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Isolation Chamber, Uchiha Compound, Konohagakure
Even after cleaning herself up and changing into fresh clothes, Kasumi couldn't escape the horror of what she had endured. Her body still ached, her steps were unsteady, her breathing tight, but none of that compared to the turmoil crushing her heart.
She had been raped right in front of her husband, who was helpless and forced to watch it all happen.
Each time the memory flashed across her mind, her stomach twisted, and her thoughts spiraled into despair. She felt tainted, broken, and undeserving of the life she had had before.
'Seiji san… I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry…'
Kasumi repeated the words over and over in her mind, tears blurring her vision as guilt gnawed at her. She wanted to apologize forever, wanted to disappear, wanted the pain and shame to stop.
At the same time, she couldn't understand how Mikoto, his wife, had allowed it. She had watched as her husband violated another woman right in front of her… and said nothing.
"Mikoto-sama… how… how could you even accept this?" Kasumi asked through sobs, her tears continuously falling.
Mikoto let out a snort. "Kasumi-san… you should feel honored that my Danna-sama used you. Not every woman is lucky enough to be chosen by him."
'Honored? Lucky?' Kasumi felt like vomiting.
If this was what it meant to be honored and lucky, she would've gladly remained dishonored and unfortunate for the rest of her life… at least then… at least then…
"You felt it, didn't you?" Mikoto's voice cut in coldly. "The confusion… the overwhelming sensations… that mind-numbing pleasure that sends you into a state of black and white… What Kan-sama forced upon you. You can't pretend your body didn't react."
"T-that doesn't justify anything…" Kasumi's voice trembled.
And yet… she couldn't completely refute Mikoto's words. Her body had reacted against her will, betraying her in ways she could barely comprehend. Kasumi wasn't inexperienced; she knew what sex was supposed to feel like, but nothing in her life had ever prepared her for the terrifying intensity she'd been forced to endure today.
It hurt. It violated everything she believed in. The physical and emotional scars are still there.
And still, her body had enjoyed it all.
Shame surged through her chest like ice. 'How could my body enjoy at all? I was being violated… I never wanted any of it…'
Mikoto leaned in, eyes glinting with certainty. "Tell me then… in all your years of marriage… how many times did Seiji-san ever manage to make you feel even a fraction of that?"
The answer was, maybe a few times, if she really stretched her memory… but certainly not enough to fill the fingers of even one hand.
"B-but still…" Kasumi stammered, trying to cling to some defense. None of this excused what Kanzou had done. Nothing ever could.
"Enough talking. Move," Mikoto snapped, her voice sharp with anger, and without warning, she yanked the chain hard.
The tug jerked the metal collar around Kasumi's neck, causing her to lose her balance and stumble forward, nearly falling.
"Wha…!" Kasumi exclaimed, noticing the shortening distance between the floor and her eyes,
Mikoto didn't flinch. In fact, she smiled coldly and thought viciously, 'Go on, fall, I hope you even damage that face of yours. You deserve it.'
After all, Kasumi had dared to be used by her husband, and she was complaining about it? The sheer nerve. She didn't even realize how lucky she was to be violated by Kanzou.
Mikoto felt that she needed to be taught a lesson… and of course, she also hoped that Kasumi's face would get some injury or something so that she would no longer remain beautiful enough… if that were to happen, Kanzou would probably lose interest in her.
However, before Kasumi could hit the ground, a black flash appeared beside Mikoto.
It was Kanzou.
As soon as he appeared, he noticed Kasumi stumble and was on the verge of falling. Without thinking, he moved instantly, wrapped his arm around her waist, catching her mid-fall, and lifted her effortlessly into his grip.
"Eh…?" Kasumi gasped softly, stunned to find herself suspended instead of on the ground.
One moment, she saw the floor nearing; the other moment, the distance became constant.
It didn't take her long to figure out that she was held by someone who prevented her from falling.
But when she realised the position she was in, and more importantly, who was holding her. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Kanzou was holding her like one might carry a pet or a possession, and she had no idea how to react.
