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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of rape, forced penetration, sexual assault, coercion, physical violence, threats to life, sexual humiliation, non-consensual orgasms, and severe psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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"Kanzou-sama… I-I'm c-cumminnnnnggg… againnnnn…"
Splrrt! Squelch~
Her mind went completely blank as another orgasm tore through her, flooding her senses white.
"Now's not the time to lose consciousness, Mikoto-san… I'm not finished administering your treatment yet," he said, slapping her ass roughly as he continued to thrust, forcing her back toward awareness.
Cha! "Come on, wake up…"
Cha! Cha! "Come on, Mikoto-san…"
Plaappp! "Wake uppppp…!"
"H-hai… hai… I… haaahnn… I-I'm conscious…" she replied, slowly emerging from the white haze.
But her eyes remained unfocused and pale, her tongue hanging loose in a dazed state as shameless moans continued to spill from her lips, "Hnnngggnn… nahaannnn… mmmmm… Kanzou-samaaaaaa…"
"Yes, Mikoto-san… keep moaning," he said with a smirk, watching her body tremble with each thrust.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
It felt overwhelming, too intense, too stimulating, and it continued like that for several more minutes as he pounded her relentlessly.
He also didn't forget to leave fresh bite marks across her body, ensuring she would see them later in the mirror and understand just how thoroughly he had claimed her again.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san… fucking you like this… tormenting you…" He groaned. "This is the best. I want to fuck you again and again and again, until your sickness is completely cured and your heart submits to me completely. I want you to say that you want to be pleasured by me rather than dying…"
"Nnnnn… Hmmmm…"
His laughter grew twisted. "I also want to see that look of hopelessness on Fugaku-san's face while I fuck his fiancée. Fufu… what do you think he'd do if he saw you like this, pinned beneath me, your ass sticking out, moaning like a bitch in heat?"
"Hannnn… ahhhnnn… hhannn…"
"Gaaahahhahhahah… It makes me so excited… so aroused… aaah… I can't help but want to cum inside your pussy, flood that child-bearing cave with my seed… and give Fugaku another green hat…"
"Aaahhnnn… nnnghhh…!"
"I can do it, right?" he pressed. "Right, Mikoto-san? I can cum inside your pussy and mark it with my seed again, right?"
"Aaaahhhhnnnn… c-cumming!"
Squelch… splrrtttt… gushhh…!
"Aaah, I knew it… I knew you wouldn't refuse me, Mikoto-san…" he groaned, breath hitching. "A-and… haaan…"
Squirrtt… drip… plappp… plappp…!
Feeling his release building, he told her while continuing to piston into her, "Get ready, Mikoto-san… I can really feel it, my load is building up…"
Whether she was ready or not didn't matter to him. He buried himself deep and unloaded inside her.
"Gaaah… cumming, Mikoto-san… I'm going to fill your pussy…!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Thick, hot ropes of semen flooded her depths, splattering against her cervix with relentless force.
Each pulse sent a fresh wave of heat blooming through her core.
"Aaaahhhhnnnn… n-nooo… it's too much… c-cummingggg… againnnn…!"
Her body betrayed her completely, clenching around him in involuntary spasms as the sensation dragged another unwilling climax from her while her walls milked him greedily, despite the silent screams of protest echoing in her mind.
Gushhh… squelchhh… splrrt!
Her juices mixed with his release, spilling out in messy rivulets that trickled down her thighs and soaked into the futon beneath them.
Drip… Drip… drip…
Shame burned hotter than the seed filling her, choking her breath and tearing sobs from her chest. Even so, her hips bucked back against him, chasing an ecstasy she despised herself for craving.
'Why… why does it feel like this…? I don't want it… I don't… but… haaahnnnn…'
"Haaah… take it all, Mikoto-san… every drop, and feel how I'm claiming your womb… flooding it with my seed…" he groaned triumphantly as he ground his hips deeper, making sure nothing escaped while his cock throbbed inside her, painting her insides white as obscene warmth spread through her, like a brand of ownership she could never wash away.
