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[Content Warning: Contains explicit sexual content, graphic depictions of rape and sexual assault, coercion, humiliation, NTR/voyeurism, physical and psychological torture, stabbing and blood, degradation, as well as creampies. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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Time blurred in the haze of brutality, Kanzou's cock kept pistoning endlessly into her sopping heat, plunging deep, withdrawing slick, only to slam home again, as Kasumi's body betrayed her over and over, gushing fresh waves of nectar with every cervix-kissing thrust that left her quivering on the brink.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
The sounds of flesh slapping flesh grew louder, wetter, as Kasumi felt herself teetering on the edge of a shattering release for the umpteenth time.
The coil winding unbearably tight in her core. "Nggghh…! N-no... P-Patriarch... wooo... C-cumming... I am cumming again... haaahnnn…!"
"Then cum again, Kasumi-san... cum and let Seiji-san know just how much you are loving my cock..." Kanzou grinned wickedly, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder, adding yet another bruising mark to the double-digit bites already blooming across her skin like a savage brand, claiming her as prey devoured whole.
Spoken like that, laced with that command, Kasumi couldn't hold back; her resistance crumbled again as the orgasm detonated through her and her pussy spasmed in violent waves around his invading girth.
"N-noo! Patriarch... h-how could I say that... n-no... Seiji-san... this is not me... it's someone else moaning... I-I don't l-like Patriarch's big penis at all... I-I only love your small penis that is only half the size of Patriarch's... aaahhnnn!"
"Gahahahaha…" Kanzou threw his head back in booming, triumphant laughter as her 'assurances' spilled out in broken, delirious sobs. Although they were meant to be 'assurances,' they were more brutal than any taunt he'd scripted, yet utterly sincere in her desperation to soothe Seiji.
Indeed, she wasn't trying to wound him; no, she wanted to cling to their bond, to swear her heart was still his... but the words twisted on her tongue, laced with the humiliating truth of Kanzou's dominance, stabbed deeper than any plunge Mikoto's blade made.
And hearing it, again and again, her voice fracturing around comparisons that exalted his enemy's cock, Kanzou knew Seiji's pride was shattering into irreparable shards... though the man himself hung limp now, consciousness slipping into a blood-loss haze from Mikoto's unheeded frenzy, too far gone to feel the fresh evisceration.
Amused beyond measure, Kanzou kept pounding her through the aftershocks, thrusts turning erratic, hips blurring as pleasure crested hot in his veins, and after another minute of her 'loving' declarations, he felt close to his own peak.
Releasing his teeth from her shoulder with a final, possessive nip, he rasped against her ear, "Kasumi-san... I am about to cum... get ready for a creampie..."
"Uhh… hmmm… ahnnnn… okay… Patriarch…" she responded, moaning.
Kasumi's response confused Kanzou, "Hm?"
He had expected her to shake her head in vehement refusal and plead to him in a frantic bid to pull out of pregnancy. But surprisingly, she didn't... said nothing against the idea of a creampie, rather agreed to it.
'Could it be... because it's her safe day today?' he wondered idly, but didn't dwell on it.
Even if that was not the case, it changed nothing as she'd obviously be given a contraceptive later on… so without a care in the world, he sped up, slamming his hips on her ass with a final, frenzied urgency until he could no longer hold back and buried himself balls-deep inside her for the one last time, loosening his restraint.
"Guhh... cumming, Kasumi-san... take it all...!" he grunted, hugging her body tightly as he felt his cock twitch and burst out.
Spurrrt... spurrrt... spurrrt~!
Thick, scalding ropes erupted from him in heavy jets, hit her cervix directly, and flooded her womb with his hot seed as her walls clenched around him desperately, trying to milk every drop of that cum out of him.
Being filled by him while having his entire length buried inside her, she too shattered in that instant, "Ahann~! Cumming... cumming... cumming Patriarch... I am also cummingggggg…!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her eyes rolled back in her skull, her face became slack with bliss, her tongue lolled out in shameless ahegao expression as drool trailed down from her parted lips, and her pussy gushed out her juices in violent spasms around his girth.
Spurrrt...
Squelch!
