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Patriarch's Mansion, Uchiha Compound
Inside the bedroom, Kanzou lay on the bed with Mikoto, now his wife, nestled in his arms, dressed in nothing but her wedding lingerie.
His hand idly caressed her long black hair and her smooth back as he spoke in a cold, detached tone, "Not a single major clan or Konoha shinobi showed up to our wedding."
"It's because you've offended too many people, Kan-sama," Mikoto said softly, lifting her head to look at him.
Had he not openly clashed with Konoha's leading clans, they would have at least shown some form of courtesy and made an appearance.
"Doesn't matter," Kanzou muttered. "They made me unhappy today… so I won't make things easy for them in the future."
Some clans had quietly sent wedding gifts, and for that, he'd show a bit of leniency. But the ones who ignored him completely—those who pretended he didn't exist—they would regret that decision soon enough.
'I can't help but feel that Kan-sama picks fights on purpose,' Mikoto thought.
And she wasn't wrong—he was doing it deliberately. His current short-term goal was clear: to obtain the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, a feat that required one million evil points.
So far, Kanzou had gathered only a quarter of the required amount. If he didn't stir up trouble, how else was he supposed to reach his goal?
Besides, the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan was merely the beginning. His true ambitions reached far beyond—to the Rinnegan, and eventually, the legendary Nine Tomoe Rinne Sharingan.
That goal was still distant for now.
First, he needed to focus on obtaining the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. At the very least, it would eliminate the looming threat of blindness.
"But let's put that aside for now…" Kanzou said, a lustful grin tugging at his lips. "It is our wedding night, after all. Let's enjoy it to the fullest."
He had already taken Mikoto's virginity long before this day, and truthfully, every night with her felt like a wedding night, but that didn't matter. He still intended to savor this one completely.
Mikoto's cheeks turned bright red at his words. Lowering her gaze shyly, she stammered, "Th-that… Kan-sama… I—I've prepared a special gift for you…"
"A special gift…? What is it?" Kanzou asked, curiosity flickering across his face.
Mikoto's ears flushed a deep scarlet as she shyly took his hand and guided it down towards her arse. Stammering, she whispered, "Th-this…"
"Huh? This is—!" Kanzou's eyes lit up the moment his fingers brushed against the lace of her white panties. Through the delicate fabric, he could feel a small, heart-shaped outline nestled right at the crease between her butt cheeks.
He didn't need to think twice to understand what this 'gift' was.
What Mikoto had prepared for him… was her untouched anal virginity.
"I… I read about it in an erotica I secretly bought not long ago," she confessed, her face burning red. "A-and since tonight is our wedding night, during which I was supposed to offer you my virginity… but… since you already claimed that, I… I wondered if this would be a good replacement…"
Her voice grew softer with each word, as if the shame was pressing down on her, yet her resolve remained as she revealed her most intimate gift.
"Mikoto…" Kanzou murmured, his tone low and unreadable.
Hearing her name, she lifted her head, eyes shimmering with nervous hope that he would accept the gift she had prepared for him.
Instead of scolding her, Kanzou simply grinned, a teasing glint flickering in his eyes. "You perverted woman…"
Mikoto's face flushed crimson. Her gaze dropped, mortified, as she whispered in a trembling voice, "If… if it's not to your liking… th-then I—"
Before she could finish, Kanzou cut her off, his smirk deepening. "Not to my liking? How could it not be? My wife, secretly a pervert, offering me her untouched anal virginity on our wedding night? I'd have to be mad not to like it."
"R-really? You… you like it?" Mikoto asked, her eyes flickering up at him, hope blooming through her embarrassment.
"Fufu… of course, I like it," he murmured, lips curling into a wicked grin. Leaning close, his breath ghosted against her ear as he whispered in a low, husky tone, "Come now… let me properly enjoy the gift you've prepared for me."
Eager to claim her in the most forbidden way, Kanzou pulled her closer onto his lap.
"Hai, Kan-sama…" Mikoto breathed, her voice quivering with a blend of shyness and yearning. She straddled him gently, leaning into his touch, her body tense yet willing.
Then, with a soft exhale, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself completely to him.
Chu~ Chu~
Soon, wet sounds filled the bedroom as their lips collided, fierce and hungry.
Kanzou kissed her hard like always, rough and claiming like he owned her, his tongue forcing its way past her lips and tangling with hers.
