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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, rape, coercion, physical and psychological abuse, and non-consensual sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"This is your place?" Kanzou looked around and frowned. "Not every woman can be like Mikoto, I suppose."
Though the house wasn't dirty, it was cluttered and disorganized, something that sort of irritated Kanzou, who had recently gotten used to extreme tidiness with Mikoto taking charge of his mansion.
From the look of the place, it was obvious that Kushina wasn't someone who fussed over housekeeping as Mikoto was. In a sense, Mikoto might even have a bit of OCD… but… whatever…
"If you don't like it, you can leave," Kushina snapped, barely containing her irritation. She was desperate for this bastard to get out.
"You want me to leave?" Kanzou chuckled. "Are you sure you won't regret it if I walk out right now?"
A threat. Another damn threat.
"Oh, right, I just remembered something, you agreed last time that if you came to beg me, you'd call me Daddy again. I'm waiting," Kanzou said with a smug grin, recalling her words from before.
"Never happening. Don't push your luck," Kushina snapped, her hand twitching as if she were about to drive a kunai clean through his smug face.
Kanzou said nothing in response. He simply turned around and walked to the door.
"Wait!" Seeing him leave, Kushina panicked.
She knew that if he walked out now, he'd absolutely pin some fabricated charge on Minato and ruin his reputation.
'I'm doing this for Minato-kun,' she thought through gritted teeth, hatred blazing in her eyes. Every part of her resisted, but she forced the words out with clenched fists: "…Dad… Daddy."
Kanzou paused and glanced back. "Daddy, what?" he asked.
His tone made it clear he wasn't satisfied. Kushina felt a murderous urge, but she lacked the strength to act. Her hands trembled as she squeezed them tighter and forced the plea again, "Daddy… please don't go…"
Kanzou smirked in satisfaction. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear, Kushina-chan."
As expected, the feeling of control—the power to manipulate others—was intoxicating. No wonder the Villain System had chosen him; he had never been a good man to begin with.
"Well then, it's time for you to get down to business with Daddy," Kanzou said, turning toward her. His approach made panic flash across Kushina's face.
Even though what had happened between them before had already taken place, her memories of that night were hazy—blurred by confusion and shock. But now, faced with the stark reality of what was about to happen again, her panic surged. "W-wait…" she stammered.
"Wait? Why wait? Wouldn't you rather get this over with quickly?" he said, showing no concern for whether Kushina was ready. Ignoring her attempts to resist, he swept her off her feet and carried her straight toward the bedroom.
She struggled against him, landing a few punches on his back. "Wait… you bastard!" she cried out.
But Kanzou didn't slow down. In fact, for every punch she gave him, he responded with a firm smack on her bubbly butt, murmuring with a grin, "Call me Daddy…"
Mercy had never been a part of his nature.
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Compared to the rest of the house, Kushina's bedroom was noticeably cleaner and better organized.
A single bed sat in one corner beside a curtained window, with a small bookshelf filled with books and scrolls positioned behind the headboard.
The bed itself was piled with over a dozen pillows and cushions, some with cute, expressive faces that reminded Kanzou of emojis, while others were shaped like snacks such as rice cakes or cookies.
On the opposite side stood a small dresser topped with a night lamp and a photo frame, inside it, the picture of an elderly woman with a diamond-shaped mark on her forehead.
Beside the dresser sat a neatly placed aloe vera plant with long leaves.
A few posters adorned the walls, one bearing the spiral symbol of the Uzumaki Clan.
A full-length mirror stood near the cupboards, completing the layout.
The air carried a faint, lingering aroma of ramen spices from the kitchen, mingled with the soft, floral hint of aloe vera, together forming a space that perfectly reflected the warmth and liveliness of the personal space belonging to a teenage girl.
"Fufu~ your bedroom's rather cute, Kushina-chan," Kanzou chuckled, glancing around the room.
"I don't need your opinion," Kushina snapped from over his shoulder, anger lacing her voice. "Now let go of me!"
"Fufu…" Kanzou only laughed softly. Turning around, he shut the bedroom door with a quiet thud.