Kanzou didn't spare her a glance. His eyes were fixed on Mikoto.
Faced with Kanzou's gaze, Mikoto's smile went stiff, "Kan-sama… you… You are back quite early."
"I just had to rinse myself," replied Kanzou, continuing to stare into her eyes.
"I… I see," she replied, and, breaking eye contact, she lowered her head meekly, too afraid to meet his gaze.
"What did I say before I left?" Kanzou questioned calmly, though his voice carried a clear warning.
Mikoto fumbled her words. "I… I didn't stab anyone…"
Technically, it was true. Kanzou had instructed her not to stab anyone, and she hadn't. All she did was tug the chain around Kasumi's collar hard enough to nearly make her fall face-first.
"A-and it's her fault!" Mikoto quickly added. "She was complaining… how could she… she…!"
Kanzou didn't look convinced. "Mikoto…"
"I… I'm sorry," Mikoto murmured, guilt clouding her expression. But it wasn't guilt over trying to hurt Kasumi, no, not at all. She only felt guilty because Kanzou had caught her. 'Next time… I'll be more subtle,' she thought darkly as her eyes met Kasumi's.
Instantly, Kasumi, noticing that look in Mikoto's eyes, flinched, 'W-what is she planning?' She didn't know what Mikoto was thinking… but her instinct told her that it wasn't very good.
Kanzou sighed, then gently placed a hand on her head and pulled her into his embrace.
Mikoto blinked in surprise at the sudden hug from her Danna-sama… but her confusion quickly melted into happiness.
She rested her head against his chest, letting the sound of his powerful heartbeat and the familiar scent of his body soothe her nerves. Her thoughts slowly settled.
Then Kanzou tilted her chin up, making her look into his eyes. "Mikoto," he said softly, "you do know you're far more important to me than Kasumi-san could ever be… don't you?"
Her lips trembled slightly, and she nodded. "H-Hai, Kan-sama…"
"So don't act on whatever you're thinking," he warned gently. Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'll coax you properly later… and you'll also get a reward for behaving today."
Yanderes need coaxing; no one had to tell Kanzou that. He understood it instinctively. Since he has sort of groomed Mikoto into his personal Yandere… he obviously needs to coax her.
"R-reward?" Mikoto's cheeks flushed red. Her heart fluttered with excitement, and butterflies filled her stomach. She looked up at him with gleaming eyes. "I… I understand, Kan-sama…"
Meanwhile, Kasumi, who had watched the entire exchange, felt like vomiting blood. 'They're flirting… right in front of me!'
Her rapist… and the woman who had tortured her husband… were openly flirting, and to make matters worse, Kanzou was still holding her in his arms like she was some pet.
The sheer audacity of it all made her chest burn with hatred and fury.
And then there was Mikoto.
Kasumi couldn't help but glance at her, those cold, unfeeling eyes that returned her gaze as if telling her, 'You got lucky…'
'Mikoto-sama… what have you become?' Kasumi couldn't help but think.
The woman before her was a stranger. This wasn't the poised, kind, and composed Mikoto she remembered.
No… this was a venomous, ruthless woman, one who could watch her husband violate another woman… even if that woman is her own friend, one who could torment men who had never even wronged her…
Somehow, in just a few months… Mikoto had changed completely.
Quite likely, Mikoto had undergone such a change because of Kanzou.
For Kanzou to have changed Mikoto to this extent, to the point that she isn't even the same woman... it terrified Kasumi more than anything else.
Kanzou paid no attention to the fear tightening Kasumi's chest or the tears streaking down her face. His gaze lowered to the woman trembling in his grasp.
"Well then, Kasumi-san… let's go visit your precious Seiji-san," he said with an amused smile.
Kasumi trembled in Kanzou's grip, panic rising in her throat, "N-no…" She couldn't face Seiji; she didn't want to, not after everything she had said to him about his small penis, not after she had moaned to Kanzou's big penis, not after she had agreed to let him shoot his cum inside her!
The shame alone felt like it would crush her.