Mikoto's body arched against his, heat sparking through her veins. Drool ran down her chin, tracing her throat before dripping onto her chest, soaking the lace that clung to her breasts and turning the fabric almost transparent as her pink areolas became visible.
Their breaths mixed, hot and uneven. Saliva slicked their mouths as his tongue stroked and twisted against hers, deep and demanding. Each pull ended with a wet pop as he bit her lower lip, dragging it between his teeth before letting it go.
"Danna-sama…" she whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Her tongue hesitated for a moment before shyly pressing back against his, soon twisting and tangling with hungry, desperate swirls. Their saliva mingled, slick, hot, and messy, smearing across his jaw as the kiss deepened into something rough and ravenous.
"Grrr…" Kanzou growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through her chest. His hand fisted in her hair, forcing her head back as he trailed down, his tongue sliding along her chin, neck, and collarbone, lapping up the drool that had spilled from her lips. Then, with a dark, feral hunger, he returned to her mouth, crushing his lips against hers and kissing her deeper, harder, claiming every breath she had left.
Their teeth clicked. Her breath hitched. Kanzou devoured her mouth until her lips turned swollen and raw beneath his bites.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, thin strings of saliva clung between their mouths, glistening in the dim light.
"Haaah… haaah…" Their chests rose and fell in unison, desperate for air as their eyes locked, her black, pupil-less gaze meeting his dark, abyssal stare that seemed ready to swallow her whole.
"Kan-sama…" she breathed, biting her lip in trembling desire to be swallowed.
"Fufu… someone's really needy tonight… I wonder why…?" Kanzou chuckled, reading her desire.
"I just—" Mikoto began, but her voice faltered. Her eyes turned misty as emotion welled up within her.
Her life hadn't unfolded the way she once imagined. She had been coerced into giving her body to him. Her engagement with Fugaku had crumbled, leaving her feeling betrayed and discarded. Out of spite and to prove her usefulness to him, she had even taken part in her Fugaku's downfall and exile, all while telling herself things would get better after that, that once she proved her usefulness to Kanzou, and settled with him, everything would finally make sense.
But then her grandfather, her only remaining family, the one she truly loved and cherished, had died, sacrificing himself so she could gain the strength to protect herself.
She received the strength he wanted for her, yes… but his death left a hollow ache in her heart, an emptiness that time could never fill. Ever since the day she was first forced into submission, misfortune had followed her step by step. But now, at last, something good had finally happened. She was married.
True, the man she had married was the very one responsible for much of her suffering. Yet, somehow, he had become her only anchor. By taking her as his wife, he had given her something she thought she'd lost forever: hope. Hope that her life could still change, that things might finally turn for the better.
A mix of pain, relief, and fragile longing swelled inside her, tightening her chest until she could barely breathe.
"I just want to… love you, Kan-sama … and I… wish to be… loved by you," she whispered at last as tears fell down her cheeks. It was the only truth she could hold onto now. Nothing else mattered, not the past, not the mistakes, not what she had lost. Only the man before her did.
He might once have been her abuser, but now, as her husband by her own choice, he was the only one she wanted to love, and to be loved by in return. She no longer cared about what he had been. She only wanted him as her husband, the man she would love without end, and who she hoped would one day love her back the same way.
"To love me… and be loved by me?" Kanzou murmured, his voice low, uncertain. The words lingered in the air, stirring something deep within him, something he couldn't quite name.
For a brief moment, he found himself at a loss for how to respond.
To love a woman… he wasn't even sure if he was capable of that.
Especially her, the one he had broken, the one he had used and bent to his will.
In truth, love wasn't even the question. At this point, he didn't see her as anything more than his Black Swan, a symbol of beauty, loyalty, strength, and possession rather than a partner.
Yes, they were married, and she was his wife. But in his eyes… it still didn't feel that way.
So when he thought about loving her, he couldn't find an answer.
Mikoto's eyes softened as she noticed his hesitation. "Then I'll wait," she said gently. "I'll wait for the day when you can tell me… that you love me, Kan-sama."
She smiled faintly, the sadness in her expression hidden behind resolve. "But until then—"
"Let's not talk about that anymore," Kanzou said, cutting her off and sidestepping the subject entirely.
And without giving her a chance to utter a word, he pulled her into his arms again, his lips crashing against hers, harder, wetter, hungrier than before.
Mikoto didn't protest. Instead, she responded eagerly, needily, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. She wanted to please him, to show through her actions what her words could never fully express.
