her down. She could barely breathe, could barely move. All she could do was take the brutal rhythm of his cock slamming into her over and over, numbing her mind further.
Plakk! Plakk! Plakk! Plakk!
"Look at yourself, Mikoto," he taunted cruelly. "The day of your grandfather's funeral… face covered in my cum… wrists locked behind your back… ass red from my hand… and still taking every thrust like the desperate, broken whore you are. This is what you asked for, isn't it? To be violated until you can't think anything, can't feel anything but pleasure, can't remember anything but this pleasure. Isn't that the case?"
Mikoto's mind was already fraying. The grief, the guilt, the shame, everything was being drowned under the overwhelming sensation of being used so thoroughly. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him with every thrust, the wet sounds growing louder, filthier.
Squelch… plakk… squelch… plakk…
"I'm… aahhnnn… I'm going to cum again…!" she sobbed against the table, voice muffled. "Kanzou-sama… it's too much… I am going to cum again... you are making me cum again—!!!"
"Then cum," he ordered coldly. "Cum from being pinned down and fucked like this. Show me how much you are enjoying being violated by me."
Having said that, he chomped into her back, digging his teeth into the soft sweaty flesh.
The combination of his words, the biting pain on her shoulders and back, the burning heat of her slapped ass, and the relentless battering of her cervix pushed her over the edge once more.
"Aaaahhhhnnnn.... Cummminnnngggg—!!"
Her second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her entire body seized, thighs shaking violently as another rush of fluid sprayed around his cock, soaking the table beneath them. Her walls clamped down so tightly that Kanzou had to force his way through the spasms, grinding deep while she came undone beneath him.
Gush… squirt… squelch…
Even through the climax, he didn't slow down. He kept slamming into her, riding out her orgasm and forcing her body to keep taking the brutal pace.
"Please…!" Mikoto's voice cracked, barely coherent. Her mind was going blank, thoughts dissolving under the constant overload of pleasure and pain. "Kanzou-sama… fill me… fill me up… please… I need it inside… I need your semen to fill me up…!!"
Kanzou's lips curled into a dark smirk above her.
"You want it that badly?"
He released her wrists only long enough to grab her hips with both hands, digging his fingers into her flesh hard enough to leave more bruises. Then he began to truly pound into her—short, savage, blurring thrusts that made the entire table shudder.
Plakkplakkplakkplakkplakkplakk—!
"Haannnaaahhhnnnnnnn…!! Haaahh… Kanzou-sama… Kanzou-samaaa…!!"
Mikoto's moans grew louder, higher, completely broken. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue stuck out, dripping saliva lewdly as her expression turned ahegao. The world narrowed to nothing but the thick, large, veiny monster of a cock splitting her open again and again, the wet slap of sweaty skin, the burning marks on her body, and the desperate need to be filled.
Her mind went white.
She could no longer form words, only broken, continuous moans as he used her without restraint.
"Aahhnn— Haahnn— Ngghhh— Hnnngg— Haaahh~~!!"
Plakkplakkplakkplakkplakkplakk—!
He kept thrusting brutally until his rhythm finally stuttered and he buried himself to the hilt with one last brutal thrust, "Gaahh... C-Cummingggg!!!!"
Spurt… spurt… spurt… spurt…!
Kanzou emptied himself deep inside her, grinding against her cervix as the last thick pulses left him. Hot semen flooded her womb and immediately began leaking out around his still-buried cock, trailing down her trembling thighs and dripping onto the table in sticky strands.
Mikoto lay limp beneath him, face still pressed to the wood, body twitching with aftershocks. Her mind was blank, her voice reduced to soft, broken whimpers.
But of course, for Kanzou it was still not the end.
He wanted more.
Without giving her a moment to recover, he pulled out of her with a wet, filthy sound. A thick gush of his cum followed, spilling from her well-used pussy. Mikoto made a weak, incoherent noise, too spent to protest or even lift her head.
Kanzou simply reached under her, hooked his hands around her waist, and lifted her entire body off the table as if she weighed nothing.
"Hnnn…?"
She hung limply in his grip, arms dangling, head lolling forward. Her black funeral kimono hung open and ruined, her marked shoulders and red ass on full display. Cum continued to drip from between her legs in slow, heavy drops.
