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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of sexual assault, coercion, forced sexual acts, non-consensual sexual contact, sexual humiliation, verbal degradation, threats, and psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"Yes… this should be enough lubrication. It's finally time for paizuri," Kanzou commanded in a husky voice.
"I see…" Mikoto murmured, feeling a reluctant tug as she slowed her movements. Disgust churned in her at what she was doing for him, at how it made her feel sick with herself, yet those reactions of his lingered in her mind. Those small, involuntary responses from the man she had once secretly admired tugged at something she didn't want to acknowledge.
Even now, despite the hatred she felt for him, for the violation, for forcing her into these degrading acts, she couldn't deny it. A part of her still wanted to see those reactions again, no matter how much she despised herself for it.
Perhaps her mind had already accepted that there was no escape and was shutting itself down to dull the pain and trauma.
Whatever the reason, it only made her hate herself more.
'I… I can't believe I want to see more of those reactions… I… I'm sorry, Fugaku-sama… it seems… I already…'
"What are you thinking about?" his voice cut in, interrupting her spiralling thoughts. He tilted his head, smiling playfully. "Could it be that you want to keep stroking my cock, Mikoto-san?"
"N-no… I just want to get this over with…!" she replied instinctively. Obviously, she didn't want to admit to the kind of thoughts she was having, especially not to him.
"Really? Are you sure you are not lying to me?" he asked.
"Yes…!" she replied quickly. Though she couldn't meet his gaze as she said that.
"Is that so? Well… I see…" Kanzou nodded, clearly unconcerned with her thoughts. "Since that's the case, and you're not interested in stroking my cock with your hands, then let's move on to what I want. Place my cock inside your bra, position it in the valley between your tits… and then… haah… begin."
"Umm…" nodding softly, she released one hand and tugged at the elastic of her bra again, stretching the fabric to create an opening.
Because of her own nervousness, she ended up stretching more than she needed to, causing her full breasts to spill out at once.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san," Kanzou chuckled, "even though you're shy and reluctant to show me your tits, your tits themselves seem eager to appear before my eyes. It's almost as if they know who owns them…"
"T-that's not true…" she protested, face burning as shame washed over her at how readily her breasts slipped free.
But she quickly forced the embarrassment down, choosing to focus instead on guiding the glistening, swollen head of his penis toward the opening with her remaining hand and lowering her chest until the tip slid into the warm cradle of her cleavage.
Once the head of his penis settled securely in the soft valley of her cleavage, she adjusted quickly, pushing her spilling breasts back into the bra to trap him there.
"Fufu… this warmth and this softness… I like it…" Kanzou murmured, exhaling a pleased sigh as the heat enveloped him. The pressure of her breasts, held firm by the bra's tight support that restricted movement, mimicked a velvet vice, drawing a low hum from his throat.
It even reminded him a little of her pussy… tight in its own way, though the bra couldn't replicate that slick, clenching depth. But breasts were soft by nature, and the novelty alone was more than enough to thrill him.
"Now… hold your tits with your hands, press them inwardly to squeeze my cock, and then, rock them," he commanded, eyes half-lidded with anticipation.
"Ummm…"
Flushed to her roots, she cupped the sides of her breasts with both hands as her palms sank into the soft flesh, which she squeezed inward, pressing them firmly around his buried length. The tube bra tightened its hold, turning her cleavage into a snug, heated tunnel.
Then, with a shaky inhale, she began to move, lifting and lowering her breasts in tentative glides.
"I-is this good?" not really knowing whether she doing it properly or not.
This was her first time doing anything like this, and the nerves showed in every movement. She was performing it for a man who wasn't her fiancé, a man coercing her into this act, and her heart churned with reluctance and resistance. Yet fear kept her body moving.
Her motions remained slow at first, almost mechanical, like a puppet guided by invisible strings.
Each rise and fall made her breasts bounce softly within the bra's confines as she pressed them around his cock.
The motion created the sensation of his length sliding through a heated, velvety tunnel formed by her cleavage, delivering a friction and softness that felt both torturous and intoxicating to him.
Wet, slick sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the bedroom…
Plappp… plakk… happp…
"Aaah… yeah… that's it… Keep going, Mikoto-san. You are doing great… Turns out, you are unexpectedly talented," he exhaled, pleasure rippling through him as her reluctant rhythm drew steady throbs from deep within his core.