Spurt! Spurt!
The final pulses came slower and weaker, yet no less possessive, leaving her bloated and overfull, stuffed with undeniable proof of what had been done to her as he remained buried to the hilt, savoring the way her pussy fluttered around him in reluctant spasms, milking out the last remnants even as her tears soaked into the pillow.
"That… haaah… felt amazing…" he panted heavily, his chest heaving against her back as the aftershocks rippled through his body.
Sweat glistened on his skin, dripping onto her reddened ass, where his handprints bloomed like badges of his cruelty.
Tears streamed, mixing with the drying semen on her face as ragged sobs tore from her throat. "H-haaah… w-woo… it's… it's too much… p-please… pull out… I-I can't… haaah… I hate this… I hate you…"
For a moment, he simply held her there, pinning her trembling body beneath his, his breath hot against her ear. "Even though you say that, Mikoto-san… your pussy's squeezing me like it doesn't want to let go. You really are dishonest, aren't you? You say you hate it, you say you hate me… Yet your body, it's not letting me go at all…"
She could only whimper in response. Her body lay limp and quivering, wracked by the twin torment of overstimulation and crushing humiliation.
The fullness inside her felt invasive, almost permanent, as if he had carved a piece of himself into the very core of her being.
"Hnnng… haaah…" Another groan slipped from him at the squeeze, his cock giving a lazy twitch inside her. He didn't pull out. Instead, he rolled his hips, stirring his release within her and drawing a helpless gasp from her lips.
"Hnn…"
Squelchh…
Even the slick, messy squelches echoed obscenely, a wet reminder of what he'd done.
She buried her cum-slick face deeper into the pillow while her body hummed with unwanted echoes of pleasure as every breath felt labored.
And her thighs, slick with sweat and their mingled fluids… they too trembled from the strain of holding the position.
The bite marks on her back throbbed in time with her heartbeat. These marks were new, but they were layered over old ones. And they were not just bite marks; rather, they were an unmistakable map of his sadism etched into her skin.
But even with all that… her pussy… it just doesn't seem to want to let him go.
'Why does it still feel so go—! No… I won't think it… I won't…'
He lingered a moment longer, savoring her defeat, the way her body yielded even as her spirit fractured. His hand drifted idly over the curve of her ass, fingers tracing the red handprints before landing in a light, teasing slap.
Cha!
The sting jolted her, tearing a muffled yelp from her throat. "Hnn…!"
"Fufu… don't get lost in your thoughts… the treatment's far from over…"
He withdrew slowly, the drag of his softening cock pulling a lewd, wet pop from her abused entrance.
Plop!
A thick trickle of his seed followed, spilling out and dripping down her thighs.
"Hnnnn…" She shuddered at the sudden emptiness. It was a confusing mix of relief and loss that only deepened her self-loathing.
But the relief was fleeting. He shifted behind her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the skirt rolled around her waist, then tugged it down, dropping it to her knees, leaving her panties.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked, fear and horror creeping into her voice as she felt his hands catch both of hers at her sides and pull them back.
"What do you think?" he said cryptically, already knowing she would understand, and she did. As he spoke, he pulled her up, lifting her upper body from the futon and forcing her to remain upright on her weakened knees.
"I… I'm tired already…" she said. Her exhaustion was genuine after so many climaxes, and she clung to the faint hope that he might finally stop, taking pity on her.
But that hope was meaningless in front of him.
Without a care in the world, he hauled her fully upright and pulled her tube bra down, causing her cum-slick breasts to spring free and jiggle.
"Your treatment isn't finished, Mikoto-san," he said, wrapping an arm around her from behind in a possessive hold, pressing his chest against her back and his hips against her ass and angling her body to let his cock, already beginning to stir again, nudge against her entrance once more.
"Hnn…" she whimpered from having her entrance being pried again.
