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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, rape, non-consensual sexual acts, coercion, humiliation, NTR/voyeurism, graphic physical and psychological abuse, torture, and stabbing/blood. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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'T-these eyes…' Seiji felt it instantly, a surge of power unlike anything his three-tomoe Sharingan had ever granted him.
These were beyond his old limits; these were Mangekyō Sharingan, the legendary dōjutsu of the Uchiha Clan that pulsed with promise.
He was stunned to have awakened them only now… and the regret hit hard. 'If only I had awakened these eyes earlier,' he thought as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. If he had gained this power sooner, he could have protected Kasumi. She would never have been violated by Kanzou.
But even if awakened late, this power was still his, and right now was not the time to sink into regret.
He finally had a chance to stop Kanzou, and with that in mind, he looked at the monster.
"YOU BASTARD!!!" With a feral snarl, he funneled chakra into his right eye and stared directly at Kanzou.
"!!!" Kanzou instantly sensed the killing intent focused on him, and for a brief moment, he genuinely felt the threat of death.
At the same time, he also noticed the complex pattern in Seiji's eyes, 'He has awakened them!' and was extremely happy that his efforts had indeed paid off…
'Sure enough… working hard does indeed pay off…' he thought.
If Kasumi knew what he was thinking, she'd have cursed him to death. Hard Work? Where is he working hard? In her vagina?
Yet not caring about any of that, Kanzou smirked, and licking his lips, he said words that really made Seiji lose all control, "Seiji-san… Kasumi-san's pussy… it's really dripping wet…"
Those cruel only stoked Seiji's fury further, and he roared, "DIE!"
Instantly, his Visual Prowess surged as he poured every ounce of hatred into a single murderous thought, wanting Kanzou to burst apart from the inside.
'Ōtonoji!'
For a moment, the jutsu seemed to take effect as Kanzou's body trembled from the power of his eyes, which even made him blink.
But just before it could actually manifest, Seiji's body seized up violently, "!!!"
"W-what?" His eyes widened in confusion, then agony like nothing he had ever known detonated inside his skull.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH! W-WHAT IS THIS!?!?" he screamed, a raw, tortured cry as unrelenting pain flooded every nerve, as though his brain itself was being crushed and torn apart from within.
Holding the hand seal for the modified Caged Bird technique, Mikoto addressed his doubt in a playful tone, "Fufu… you did well, Seiji-san. You played your part perfectly… and now, that part is over."
With a swift motion, she completed another seal. The moment her fingers locked into place, the fūinjutsu he had partially unsealed flickered again as the seal was placed back.
Instantly, his chakra pathways dried up, and even the jagged, complicated pattern on the scarlet wheel of his Mangekyō Sharingan flickered before his eyes reverted to plain, powerless black.
The newborn power vanished as quickly as it had come.
"Wh-what…?" Seiji gasped, stunned by the sudden emptiness inside him and desperately asked, "What's happening to me!? What's happening to my Mangekyō Sharingan!"
Mikoto chuckled softly, as though amused by his desperation, "The seal I had partially loosened earlier has been restored. Your chakra is fully restrained again. Which means," she tilted her head with a cold smile, "you can no longer use your Mangekyō Sharingan."
"NO—! NO!! GIVE IT BACK!" Seiji screamed, thrashing against the chair. "Give me my chakra! I have to kill that bastard for violating Kasumi! I'LL KILL HIM—! I'LL DESTROY HIM—!"
"Foolish cuck," Mikoto scoffed, her Mangekyō spinning as she cracked the whip across his already-ruined flesh. "Did you truly believe you could ever harm my Kan-sama, especially while I'm here watching?"
His audacity, daring to even wish harm upon her beloved Danna-sama, only fueled her rage. Snarling, she struck him again. And again. And again… each lash driven by devotion and fury intertwined.
"So what if he's violating her? Huh?" Mikoto hissed, stepping closer and raising her whip against his skin again. "It's Kasumi-san's honor to be violated by my Kan-sama. This is the greatest pleasure she has ever known, the best thing she has ever had in all her life…" She paused, breathing heavily before continuing, in a sharp voice, "And you… You should be grateful, Seiji-san, my Kan-sama is letting her feel the kind of pleasure a weak cuck like you could never give her. You should be thankful he's showing you a side of your wife you would have died never knowing."