"P-please… just kill me," Kasumi begged, voice cracking. "Death would be easier than facing my husband's eyes again."
"Eh? Absolutely not," Kanzou replied with a casual shake of his head. A chilling smile curved his lips. "And don't worry… You won't have to face his eyes again."
Kasumi froze. She didn't understand exactly what he meant, but whatever it was, she knew it wouldn't be anything she wanted. Her fear only grew heavier in her chest.
But Kanzou showed not a shred of concern for her terror. Tightening his arm around Mikoto's waist, he spoke with a smile: "Let's go, Mikoto. It's time to reap the rewards of my work."
"Hai, Kan-sama," Mikoto nodded cheerfully. Quite obviously, she understood exactly what he meant and, nodding, led him toward the room where she had left the broken Seiji earlier.
With one arm securely holding Mikoto and the other dragging Kasumi along, Kanzou marched forward, taking her straight to her husband.
"Seiji-san… fufu… those eyes of yours… I do hope you're prepared to lose them."
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Kasumi's knees buckled as she saw the condition Seiji was in. "S-Seiji-san… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" Her voice broke apart, barely recognizable through the horror and grief choking her.
"There's no point trying to talk to him," Kanzou said with a dismissive shrug, eyeing the man barely clinging to consciousness. "He's not even in a state to hear you."
"W-woo… wooo…" Kasumi sobbed uncontrollably. She fought against Kanzou's grip, desperate to reach Seiji. "Let me go… please… I-I just want to—"
"Quiet." Kanzou snapped, clamping a hand over her mouth, clearly irritated by her pleas. But she still thrashed, crying and shaking with desperation.
Ignoring her, he nodded to Mikoto. "Hold her. And keep her silent."
Mikoto obeyed instantly, gripping the chain attached to Kasumi's collar and clamping a firm hand over her mouth. Kasumi fought weakly, but with her limbs bound in chains, she could do little more than tremble helplessly in Mikoto's hold.
Leaning close, Mikoto whispered against her ear in a soft but chilling voice, "Kasumi-san… you should listen to what my Danna-sama is saying. After all, this isn't just about your fate… or your husband's… Your precious Shisui-chan is still in danger. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"
Kasumi's entire body froze. Shisui, being a hostage, flashed through her mind. She hadn't seen him, hadn't heard anything… and the fear clawing at her heart surged until even her sobs died in her throat.
Mechanically, she turned toward Mikoto, pleading silently with her eyes.
Mikoto only smiled, gentle, almost tender, but her words were anything but comforting, "Now… let's see what Kan-sama plans to do with your Danna-sama. You should watch closely."
She forced Kasumi's head forward, making her face Seiji's broken form once more.
Fresh tears rolled down Kasumi's cheeks, her shoulders shaking. But she didn't dare make a sound; the thought of bringing more danger upon her son sealed her voice in her chest.
So she could only cry silently… trapped in fear, shame, and despair.
Meanwhile, Kanzou turned his attention to Seiji.
He crouched beside the bloodied man, leaning in close enough for his whisper to scrape against the last threads of Seiji's consciousness.
"Seiji-san," he murmured, venomously, "Your wife Kasumi-san… she was very moist. I really enjoyed fucking her… and the cherry on top… You were able to watch me fuck her. Did you enjoy it? The sight of me fucking your wife? I had also made sure to give her a creampie… and you know what, she didn't even beg me not to give it to her; rather, she accepted it…"
Seiji didn't respond. His eyes remained glazed and unfocused, like someone already drifting into a coma. But his body… it twitched, a faint, involuntary tremor, and a fresh trickle of blood slipped from his mouth, despite him already having lost far too much.
"Fufu… so you can hear me," Kanzou chuckled. "Well, I'll let you know that although Kasumi-san may be in denial right now… but soon, she'll pass through all five stages and reach acceptance. And when that time comes, she'll willingly bounce on my lap, even beg me to fuck her." His eyes narrowed in amusement. "Tell me, Seiji-san… how does knowing this make you feel?"