Her nectar mixed in with his cum, overfilling her pussy and swelling the bulge on her stomach impossibly fuller while the excessive overflowed out of her, drenching their joined thighs in filthy warmth, staining the floor.
"Haaah... haaah... haaah..."
As the orgasm died down, both reeled together in the afterglow, their breaths heaved in ragged unison, tired and trembling after the ordeal.
Kasumi was so drained that she struggled just to stay conscious, her body trembling from fatigue.
Kanzou, however, showed no real sign of tiring. His stamina and endurance far surpassed anything Seiji could ever hope to match, and he looked as if he could continue for several more rounds without slowing in the slightest.
It's just that he still had other matters to attend to. So, despite a reluctant desire to continue, Kanzou forced himself to stop after just one release and withdrew abruptly, as his cock dragged free from her pussy with a wet pop.
Shlurp...
"Aaaaaa—aaahnnnnnn~!" A broken moan spilled from her tired lips as she shuddered violently at the sudden void.
Her knees buckled while her consciousness fled in a blackout as her head hung limp and her body threatened to collapse, which it would have if not for the chains keeping her standing while her body quivered in ruin of welts and bites.
Meanwhile, her pussy gaped obscenely as the bulge receded slowly from her abdomen.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
Drops after drops of their mingled release oozed free in thick white rivulets trailing hot down her inner thighs to tease her quivering skin, but most splattered messily to the stone floor in a growing, filthy puddle.
Splatter!
Staring at the wastage of her Danna-sama's precious seed as it spilled from that traitorous homewrecker's gaping pussy like discarded filth, a fresh wave of hatred crashed over Mikoto.
'She... she's wasting Kan-sama's precious seeds... she doesn't deserve even a drop...' The urge to stab her surged again, but all she could do was swallow it down with a bitten lip while clenching her fist in frustration.
Meanwhile, Kanzou stepped forward, his cock still rigid and glistening with their combined essences.
Mikoto's gaze dropped instantly, lips parting as hunger clawed at her throat; she stepped forward without thinking, voice husky with need. "K-Kan-sama... le-let me clean you up..."
It was a plea wrapped in service, honestly, she ached to be bent over and railed senseless, to reclaim what that homewrecker had stolen, but they were short on time, so she'd settle for this: wrapping her lips around him, tasting his release, and cleaning up every trace of Kasumi's juices from him.
Although she didn't want to taste Kasumi's juices, cleaning up Kanzou's cum was far more important for her.
'Sometimes for a lot of good, a bit of bad must be tolerated...' she thought, steeling herself against the irk of Kasumi juices on her tongue.
Kanzou paused, glancing down at her with a faint, affectionate smile, then shook his head.
"Mikoto… don't demean yourself," he murmured, his hand gently patting her hair. "Your position, your importance, is far above hers. Do not forget this."
It would have been fine if those juices sticking to his cock were hers, but he didn't want her to do it when those juices were Kasumi's.
He'd accept the opposite, Kasumi cleaning up Mikoto's mess, but not otherwise.
After all, if Mikoto were to clean up Kasumi's mess, it would put her beneath Kasumi. He didn't want his 'wife' to lower herself in any way that implied Kasumi could stand on the same level or above her.
To him, Kasumi wasn't comparable to her, not in status, not in worth, not in strength, not in usefulness, not in anything that mattered. On the other hand, Mikoto is the absolute second in command.
In Kanzou's eyes, the hierarchy was absolute:
Kasumi will always remain beneath Mikoto.
She froze, breath caught in her throat. The meaning behind his words sank in slowly, almost overwhelmingly.
This single realization filled Mikoto with a dark, intoxicating pride.
At the same time, emotion swelled hot behind her eyes, a mix of touched warmth and frustrated ache, 'Kan-sama...' and she nodded, voice soft and trembling. "I... I see, Kan-sama..."
It touched her deeply, his care a balm to her jealousy, yet it left her yearning unfulfilled, body thrumming with unspent need; still, she'd heed him, treasure the denial as proof of his regard.