And it wasn't just his cock that enjoyed it, his eyes did too. He watched her rock her breasts around his length, the way they moved up, down, and around him within the tight confines of her bra. The way the fabric clung and outlined everything turned the sight into an undeniable visual treat.
Flushed to her core, she kept her eyes lowered, too afraid to meet his gaze, afraid he might praise her for something she wanted no praise for.
What kind of woman would ever want to be complimented for this?
'Oh… look at her. That's Uchiha Mikoto… she's very talented at giving paizuri…'
The imagined words made her cheeks burn even hotter. She didn't want recognition for this type of thing; she just wanted this to be over, at least she told herself this and focused rigidly on the motions, pushing herself to make him finish as quickly as possible.
As she focused on the task, her gaze drifted downward to her own breasts. She noticed that each time she rocked them, the head of his penis peeked out from the valley of her cleavage, striking against the fabric of her bra.
Each impact outlined his shape and dampened the material as the slickness transferred onto the fabric, forming a growing wet spot.
The bra was made from fabric designed to absorb moisture, to soak up sweat and prevent irritation or infection, and that was exactly what it was doing. The problem at the moment was that it didn't just absorb sweat; it also drank in the lubrication along its length, while even her skin absorbed some of the slickness as well.
Bit by bit, the lubrication thinned, making it harder for her to keep her breasts gliding smoothly.
'The saliva… it seems to be drying up…' she realised.
Kanzou, of course, felt it too. The soft, slippery pleasure was fading, replaced by increasing friction. A faint frown tugged at his lips before he instructed, "Use more saliva."
"I… I see…" she murmured. She paused, preparing to pull his penis out from her cleavage. After all, she couldn't spit directly on it, so she would need to spit into her palm again and smear it over him as before.
But Kanzou stopped her. "No need to pull my cock out. Drop your saliva like this…"
"J-just like this?" she stuttered, taken aback as she raised her head to look at him.
He only hummed lightly, "Hmm…" without even looking at her as his gaze was lifted upward, his expression slack with pleasure.
'That wasn't an answer.' For a moment, she wondered if he was toying with her again.
But when he gave no further response, her hesitation stretched long enough to irritate him, "What's wrong? Just get on with it…!"
"Y-yes…" she nodded instinctively.
She lowered her gaze to her breasts, staring at them with nervousness before finally gathering saliva. This time, she didn't dare let a single vengeful thought cross her mind, no disdain, no petty rebellion. She feared him too much for that.
So she simply parted her lips and let the saliva fall gently into the thin gap of her cleavage.
The droplet hit her skin, warm, before sliding down into the bra and trailing down her cleavage, it reached the place where his penis rested.
She felt it trickle there.
Steadying herself, she lifted his shaft slightly over the fabric, using it to smear the saliva around the inner sides of her cleavage before resuming her motions, rocking her breasts again in slow, resigned glides.
Shlick… shlick…
With the wetness restored, the pleasure returned, but the fabric absorbed moisture quickly. She had to repeat the process again and again, and each time she gathered more saliva, her mouth grew drier.
Before long, she couldn't even gather enough saliva.
By now, the fabric of her bra was soaked, so wet it had turned slightly transparent from absorbing so much slickness. Her breasts, and even the length of his penis, were faintly visible through the damp material. But the lubrication simply wasn't lasting; it kept thinning out, refusing to stay on her skin.
She needed more; that much she understood.
But her mouth had gone dry, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't gather enough saliva anymore.
'W-what to do?' she thought, also feeling parched… She wondered if she should tell him about this… but, feeling scared of Kanzou getting angry again, she didn't dare.
Just when she didn't know what to do, Kanzou leaned forward.
"Come here…" he murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face upward.
She didn't even have time to react, didn't have a second to realise what was happening, before he swallowed her lips with his own.
Her eyes flew wide at the sudden kiss. She felt his teeth catch her lower lip, a sharp bite, and then his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
Resistance? Reluctance? Those vanished instantly, devoured by fear. She didn't push back at all, not even when he invaded her mouth, his tongue violating every corner without restraint.
Chu… chu…
His tongue swirled around hers, lapping and coiling erotically as the sounds of his kisses mingled with the wet slaps of soft flesh.