Seiji's only response was another mouthful of blood splattering onto the floor.
"Oh?" Kanzou blinked, appearing confused for a moment; however, he soon reacted as if he understood what Seiji was saying. "I see… You can't help but vomit blood from the pain of being greened by me, right?"
"…" Seiji could only twitch in response.
"Well, whatever," Kanzou said casually. "I just wanted to make sure you understood the consequences of betraying me and siding with that cuck, Fugaku. I'd already greened him when I took Mikoto from him… and since you supported him, it's only fair you experience what he felt, right?" He smirked. "So I let you taste it yourself by greening you. This was also necessary for your camaraderie."
He then got back up and dusted his hands off as if he had done something charitable. "You're welcome," he added lightly. "And as for Kasumi-san… don't worry. I'll make sure to fuck her plenty in the future as well."
With nothing left to say, Kanzou dismissed Seiji entirely and reached toward his face.
"Oh, and I'll be taking these eyes as well," he remarked almost conversationally. "They were never meant for you. You were merely the vessel needed to awaken them. And where you're headed… You won't be needing them anyway." His lips curved into a cruel smile. "I'll make sure they're put to good use, perhaps to make Konoha even more chaotic."
He pressed his fingers to Seiji's eye socket and removed the left eye with cold efficiency.
In the shinobi world, eyes, especially Uchiha eyes, could be taken and implanted like replaceable parts. It didn't require exceptional medical skill. And Kanzou, after seventeen years in this world, had amassed more than enough experience handling such things.
Seiji's body convulsed, trembling from the agony as a bloody tear leaked out from the now empty eye socket, but Kanzou paid him no mind as he reached for the other eye.
"And now, Seiji-san is about to lose the remaining eye as well…" Mikoto whispered softly into Kasumi's ear, who trembled watching her husband's other eye being gouged out as well, leaving behind a bloody tear.
After gouging out both eyes, Kanzou didn't spare Seiji another glance. He casually walked over to Mikoto and held his eyes out to her.
"Here. Absorb them."
Mikoto froze in shock. "A-absorb them?" she stammered. "Kan-sama… these are a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan… and you want me to absorb them?"
It wasn't only Mikoto who was stunned; Kasumi was equally shaken. Not just by Kanzou's command, but by the revelation itself.
'Mangekyō…? These are Seiji-san's eyes…? How? When!?'
She had been too overwhelmed during the violation, too lost in terror, shame, and forced pleasure, to notice that Seiji had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan while watching her being defiled. Only now did the horrifying truth sink in.
Mangekyō Sharingan only manifests through overwhelming emotional trauma. For Seiji to awaken it… Kasumi understood exactly what pushed him over the edge. Watching her being violated by Kanzou while being helpless and unable to do anything about it must have shattered him completely.
But alongside that realization came a sharp stab of guilt.
'Why… why didn't I awaken mine?'
She, too, had endured extreme emotional pain. She had been terrified, humiliated, violated, and devastated, yet her eyes never changed.
'Does that mean… I didn't feel as much as he did?'
The thought horrified her. 'No… that can't be… I hated every moment of it…'
But the fact remained, Seiji awakened the Mangekyō. She did not.
Her heart trembled.
'Did I… did I betray Seiji-san not just with my body… but with my heart as well?'
If Kanzou knew what Kasumi was thinking, he'd probably laugh and say, "It's not that complicated, you just don't have the talent for it." After all, not all Uchihas could awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan. And with her chakra sealed to keep her from resisting, the idea was even more far-fetched.
But that wasn't something he cared enough to explain, not that he knew of her thoughts anyway.
Instead, he turned his attention back to Mikoto. Hearing her hesitant question, Kanzou simply shrugged. "I'm well aware these are Mangekyō Sharingan," he said matter-of-factly. "That's exactly why I want you to absorb them."
"B-but…" Mikoto hesitated.
It wasn't that she refused the idea of absorbing them; she was simply unsure.
"Wouldn't it be better to transplant them into one of your subordinates?" she suggested carefully.