As their kiss deepened, Mikoto's hands, once looped tightly around Kanzou's neck, began to wander. Her nails grazed his shoulders before tugging at the straps of his vest. She slid the straps aside as if she were tugging down the straps of a bra, and it worked just as she intended; the fabric slipped down around his waist, baring the sculpted lines of his chest and abdomen that made her feel hot.
Just as men like beautiful women, women, too, are drawn to attractive men…
And Uchiha Kanzou… he wasn't just handsome. He was undeniably one of the most striking men in all of Konoha, perhaps the most, with his bad-boy, gangster like temperament that made young women like her fantasize about him.
So when Mikoto felt wet at the sight of him, she didn't even try to feel guilty. After all, he was her husband; it was only natural.
And with trembling fingers, she traced over the hard planes of his torso and back, scratching lightly as their bare skin pressed together, sharing warmth and desire in every touch.
Kanzou's hands didn't stay idle either.
They slid down her waist to cup her ass, still red and welted from the spanking he'd given her two days earlier.
When he squeezed, she gasped, the sting mixing deliciously with pleasure.
Her flinches, her soft, painful hisses, they didn't matter to him in the slightest. If anything, they thrilled him. He wanted to hear more of those helpless little gasps, so he broke the feverish kiss for her to hiss and cry out as his fingers dug deeper into her soft flesh, kneading with rough, possessive intent.
And just like he wanted to hear, each squeeze made her feel both pain and pleasure, drawing more breathless, broken whimpering from her trembling lips, "Mmmfff… aahhnn… i-it b-burnsss~…"
"Really now?" he murmured with a wicked grin, his hands tightening their grip as he kneaded her flesh with more fervor just so that it stings more. Each rough squeeze made her tremble and arch in his arms, her breath hitching in shaky, desperate gasps, but he didn't relent and kept pushing her.
Even if it stung, Mikoto didn't complain or beg him to stop; she simply gasped and moaned, accepting this as his method of pleasuring her, and, in fact, felt quite excited from her as her body trembled and flinched under his cruel touch.
When the heat of embarrassment from enjoying that pain became too much, she buried her flushed face against his chest, pressing herself closer and letting him do as he pleased with her.
But she wanted to please him too… and then her gaze drifted to his chest, to his nipple.
At once, she knew what to do. She'd read about it in the same erotica that had inspired her to offer him her anal virginity tonight; the book had said that men's nipples were just as sensitive as women's.
'Kan-sama would surely enjoy it if I licked his nipples…' she thought, almost certain.
After all, she always loses herself whenever he licked or bit her nipples; surely, he'd feel the same, right?
With that thought, she let out her tongue and flicked it across his nipple that was only an inch away.
The instant her tongue brushed his nipple, Kanzou's hands froze mid-motion, then, as if reacting on instinct, he gave her buttocks a hard, possessive squeeze, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, which made her hiss in pain…
"Mikoto…" he growled her name, eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. The intensity in his gaze alone made her tremble.
In that instant, she realized she might have overstepped. After all, letting someone tease or lick their nipples… wasn't that a kind of loss of control?
She knew better than anyone how dominant and controlling Kanzou was, and worried that he would find her action unacceptable.
Fear flickered through her as she imagined his anger. Her voice wavered, and she quickly tried to explain, "I… I was just trying to please you… I only wanted to make you feel good, Kan-sama…"
"Is that so?" Kanzou asked, his tone unreadable.
She nodded quickly. "Y-yes… I swear…"
A low chuckle escaped him. "Fufu… very good," he said at last, a grin tugging at his lips. "You did succeed in that… so keep doing it."
"Wh–what?" Mikoto stammered, taken aback for a moment.
"I said… keep doing it," Kanzou repeated, his voice low and commanding. "Don't make me say it again."
Traditionally, allowing such a thing might be seen as a loss of control. But for Kanzou, it wasn't. He was confident in his power, utterly certain of who held dominance here. This wasn't a surrender. It was permission, and permission itself was another form of control.
And he had to admit… that brief touch, that short lick, it sent an unexpected shiver through him.
"H-hai…" she nodded instinctively, then hesitantly stuck out her tongue again, giving his nipple another tentative lick while looking at his face, trying to gauge his reaction.
But even as she licked him, his expression remained unchanged, calm, unreadable.
Of course, that didn't mean there was no response. There was, she felt it in the sudden, subtle twitch beneath her butt. It was his cock in his boxers. Even though the movement was small, she felt it distinctly.
