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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, coercion, forced sexual acts, sexual humiliation, verbal degradation, threats, and psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"Well then, let's start by getting rid of that blouse. Take it off… and let me see your beautiful tits."
Hearing that instruction, Mikoto stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as heat flooded her cheeks. The words weren't subtle at all, crude, demanding, stripping away any pretense of gentleness, and the shame twisted deep in her gut, making her fingers curl into fists at her sides.
She'd have preferred... no, she dreaded it, but a kiss first might have muddled her thoughts, blurred the edges of this nightmare with something almost tender. At least then, her mind could fog over, make the rest easier to bear... but of course, that wasn't his intent.
Kanzou's eyes gleamed with that familiar, predatory intent as he watched his cornered prey.
Seeing her frozen there, he grew impatient and spoke harshly, "What are you standing there for? Go on... remove that blouse."
"R-removing... I am removing..." she stammered, dreading his harsh tone and bit her lip hard. And feeling his gaze upon her, reluctance warred with the fear knotting her chest.
Left with no choice, she reached for the hem of her blouse, then, with fumbling fingers, she gripped the soft fabric and began to pull it upward.
The material dragged slowly over her soft and smooth skin, inch by inch, exposing the fair, smooth plane of her stomach along with her navel to his gaze.
Kanzou licked his lips slowly, hunger flashing in those abyss-black eyes as he appreciated the sight of her dipping navel.
He even made sure to let her know what he was thinking in that moment, "Mikoto-san, you have such a sexy stomach… and that cute navel, I can't help but want to tease it."
"W-what are you saying?!" she stammered in a voice pitched her than normal. Quite obviously, she felt ashamed, which was apparent from the heat blazing across her skin. In her flustered state, she even ended up yanking the fabric higher in her haste. The motion flattened her abdomen taut as the faint, delicate outline of her ribs peeked subtly from her sides.
"I am just appreciating your beauty..." Kanzou shrugged, unrepentant, and his gaze never wavered as he urged her on calmly. "And come on... just get rid of that blouse already... I want to see your tits."
Though every fiber screamed resistance, Mikoto pulled it over her head in one jerky motion before the fabric whispered free from her body as she dropped it aside.
With the blouse gone, a chill brushed against her skin, making her shiver, but it wasn't the cold air that made her tremble. It was Kanzou's gaze.
Naturally, his eyes went straight to her chest. Or rather, they wanted to, but the layer of fabric still covering her breasts kept him from fully admiring the sight.
It wasn't the lace bra she had worn last time. Instead, it was—
"Oh? You're wearing a tube bra, hm?" he murmured, his gaze slowly tracing the band of strapless black fabric that hugged her breasts.
She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, wanting to shield herself from his predatory eyes, and stammered, "I-it's just… more comfortable and breathable to wear at home..."
Since she hadn't planned to step out today, lounging in quiet solitude... or so she'd thought.
"I didn't ask for an explanation…" Kanzou chuckled, his tone teasing as he looked at her. "Tell me… did you think this was too uncouth, and wanted to present yourself in more refined lingerie instead? And since you couldn't, you felt the need to justify it…?"
"T-that's not true at all!" she protested quickly. Flustered, she cursed herself inwardly for bringing it up in the first place. 'Why did I even say that? Idiot…'
"Well, if you say so…" Kanzou replied lightly. "Now, move your hands. I want a proper look at that tube bra around your tits." His tone framed it as a request, but it was unmistakably an order.
The sight wasn't exactly what he'd expected, but he didn't care; he intended to burn it into his memory regardless.
Mikoto, however, shrank in embarrassment. She folded her arms even tighter, palms pressed firmly against the swell of her breasts in a desperate attempt to cover herself.
Yet under his hot, focused, lustful gaze, it felt completely useless; she felt naked even with her arms still there.
