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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, coercion, forced sexual acts, sexual humiliation, verbal degradation, threats of violence, and psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"For now, focus on my cock… that's all that matters," ordered Kanzou.
"I... I see..." Mikoto murmured, pursing her lips tight against the rising reluctance. Though every instinct screamed to pull away, to shatter this nightmare with a kunai to his throat, she had no choice, none but obedience.
She let out a soft, shaky sigh and pushed herself upright on her knees, leaning closer to him… closer to that monstrous cock. As she approached, its musky, masculine scent hit her nose, making it twitch.
She had never smelled anything like it before. It was unfamiliar, thick, and heated, and it made her feel both uncomfortably hot and deeply disgusted at the same time. After all, this was the scent of a man who was not her fiancé. How could she feel anything but revulsion toward it?
Yet despite the reluctance twisting in her stomach, she reached out a trembling hand toward his cock… only to stop mere centimeters away. Her fingers hovered in the air, quivering, dread rooting her in place.
She had never touched a penis before, not even during the time he violated her. True, that violation transformed her from a virgin to a woman, but during the entire act, she had never once touched his penis with her own hands.
This would be the first time.
And unlike last time, when he had forced his penis inside her vagina, not caring about her reluctance, refusal, fear, and did not give her any say at all, this time she was the one extending her hand.
Yes, it was under coercion and threat from him, but the motion itself was hers; she was acting, not simply being acted upon.
This made her feel more ashamed…
She felt that once her skin met that throbbing, twitching heat, wrapped around the hardness of a man who wasn't her fiancé... she'd cross the line she didn't want to cross and there'd be no erasing it, no pretending this violation hadn't scarred her soul.
She didn't want such a violation to scar her.
Just as she began to waver, Kanzou's voice cut through her hesitation, "Mikoto-san, you're not hesitating, are you? I doubt my hand would hesitate that much if it came to driving a blade into Tadayoshi-sama's heart."
The threat snapped her back to reality, reminding her exactly what was at stake and what her hesitation could cost. She quickly answered, "N-no… I'm not hesitating at all…"
"Really? Then I suppose it was my mistake," Kanzou said with a smirk. "I'm glad you're not hesitating. Go on, then… continue."
"Y-yes… Kanzou-sama," she replied, lowering her head. Bitterness curled through her thoughts. 'It's not as if I have a way back anyway…'
The line had blurred long ago. From the moment he violated her, her body had already been claimed by him. And with her Sofu-sama's life held over her head… what did her own shame, her reluctance, her fears matter?
Convincing herself of the grim truth, she bridged those final centimeters, wrapping her dainty fingers around his thickness.
With that, she had crossed the line…
The moment she gripped the penis, it twitched in her palm, a bead of precum seeped out of the urethra, dripping down, and slid against the foreskin.
At the same time, she felt it all, the unnatural warmth pulsing against her fingers, the unyielding hardness that her hand coiled around, the subtle throb of veins like a living threat.
'I-it's not only very big but also very thick...' she thought, noting that her hand barely encircled half his girth as her fingers strained to meet, and failed.
"Mikoto-san, how does it feel to hold a cock belonging to a man who isn't your fiancé?" he asked playfully, clearly trying to provoke a reaction from her.
She didn't answer. She kept her head down, refusing to respond to such a question.
Of course, Kanzou wouldn't tolerate her silence.
Cha!
A sharp crack echoed as he struck her back again, leaving another stinging mark across her lower spine. She trembled, and his voice cut in, "Did I not ask you a question?"
Fighting back a whimper, she forced out a trembling reply, "I-it… feels good…"
Of course, it was a lie.
How did she truly feel? Pure, overwhelming disgust, especially with that musky scent clinging to him. The urge to retch rose in her throat… but would she dare?
"Hm? Really?" he asked, tilting his head. "If it feels good, then why does your face look like you're about to vomit?" His eyes narrowed. "Or… are you lying to me?"
"N-no… I'm not lying… it… it feels good… It's just that I have never h-held anything like it before… so… so I got distracted… b-but… it feels really good… really good to hold your penis in my hand, Kanzou-sama," she stammered, forcing the words out. She even tried to smile, though the expression twisted awkwardly on her face.