Kanzou's face and voice betrayed nothing, but that single twitch told her everything she needed to know: he liked it.
'Kan-sama likes it…!' The thought sent a thrill coiling low in her belly, replacing her shyness with newfound confidence.
With a warm, shaky breath against his skin, Mikoto's tongue darted out again, this time with intent as she traced a slow, wet circle around the flat disc of his nipple.
The texture felt slightly rough beneath her tongue, pebbled from the cool air and the thin sheen of sweat between them.
"It tastes salty…" she murmured softly between breaths.
Of course, it was salty, after all, she was tasting the faint tang of sweat that lingered on his skin, but she didn't dislike it. In fact, she savored it, moving her tongue delicately at first, lapping like a kitten tasting cream, then flattened and dragged upward in a slow, slick stroke that ended with a playful flick against the stiffening tip.
Slurp~ Chu~
"Mmm… that's my good wife," Kanzou murmured, his chest rising sharply as the muscle beneath her mouth tensed.
But he didn't move away; if anything, his hand grew bolder, resuming its kneading of her ass with firmer, more deliberate pressure. His fingers spread wide, and he pressed her closer onto his lap until the thick, rigid bulge beneath his boxers pressed insistently against her damp camel toe. The heat of it pulsed through the two layers of fabric, and she could feel every twitch of his cock more vividly than ever.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, but his praise made warmth flood between her thighs, her folds instinctively trying to clench around his bulge as she redoubled her efforts.
"Foooo…" She suckled lightly now, drawing his nipple between her lips with a soft, wet pop, while her tongue swirling in tight, deliberate circles, alternating between tender laps and firmer sucks that hollowed her cheeks and made his breath hitch.
Saliva glistened on his skin where her tongue had traced, a glistening trail that caught the light from the lamp as she followed it with languid precision, dipping into the faint ridges of his pecs before returning to lavish the sensitive peak once more.
She felt it stiffen and darken beneath her devoted attention.
"Kan-sama… y-your nipple's hardened," she murmured against his chest, her voice soft and breathy, yet tinged with amusement.
It was a rare moment, one of the few times she'd ever felt this kind of playful confidence or tease him. Usually, it was him who toyed with her, leaving her breathless and begging.
But today… licking his nipple, and seeing it react to her licks, she felt a flicker of control.
Even if it was a control he'd allowed her to have, the sensation thrilled her; it made her crave more.
Driven by that intoxicating rush, she shifted to his other nipple, lavishing it with the same teasing intent. Her tongue traced broad, wet strokes that turned into playful flicks, each one sending sparks of heat racing through both their bodies until her own nipples throbbed with excitement, rubbing raw against the damp lace of her bra with every subtle movement.
Her free hand rose to join in, fingers splaying across his chest as she pinched and rolled the first nipple she'd already slickened. The dual assault earned her a low, guttural hum from his throat. "Yeah… that's… haaah… better…"
He didn't stop her or scold her, but his grip on her arse tightened in silent warning before a sharp slap cracked against one welted cheek—Cha!
"Mmmmmmhhh~" she whimpered as the sting burned into her flesh, forcing a gasp that quickly dissolved into a needy moan.
The pain reminded her of where her limits lay; she wasn't meant to tease him for her own amusement. Such actions warranted punishment…
'Punishment!' The very thought made her shiver as memories from two nights ago flashed through her mind, the pain, the tears, the overwhelming helplessness.
'I… I don't want that…' She didn't want to feel that again.
In a desperate attempt to apologize for crossing the line, she began grinding against him, her soaked panties sliding over the thick bulge beneath his boxers in a slick, pleading rhythm, hoping he'd let her little act pass just this once.
Her tongue, of course, never left his nipples. It continued its work, licking and circling them with renewed focus, not for her own amusement this time, but to please him.
"Hnn… keep going," he ordered roughly, punctuating his command with another sharp slap to her arse—Cha!
"Nnh… ahhnn~" She whimpered but didn't protest against the pain; rather continued to grind and lick.
Two sharp slaps to her buttocks that was all it took to put Mikoto back in her place.
"And you wanted to tease me?" Kanzou snorted in amusement, a faint grin tugging at his lips as he decided to change the rhythm from his end.
His hands cupped her arse once more, but this time he didn't knead the welted flesh. Instead, his fingers slipped beneath the lace, gliding towards the crack between her butt cheeks until they brushed against the small, heart-shaped cap of the anal plug nestled snugly there.
