However, the attacker had obviously overlooked one crucial factor: people's constitutions vary.
For Kenji, who regularly used his body to test medicinal concoctions, the potency of this particular agent was far from sufficient.
At most, it only made him feel a bit drowsy.
However, sensing the familiar chakra behind him, Kenji decided against opening his eyes, feigning unconsciousness instead.
He was curious to see what Mikoto was plotting, going to such elaborate lengths.
Looking at Kenji lying "peacefully" asleep on the bed, a hint of resentment crossed Mikoto's face.
She'd anticipated Kenji arriving at her room much earlier, but she'd clearly underestimated his restraint.
His just-showered appearance indicated he'd been frolicking with Kushina before even considering her.
Was she merely a second choice compared to Kushina?
The thought stung, leaving Mikoto feeling hollow.
Despite her earlier claims of never competing with Kushina, the sensation of being a backup option still caused a pang of discomfort.
But perhaps it was for the best; it eased any guilt she might have felt about what she was about to do.
From seemingly nowhere, Mikoto pulled out four handcuffs from somewhere and locked Sato Shuichi to the bed in a "T" shape.
Feeling the cold metal on his wrists and ankles, Kenji's brow furrowed slightly.
He never imagined that Mikoto, seemingly so demure and well-behaved, would have such a kinky side.
Just then, a soft, resentful voice echoed near Kenji's ear.
"Kenji, I know you're not asleep."
Hearing this, Kenji could no longer feign unconsciousness. He opened his eyes, feigning confusion.
He was immediately met with the gaze of a pair of three-tomoe Sharingan.
"Haha, Mikoto, what are you planning? Stop messing around and let me go."
Looking down at the sheepish Kenji beneath her, Mikoto questioned him, her face devoid of emotion:
"Did you come here after you were finished with Kushina? Do you look down on me that much? Am I just a spare tire for the two of you?"
"That's not it at all, Mikoto, let me explain, um..."
Before Kenji could finish his sentence, Mikoto silenced him with her foot.
She placed one foot on Kenji's chest and the other on his face.
"Kenji, you philandering pervert! You have such a wonderful girlfriend in Kushina, yet you don't appreciate her. You even dare to make a move on me and Tsunade-sensei! Someone like you only cares about himself. You deserve divine punishment! Accept your retribution!"
However, Mikoto had failed to consider one thing.
What she perceived as "punishment," a way to humiliate Kenji, was actually a "reward" for him.
After a long pause, Mikoto looked down at Kenji, a disgusted expression on her face.
"You're already satisfied with just this? You're such a pathetic loser. I don't know what Kushina and Tsunade-sensei see in you. Someone like you should be locked in a basement, only allowed to see me!"
Mikoto cupped her hands around her cheeks, uttering words that sent a chill down Kenji's spine.
After saying this, Mikoto pulled a small black whip from behind her and cracked it a few times, creating a series of sharp snapping sounds.
Then, using her free hand, she ruffled Kenji's hair, saying with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes:
"Let's play a game. Guess what I'm going to do with this whip?"
A strange expression crossed Kenji's face. While he enjoyed being stepped on by beautiful women, it didn't mean he was a masochist.
The time for games was over. Faced with this uncharacteristically dominant Mikoto, he had to retaliate with full force.
Kenji tensed his body slightly, and the four handcuffs that bound him instantly shattered.
Kenji stretched his arms, looked at Mikoto, whose expression had frozen, and gave her a "sunny" smile.
"The playtime is over, you inherently evil Uchiha brat. Prepare to be punished."
Mikoto swallowed hard, a forced smile plastered on her face.
"Kenji, can we just forget this? It was just a little joke I was playing on you."
"What do you think? My dear Mikoto, if apologies were effective, what would the village need a police force for?"
In the end, Mikoto reaped what she sowed.
Kenji had initially intended to be gentle, considering Mikoto was a novice in this area.
However, after what had just transpired, he cast that thought aside.
She dared to tie him up and talk about locking him in a basement? This was more than just simple rebellion; he had to come down hard to reassert his authority and establish his position in the household.
Kenji even tested the whip on Mikoto, discovering that it was merely intimidating in sound; it caused no real damage, only leaving faint red marks on the skin.
It was essentially a toy, and he wondered where Mikoto had gotten it.
Finally, when a wide-eyed Mikoto waved the white flag in surrender, Kenji showed her mercy.
.....
The next morning, Kenji glanced at Mikoto, who was smiling foolishly in his arms, and decided to get up.
He wondered what Mikoto was dreaming about, she was smiling so much that drool was even dripping onto Kenji.
Considering that Mikoto's physical stamina was far less than Kushina's, Kenji decided against waking her. He'd let her rest.
After brushing his teeth, Kenji went to the living room on the first floor.
Konan was eating breakfast obediently in the dining room, seemingly preparing for school.
"Yo, isn't that Kenji? What are you doing up so early today?"
Looking at Kushina, who was sitting on the living room sofa with a smile and greeting him, Kenji's brow furrowed slightly.
In his experience, Kushina wasn't one to wake up early.
Kushina, like Tsunade, was usually late for breakfast.
For her to be up even earlier than him was suspicious.
Thinking of this, Kenji couldn't help but ask:
"Don't tell me you were involved in Mikoto's shenanigans last night?"
Hearing this, Kushina's eyes darted around nervously.
Because she had provided the sedative and handcuffs that Mikoto had used last night, all in the name of watching Kenji make a fool of himself.
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