Yet because of how beautiful she normally was, and how shaken she looked now, which, when combined with her half-naked state… that strained, ugly smile took on a different kind of vulnerability that only heightened his arousal.
His cock twitched, and she felt the faint movement against her palm and realised, with a sick twist in her stomach, that her distress only seemed to amuse him.
And she was right, he wanted more of it.
"Is that so? I see… then I must have misunderstood," Kanzou said lightly before that playful smile appeared again, and he followed up with another question. "Tell me, Mikoto-san… between me and your fiancé, whose cock would you rather be holding right now?"
"Huh?" She hadn't expected that question at all, and for a moment she was completely stunned.
"I know, you haven't even seen Fugaku-san's, so you don't really know much about it. But if you had the option… whose cock would you choose? Mine… the man who violated you… Or your fiancé's?" he asked with a smirk.
"Wh-why are you even asking something like this?" she whispered, trembling as she bit her lip. She had never imagined he would pose such a question.
Her question earned her another sharp slap across the back.
Cha!
His voice dropped as he said, "I asked a question. Your only job is to answer it. I did not permit you to question me in return."
Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill as the sting across her back throbbed. Her hand even faltered in its grip as a small whimper escaped her. She looked up at him, hate, reluctance, and fear tangled together in her gaze.
"The answer," he reminded her coldly.
"Y-your penis, Kanzou-sama," she replied, flinching in fear.
"Hm? Really?" Kanzou mocked. "You'd hold on to my cock over the man you're supposed to marry? Mikoto-san, do you like my cock that much?"
Shame burned through her at the words she had just spoken. She wanted to take them back, deny them outright, but fear of him stopped her. In the end, she only managed a small, trembling nod. "Y-yes…"
He laughed softly, clearly delighted. "I'm glad… truly glad."
His voice then lifted, as he spoke to a man who wasn't even around, "Fugaku-san, your fiancée would rather hold my cock in her hand than yours… Gahahahahaha… I wonder what you'd think if you heard that. Would you cough up blood? At the very least, your head would become heavier from a green hat, wouldn't it?"
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At the same time, somewhere in the Uchiha Compound—
Fugaku, who was accompanied by Elder Tadayoshi and a couple of subordinates, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. At the same time, a heavy pressure settled in his head, making his brow tighten.
'What is this…? Why does my head feel so heavy?' he wondered, pressing a hand to his temple. The sensation made no sense.
His reaction immediately caught the attention of Elder Tadayoshi and Shinkurō.
"Fugaku-kun… are you feeling alright?" Tadayoshi asked with concern.
"It's nothing you need to worry about," Fugaku replied coldly, barely sparing him a glance.
Elder Tadayoshi pursed his lips, dissatisfied with the young man's cold attitude. This wasn't the first time Fugaku had spoken to him so curtly; in fact, it had been happening for quite some time now, for reasons Tadayoshi still couldn't fully grasp.
'It's as if he's unhappy about something…' he thought, yet the source of Fugaku's dissatisfaction eluded him. He did have a suspicion, though. 'It must be related to Dōma-san… and perhaps Ren as well…'
After all, Tadayoshi hadn't been able to offer Fugaku much assistance in resolving those matters in his favor, and that failure to win against Kanzou must weigh heavily on him.
A quiet sigh escaped him. 'I hope things settle soon…'
But he knew they wouldn't, not until a new Patriarch was chosen. Until then, unrest was inevitable.
'I suppose all I can do is support him however I can… hopefully, that'd be enough,' he decided.
And naturally, his willingness to support Fugaku stemmed from the fact that this young man was betrothed to his granddaughter.
Unfortunately for Tadayoshi, he had no idea that this very granddaughter was, at that moment, in her bedroom with Kanzou, caught in a situation far beyond anything he could imagine.
And Fugaku, for his part, remained just as unaware… oblivious to the invisible 'green hat' that had begun darkening a shade without him even noticing.
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Back in Mikoto's bedroom, his taunting, derogatory, mocking words cut into her. Most of all… the bringing up of her fiancé's name… while he forced her to say that she'd choose his penis over her fiancé's.