Kanzou adjusted his hold, keeping her bent over and suspended in the air, her feet nowhere near the floor. Her soft stomach pressed against his forearms. With a single smooth motion, he lined himself back up and drove his still-hard cock into her overflowing pussy once more.
Plakk!
"Aaahhnnn…!"
A weak, broken cry left her throat as he filled her again. Her walls, already sensitive and stuffed full of his previous load, fluttered helplessly around the fresh intrusion.
"Fuck… this is it…" Kanzou sighed in pure satisfaction, adjusting his grip so he could bounce her on his cock with ease.
He began to rock his hips, using her limp body like a toy. The wet, heavy slap of flesh against flesh once again filled the study, louder and filthier than before as his earlier cum was forced out with every thrust, splattering down onto the floor beneath them.
Plakk… plakk… plakk… plakk…
Mikoto could only hang there, completely at his mercy, soft moans spilling from her open mouth with every deep stroke. Her mind remained blank, her body nothing more than a vessel for his continued use.
The sound of their joining, the wet squelch of her cum-filled pussy taking him over and over, and Kanzou's low, pleased grunts kept echoing in the study...
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After a long while, the slapping of flesh and sensual cries died down and were replaced by the soft wet sounds.
Slurrrpp… slrrpp… lick… chu~
Mikoto knelt on the tatami mat between Kanzou's spread legs. Her entire body was flushed and sweaty. Bite marks covered her shoulders, the nape of her neck, and the soft skin of her back. Her asscheeks remained red and faintly welted from the earlier slaps. Dried streaks of cum clung to her cheeks and chin. Between her thighs, a slow trickle of his seed continued to leak from her well-used pussy, dripping onto the mat beneath her, forming a white puddle with a musky smell.
As for her head? It was buried between his legs, tongue and mouth working with careful devotion as she cleaned every inch of his cock. She licked along the shaft, sweeping up the remaining mixture of their fluids, then hollowed her cheeks and sucked firmly, drawing out the last lingering drops.
Only when she was certain that she had licked all the cum clean did she slowly pull back with a wet sound.
Pop…
She swallowed everything she had gathered, her throat moving visibly, then looked up at him. She extended her tongue, clean and empty, as she spoke in a soft, slightly hoarse voice. "Kanzou-sama… it's all clean…"
Kanzou's hand came down to rest on her head, stroking his fingers through her messy hair. "As expected of the woman who is going to be my wife… You know how to take care of me," he praised her.
Mikoto's lips curved into a small, debauched smile. Her eyes still held the haze of being used thoroughly, yet there was clear pride and happiness in them from being praised.
Even if he only praised her for doing a good job cleaning up his cock... she still felt happy.
"It's all as per your teachings, Kanzou-sama," she said humbly.
"Fufu… that's indeed true." Kanzou smiled faintly. After a brief pause, he continued, "By the way… you don't need to keep addressing me as Kanzou-sama. You're no longer just my canary or my maid. You can call me without honorifics."
Mikoto, who had been about to lean in and lick the head of his cock again, froze. She raised her head, eyes wide with shock. "Wi… without honorifics?" she asked.
"You're going to be my wife," he said simply. "So I'm giving you this privilege. Don't you want it?"
"W-Well…" Mikoto's voice faltered. A sense of hesitation and nervousness flickered across her face. The idea felt strange and almost wrong. For so long she had called him only with the proper respect. The habit had already sunk deep into her bones. Suddenly dropping the honorifics was not something she could do lightly.
Kanzou noticed her hesitation and simply shrugged.
"If you're not comfortable, then it's fine." He did not push further. Whether she accepted the privilege or not made little difference to him.
Mikoto fell silent. Her thoughts turned inward.
'Kanzou-sama is giving me this privilege… I can't just turn it down. And… compared to the other women around him… I have to be different.'
There were already several women near him, and she knew there would likely be more in the future. She did not want to be merely one among them. She was going to be his wife. And as his wife, she ought to address him in a way that set her apart and made her closer to him than everyone else.
'But… calling him without any honorifics at all would feel disrespectful…'
They were not equals. Even after being accepted as his future wife, she had submitted to him far more thoroughly than that. Simply using his name alone still felt too bold. She didn't dare to speak to him like that. But she also couldn't deny that she wanted to speak to him more intimately.
It was a conundrum.
After a long internal struggle, her face flushed a deeper red. She lowered her gaze and murmured softly, "…Then… Kan… Kan-sama… would that be alright?"