In that instant, the room that had once been her sanctuary—the one place she'd always felt safe—no longer felt that way. It wasn't just the wooden door closing; it was the last barrier falling between her and escape.
No more running. No more pretending this nightmare hadn't already begun.
Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, each beat screaming at her to fight, to flee—but how? Where could she go?
Everything she cared about dangled just out of reach—especially Minato, held captive by the very man now turning the lock with deliberate slowness, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement.
She still struggled, gasping, "Let… go… of… me!"
"As you wish," Kanzou replied coolly. With a swift motion, he tossed her onto the bed.
Thud!
She landed with a muffled thud, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs as she bounced once on the mattress and crashed on the pillows before she tried to scramble upright in a tangle of limbs and anger, but he was already on her, knees framing her hips, one hand pressed to the mattress beside her head, trapping her in place.
"Kushina-chan," he murmured in a low voice, exhaling hot breath against her lips as his gaze lingered on her beautiful yet panicked face. He brushed a few strands of red hair behind her ears, wanting an unobstructed view of those furious eyes. Then, with a faint, taunting smile, he said, "It's time for you to do what you agreed to."
"Let… let go of me, you bastard," she hissed, her voice taut with fury, and a tremor she despised herself for. Her hands flew to his chest, pushing hard, nails digging into his skin as she twisted, trying to break free.
'This isn't happening. Not again. Not here. Not in my own home. Not in my bedroom.'
"Need I remind you, Kushina-chan, that Namikaze Minato is still imprisoned?" Kanzou said smoothly. "You wouldn't want to see Minato-kun lose his mini toe for the crimes he's accused of… would you?"
The words hit her like a jolt. Her entire body went rigid beneath his weight, the nails that had been clawing at his chest beginning to tremble.
In that instant, all the strength drained from her limbs.
'I… It's for Minato-kun…' The thought burned through her mind as her resistance faltered.
In that moment, Kanzou's eyes gleamed as he leaned in, his lips finding hers, soft and teasing at first, then deepening into something firmer, more deliberate.
Chu~
A shiver ran down her spine despite the revulsion twisting in her chest, "I hate you… I hate this!" she gasped between breaths.
"Heh… is that so?" Kanzou chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. "Go on then, hate me all you want. It's not like I love you or anything either." His grin widened as he added, "But to say you hate this… well, maybe I can change your mind about that."
His experience with women was a weapon in itself, years spent mastering the art of control, reading every flinch, every intake of breath, and turning resistance into trembling surrender. He didn't force compliance; he drew it out, coaxing with deliberate precision… and that was exactly what he intended to do here as his lips trailed lightly from her mouth to her jaw and smooth chin, nipping and sucking once before capturing her earlobe between his teeth.
"Ahhn~" A soft, involuntary breath slipped from her lips as he sucked and bit, his tongue flicking out to trace the delicate curve of her ear.
"See that?" he murmured, pausing to meet her gaze with a low chuckle. "You can hate me all you like, Kushina-chan… but your body, fufu~ it's always going to be honest." His tone dripped with mockery as he teased her for that soft, helpless breath she'd just let slip.
Kushina didn't respond. She silently turned her head away, staring at the curtains instead, her fists clenched tight at her sides as frustration simmered inside her. At the same time, she cursed herself silently for reacting like that, just from a kiss and the teasing flick of his tongue against her ear.
"Silent, are we?" he murmured, raising an eyebrow. "I wonder, though… is the rest of your body just as quiet?" His hand slid lower from her stomach, pressing gently against the warmth blooming there despite her will.
"Yup… not your body, it's not so silent," he chuckled, giving her stomach a light pat.
"Sh-shut up…" she snapped, her face flushing crimson with shame.
"If you want me to shut up, you'll have to make me," Kanzou mocked, his tone dripping with amusement. "But we both know you're not capable of that." His other hand slid up to cup her cheek, guiding her face back toward his. "So… why don't you just do what I want instead? Maybe then I'll shut up… or maybe I won't."
Before she could respond, he leaned in and captured her lips in a proper, claiming kiss.
Their mouths met in a clash, hers a trying to pose a tight line of defiance, but his firm and unrelenting, trying to pry their way in.