Shame crashed over her so heavily she wanted to run, to hide, to vanish from the world entirely.
But all of that was swept aside when Kanzou, still laughing, tapped the stinging spot on her back.
"Very well, Mikoto-san… go on. Give the cock of the man who isn't your fiancé the attention he demands. I'm still waiting."
She bit her lip hard, feeling an uncontrollable urge to burst into tears… it was really getting more and more difficult to hold them.
But she forced her mind not to think about other things and focus only on finishing the task quickly, so she could finally be alone, collapse onto her futon, and cry her heart out where no one could see.
"F-For… Paizuri," she whispered, her voice thin and unsteady as she tried to piece together what she was supposed to do.
But her mind refused to cooperate. Humiliation, emotional strain, and sheer psychological pressure crashed over her all at once, wiping her thoughts clean.
Even as a kunoichi, an elite Jōnin trained to stay composed in the harshest situations, she found herself unable to think straight. In this moment, even figuring out how to carry out the task he demanded felt impossibly difficult.
She needed direction, an instruction, anything. Only then would her mind start working again, letting her figure out what to do next. But until that guidance came, she remained frozen, unable to figure out what to do.
Kanzou seemed to understand her situation, and he guided her calmly, "You need to place my cock in the valley of your tits."
"I… I see…" she whispered, her voice fragile, and prepared to do just that.
But he added, "And don't take off your bra. Your tits aren't big enough to give me a proper paizuri without support, so rely on that bra of yours."
Hearing him criticise her breasts as 'not big enough,' her heart twisted with indignant fury.
'Well, I'm sorry for not being big enough…!'
Her hatred for him only deepened.
First of all, he is forcing her into this degrading situation, making her give him a paizuri, and on top of that, he is criticizing her body that she isn't big enough!
As if it were her fault for not fitting his standard.
If he truly thinks that her breasts aren't big enough for what he wants, then why force this on her at all? It wasn't as though she wanted to give him a paizuri to begin with…!
Moreover, her breasts aren't small—they are D-cups and 86.4 cm big in terms of measurement, and that's a pretty good size… definitely above average.
Although she wasn't someone who flaunted her breasts and, in fact, preferred to keep them covered, avoiding attention from anyone, male or female, that didn't mean she lacked pride in them.
Even if such pride might be considered vain, and even if the occasional backache was a real nuisance, it still didn't stop her from feeling quietly proud of her proportions.
She knew perfectly well that her breasts were beautiful and full, the kind that would inspire envy in many women, even if she never sought to draw eyes to them herself.
The only problem is that they aren't big enough to wrap around his horse-like monstrosity of a cock...
'Who told you to have a penis like that of a horse...!' she cursed.
Indeed, rather than her breasts not being big enough, it was the absurd size of his penis, that obscene size that no woman deserved to be violated with.
Of course, all her anger stayed locked inside.
Outwardly, when he asked, "Do you have something to say?"
She swallowed her frustration, "N-nothing…"
"In that case, get on with it," Kanzou said coldly and didn't forget to add another slap on her back.
She could only ignore the sting and obey, "U-Understood…"
With that, she tugged at the elastic underbust of her tube bra with shaky fingers, creating a gap wide enough for his penis to slide in, then began to guide it inside.
"Ah... but wait... first, there's something else that needs to be done... before you shove my cock between your tits..." Kanzou added suddenly, halting her.
With her hand still hovering over his cock, she lifted her teary gaze at him in confusion… wondering what else was needed to be done…
"There's a need for lubrication, you know... otherwise, the movement wouldn't be smooth... and it wouldn't be pleasurable either..." he explained.
"Lu-lubrication?" she stuttered, glancing down at his cock and noticing the bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Kanzou nodded as if reading her thoughts, confirming the inevitable. "Yes... spread that precum around... over my entire cock..."
Hearing that instruction, a fresh wave of reluctance clashed with her rising revulsion, but as she had understood already, she had no choice except to obey.
"I… I see," With a shaky breath, she uncurled her fingers and scooped up the warm, sticky bead gathered at the tip of his cock.