"You know… there's really no point in hiding them," Kanzou said with an amused smile. "Considering what I did with your tits last time…"
His words dragged her mind straight back to their last encounter in her bedroom, how he had pinned her beneath him, squeezing, sucking, pinching, biting, slapping her… along with doing anything and everything he pleased with her breasts.
The memory made her cheeks burn. She lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the eye.
Shame tightened her throat, but she still managed to force out a trembling whisper. "P-please… s-since you've already seen them… th-then there wouldn't be anything new, right? So… please don't make me remove it…"
She clung to that fragile hope, praying her plea might sway him, might allow her at least this thin scrap of modesty amid the ruin awaiting her.
Kanzou tilted his head, surprised she actually dared to make such a request. For a moment, he considered refusing her outright… even punishing her for the audacity. But ultimately, he decided otherwise and nodded with exaggerated generosity.
"Alright then… I'll allow it. You can keep your tube bra on, and keep your tits hidden."
"R-really?" Her eyes widened, a flicker of stunned relief breaking through her dread. She had asked on impulse, never truly expecting him to agree… yet, unexpectedly, he had.
"Of course," he nodded. "If that's what you want, I'm perfectly fine with it."
Now this made her realise something was wrong. Kanzou agreeing so easily, saying he was perfectly fine with whatever she wanted, that wasn't like him at all. After all, he was the kind of person who violated her even as she begged and pleaded… someone who took pleasure in her suffering. How could a man like that possibly say something as gentle as, 'I'm fine with whatever you want'?
Uneasy, she lifted her gaze to him. And in that instant, her fragile hope curdled. The look in his eyes made it unmistakably clear that he wasn't done speaking.
And as expected, Kanzou's next words made her body tense all over again.
"You can keep it on… and give me a paizuri."
"P-paizuri?" Mikoto echoed, the word tumbling out in a mix of shock and shame as her face drained of colour, and then flushed even hotter.
Of course, she knew what it meant: the degrading act of pressing her breasts around a man's cock, sliding, stroking, milking him with her chest. She had never imagined he would ask for something so shameless… so vulgar.
For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should have taken the bra off after all, bared everything before him, and perhaps avoided this new kind of degradation he now demanded from her.
But it was too late; the order had already been given, unavoidable and absolute. Refusal wasn't an option.
She didn't believe that even if she begged him not to make her do it, he would ever agree. Worse, she feared he might demand something even more degrading in return. She was certain of it, after all, her suffering was what he enjoyed most.
"You don't mind, do you, Mikoto-san?" His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
'Of course, I mind! I don't want to!' she thought, biting her lip. Yet she dared not express what she really thought and lowered herself to her knees beside him on the tatami mat.
That action was enough to tell him that she agreed.
As soon as she knelt, Kanzou reached out for the curve of her backside and spread his fingers, caressing her buttocks with slow, lazy ownership.
Mikoto stiffened at the touch. "Aaah…" A startled gasp slipped from her lips as the unwelcome caress prickled across her backside.
Discomfort and reluctance tightened her chest, but she had no courage to swat the hand away, so she forced herself to endure it in silence.
Trembling from the sensations of his large, powerful fingers gliding over the bare skin of her back, she forced herself to look at him and happened to immediately notice the growing bulge straining against his trousers in the crotch area.
Heat flooded her face, and she quickly averted her eyes, "P-Please… take out your th-thing…"
"Thing? Is that what you should call it?" Kanzou asked, raising an eyebrow, right before his hand snapped down in a sharp, stinging slap across the bare skin of her back.
Cha!
Mikoto jolted, and a yelp strangled in her throat. "Aaah…"
Heat bloomed across her skin as her body tensed under his palm.
She could also feel the dangerous edge in his tone, his displeasure at her avoiding the vulgar word he wanted to hear when referring to his thing.
"S-sorry…" she whispered.
"Hm." He stroked the tingling flesh, making her gasp, but uncaringly, he asked, "Since you know you were wrong, then tell me… what should you call it?"