Kanzou blinked, surprised. "Kan-sama?" he questioned.
He had not expected a nickname.
"Is it not okay?" Mikoto asked quietly, fingers fidgeting against her thighs.
Kanzou studied her for a moment, then chuckled and patted her head again. "…It's fine. Call me 'Kan-sama' from now on. I'll allow it for you."
Relief and joy bloomed across her face. She bowed her head, lips curling into a bright, almost shy smile.
"I will cherish this privilege…"
Mikoto murmured, her lips curling into a soft, almost debased smile. To express her gratitude, she lowered her head once more and pressed a reverent kiss to the tip of his cock.
Chu~
Kanzou watched her with amusement. The sight of Mikoto kneeling between his legs, still marked and thoroughly used, treating his cock with reverence and such devoted care was deeply satisfying.
"Good," he said simply. "Remember that privilege belongs only to you. No one else gets to call me that."
"Hai… Kan-sama," she answered. The new name still felt awkward on her tongue, yet she spoke it with clear determination. She leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to the head of his cock before sitting back on her heels, looking up at him with glassy, satisfied eyes.
For a long moment the study remained quiet except for their breathing. The only other sound was the soft, rhythmic stroke of Mikoto's hand slowly working along Kanzou's length as she met his gaze with shy, lingering affection.
Kanzou eventually lowered his hand, brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. His eyes stayed locked on hers.
"…Kan-sama?" Mikoto asked a little nervously, wondering why he had fallen silent and was simply staring into her eyes.
He kept staring for a while before finally speaking again. His voice remained calm, yet it carried that familiar edge of interest.
"You've awakened your Mangekyō Sharingan… but I haven't seen what your eyes can do." His gaze sharpened. "Show me. Activate your Mangekyō. I want to see the full pattern."
Mikoto blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. Even so, despite how exhausted and thoroughly used she felt, his words immediately pulled her full attention. She straightened slightly on her knees and closed her eyes for a brief second.
When she opened them again, the three tomoe had already spun into the intricate four-petal pattern of her newly awakened Mangekyō Sharingan. A faint crimson glow reflected in the dim light of the study.
Kanzou felt the subtle pressure radiating from those eyes and gave a small nod.
"It's a beautiful pattern…"
"…Thank you, Kan-sama," Mikoto replied softly. She did not know what else to say. That pattern had been born from her grandfather's sacrifice, and the reminder still sat heavy in her chest.
Kanzou paid the emotional weight no mind. After studying the design in silence for several more seconds, he asked,
"One of your Ocular Jutsu is Tsukuyomi, right? What's the other one?"
Susano'o was available to anyone who had fully awakened the Mangekyō in both eyes, so that was not what interested him. What he wanted to know was the unique technique of her second eye.
As for the first, he was already quite certain it was Tsukuyomi. After all, that had been the ocular jutsu he himself had obtained as a system reward the second time he violated her against her will.
Mikoto blinked again, realizing he wanted a full explanation of her abilities. She remained silent for a moment before answering.
"…It's called Kuninotokotachi." She paused, then continued without hesitation. "It allows me to absorb an enemy's ninjutsu and convert it into chakra." Another brief pause. "But it also has a trump card. It can absorb the visual prowess of another Sharingan to restore my own."
If anyone else had asked about the abilities of her Mangekyō Sharingan, she would never have revealed them so freely. But this was Kanzou. He owned everything about her now, and he had agreed to take her as his wife. For Mikoto, who had long since surrendered herself completely, keeping secrets from him was unthinkable. Loyalty and devotion left no room for concealment.
Kanzou's brows rose slightly. "You can absorb not only ninjutsu but also visual prowess? Your ocular technique is incredibly powerful."
The ability to absorb an opponent's ninjutsu rendered such attacks completely ineffective against her, while also allowing her to replenish her own chakra reserves. It was a Rinnegan-tier technique, the kind of power the Ōtsutsuki were known for.
And her trump card was even more absurd.
The ability to absorb the visual prowess of other Sharingan to restore her own eliminated the greatest weakness of the Mangekyō, the slow path toward blindness. That alone was already broken. Yet Kanzou's thoughts immediately went further.
'Wait… if she can absorb visual prowess, doesn't that mean that if she absorbs enough of it, her eyes might evolve?'