"Found it…" he murmured lazily against her ear.
Mikoto's body tensed at once, a shiver racing down her spine as nervousness and anticipation coiled tight in her stomach for what was to come.
Kanzou's fingers traced the edge of the heart-shaped cap, teasing her sensitive skin in contact with it before gripping it firmly and giving it a slow twist.
"Nnh~" A soft, involuntary whine escaped her lips as the subtle rotation tugged at her tight ring, sending a spark of strange pressure radiating inward, part sting, part stretch, that made her inner walls flutter helplessly in response.
With firmer pressure, he twisted again, the motion deliberate and unhurried, grinding the flared edge of the plug against her rim. The sensation ripped a gasp from her throat as her back arched instinctively against his chest, fresh heat blooming low in her belly.
"Haaah… Kan-sama… m-my butt… it's tingling…" she breathed, her voice trembling as she released his nipple from between her lips.
Kanzou didn't bother to answer with words, only a low, approving hum that rumbled through his chest and into her body. His free hand slid back to her hip, guiding her movements into faster, shorter, more insistent grinds that dragged her slick camel toe over the rigid length of his cock. The friction turned her panties into a drenched, clinging mess that outlined every contour of her folds, while his lips trailed along her neck, nape, and collarbone, pressing kisses, tracing licks, and leaving teasing nips in his wake.
Shff… shff…
The triple assault built mercilessly: the twisting plug awakening nerves she never knew existed, pulsing deep within her; the grind of his bulge teasing her throbbing clit with every stroke; and the hot scrape of his mouth marking her skin.
The combination was unbearable, too much, too good.
"Nhhhgg… hhhaannn~" Muffled moans spilled from her lips despite her efforts to hold them back, as pleasure flooded her senses in dizzying waves.
It hit so hard she felt she was about to tip over the edge and orgasm right there and then.
"K-Kan-sama… I… I'm about to… c-cum…" she gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate sob as her hips faltered, thighs clamping tight around his waist.
"Oh yeah? Then cum already," Kanzou said simply, giving his permission without hesitation.
The moment the words left his mouth, her control shattered, and a cry from her throat as her climax hit like a crashing wave, "Haaah… nngh~! Aaahnnnnnn~!"
Her body convulsed in his lap, inner walls spasming wildly around nothing as hot gushes burst through the lace, soaking his boxers in erratic spurts.
splurt~ splurt~
The intensity left her trembling and boneless, tears of bliss streaking down her flushed cheeks as she slumped against his chest, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. "Haah… haaah…"
Before she could even catch her breath, a sharp smack landed on her arse—Cha!
Kanzou's voice followed, cool and commanding. "Come on, Mikoto… it's no time to rest. We've only just begun. Look at this mess you've made, squirting your juices all over me. Get up, quickly… and clean me up."
She barely had a moment to react before Kanzou's strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her off his lap, making her yelp, "Kyaaa~!" But he didn't pause. He shifted his position against the headboard, reclining diagonally with the support of several pillows, his head resting comfortably while most of his body lay flat.
Then, he positioned her so her face hovered over his crotch and her ass faced him.
It wasn't exactly a full sixty-nine, but close enough.
The difference in their height left her ass a bit out of reach of his face, yet perfectly positioned for him to admire the view, which was exactly how he wanted it.
After all, it's not like he had any intention of eating her out, did he? In his own opinion, Mikoto wasn't yet worthy of being eaten out by him. So, this arrangement suited him just fine.
"Come on… put that mouth of yours to work," he ordered, delivering another sharp slap to her butt cheeks before pressing the sole of his foot against her head, forcing her face down toward the thick bulge straining against his boxers, slick and glistening with her juices.
"H-hai…" Mikoto stammered, her breath hitching as the damp fabric brushed her lips, smearing her own slickness across her face. Her half-lidded eyes glimmered with lingering desire as she parted her lips and bit down softly on the bulge beneath the soaked cloth, as the familiar tang of her own juices filled her mouth, causing a muffled whimper to slip out before she could stop it.
Meanwhile, Kanzou focused on her butt.
"Fufu~… let's see what that cute little butt hole of yours looks like with a butt plug inside it," he murmured in amusement as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties before slowly tugging them down, inch by inch, baring her trembling curves to the air.
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Drop power Powerstonessssssssss!
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