She wanted to twist away, to turn her head and shove him off, her mind screaming over and over, 'N-no… stop! Get off me!'
But she couldn't bring herself to resist, whether from fear or because his earlier warning had already broken her will. Under his relentless persistence, the slow drag of his tongue along the seam of her lips drew a frustrated, surrendering gasp as they parted for him.
Even that brief opening was enough for him to slip his tongue inside, tasting her—where last night's sake-sweet surrender had turned into the sharp bitterness of anger, defiance, and the faint salt of tears seeping from her tightly shut eyes.
Chu… chu~
Wet, muffled sounds filled the quiet room as he deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing hers into a reluctant, swirling dance that stole her breath in short, trembling huffs. "Haah… haah…"
Kushina's mind kept screaming, 'Stop, I don't want this, stop, you monster!'
But no words escaped her lips… and her body, still tender and treacherously sensitive, began to yield beneath his practiced touch.
The tilt of his head, the glide of his thumb along her jaw, the heat of his body pressing into hers, it all chipped away at her defenses, softening the sharp edges of her fury into something warmer, unwanted, and dangerously familiar.
Another faint mm~ slipped from her throat before she could stop it, and she despised it, despised how her fingers loosened their grip on his arm, how her back arched ever so slightly toward him, betraying her will.
"Nnn… no…" she gasped, breaking the kiss as her lips parted, swollen and glistening. Her cheeks burned, not only with anger but with the humiliating warmth of betrayed sensation.
'This is a nightmare… just a nightmare… I'll wake up soon, and it'll all be over…' she kept repeating in her mind, even as the kiss grew hungrier, Kanzou's tongue delving deeper with practiced ease while his free hand roamed without restraint. It traced the line of her collarbone, lingered over the quick flutter of her pulse, then drifted lower, palm cupping the soft, conical swell of her breast through the fabric of her blouse.
Every touch ignited a heat she loathed. Each brush of his hand made her squirm, and no matter how many times she told herself it was just a nightmare, her body kept betraying her, learning, with dreadful certainty, that this was no dream at all.
Yet she still clung to denial, whispering in her mind, 'N-no… this is just a nightmare… it has to be…'
As if reading her thoughts, Kanzou murmured to her in amusement, "Fufu~ Kushina-chan… it doesn't matter what lies you tell yourself to deny reality. Your body already knows what's real and what's not."
Then, as though to prove his words, his hand drifted lower, molding to the curve of her breast. His thumb began tracing slow, deliberate circles over the stiffening peak beneath the fabric, each motion sending a sharp, unwanted jolt straight to her core.
"Ah—don't!" she gasped against his mouth, pushing at his shoulder, her body arching away even as a treacherous pulse deep inside betrayed her defiance.
His hand didn't stop, gliding down her side to grip her hip, holding her still before slipping beneath her shirt. Rough fingertips brushed the soft skin of her stomach, sending tremors through her. She hated the heat coiling low within her, hated how her breath caught when his palm spread against her ribs, slowly tracing upward to tease the underside of her breast
'This isn't me... I don't want this...'
But the slow, deliberate friction made her thighs tense and press together, a soft breath slipping past her lips as she turned her head away, breaking the kiss again. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. hot, angry, humiliated. "Stop… touching me like that… I hate this…"
Kanzou drew back just enough to meet her gaze, his abyssal dark eyes locking onto hers, violet and burning with fear, fury, and resistance. Amusement and hunger flickered in his dark stare as his lips hovered inches from hers.
"Hate this, do you? Then why's your heart racing so fast, Kushina-chan?" he teased, his voice low and mocking. "Your heartbeat says something very different… almost like you're excited."
His hand tightened around her breast, just rough enough to draw another unwilling moan from her lips, "Mmn~"
Immediately, he chuckled softly, amusement glinting in his eyes. "I knew it… Look at you, moaning like that. You keep saying you don't like this, but deep down, you do, just like you did last night." Then his voice dropped to a low, teasing murmur as he added, "You're just too embarrassed to admit it. That's fine… we can play it that way if you like."
"N-no… I don't like this…!" Kushina stammered, her voice trembling.