Shame tightened her throat, but fear forced the words out. "P-penis…" she murmured, barely audible.
"I didn't hear properly," he said, and another sharp slap cracked across her bare skin.
Cha!
"Aaahhh…." She trembled as a new red mark blossomed across her back. Wincing at the sting, she choked out, "P-Penis…!" Certainly better than the last time, but still not enough.
"Louder." His hand came down again, sharper, as the sound of the slap echoed through the room.
CHA!
"PENIS!" she cried, the word bursting out in a mortified sob, her cheeks blazing as she trembled beneath his hand.
"Penis what?" he pressed, though his hand didn't stop caressing the stinging region.
"P-please… t-take out your p-penis…!" she finally begged, her voice cracking with shame, tears pricking her eyes from humiliation and burn alone.
He chuckled darkly, savoring her surrender. "Begging a man who isn't your fiancé to take out his cock… Mikoto-san, you are such a shameless woman."
Tears pricked her eyes as she looked up at him with murder in her eyes, "You—!"
Indignation flared inside her, 'Who wants you to do that?!'
"What? Didn't you just beg me to take out my cock? Or did I mishear you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes dangerously as if daring her to deny it.
Would she dare? If it were only her own life at risk, perhaps she might… but with her grandfather's life hanging in the balance, she had no courage to defy him. Swallowing her courage, she lowered her head and nodded in humiliation. "Y-yes… I… I begged for it, Kanzou-sama… P-please forgive me for being such a s-shameless… woman."
"Fufu… I knew it. You really are a shameless woman," he laughed, clearly pleased with her submission. His hand continued to glide over her skin as he added, "But don't worry, Mikoto-san… I prefer the woman I'm about to fuck to be a little shameless. I'll allow it."
He paused then, his tone darkening as he leaned in slightly.
"But that shamelessness…" he murmured dangerously, "…you will show it only in front of me. No one else. Understand? Not even in front of your fiancé. Otherwise, I will not be held responsible for the consequences."
Looking into those eyes, she knew that he was very serious, and gulping, she nodded, "I… I understand, Kanzou-sama…"
"Good…" he nodded, satisfied. Then his expression eased, though his tone remained firm. "Now beg me again."
She exhaled shakily and obeyed, even as the act of begging him made her chest tighten with discomfort. "K-Kanzou-sama… please take out your p-penis… for paizuri…"
"That's it. A good start," he said with a smirk. And as if rewarding her obedience, he delivered another appreciative slap, the sharp impact pulling a yelped moan from her lips.
Cha!
The repeated slaps made it harder and harder for her to hold back her sounds…
'Please… just let this end quickly…' She prayed he would just take out his cock already and end this humiliating farce before she completely shattered.
'N-no… how could I even think like that?' Yet another part of her recoiled, wishing desperately that this was all a nightmare, that she would wake in her bed gasping, finding none of it real.
But reality wasn't kind. It was cruel and unyielding, at least hers was. And Kanzou's next words twisted the knife even deeper, "Shouldn't you be taking out my cock yourself?"
"M-me?" she echoed, pointing at herself in confusion.
"If not you, then who?" he shot back with a smirk. "Do you see another woman here?"
He glanced around the bedroom theatrically, then shrugged. "It's clearly just the two of us… and since you're the one begging for my cock, it only makes sense that you take it out of my trousers. Right, Mikoto-san? You're going to do it, aren't you?"
It sounded like a question, but it wasn't one. It was an order that she couldn't refuse at all.
She felt helpless, and the urge to cry clawed at her throat from what he was telling her to do.
At the same time, his hand hadn't stopped toying with her… currently, his fingers were prying at the bands of her skirt, trying to slide inside. Even when they couldn't, they didn't give up and continued to pry—patient, deliberate, and insistent, applying pressure as if slowly creating a gap for themselves to push in.
The slow, deliberate intrusion made her understand what was inevitable.
And just as that dread settled in, his reminder slipped out, casual, yet cutting like a blade.