Slrrrpp… Shlick…
Her entire face burned red, her tear-filled eyes turning hazy as her heart pounded faster and faster, so hard that he could feel her heartbeat pulsing against his cock.
Being kissed by him made her feel unbearably hot, her body reacting in ways she hadn't expected. She could feel dampness spreading in her panties from nothing more than that kiss.
'H-how could I… just from a kiss? And f-from him…?'
It was strange, deeply, unsettlingly strange.
It almost felt as though being kissed by him was something she had longed for on a deeper level… but that couldn't be true. After all, she had only ever admired him quietly, from a distance. That admiration wasn't supposed to be this intense, this consuming.
'Why?'
She didn't understand it at all. Lost in the kiss, her thoughts blurred, her eyes drifting half-closed as she felt herself leaning in, returning the kiss without even realising it.
Chu… slrrrpp…
When she began to respond, the once-dominating kiss grew more intense and passionate. She didn't try to take control, she simply yielded, leaning into it more and more, until her breath ran thin and her lungs burned.
Only then did he finally break the kiss.
Instantly, she gasped for air, breathing hard, "Haah… haaah…" Yet despite her trembling, she bit her lip and even leaned forward slightly, as if her body expected him to continue violating her mouth.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san," Kanzou teased, stroking her cheek, "you seem to be getting turned on. Do you enjoy being kissed by a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"H-how could that be? Obviously not…!" she blurted out. But the way her eyes stared at his lips, the way she couldn't break her gaze from them, made the truth far too easy to read.
There was a desire flickering there, no matter how desperately she tried to hide it.
"And is this the truth…?" he asked, in a low and dominant voice.
She couldn't reply. She wanted to deny him, wanted to insist she didn't enjoy being kissed by him at all. Yet her body betrayed her as she bit her lower lip, heat stirring beneath her shame.
'W-why am I feeling this way toward him? Even though… even though he…'
She couldn't understand it. She couldn't even finish the thought.
"It seems you can't give me an answer," he said. "So… how about you simply continue doing exactly what I tell you to?"
He traced a finger over her lips before issuing his next command, "Open your mouth."
She hesitated for a moment before obeying, parting her lips.
Kanzou leaned down, and she instinctively leaned forward as well, expecting another kiss.
But he didn't kiss her.
Instead, he gathered saliva on his tongue and let it drip directly into her open mouth. Then he closed her jaw with his hand and murmured, "Don't swallow it. Use it on my cock."
"Huh?" She froze, stunned. This… this was yet another form of degradation. He could have easily done what he was ordering her to do himself, yet he chose to spit into her mouth and make her drip that onto his penis instead.
Her face burned a deeper shade of red, humiliation pulsing through her.
But she obeyed.
She tilted her head downward and let the saliva he'd given her drip onto her cleavage. It slid downward, disappearing into the bra before coating his cock once more.
"Hmm… that's better…" Kanzou nodded, feeling the slickness return.
But both of them already knew the slickness wouldn't last. Soon enough, she would need to add more… and when that moment came, the cycle would simply repeat.
And of course, it went exactly that way.
Every time the lubrication began to fade, she had to provide more, either by spitting out whatever saliva she could gather on her own or by receiving his saliva in her mouth and using that instead.
'Haah… haaah… t-this is really… humiliating…' she thought, but she was helpless. She didn't dare to refuse him, so she continued.
Shlick… shlick…
With each addition of saliva, or the beads of precum that helped coat him, the entire front of her bra grew completely soaked. It had turned nearly transparent. And with every rock of her breasts, the fabric began to slide downward, exposing more and more of her cleavage.
But what stood out most was the head of his cock, swollen, flushed, and impossible to contain. With every upward motion, it peeked out from between her breasts, slipping free like a beast rising from a calm sea.
Each time she lifted her chest, the head bobbed into view for a heartbeat before she lowered herself again, only for it to reemerge on the next rise, demanding attention, refusing to be hidden.
Her cheeks burned even hotter, and her eyes darted away from the obscene sight of his penis peeking out from between her breasts. Yet she still felt it brush against the underside of her chin during one particularly deep descent.
"!!!"