The realization left him genuinely stunned for a moment. If his guess was correct, then Mikoto's Mangekyō could potentially evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan without the usual requirement of transplanting a sibling's or close relative's eyes. She had essentially been handed a protagonist's script.
'Since this is the case…' Kanzou immediately stood up.
"Kan-sama?" Mikoto looked up at him, taken aback by the sudden movement.
"Wait here," he said, already walking toward the sliding gate that led to the small yard attached to the study. He slid it open. The chilly night air washed into the room at once, making his completely naked body shiver for a brief moment. He paid it no mind and called out clearly,
"Yumiko."
A moment later, a kunoichi dressed in black and wearing a mask flickered into the study and dropped to one knee before him.
Mikoto froze. She recognized the woman—one of the few who were always present around the mansion, part of the protective detail. She had never known their true identities, but she knew they guarded Kanzou's mansion. The sudden realization of her own state hit her hard. She hurriedly covered her breasts with one arm and pressed her other hand between her legs, face burning with shame at being seen in such a debased condition by anyone other than Kanzou.
The cold air that had entered with the opened gate only made her shiver harder.
Yumiko raised her head, and her eyes inevitably landed on Kanzou's still-exposed cock. It was not the first time she had seen it, and it ignited desire within her. Still, she managed to look past it and ask calmly, "Kanzou-sama… do you have any order for me?"
Kanzou nodded. "Go to Uchiha Ren's residence. Gouge out his eyes and bring them to me."
Since Mikoto's Kuninotokotachi allowed her to absorb the visual prowess of other Sharingan, he intended to let her do exactly that. Given her character, her complete submission, her emotional dependence, and the fact that she had immediately revealed the full details of her Mangekyō abilities without the slightest attempt to hide anything, Kanzou was confident she would not betray him. With that assurance, he saw no reason not to invest in her growth.
The Mangekyō Sharingan and the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan were entirely different in nature. Only the Eternal Mangekyō granted access to the fully developed Susano'o—the true God of Destruction. If Mikoto's eyes had the potential to reach that stage, then cultivating her was the logical choice.
"I understand, Patriarch," Yumiko replied without hesitation.
Though she was still young, as one of the Zodiacs responsible for the protection of his residence, her strength was far from weak. She had been personally trained by Hazuki for a long time and was more than capable of handling the task.
Uchiha Ren, on the other hand, had already been crippled. Despite once possessing Elite Jōnin-level strength, he could no longer use it and was now weaker than even an average Genin.
Abandoned by Fugaku's faction, Uchiha Ren had become nothing more than useless dead weight. No one had any further need for him. Since that was the case, Kanzou saw no reason not to put the man's eyes to better use, specifically, to further strengthen Mikoto.
Sitting on the tatami mat and still trying to cover herself with her arms, Mikoto watched the entire exchange with a hesitant expression. She understood perfectly well why Ren's Sharingan were being retrieved. Her lingering loyalty to the Uchiha Clan and its members made her want to object… yet at the same time, she knew Kanzou was doing this for her sake.
In the end, she could only sigh quietly and accept it.
Kanzou glanced at her and immediately recognized the conflict flickering in her eyes. That was simply who Uchiha Mikoto was, gentle and considerate toward her own people. But he was confident that, with time, he would further mold her character into exactly what he envisioned. Under his guidance, she would eventually become someone who'd only care about him... and him alone.
The fact that she had remained silent and offered no protest was already proof of how far she had come.
After Yumiko left to retrieve Uchiha Ren's eyes, Kanzou left the sliding door open and walked over to one of the shelves in the study. He searched for a moment before finding what he was looking for.
"Here it is…"
He picked up a particular scroll and simply waited.
It did not take long. Yumiko soon returned, carrying a pair of freshly extracted Three Tomoe Sharingan. As for what had happened to Ren during the process, Kanzou did not care. What mattered was that the eyes had been brought back successfully.
"You may go. Take a break or something," he instructed.
"Yes, Patriarch!" Yumiko nodded. Before disappearing, she cast one last, faintly envious glance at Mikoto. The moment she was gone, Kanzou slid the door shut again.
Now alone once more, he first handed the pair of eyes over to Mikoto.
"Fresh Three Tomoe Sharingan. Absorb them."
Mikoto looked down at the eyes resting in her palm and hesitated. "Kan-sama… please don't gouge out our clansmen's eyes for my sake. If word ever got out, it could damage your reputation within the Uchiha," she said worriedly.