She raised her arm once more, breath hot with devotion.
"You should… be…"
The whip snapped down, punctuating every word with cruel precision.
Plap! Plap! Cha! Plap!
The relentless rhythm of flesh striking flesh drowned out the sharp cracks of the whip entirely. Seiji's body jerked with every lash, every tear, every brutal new wound, but the brutal sound barely registered through the obscene chorus filling the chamber.
"Haaah—! Nnghaa—! Aah—! No… ahhh—!"
Kasumi's helpless, broken moans swallowed everything, even the agonized cries tearing from Seiji's throat. His pain, his suffering, his muffled screams… all of it was lost beneath the overwhelming soundtrack of her torment.
Yet it did hurt Seiji, whose head was jerked to the side in too much agony…
"DAMN YOU—!" Seiji roared, his fury tearing from his throat, but the sound was cut short as Mikoto shoved the gag back between his teeth, silencing him into muffled growls.
"Shut up," she hissed coldly. "A traitorous cuck like you has no right to speak unless Kan-sama allows it. So keep your filthy mouth shut."
Seiji's entire body shook as he strained against the chains, eyes burning with hatred, but he could do nothing.
"It seems you still want to resist," Mikoto said coldly. She snapped the whip across his body again and again, each strike making him convulse, until his defiance dissolved into pained, helpless whimpers.
Seeing Seiji try to attack Kanzou and even threaten his life had made her momentarily lose her composure. Although she understood that it was only natural for him to want to kill her Danna-sama… but wanting to kill him and actually trying to were completely different matters. And she couldn't stomach the audacity of a cuck like him suddenly thinking he had the right to threaten her Danna-sama just because he'd awakened the Mangekyō.
Not that he ever could have succeeded, of course, not with her around… but that wasn't the point. The point was the audacity, and audacity deserved punishment.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Only after delivering at least fifteen more lashes with a cold, satisfied smile did she finally lower the whip.
"It seems you finally understand your place," she said, voice laced with icy contempt.
Seiji gave no response, only a strangled whimper, his body trembling in pain and humiliation.
"It would've been better if you had known your place from the beginning," she scoffed, shaking her head. She took a few slow breaths to steady herself before turning toward Kanzou, "Kan-sama," in an instant, her expression softened into a composed, gentle, and loving smile as she reported smoothly, "The objective has been achieved. Seiji-san has awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan, exactly as you planned."
"Good…" Kanzou nodded with a smile as he lifted his gaze to the trembling, gagged Seiji and snickered at the traitor.
At the same time, Mikoto cast a brief, venomous glance at Kasumi, who was also trembling and whimpering, but for entirely different reasons, before turning back to Kanzou. The hatred in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by that same soft, devoted smile, and she said gently, "We can go now, Kan-sama."
Now that their objective was complete, she wanted him to stop fucking Kasumi.
Of course, not out of pity, but pure jealousy. The thought of that woman taking what belonged to her made Mikoto seethe. If anything, she would have preferred to be the one in Kasumi's place, enduring Kanzou's brutality herself rather than letting another woman feel it.
However, Kanzou was not finished having his fun with Kasumi.
"Just… haaah… let me finish up with her," he grunted, then added sharply, "And make that traitor face the wall. His part is over, I don't want his eyes on the woman I'm fucking."
Mikoto pouted, clearly displeased that Kanzou still intended to fuck Kasumi even though the objective was accomplished. But despite the jealousy simmering beneath her skin, she didn't dare object. She turned Seiji's wheelchair so he was forced to stare at the wall, completely unable to witness what was happening to his wife behind him.
Of course, he could still hear it all… but… that didn't matter anymore.
Once done, she took a step back from him and stood there, cheeks tinted pink, eyes fixed on her Danna-sama, her quiet, yearning blush deepening.