"It's alright," Kanzou replied with a bright, mocking smile. "If you're too shy to admit it, that's fine, Daddy won't force you."
He completely ignored the fear in her eyes as he shifted his weight, his gaze raking slowly down her body as if she were something to be unwrapped. "Now then, Kushina-chan… let's get you out of these. Can't have you remain dressed up when we're just getting started."
Her eyes widened, a fresh wave of dread crashing through her. "N-no… please, don't…" The words slipped out before she could stop them, small, broken, her voice cracking under the raw edge of fear.
Kanzou paused, tilting his head as a low, mocking laugh rumbled in his chest. "Fufu~ Don't? Oh, Kushina-chan… you begged for this the moment you walked through that door. Remember? For Namikaze Minato's sake?"
His fingers tightened, yanking at the sash of her haori with casual force. The fabric loosened with a soft whisper, sliding from her shoulders. Kushina's breath hitched—her hands flew up instinctively, palms pressing against his chest in a desperate attempt to push him away, a fragile barrier against the creeping exposure.
"P-please… don't make me…" Her voice trembled, thin and fragile, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. But his gaze only darkened, that abyssal black swallowing her plea whole.
"Hands down, Kushina-chan," he warned, his voice dropping into a silken, dangerous tone. "Or should I send a message to the prison? Have them immediately file proper charges against Namikaze Minato? It wouldn't take me a minute to turn him from a mere suspect into a confirmed criminal… and perhaps," his lips curved into a cruel smile, "…I could even arrange a little extra. Just like I did with Jiraiya. How about I have Minato paraded the same way?"
The threat cut through her like a kunai. Her hands froze midair before falling limp to her sides, fingers curling tightly into the sheets as defeat sank in.
'For Minato-kun… just endure… It's for him…' she told herself, squeezing her eyes shut. A choked sob caught in her throat; she hated the sound, hated the way her body stayed pliant beneath his gaze, exposed and defenseless.
"Good girl," Kanzou purred, satisfaction curling his lips as he peeled the haori from her shoulders and tossed it aside like discarded cloth. His hands moved to her blouse next, fingers deft and unhurried as they worked the ties loose, each tug exposing another inch of trembling skin. The cool air brushed against her, raising goosebumps she despised. When the blouse finally hung open, he slipped it off completely, leaving her in nothing but the thin mesh undershirt and her white bra that clung to her curves like a second skin. "See? That wasn't so hard… yet."
She bit down hard on her lip, the sharp tang of copper filling her mouth as revulsion twisted through her. 'Why does it have to be this way? Why does it have to be me?'
Without hesitation, his fingers caught the hem of her mesh undershirt and dragged it upward in one smooth motion. The rough weave rasped against her skin shff bunching at her ribs and breasts, before he pulled it higher, over her head.
Her arms lifted weakly, moving on instinct despite the silent scream echoing inside her.
More cool air rushed over her, pebbling her nipples beneath the white lace bra that cupped her perky, conical breasts.
"P-please… stop…" she whispered, her voice trembling and barely audible. Her arms twitched, wanting to cross over her chest, but froze the instant his sharp gaze cut through her.
"Stop?" he echoed with a low, mocking laugh. "Fufu~ but we're just getting to the fun part." His tone dripped with cruelty and amusement as his fingers reached for the clasp, snap it snapped with a soft click.
The bra fell open, the cups loosening to reveal the soft, full swells beneath. Her dusky areolae peeked through the dim light, trembling with each ragged breath.
He peeled the straps down her shoulders, slow and deliberate, letting the lace drag against her skin before tossing it aside. Now bare, her breasts fell naturally to the sides under gravity's pull, yet rose and quivered with every shaky inhale. Her nipples hardened, not from desire, but from the chill in the air and the nervous tension rippling through her body.
"Yup… the same soft tits I remember from last night…" he murmured, his gaze devouring her, a hungry gleam flickering in those abyssal black eyes.
"Then… it's time for some lunch, hm?" he murmured with a sly curve of his lips.
Bringing his hands together mockingly, he added, "Itadakimasu…" before leaning down, slow, deliberate, descending like a predator ready to claim his prize.
Chuu~
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