She felt the slick, heated tip graze her skin, a brief touch that sent a jolt of revulsion racing through her, making her flinch inwardly even as she forced herself to keep her rhythm steady.
'N-no… It's too close,' she thought.
The proximity made her stomach knot; the obscene nearness to her face added yet another fresh layer of degradation she hadn't anticipated.
She tried to angle her head away, to create even a sliver of distance, but the position left her no room to move.
Naturally, he noticed her subtle shift. His eyes sharpened with that familiar predatory gleam.
"Fufu… what's this? Are you shy about my cock getting too close to your pretty face, Mikoto-san? Don't worry… It's only natural for it to peek out like that. After all, it wants to greet you properly."
"I-I don't want this g-greeting…!" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, cheeks burning as she kept her gaze fixed anywhere but on his cock.
But even she could hear how hollow her denial sounded, drowned beneath the steady motion of her hands as she pressed her breasts tighter around him.
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick…!
The sounds grew wetter, more insistent, as she rocked her chest with increasing fervor.
Each glide dragged a low, rumbling groan from him as his hips began to buck faintly upward, matching her rhythm, urging her onward without needing to say a word.
"Ahh… yes… faster, Mikoto-san. Squeeze harder… make it tighter for me," he commanded in a drawled voice.
"Y-yes…" she whispered, obeying. Her fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of her breasts, increasing the pressure until her cleavage clamped around him like a silken fist. Heat built quickly, seeping into her skin, making her own body betray her with faint, unwelcome tingles.
As she quickened her pace, the head of his cock pushed out more boldly, thrusting from the valley of her cleavage towards her chin with every downward push of her breasts.
It kept bobbing into view, again and again, flushed and glistening, veins pulsing along its length before slipping back down the moment she'd lift up her breasts… only to reappear on the next downward stroke.
Each emergence brought it closer… initially, it kept thudding at her chin, but then, as if it had suddenly grown in size, its reach reached higher, and it began grazing her lower lip in a taunting whisper of contact.
'T-this…!' Her breath hitched sharply at the sensation on her lower lip, and she clamped her mouth shut in panic, terrified it might slip inside.
But even with her mouth sealed tight, the tip kept nudging against her lips, persistent and probing, as if trying to force them open.
"Fufu… look at that. My cock's kissing you now, isn't it? Right on your lips… as if it knows you secretly want it there. Tell me, Mikoto-san, don't you want a cock that isn't your fiancé's inside your mouth? Don't you want to suck it?"
She shook her head immediately, whimpering as she did, tiny, frantic motions of denial.
"Ahh… is that so?" he murmured. "Such a shame. I can't help but want to thrust my cock into your mouth."
His right thumb pressed against her lower lip, prying it downward so that his cock could entire inside.
Panic shot through her. She shook her head harder, trembling now, horrified at what he intended.
"N-no…" she managed, her voice cracking under the strain.
Tears welled up again, sliding down her flushed cheeks in trembling paths, but still she refused to open her mouth, determined not to let that inside.
Stroking his penis with her hands and rocking her breasts around it had already humiliated her enough for one day. She didn't want to feel any more degraded than she already did.
"Really? Well, alright… I suppose I won't put it in," he said, sounding as though he were relenting.
She froze, 'He was… relenting?'
She didn't believe it for a second and kept her guard up.
"You wound me, Mikoto-san. Do I look like the type of man who lies and fools others?" he asked lightly, noting her stunned expression.
She wanted to nod, wanted to tell him that was exactly the kind of man she thought he was and that she didn't trust his word at all. But she couldn't say it aloud. So she shook her head instead, still keeping her lips tight.
He chuckled. "It's okay, Mikoto-san… I know you don't trust me… and I guess you are right about that since I'm still thinking about stuffing your mouth with my cock."
Of course. She knew it. She hadn't trusted him at all.
But then Kanzou added, "However… if you can make me cum quickly… I won't stuff my cock in your mouth."
Was he telling the truth? She didn't know, and she didn't dare confirm. Anyway, she already intended to finish this as quickly as possible, so his condition only pushed her to move faster.
In fact, he was telling the truth. He had no intention of forcing his cock into her mouth. Instead, he planned to spill himself across her face, to give her a facial.