Instantly, the viscous, slimy fluid clung to the skin, coating her fingers in a way that made her stomach churn.
'C-can't vomit…' She fought hard to keep the nausea off her face because she knew that if he noticed her revulsion, he would twist it into fresh torment. So she kept her head bowed, eyes fixed on the penis, and smeared the precum along his length in hesitant strokes, making the skin shine.
It was just that—
"I-it's not enough…" she whispered, lifting her gaze for a moment.
Even after spreading several drops around his shaft, it was obviously insufficient, nowhere near enough to ease the friction.
"Use your saliva," Kanzou said lazily, unsurprised.
"M-my saliva?" she echoed, stunned and disbelieving.
She had never imagined he would ask for something so degrading to be done to him, and for a moment she wondered whether it was a joke, or a test to see if she would dare go through that length.
'I… I have to spit on him?'
Being spat on was one of the most derogatory, insulting acts imaginable. A man like Kanzou, arrogant, narcissist, sadist, and dominant, allowing anyone… especially her, a toy of his, to spit on him? It felt impossible. She couldn't believe he would actually permit something so demeaning.
But his expression stayed calmly indifferent, no hint of trickery, leaving her with a single, unsettling thought, 'H-he really wants me to do it?'
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't convince herself it was truly allowed… yet the temptation to do so tugged at her.
The mere thought of spitting on him, marking this filthy penis with her disdain and disgust, sent a dark, forbidden satisfaction through her.
He had raped her, dragged her into this nightmare, and even now, he was forcing her to stroke his penis, breaking her piece by piece in ways she could never undo.
So, now she had the chance to spit on him… on that penis, the very one that had violated her.
She really wanted to do it. She knew it would feel good, cathartic, even.
Her breath quickened as she giggled inwardly at the idea of some revenge, regardless of how petty. 'Finally, something to throw back at you… You monster.'
And since it was what he told her to do… obviously, he can't blame her or punish her for it, right? Right?
"S-since it's to coat your p-penis…" she muttered, offering the flimsiest excuse as she gathered saliva on her tongue and parted her lips, ready to let it fall onto his length, marking it with her disdain.
But just as she leaned in, she heard a low, amused chuckle. "Fufu~"
"!!!" She froze instantly, and her heart thudded.
That lazy chuckle sharpened into something knowing, predatory, as if he had looked straight into her vengeful thoughts, waiting for the moment she dared to defy him so he could crush her for it.
Panic spiked cold through her veins. 'N-no… he's testing me… he would definitely not let this slide…'
Desperate, she tried to pull back and clamp her lips shut mid-spit, but it was already too late.
Pthhhh!
The saliva slipped free, falling in a messy glob onto his shaft, with stray rivulets splattering his balls, his thighs, and even her own hand… some had even clung to her chin before sliding down.
She must have looked ridiculous, pitiful, even. She knew it; she could picture it perfectly, and it made her feel humiliated.
But none of that mattered. What terrified her was his reaction… that was the only thing she cared about. At the very least, she expected a slap across her back, just like the many he'd already given her, leaving her skin red and throbbing.
But nothing came.
Instead, he let out an amused chuckle. "Yare-yare, Mikoto-san… look at the mess you've made. I wonder why you ended up flapping your lips like a duck…?"
"C-caught off guard…" she replied, offering an excuse she knew wouldn't be accepted so easily. After all, she was certain he already knew the real reason.
"Is that so? Well, I suppose it happens…" he said lightly, accepting her excuse. Then patting her back, he added, "First times lead to plenty of mistakes. You can still gather all that saliva and use it to coat my cock."
The words stunned her into silence. Was he really letting it slide? Encouraging her to continue?
She didn't believe for a moment that he was the type to overlook something like this.
If not for his condescending tone, she might have mistaken it for gentleness, but of course, that wasn't it at all.
The truth hit her with nauseating clarity: he was entertaining himself.
He entertained himself by toying with her and watching her make a fool of herself.
Entertained by how her petty revenge had backfired upon her and how she ended up humiliating herself, instead.
Fresh shame flooded her.
He had watched her make a fool of herself, chasing the illusion of petty revenge just to watch it collapse. The amused smile playing on his lips was all the confirmation she needed.