"Fufu… as I expected, given your dishonest nature, your words only tell me one thing: you're craving more," he said, tightening his grip slightly, "So let's begin the next round…"
"N-no… p-please… haaah… not again…" Her plea came out weak and breathless, barely more than a whisper.
He only chuckled in response and thrust forward without mercy as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh continued to echo in the bedroom.
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
Plap!
"Aaaahnnnn… Kanzou-samaaa… i-it's too much… you're breaking me… hnnnggg…!"
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A while later
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining: Fire Style – Fire Dragon Flame Bullet. +30,000 Evil Points]
Although the reward this time was far less than before, it was still more than anything Kanzou had earned in the past.
He stared at Mikoto, she was simply a treasure trove.
Now fully dressed, Kanzou once again looked like a respectable gentleman and passed Mikoto her panties so that she could put them on.
This time, he wasn't going to pocket it; after all, he wasn't some panty-loving pervert. The panties he had taken previously had fulfilled their purpose; there was no need to take more.
Mikoto looked at her panties and recalled how the ones he had pocketed previously were discovered in the cupboards of his home, becoming a matter of public discussion that she had heard about from a fellow Kunoichi of her clan.
She was really glad that no one knew that it was her panties and that Kanzou didn't reveal that they were hers either; otherwise, everything would have been over.
Heck, since that day, she didn't dare wear the same kind of panties… she had gotten rid of all of them, afraid that someone might catch on if they noticed.
Although the chance of that happening was negligible since there was no way anyone was going to see her panties, she didn't dare risk it out of shame and fear.
At the same time, she was also glad that Kanzou wasn't taking her panties this time… because if he was, it would have only made things more uncomfortable for her.
Shaking her head, Mikoto snatched them from Kanzou's hand and put them on with a distracted expression.
Noting her distracted expression, Kanzou was a bit curious and asked her, "What are you thinking?"
"Just lamenting my fate… I am wondering if I will ever be able to escape your clutches," answered Mikoto mockingly.
"Nope, there's no escape… this is your fate now," Kanzou said with a chuckle. "And you'll never escape, not even through death. If you try, I'll just bring you back to life and drag you right back into this mess of ours."
Mikoto wanted to scoff at the absurdity of it, Kanzou bringing her back to life just to trap her in this situation again.
Obviously, such a thing would be impossible… There was no way she was going to believe that he'd be able to bring her back to life should she commit suicide.
But when she looked into his eyes, she couldn't be so sure.
There was a confidence in his gaze that made her believe… he would do exactly that, and he would be able to do exactly that.
She had no idea how he could bring her back to life… but the confidence in his eyes made her believe he could, and would.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, unable to hold back her doubts. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
She was certain, she had never wronged him. And yet, he treated her like this.
Kanzou answered plainly, "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why?" she pressed.
"Because I'm a bad person," he said with a casual shrug. "And bad people do bad things. I thought that was obvious?"
"Because you're… a bad person?" she echoed, barely a whisper. His words sank into her chest like a weight.
She lifted her head to look at him and murmured, "I respected you, you know… even admired you, albeit secretly, but I really did. I held you in such high regard… but to think…"
"You can still do all of that," Kanzou said, staring into her eyes. "Respect me. Revere me. Admire me. Obey me. Follow me."
Mikoto flinched, averting her gaze as she shook her head.
"How can I? After… after what you did to me!" she cried. "And you say this is my fate now? Is this really how it's going to be? Will I never be able to break free?"
"It would seem so," Kanzou replied with a faint smile. "You're my canary now, trapped in my cage, living and breathing according to my whims."
"It's suffocating…" she whispered, unable to hold back her tears.
"Have you ever heard the saying," Kanzou said calmly, "if you can't escape something… embrace it? It'll make things much easier and enjoyable."
"If I can't escape it… Then embrace it?" Mikoto repeated softly, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.
Kanzou didn't say anything… just sat there silently with a smile…
As those words echoed in Mikoto's mind, a voice suddenly called from outside,
"Mikoto… are you in your room?"