'Hahaha… Mikoto-san… you should prepare yourself for the facial I'm about to give you. It's sure to make your beautiful face even more beautiful…'
Shlick…
Shlick…
Shlick…
Soon enough, pleasure coiled tight inside him as he jerked his hips upward with growing force…
"Haa… haa… that's it… just like that… you're going to make me cum soon, Mikoto-san… right on these perfect tits of yours…"
Disgust twisted inside her, him cumming on her breasts? How could that ever be acceptable? Of course, she didn't want that. But it was still better than having his penis inside her mouth.
It's a pith that she didn't know… he not only intended to stain her breasts… but he also intended to stain her beautiful face with his cum.
Unaware, she swallowed the revulsion, let her mind detach, and left her body on autopilot, moving faster, harder, squeezing until her arms ached.
It didn't take long before she felt him swell, growing impossibly thick between her breasts, the veins pulsing hot against her palms. Each time the head emerged, it flared wider, brushing her lips, her nose, leaving sticky touches she couldn't evade.
'P-please… end it… just finish already…' she begged silently, tears blurring her vision as she rocked more desperately, causing the wet sounds to fill the bedroom with a perverse symphony.
Shlick…
Plakk…
Plaaappp…
Fllaappp…
"It's coming…" he groaned, feeling his body tighten with mounting release. Immediately, he slid his hands into her hair, pushing her head down, making her look directly at his cock.
"Mikoto-san… look at my cock," he ordered, voice thick. "Watch it as I stain your face with my cum…"
"N-no…" she tried to deny it, but the moment she opened her mouth, the head of his cock pushed past her lips.
"!!!"
She reacted instantly, clamping her teeth shut and trying to pull back. She failed to retreat because he gripped her head, but the pressure of her clenched jaw stopped him from sliding any further inside.
On the next motion, he drew his hips back, withdrawing just enough to give her a fleeting moment of relief. It didn't last. Almost immediately, he surged forward again.
Terrified, she didn't dare open her mouth. She swallowed every word of resistance, surrendered to his control, and continued holding her breasts tight around him while he used her as he pleased.
And as she looked at his cock, despite not wanting to, she saw it throb violently between her breasts with each thrust. Then, after one final surge, the head slipped free… and then—
"Gaaahhh… cumming…!" he grunted, tightening his hold around her head and pushing it down.
'N… no…' she screamed in her mind, but it was of no use as right before her unwilling, horrified eyes, he came—
Thick, hot ropes of semen burst from him in powerful spurts.
Spurt!
The first jet arced high and splattered across her face in heavy streaks, coating her cheeks, her lips, catching in her eyelashes before dripping down her chin.
Spurt! Spurt!
The second and third painted her neck as the warm seed slid into the hollow of her throat, while more pulsed out to soak her bra, making the already thin, nearly transparent fabric a glistening, obscene mess.
'Please no… I hate this…!' But what was her complaint going to do? What was meant to come out was going to come out…
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Spurt after spurt followed, coating her heaving breasts in erratic bursts, some striking the exposed curves above her bra, others sinking into the valley to mix with sweat and the lingering traces of saliva.
"Damn… I can't stop myself from cumming…" he murmured, his strength draining as his head tipped back. His grip on her loosened at last, allowing her to pull away.
But his release didn't stop. It felt endless, marking her thoroughly, possessively, until the final, weak dribble slid down to her collarbone, leaving her utterly defiled.
"Haaah… haaah…" he panted heavily, his cock still twitching.
Only after the sensations finally faded did he draw a deep breath. At the same time, his length finally softened and slipped free of her bra, streaking cum onto the futon as he looked down at her face, calmly admiring the sight.
A satisfied smirk curled across his lips, "Aaah… haah… fufu… look at you now, Mikoto-san… not just your tits… but also your face is covered in my cum. Do you like the facial I gave you? Gahahaha…"
"…" She didn't respond, rather stayed frozen, her breasts still pressed around his softening length while she reeled from the feeling of having his cum covering not just her breasts but also her face.
'S-so disgusting…!' she thought, feeling his hot and sticky seeds cooling on her skin like a burning brand.
Shame crashed over her in waves, hotter, heavier, mixing with the sticky warmth until she could hardly breathe.
"W-woo… uun…" A soft, choked sob slipped out of her as tears spilled, silent and uncontrolled, mixing with his cum…
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