Hatred burned hotter in her chest, tangled with the rising urge to cry, 'Damn you… damn you…'
But she only nodded mutely, not daring to wipe the tears welling in her eyes.
With trembling fingers, she gathered the scattered saliva and smeared it along his length in long, reluctant strokes.
"Make sure to use both hands…" he instructed.
She obeyed with a soft whimper, bringing her other hand forward. Both palms slid over him now, slick and hesitant, coating every ridge and vein in long, slow strokes.
Shlick... shlick...
The wet sounds filled the air, each one a sharp reminder of what she was doing.
She was stroking a man's penis, coating it with her own saliva, preparing it for a paizuri she would give him with her own breasts. And this man wasn't even her fiancé.
Shame curled tight in her chest. She felt cheap… degraded… as if she were nothing more than some low, disposable woman.
Wooo…
The thought made the tears spill harder.
'I… I am not some cheap woman…' she told herself.
But her quiet cries went completely ignored as he issued another instruction, "Use more saliva."
In fact, he didn't just ignore her cries; he dug his fingers into the already stinging skin of her back, deliberately provoking more pain, more tears.
As a sadist, another's pain, struggle, and humiliation were his true entertainment.
So of course… he wanted to make her cry even more.
As for her, even with tears sliding down her cheeks, she still complied. "Wooo… uun…"
She gathered another mouthful of saliva, but unlike before, she didn't try to spit it directly onto his penis. She felt certain that he'd not let it slide a second time… so she didn't dare take a risk and decided to play it safe and spat it into her own palm, as if disgusted with herself at what she was doing.
Phtooo!
She looked at the saliva in her palm with tearful eyes before using it to smear his length, lubricating it, and repeated the action again and again until his shaft glistened completely, so much so that even his balls had begun to gleam under her touch, and his length began to pulse under her movement.
"Aaah…" he groaned in pleasure, his hips giving an involuntary twitch. "Mikoto-san… despite being inexperienced, you're surprisingly good at giving hand jobs…"
Despite this being her first, and despite the coercion behind it, she moved with unexpected deftness. Her innate gentleness shaped each stroke, turning them almost tender, coaxing sighs from him he hadn't anticipated.
'Fufu… even though she hates me, she's still so gentle to me… hmm… as expected of her… this is the Uchiha Mikoto,' he mused, releasing another breathy sigh.
Perhaps only a woman like her who would dare to be gentle to her own abuser and assaulter, would give birth to a man who would politely knock on the door of the very person he is tasked to kidnap.
In response to his praise, teary Mikoto pursed her lips, not wanting to be praised for something so derogatory… yet, strangely, she didn't hate hearing it.
Even though the praise was for something so degrading, it was still better than painful slaps that'd make her flinch or heart-wrenching humiliation that'd make her want to disappear. Moreover, the praise eased her fear just enough that she stroked him more carefully, more tenderly, and more delicately as wet sounds echoed in the bedroom.
Shlick... shlick...
It didn't take her long to identify the sensitive area. From time to time, she pushed the foreskin down and circled her fingers around the underside of his cock's head, deliberately stimulating that most responsive spot, watching closely as his expression shifted each time she touched it.
'The expression he makes when I circle this spot,' she thought, even noting that he looked unexpectedly cute at those moments. A part of her couldn't help but want to see more of those reactions.
The thought made her stomach twist, and she felt sick of herself, 'Wh-what am I thinking?'
Shame washed over her at the realization, but even so, her hands didn't stop moving.
Chupaa… shupaa…
"Hmmm…" He hummed from her touches that drew unexpected sensations through his nerves, sensations tempting enough that he almost considered abandoning the paizuri altogether.
The handjob alone felt dangerously good. Her gentle, deliberate strokes caressed him in ways far deeper than he had expected.
He could even feel desire tightening in his balls, a pressure building that urged him to release.
But the objective was paizuri, after all, and his heart craved that as much as his body did. So naturally, he wanted to move on.
Feeling his cock slick enough with veins pulsing hot beneath her palms, he shifted slightly and commanded in a husky voice, "Yes… This should be enough. It's finally time for paizuri."
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