Meanwhile, Kanzou, having completely removed his pants, coiled both arms around Kasumi's body, one clamping over her stomach, the other crushing her welted breasts against her chest and pressing her back flush against his chest, and asked her, "Ready to be pounded to oblivion, Kasumi-san?"
"N-no… hannn…" Kasumi responded deliriously.
But as always, her response really held no meaning, and without a care for what she said, he began to pound her pussy no longer caring about Seiji's presence in the room.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
He fucked Kasumi with reckless abandon, driving much of his throbbing length into her yielding heat with every savage thrust, ramming her cervix like a battering ram, knocking on the gates of her uterus and pushing her stomach out an obscene bulge swelling grotesquely on her abdomen with each merciless invasion.
"Hnnn… Aahhnnn… N-no… haaaahhhnnn…!"
Kasumi's delirious moans resounded through the chamber, echoing off the cold stone walls like a siren's wail she couldn't silence.
It wasn't that she wanted to cry out like this; on the contrary, no, she didn't want to cry out. The shame of letting out those uncontrollable, delirious moans, that too from being violated by a man who is not her husband, burned hotter than the stretch of her inner walls. But she couldn't control it, couldn't cage the sounds tearing from her throat.
The violation was too much, too overwhelming; each plunge reshaped her from the inside, her vagina that had molded into Seiji's slightly above average length and girth was now yielding painfully to Kanzou's monstrous length and girth, expanding, conforming, brutalizing her depths in ways that ignited forbidden fire, from her, making her horny and leak out shameful moans.
Indeed... even she was ashamed to admit it, hated the traitorous truth bubbling beneath the agony. Still, despite being rape, despite the chains biting her wrists, the threats hanging over her family like a blade, this pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever known.
It's not that Seiji has never tried to be brutal with her… as a married couple, they have indeed experimented a little, and they have tried a little bit of brutality, it's just that even if he had tried, it had never been this agonizing and tantalizing. His thrusts never carried this raw conquering force that could split her open and rebuild her around him.
It's only upon being violated by Kanzou that she felt pain and ecstasy twist inside her pussy like a maddening storm that made her toes curl and her vision blur. Her pussy clenched greedily with every withdrawal, fluttering in desperate chase as he slammed home again, causing the burn of her cervix to yield to sparks that raced up her spine, driving a pleasure so intense, it bordered on torment, leaving her sobbing even as her hips twitched back involuntarily.
"Hnnngh… Nahnnnn… h-how could it… ahhhnnn… t-this… ohhhhnnnnn…."
Those sweet, broken symphonies spilling from her lips only exhilarated Kanzou further, fueling the sadistic hunger in his veins.
"Fufu... that's it, Kasumi-san... scream for me," he growled against her ear, intensifying his pace into a feral frenzy, his thrusts turning shorter and sharper, his hips snapping with bone-jarring force that rattled the chains restraining her body and made the bulge pulse relentlessly on her stomach.
The air thickened with the wet symphony of flesh yielding to invasion as her slick walls slurped greedily around him despite her cries.
She felt lost and utterly overwhelmed from the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave that drowned her shame, her relationship, her bonds, her loyalty, and everything else but the relentless cock of Kanzou dragging along her cave, reshaping it to its liking.
Her head lolled back against his shoulder, black tears carved salty trails down her flushed cheeks, and her body trembled uncontrollably in the chains.
"Aaahhnn~! P-Patriarch... m-mercy... please, it's t-too much... haaah~! I-I'm breaking... my insides... aaahhnnn~!" Kasumi begged him with glazed eyes, her voice fracturing into overwhelmed pleas as the onslaught shattered her composure completely.
But the only mercy Kanzou offered was more of the same, his hips never faltering, pounding her with even greater brutality as one arm snaked up to fist around her ponytail like a leash before, yanking her head aside to expose her throat.
"Come here… show me that filthy mouth of yours…" he ordered her, and before she could react, sealed her lips in a devouring kiss, crashing his mouth against hers with possessive hunger, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth to claim her warmth, sucking greedily on the soft muscle as saliva mingled in sloppy, wet exchanges that muffled her moans into throaty hums.