"By the way… when will Tadayoshi-sama return? We should finish before he gets back, shouldn't we? Or… do you not mind him discovering the shameless things you're doing with a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"!!!" His words ignited fresh panic, urgency piling atop her dread.
'Yes… Sofu-sama…!' The thought of him returning, finding Kanzou in her bedroom, on her futon, with her half-undressed and his hand on her naked skin—
There would be no explanation.
No forgiveness.
The consequences would be unthinkable, shattering her world beyond repair.
She couldn't allow that, not even for a moment.
Swallowing her hesitation and reluctance, she forced her trembling fingers toward the hooks of Kanzou's trousers.
"O-open… please open…" she muttered, fumbling clumsily as her trembling fingers struggled with the hooks. Each attempt felt heavier, more desperate than the last. The clasp slipped once… twice… a third time.
Kanzou watched in amused silence, letting her struggle until she finally managed to unhook them and tug the fabric downward with frantic motions.
"P-please… lift yourself…" she whispered, eyes fixed on the floor.
"Of course," he replied, casually lifting his hips to let her pull his trousers down to his ankles.
In her haste, she didn't bother removing them completely. It didn't matter.
With his trousers finally out of the way, her gaze fell to his boxers, another barrier she needed to remove.
But when she looked directly at his crotch, she froze. "Th-this is…"
The massive tent straining against the thin fabric stunned her. There was also a small, darkened patch marked on the cloth, another unmistakable sign of his arousal.
She hadn't even freed his penis yet, and already she could see the sheer size of it. Fear crawled up her spine… but she had no choice.
With trembling fingers, she hooked the waistband of his boxers and began to pull them down as well.
With the coordinated lift of his hips, she managed easily and freed his cock as it sprang out in its full, intimidating length.
As expected from the state of the tent earlier. He was already almost erect, and drops of crystal clear precum were beading out from the tip.
Seeing his cock fully exposed, Mikoto's fear spiked. 'I-it's really too big…!' she thought, horrified.
This wasn't the first time she had seen it. When he violated her last time, she had not only seen it, she had felt it forced inside her vagina.
Of course, she had also begged him not to put it in, but as expected of Kanzou… he had only laughed at her begging and still shoved it in.
But back then, she'd only caught its sight from a little distance, blurred by tears and shock. It can also be said that she had felt its size more than she saw it.
Now her face was close… far too close. She could see every detail, every vein, every contour, every impossible inch with terrifying clarity. His erection stood firm and imposing, not like an ordinary cock but like a spear, radiating a fierce intent to pierce through every barrier in its path, even the heavens themselves.
And the reality of just how big his penis truly was made her stomach twist in fear. Just from looking at it, she felt intimidated and was reminded of the pain she still ached from.
'H-how did such a big thing even fit inside me?' she couldn't help but wonder, a shiver racing down her spine at the memory of that impossible stretch.
As painful as it had been, this very penis had been shoved inside her before… and somehow, she had managed to take it. For a moment, she found herself stunned by her own body. Her vagina had accepted something like this? It defied logic, made no sense at all.
But it was the truth.
Catching her unable to look away from his penis, Kanzou chuckled teasingly. "Fufu… do you like my cock that much, Mikoto-san?"
"N-no… It's too big… It's scaring me…" she quickly said in defense and tore her gaze away.
"It's only scary for bad, disobedient girls," Kanzou replied smoothly. "For good and obedient girls… It's the best treat in the world."
But to be honest, a cock that size was agony for any woman, but what did that matter to a sadist like him? Their cries, their tears, the burn and stretch of pain… that was the real pleasure.
"Good girls… obedient girls…?" she whispered, unsure how to respond.
"Don't worry... you'll understand all of that in time," said Kanzou, telling her not to worry about that for now, and with glinting eyes, he traced his hand on her ass, sending unwelcome shivers up her spine, as he commanded her, "For now, focus on my cock… that's all that matters."
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