"Hm…" Kanzou hummed, pleased that she understood. "As for cleaning up… I'll deal with that myself. But before that…" His gaze then slid toward Seiji, pausing at the fresh carnage of stab wounds riddling the man's shoulders, chest, back, and so on while blood pooled beneath the chair.
Noticing all that, he was stunned for a moment, and his gaze flicked to Mikoto… as it was obvious that she was responsible for those wounds. He felt speechless…
Mikoto flushed crimson the moment she realized her lapse. 'I… I lost control…' She shifted uneasily beneath his gaze, bracing for anger or a sharp rebuke.
But none came.
Kanzou only shook his head, faintly amused. 'As expected of my Yandere,' he thought, and asked her, "He's still alive, correct?"
"H-he should be," Mikoto answered, eyes darting away from his. She had been careful, avoiding anything vital. Seiji was suffering enough that death might have seemed kinder, but she knew he still clung to life.
Kanzou narrowed his eyes, watching the faint rise and fall of Seiji's chest. Satisfied, he gave a simple order: "In that case, take him back to his chamber… and also, gouge out those eyes of his."
"O-okay..." she murmured, relief flooding her as she gripped the wheelchair handles, wheeling the limp, bloodied form toward the door
Seiji's consciousness had long fled into merciful darkness so he was unresponsive to the motion.
Kanzou glanced at Kasumi's slumped, ruined figure, then, hanging limp in her chains, pussy still dripping their mess in lazy drops, and instructed coolly, "As for her... wake her up and release the restraints. Let her clean herself up. When I return... I'll have a few words with her."
"Understood..." Mikoto nodded as her dark gaze slid towards Kasumi.
Noting that, Kanzou reminded her, "Just remember... no stabbing anyone while I'm gone, understood?"
"Un... understood," she replied, averting her gaze from Kasumi.
With that, he used the Flying Raijin to vanish from the place in a black flash, leaving the room of the isolation chamber heavy with the scent of sex and blood as well as the echoes of moans and lashes fading into tense silence.
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Back at the mansion, as Kanzou rinsed the lingering mix of his semen and Kasumi's juices from his penis, he finally turned his attention to the system's reward notifications that he had previously ignored because of being busy in the act.
[Ding! The host has subjected Uchiha Seiji to brutal physical torture, including slapping, punching, whipping, and stabbing. Reward: 5,000 Evil Points]
[Ding! The host has used threats against Uchiha Kasumi's family to violently force a sexual act upon her in front of her husband. Reward: Phantom Body Flicker Jutsu + 50,000 Evil Points]
[Ding! The host has shattered Uchiha Seiji's dignity and inflicted irreversible psychological trauma as well as an inferiority complex, by assaulting his wife in front of him. Reward: Mangekyō Sharingan Dōjutsu: Ōtonoji & Ōtonobe (Fusion Pending.)]
"So… 55,000 Evil Points, two Mangekyō Sharingan Dōjutsu, and the Phantom Body Flicker Jutsu?" Kanzou muttered, unsure whether to be pleased or underwhelmed.
Thinking it over, the haul wasn't bad. He had received 50,000 Evil Points for violating Kasumi, the same amount he'd gotten for assaulting Mikoto. In Mikoto's case, however, he had also awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan… though even then, the reward included the Phantom Body Flicker Jutsu.
'Well… I suppose it's because of their canonical importance,' Kanzou mused. 'Mikoto was a named character and actually appeared in the original story, and she was also the mother of Itachi and Sasuke; on the other hand, Kasumi only exists because Shisui exists. She never even appeared in canon and wasn't even given a name.'
Canon relevance was clearly a major factor in how rewards were calculated. Besides, Shisui had already been born, so Kasumi wasn't a virgin when Kanzou took her.
So, it makes sense that the reward wouldn't be as high as he'd have wanted.
'Oh well… doesn't matter,' he shrugged inwardly, dismissing the thought.
What did matter was the total. With the latest 55,000 Evil Points added, his tally had now reached 854,000.
'Just 150,000 more… and I'll have the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan,' he thought, pleased.
He could already picture it… Very soon, he would possess the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Beyond the Evil Points, he had also obtained two unique ocular techniques: Ōtonoji and Ōtonobe. Since neither of these Dōjutsu existed in canon, Kanzou wasn't exactly sure what they did. Still, judging by the source, he could easily guess, they were the abilities Seiji had awakened.