She truly meant it for his sake. Even though Uchiha Ren had been an enemy, many within the clan would still feel deeply uneasy upon learning that such an act had been committed.
As a clan whose power rested upon a dōjutsu-based Kekkei Genkai, the Uchiha held their eyes in the highest regard. They did not go as far as the Hyūga with their Caged Bird Seal, yet they still treated their Sharingan with the utmost reverence. If an outsider dared to transplant a Sharingan, the Uchiha would never simply let the matter slide.
In the canon, Kakashi had only been allowed to keep the eye gifted to him because of a rare combination of circumstances: his own strength and reputation, the fact that his teacher was the Yondaime Hokage, the lingering respect for his father Sakumo Hatake, and the fact that the Third Great Shinobi War had only just ended. Fugaku's passive nature and reluctance to start conflict had also played a role. Most importantly, the eye had been willingly given by Uchiha Obito himself. Under those conditions, the clan had ultimately chosen not to pursue the matter.
But if it had been anyone else, the Uchiha would have fought tooth and nail to reclaim the Sharingan.
"Do you think I care about any of that?" Kanzou said coldly. "In this world, strength is all that matters. If you're strong enough, you can do whatever you want."
As long as he remained powerful, his position as clan head would be as immovable as a mountain.
"Now hurry up and absorb it. Don't waste my time."
Hearing the sharp edge in his voice, Mikoto quickly nodded, "I… I understand, Kan-sama…"
She was very afraid of displeasing him and quickly used her Ocular Jutsu Kuninotokotachi.
Under the power of her Ocular Jutsu, the pair of Three Tomoe Sharingan in her hands slowly lost their color, turning a dull, lifeless grey as their visual prowess was drained away.
"How does it feel?" Kanzou asked.
Mikoto blinked several times, adjusting to the sensation.
"My visual prowess… the portion I lost from using Tsukuyomi and Susano'o… it seems to have recovered."
"Really? That's great." He nodded in satisfaction, then unfolded the scroll he had been holding. The moment the seal was released, several more pairs of Sharingan appeared on the square table. Among them were the eyes of Uchiha Shinkurou, Uchiha Haruto, the two assassinated elders, and a few others.
Mikoto stared at the collection in shock.
"These… these many Sharingan?"
The sheer number made it clear that gouging out Uchiha Ren's eyes had not been the first time. Kanzou was already accustomed to this practice.
"Hurry up. Absorb these as well," he ordered, offering no explanation.
Of course he had collected them. Three-Tomoe Sharingans were incredibly valuable. Allowing them to be buried with the dead was pure waste. He had been putting such eyes to use for years.
Ordered so directly, Mikoto could only obey. Even if conflict still stirred quietly in her chest, she did not dare oppose him. One by one she activated Kuninotokotachi again, draining the visual prowess from each pair until the last eye turned grey.
"What about now?" Kanzou asked.
"My visual prowess… it seems to have increased," she answered, carefully adjusting to the heightened sensation.
"That's good." He nodded, satisfied. 'If her visual prowess continues to improve, her eyes should eventually evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan,' he thought.
His optimism was short-lived.
"…But…" Mikoto hesitated, yet still spoke the truth. "This is probably only temporary…"
"Only temporary…?" Kanzou's expression flattened slightly.
She nodded. "I think so." She herself was not entirely certain; she had only just awakened the technique.
Kanzou fell silent for a moment. A temporary increase was not particularly surprising. The evolution from Mangekyō to Eternal Mangekyō had never been a simple matter.
Still—
"No problem. Whether your eyes will truly evolve further or not is something we can figure out later," he said.
There would be more Sharingan in the future for her to absorb. Not only ordinary ones, but Mangekyō as well. He did not believe her eyes would fail to evolve even after absorbing that level of visual prowess.
Mikoto opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Kanzou had already made the decision. All she needed to do was obey.
"Putting that aside… let's get back to what we were doing."
His fingers slid into her raven-black hair and pushed her head down toward his crotch.
Mikoto obeyed without resistance. She parted her lips wide and took his cock into her mouth once more, beginning another slow, devoted blowjob.
Slrrpp... slurp... gluckk... gluckk... lick~
Kanzou exhaled contentedly as her tongue and lips worked along his length. His hand gently stroked her hair while she bobbed her head.
"Ahh… this is the life."
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