Chupa... slrrpp... chupa...
The sounds of their joined mouths echoed obscenely, drowning the rhythmic clapping of their flesh.
For a heartbeat, as Kasumi's heart twisted in agony, betrayed even in this intimate act, kissing a man who wasn't her husband while Seiji sat mere feet away. Pain lanced through her chest, sharper than any thrust, guilt flooding her veins like poison... yet she was too far gone, too lost in the haze of pleasure coiling tighter in her gut to be able to pose a resistance.
As a result, her tongue that should not have cooperated at all in the kiss moved of its own accord, tentatively at first, licking, sucking, responding with shameful fervor as she gazed up at his handsome, evil face, flushed with exertion, those abyss-black eyes boring into hers with triumphant cruelty, carrying both ability, and a deep desire to swallow her whole.
Being stared at by those eyes… she felt lost as she gazed at his entire face. Without even trying to actively pay any attention to it, a thought suddenly flickered in her mind, 'P-patriarch… he's so much more handsome and charming than Seiji-san...'
But immediately as she had that thought, guilt filled her heart, and she felt horrified at the comparison she suddenly drew between her Seiji and Kanzou.
'No! Seiji-san... forgive me... I didn't mean to… I… I just—' she didn't even know how she ended up having such a thought.
Let alone calling her assaulter handsome and charming, she even praised his appearance in comparison to her husband's.
Although she had to admit that Kanzou, despite being an evil rapist, was indeed much more handsome and charming than her husband, she still cursed herself viciously for having such a thought as tears spilled hotter as self-loathing crashed over her.
"How could I…?'
She'd already betrayed her husband in body because even at this very moment, her pussy was clenching around another man's cock like a vice... but now her heart, too? Even for that brief, damning moment?
In her opinion, it was unforgivable to have such a thought and by just having such a thought, she has ended up inflicting a wound on herself that dug deeper than any chain, and she hated herself for thinking that the man—who is destroying her pussy against her will, threatening her son's safety, and making her husband go through unbearable torture—is much more handsome than her husband.
Yet even as sobs wracked her, and she cursed herself for having such filthy, traitorous thoughts, she still couldn't stop herself or her tongue from tangling with his dominating tongue in desperate, responsive hunger, sucking it greedily as the kiss deepened while her body arched into the violation despite the heartbreak tearing her apart, and came undone.
"Aaahnnn… Patriarch… chu… I… I am cumming… slrrrpp… I am cumming…" she moaned out amidst the kisses.
"Fufu… Kasumi-san… You are such a filthy woman… cumming from a cock that is not Seiji-san's… what kind of wife does that? But I'll allow it… go on… release all that cum," nodded Kanzou, pulling her head closer and continuing to kiss her…
Kanzou's words only made her feel more degraded and filthy… after all, it's really as he said… she really felt filthy extremely for cumming from a penis that wasn't her husband's… but she really couldn't help it, her body wasn't in her control at all and ended up quivering all over while releasing another round of fluids with squelching sounds, "C-cumminggg…"
Gush~!
Squelch! Squelch!
"Look at all these juices…" murmured Kanzou in amusement, feeling her pussy milk around his cock while her fluids gushed around his cock, his balls, and fell drop by drop on the floor, sliding along her naked inner thighs.
Kasumi couldn't respond… she wasn't in the state to be able to do so… she had no energy, and her mind also didn't seem focused enough at the moment and just felt tranced, lost in a world of black and white as she reeled from all that pleasure.
"Fufu…" he chuckled… and not giving her opportunity to rest or recover, he continued to pound her.
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From a distance, Mikoto watched it all unfold, her Danna-sama fucking Kasumi with that primal intensity, claiming her lips as she kissed back through heartbroken tears and the orgasms she experienced under his relentless pounding. All of it ignited an inferno of jealousy in her chest, her dark eyes narrowing to slits of pure venom as she stared at the woman who'd dared steal even a sliver of his attention that should have belonged to her and her alone.