"System, fuse them into my Mangekyō Sharingan," he commanded.
Almost instantly, he felt a warm sensation surge through his eyes as the new powers integrated seamlessly, and his Visual Prowess improved further. As the warmth faded, information about the two techniques flowed into his mind. The explanation was surprisingly straightforward.
"Explosion and Implosion… I see," Kanzou murmured with a nod.
Ōtonoji, the right eye's ability, allowed him to make a target explode. Ōtonobe, the left eye's ability, allowed him to make a target implode. Simple, practical… and terrifyingly lethal.
After all, he could now make anything, or anyone, detonate into a bloody spray or collapse inward into a grotesque mess with just a glance. The sheer horror of watching random people explode in public, or implode into twisted flesh… it was a terrifying power to wield.
And it seemed to activate with just a glance, much like Amaterasu.
"But honestly, Ōtonoji and Ōtonobe feel far more powerful and practical than Amaterasu," Kanzou mused.
After all, Amaterasu, for all its fearsome flames and high-temperature burns, wasn't absolute. It could be absorbed by those capable of absorbing chakra. It could be sealed by those skilled in fūinjutsu. And while it inflicted intense burning pain, it didn't guarantee instant death.
Ōtonoji and Ōtonobe, on the other hand…
There was likely no coming back from those.
No absorption. No sealing. The only possible counters were to dodge or to avoid coming into the user's line of sight, because once you were seen… It was over.
'Fufu… this technique really is perfect for a villain like me,' Kanzou thought with satisfaction.
"Unexpectedly, Seiji-san managed to awaken such a powerful and useful ocular technique…" Kanzou had to admit, the ability was impressive. If Seiji had managed to activate it just a moment earlier, it could have killed him.
But, of course, Kanzou had taken precautions long before that point, so that outcome was never going to happen.
Still… could have indeed gone wrong.
Regardless, Kanzou felt immensely satisfied with both Ōtonoji and Ōtonobe.
And lastly, there was the Phantom Body Flicker Jutsu…
He didn't need to guess too hard. Kanzou suspected that this so-called technique was the very same unique Body Flicker Jutsu that had earned Shisui his famous epithet Shunshin no Shisui/Shisui of the Body Flicker.
Or if not exactly the same technique, then it was likely something closely related.
As for Shisui's Body Flicker Jutsu, it was no ordinary Body Flicker Jutsu. His unique version allowed him to create countless projections of himself, each existing in a strange paradox: both real and unreal at the same time.
In essence, they could be called Schrödinger's Projections, illusions, and entities simultaneously.
When you attacked them, they behaved like mere projections with no mass, and you'd pass through them. But when they attacked you… They suddenly became real entities with mass.
'Truly a mind-bending form of Body Flicker Jutsu,' Kanzou thought, acknowledging that it was indeed a technique worth mastering.
"This Phantom Body Flicker Jutsu isn't perfect, though… it still needs refinement," he murmured with a nod.
It was possible that Uchiha Kasumi had once created or attempted to develop the technique, but never managed to perfect it. Perhaps it was Shisui who later completed it, refining it into his signature move.
"But that doesn't matter. Even if it's incomplete… with my knowledge and skill, I'll finish it without any trouble," Kanzou was confident in that much.
All things considered, Kanzou had to admit, the rewards were quite generous. The only real shortcoming was the amount of Evil Points… but even that wasn't a major concern.
"I still have the purging of those traitors coming up. I should be able to earn more Evil Points from that," he muttered.
Although he wasn't overly optimistic, after all, eliminating traitors wasn't exactly considered evil by system standards.
"Still… I should get at least a minimum of 100 Evil Points per execution."
He shrugged. "Well, let's just get it over with…"
But before that, there were still a few matters to handle.
"There's also Seiji-san's Mangekyō Sharingan… and Kasumi-san," he murmured, finishing up the last of his cleaning before slipping on a fresh pair of pants.
With that, he vanished from the room using the Flying Raijin Jutsu, returning swiftly to the Isolation Chambers.
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