These eyes, once implanted, could allow a third Uchiha to use the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan, which would increase the strength of the Clan.
"An Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan is far more valuable than multiple Mangekyō Sharingan," Kanzou replied. Mangekyō eyes inevitably lose their light over time… and unlike the situation he and Mikoto were in, most people had no means of restoring that lost vision. In other words, these eyes would eventually burn out and become useless.
"What if it fails? It would all go to waste…" Mikoto pressed, unable to hide the concern in her voice.
There was no guarantee that Kuninotokotachi could truly push her Mangekyō to evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. Her ocular Jutsu could certainly absorb visual prowess, restoring lost Visual strength and slowly increasing the Visual Prowess… but whether that could trigger a higher evolution was still unproven, a mere theory without evidence.
"Then we test it," Kanzou replied without hesitation.
"T-test it?" Mikoto stared at him in disbelief. Taking such a monumental risk just to test a theory felt reckless.
"Yes," he nodded, as if it were the most obvious choice.
In truth, Kanzou wasn't very concerned. Mangekyō Sharingan were fundamentally different from ordinary Sharingan. Unlike Sharingan, even when a Mangekyō Sharingan's visual prowess was completely depleted, the eyes didn't become useless. They could still be transplanted into another Uchiha, ideally a sibling or close blood relative, with their own Mangekyō, to evolve into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
So, even if Mikoto failed to evolve her eyes now, Seiji's Mangekyō wouldn't be wasted. At worst, its visual prowess would diminish, but the eyes would remain valuable, waiting to be transplanted into Seiji's blood relative.
Seeing her continued hesitation, Kanzou let out a short sigh, "Come on… we don't have all day. The clan members are still waiting for us at the Naka Shrine."
Seeing Kanzou's insistence, Mikoto had no choice but to agree, reluctantly on the outside, but inside her heart fluttered with butterflies and overwhelming affection.
'Kan-sama keeps making me stronger… without caring about anyone else…'
Even if this decision might be considered impractical or wasteful, she could only interpret it one way: 'He must value me more than anyone.'
She bit her lip, struggling not to tear up under the weight of that thought.
It would have been far more beneficial to let another Uchiha in the clan use those eyes, yet Kanzou chose her. How could she not feel cherished? How could she not believe she stood above everyone in his priorities?
Kanzou, completely unaware of her inner monologue, would have rolled his eyes if he heard it, 'Yanderes… their mental gymnastics could win Olympic gold…'
And yet, she wasn't wrong. Kanzou did value Mikoto more than anyone else. She was, in every practical sense, his wife and his second in command. Though he hadn't formally acknowledged it, months spent together, her unwavering devotion, her service, her love, had earned his genuine appreciation.
So yes… perhaps his decision was a little reckless and wasteful, but Kanzou remained firm. Giving Mikoto the chance to evolve her Mangekyō into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan was what he wanted.
Kasumi watched the two silently. She didn't fully grasp their conversation, but she could tell one thing clearly: Kanzou wanted Mikoto to use those eyes, even if it meant taking unnecessary risk.
As for the 'Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan'… she had never heard of such a dōjutsu. But from his tone and quite obvious deduction, she assumed it must be a stage beyond the Mangekyō Sharingan itself.
'There's an evolution above Mangekyō…?' The thought stunned her. She had never heard of such a Dōjutsu.
Following Kanzou's command, Mikoto activated her Mangekyō Sharingan.
At once, the pattern in her eyes spun with power as she called upon her ocular ability, Kuninotokotachi, to absorb the visual prowess contained within Seiji's eyes.
Kasumi and Kanzou both observed closely as Mikoto drew out every last trace of power. And when the process was complete… the pattern in her irises shifted. The three-petaled design was gone, replaced by something more intricate, more profound, more powerful.
'Is that… the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan?' Kasumi stared, breath caught in her throat, marvelling at the transformation in Mikoto's gaze and, at the same time, frozen at the scary pressure they exuded, which made it difficult for her to breathe.
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