Her breathing quickened, rough and heated, as a violent urge surged through her veins like poison, the need to stab, to tear, to punish the woman trembling in his arms, occupying a place that belonged to her alone.
'Kasumi-san… you filthy homewrecker… kissing my Kan-sama right in front of me…'
Even though Mikoto knew Kasumi's body was simply reacting, her mind overwhelmed and not in control, and that it was Kanzou who had initiated everything, even forcing Kasumi to do it all, she still couldn't help but hate Kasumi for it. In her twisted jealousy, she blamed Kasumi entirely, branding her a homewrecker… even though the truth was the opposite. It was Mikoto and Kanzou who had destroyed Kasumi's home, not the other way around.
'You have no right… No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right. No right to kiss him!'
The words pulsed through her skull on repeat as her thoughts spiraled into darker territory, vivid flashes of driving a kunai through Kasumi's heart again and again, erupting behind her eyes.
Kasumi had been a close friend, someone she'd laughed with over tea and dango, but in this moment, none of that mattered. A swift death would be far too merciful for a woman who dared steal her Kan-sama's affection so brazenly.
'I want to stab you, Kasumi-san… twist my blades into your stomach again and again… keep you alive just to make you suffer for every stolen moan, every treacherous gasp, until you're nothing but a broken shell begging for a mercy I will never grant. That would be your punishment,' she seethed in silence.
But Kanzou's rules wrapped around her like invisible chains. He only permitted her to entertain such fantasies, yet forbade her from doing anything that might displease him.
'Kan-sama… it's unbearable… I don't want these urges trapped as fantasies… I want to act on them… to feel her blood on my hands…'
A whimper clawed at her throat, crushed beneath devotion and frustration alike. His command was absolute, and she, who had surrendered every part of herself to him, would follow it no matter how unbearable the restraint felt.
But jealousy still tore at her insides, demanding release.
Eventually, that fury found a target: the half-dead man slumped helplessly in the wheelchair. As soon as she glanced at him, she didn't even notice when her own hand slipped beneath her kimono as her fingers wrapped around the familiar weight of cold, black steel. And before the thought even formed, instinct drove her arm forward.
Before she knew it, she had plunged the blade deep into Seiji's shoulder and twisted it viciously before ripping it free in a spray of crimson.
Schlunk!
Seiji grunted sharply through the gag, his body jerked from the fresh agony, but the sound was swallowed whole by Kasumi's rising moans and drowned in the endless schlaps of flesh on flesh.
Of course, being so close to Seiji, Mikoto heard his stifled grunt of pain, and for a heartbeat, she was actually stunned before her gaze dropped to the blade in her hand as her pulse pounded, breaths became shallow and uneven as the reality of her action sank in, "Huh?"
While she had certainly inflicted much more pain on Seiji through the whipping, that was different; it was punishment. That had been justice for his betrayal of her Kan-sama and was carried out under Kanzou's explicit command.
But this… this was her own impulse.
She hadn't stabbed him because Kanzou ordered it. She did it because the urge to stab someone had overwhelmed her, and even though her rage and jealousy were aimed at Kasumi, her blade had found Seiji instead.
Trying to calm herself, she glanced toward Kanzou, searching his expression for any hint of disapproval, but he didn't even look her way. He was far too absorbed in fucking Kasumi to care about what Mikoto was doing in the background.
"So… hurting him won't make Kan-sama unhappy, right?" she whispered to herself.
He was of little use to Kanzou now, she knew that. Still, she couldn't risk going too far.
"I just have to make sure he doesn't die…"
A thin smile curved across her lips as her grip tightened, and before she even registered the impulse… her hand moved once more.
Schlunk!
Schlunk!
Schlunk!
Schlunk!
She stabbed him again, and again, sinking her blade into his muscle at various places, carving shallow furrows across his already-welted skin while being lost in the haze of jealousy…
Halfway through, she even stopped looking at her victim, rather, shifted her eyes to Kanzou, looking at his flushed, handsome, sweaty, and delicious face while biting her lips.
'Kan-sama… why'd you even want to pay attention to her at all when you already have me all to yourself to torment as much as you desire…?'
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