Since the door was left open, the voice drew closer, and soon, its source stepped into view, "Mikoto…" he began, eyes falling on Mikoto… but then froze as his eyes landed on Kanzou, seated calmly on her futon, "Kanzou-kun?"
Upon seeing the person enter, Kanzou rose from the futon and greeted the elder calmly, "Tadayoshi-sama…"
Indeed, it was Elder Tadayoshi. His brows were furrowed in suspicion. The scene before him was troubling, a grown man alone in Mikoto's bedroom, sitting on her futon.
Meanwhile, Mikoto looked up at her grandfather in panic, her heart pounding. 'Why is Sōfu-sama back this early…?' She froze, wide-eyed with dread.
"Kanzou-kun… what are you doing here?" Tadayoshi asked sharply.
Kanzou shrugged. "Just chatting about a few things."
"Just chatting?" Tadayoshi repeated, his eyes drifting to the futon.
Its presence in the room was questionable, after all, it was still the middle of the day. Mikoto wasn't the type to nap in the afternoon. Even if she had been tired enough to rest, she would've folded the futon and put it away, especially if someone was visiting.
And certainly, she wouldn't have allowed anyone, let alone a man, to sit on it.
Kanzou and Mikoto weren't that close.
Elder Tadayoshi was quite sure they hadn't had much contact before.
At most, they were mildly acquainted, and that level of familiarity was certainly not enough for Mikoto to allow Kanzou into the house in Tadayoshi's absence, let alone lead him into her bedroom and let him sit on her futon.
In fact, even if they had been very close acquaintances, it still wouldn't have justified her bringing him into her bedroom and letting him sit there so casually when no third person was around.
Tadayoshi was certain his granddaughter fully understood what such an action could imply.
Yet here Kanzou was, sitting calmly on her futon. It raised far too many questions in Tadayoshi's mind.
Not to mention the faint odor drifting in the bedroom… if it were an innocent child, they may not understand the meaning of that faint odor… but Tadayoshi was an elderly man who had lived his youth, and he understood everything perfectly…
He turned to his granddaughter, looking for an explanation, "Mikoto?"
Meanwhile, Mikoto had a look of horror on her face.
It felt like she'd been caught doing something shameful by her grandfather, which she really was…
She couldn't even open her mouth to say something…
Facing the questioning gaze of her grandfather, she wanted to hide…
Instinctively, she clutched the hem of Kanzou's shirt with both hands while lowering her head to the floor in shame and fear as her body trembled.
Elder Tadayoshi's gaze narrowed as he noticed Mikoto's subtle actions and the flushed colour in her cheeks.
Even if she didn't dare to give an explanation… the air around her and the room was enough of an explanation.
Tadayoshi's expression darkened. 'So that's it...'
This bastard Kanzou had really done something to his granddaughter, and he also felt that perhaps this was not the first time.
No wonder Mikoto had been acting strange lately.
Kanzou, however, met the elder's stare calmly. He'd already done so many terrible things that even getting caught red-handed with the old man's granddaughter didn't faze him in the slightest.
"Mikoto-san, I really enjoyed our conversation today," Kanzou said with a smile. "Let's talk some other time again, and I hope you'd put some thought into what we talked about…"
"I… I understand, Kanzou-sama," stuttered Mikoto instinctively as she pulled her cold hands back.
Kanzou then turned to the elder and spoke calmly, "Tadayoshi-sama, I'll be leaving now. I wish you a pleasant night."
With that, Kanzou walked out of Mikoto's bedroom and left the house, leaving Mikoto alone to face her grandfather.
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Inside the house, Mikoto remained standing and didn't dare lift her head, let alone meet his eyes.
Elder Tadayoshi's expression shifted, emotions flickering across his face.
He looked at Mikoto, who stood there like a frightened quail, not even daring to meet his eyes, and sighed deeply.
He understood, it couldn't have been her fault.
Knowing her character, Mikoto would never willingly do something like this.
Which meant only one thing: She had been forced.
She was the victim.
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