Mikasa's eyelids fluttered open slowly, the first rays of morning light filtering through the curtains like a soft, golden haze.
Her body felt heavy, languid, every muscle aching with a delicious soreness that reminded her of the night's unrelenting passion.
She was nestled in Minato's arms, her naked skin pressed flush against his, their bodies tangled in the rumpled sheets that still carried the faint, musky scent of sweat and sex.
The air in the room was cooler now, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat of the previous evening, but the humidity lingered, making her skin feel slightly sticky where it touched his.
His chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek, the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat a soothing drum against her ear.
She tilted her head slightly, gazing up at his face—strong jawline, tousled blond hair, those piercing blue eyes still closed in sleep. He looked so handsome, so powerful, like a god carved from marble.
A flush crept up her cheeks as she admired him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, feeling the firm muscles twitch under her touch.But as the fog of sleep cleared, memories flooded back like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a mix of shame and regret.
Last night… oh god, what had she done? The images replayed in her mind: Minato's cock buried deep inside her, her moans echoing through the room, Eren watching from the corner like a broken spectator.
And then… the humiliation she'd inflicted on her husband. Ordering him to clean Minato's cum from her breasts, watching as he obeyed, his face twisted in despair. Her stomach twisted in knots, a cold nervousness spreading through her veins despite the warmth of Minato's body.
How could I do that to Eren? Even if he can't satisfy me sexually, he's still my husband, the love of my life. I shouldn't have let it go that far. I humiliated him in front of another man—crushed his ego, made him feel like nothing. Why didn't I stop it? Was I so lost in the pleasure, the thrill of Minato's dominance, that I forgot everything else? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, her heart pounding with guilt.
The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the walls were closing in on her secrets.She felt Minato stir beside her, his hand tightening on her waist, pulling her even closer.
His eyes opened, those blue depths locking onto hers with a lazy smile.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a deep, rumbling caress that sent a familiar shiver down her spine. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle, lingering on her cheek.
But Mikasa's remorse boiled over, overriding the spark of desire. She pulled away slightly, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You bastard, why did you make him do that? Now he'll hate me!" she said, her voice loud and sharp, laced with fury that cut through the morning quiet like a knife.
The words tasted bitter on her tongue, her chest heaving as emotions surged.Minato blinked, his expression shifting from affectionate to confused, though a hint of amusement lingered in his eyes.
"Now, calm down, beautiful. Tell me what happened," he said, his tone steady, one hand still resting on her hip, thumb stroking her skin in soothing circles.
"You are asking me what happened?" Mikasa retorted, her voice rising, anger making her cheeks flush hotter than the remnants of last night's heat.
She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, exposing her bare breasts—still marked with faint red imprints from his hands.
"You made Eren lick your semen off my boobs! Right in front of us! How could you? He's my husband, and I let it happen—I encouraged it! I was so lost in the pleasure, the way your cock felt inside me, the way you commanded everything… but now? Now I regret it all. His face last night… the despair in his eyes. You've ruined everything!"Minato sat up as well, his muscular frame shifting with effortless grace, the sheets sliding down to reveal his chiseled abs.
He pulled her back into his arms, his touch firm but gentle, his scent—masculine, with that underlying chakra warmth—enveloping her like a comforting blanket.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. It wasn't that bad. Last night was intense for all of us. Just apologize to him. I'll apologize too. We'll make it right."Tears streamed down Mikasa's face now, hot and salty, blurring her vision.
"No, it's impossible. He'll never forgive me. He'll leave me—I can't live without him," she sobbed, her voice breaking, body trembling against his. The guilt was overwhelming, a heavy weight in her chest that made it hard to breathe.
Why didn't I think of this last night? When Eren's tongue was on my skin, cleaning Minato's cum… it felt so thrilling, so dirty, but now? It's like a knife in my heart.
Eren's always been there for me, even if he can't make me feel the way Minato does.Minato held her tighter, his hand stroking her back, feeling the smooth, sweat-dampened skin under his palm. Internally, he mused: Where was all this regret last night?
When my cock was buried deep in her, making her scream, she forgot everything—her husband, her morals. She was mine completely. But I don't like my women crying; I like them happy, begging for more.
Time to fix this so I can fuck her again. Aloud, he said softly, "Shh, it'll be okay. Trust me. Eren loves you—he'll forgive. Let's go talk to him now."Downstairs, Eren's eyes snapped open, his body stiff on the sofa where he'd collapsed in exhaustion and heartbreak.
The living room was dimly lit, the morning sun casting long shadows across the floor.
Why am I here? I should be in bed with Mikasa… But the memories hit him like a punch to the gut—the night of unrelenting humiliation, watching Minato dominate his wife, her moans filling the air, and then… licking Minato's cum from her breasts.
The taste still lingered faintly on his tongue, bitter and salty, a ghost of shame that made his stomach churn. Despair washed over him, cold and heavy, contrasting the warmth of the room.
Our relationship is over. She chose him, humiliated me in front of him. But… I still want her. Even after all that, I love her. What does that make me?He heard footsteps approaching, soft and deliberate, and turned his head.
There they were—Mikasa and Minato, dressed now. Mikasa wore her usual home clothes: tight shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin, emphasizing the curve of her hips and the faint red marks on her thighs from Minato's grips, and a tank top that clung to her curves, the low neckline revealing the hickeys on her cleavage.
Eren's heart raced, a mix of jealousy and sadness surging through him. Those marks… his marks on her.
She's so beautiful, but she's not just mine anymore. As their eyes met, something unexpected happened—Mikasa's face softened, and she rushed forward, jumping into his arms with a tight hug.
Eren froze for a moment, the warmth of her body against his—soft, familiar, scented with a faint trace of last night's passion—overwhelming him.
But his body reacted before his mind could catch up, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. She buried her face in his neck, and he felt hot tears against his skin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I did last night. I shouldn't have made you do that," she whispered, her voice breaking with sobs, her body trembling in his embrace.
Eren's own tears welled up, the dam breaking as he held her tighter, inhaling her scent—vanilla lotion mixed with the lingering musk of sex, a reminder that both stung and comforted.
"Mikasa… I… I forgive you," he murmured, his voice choked, the words tasting like relief on his tongue.
They stayed like that, crying together, the room filled with the sound of their sobs, the air still heavy with the morning's quiet tension.
Minato watched from the side, an uneasy feeling twisting in his gut as Mikasa clung to Eren. She's kissing him? Right in front of me? His ego took a hit, a sharp pang he hadn't expected.
They're husband and wife, but still… she's mine when I fuck her. Guess I need to train her better—make her crave only me. But he pushed it down, knowing patience was key.
He'd already fucked her in front of Eren, made him lick his cum—humiliation enough for now. Slowly, he'd turn Eren into a proper cuck, enjoying the show.After a long moment, the crying subsided, and Mikasa pulled back slightly, her eyes red-rimmed but filled with love as she looked at Eren.
Their gazes locked, and without a word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Eren responded hungrily, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her onto his lap as their tongues danced, the kiss filled with years of love and the raw emotion of forgiveness.
The taste of her lips—sweet, with a hint of salt from tears—made Eren's heart swell, a spark of hope igniting amidst the pain.Minato averted his eyes slightly, the sight like a thorn in his side, but he composed himself.
Enjoy it while you can, Eren. Soon, she'll be moaning my name again.Mikasa continued to apologize, her voice soft and sincere.
"I was wrong, Eren. I got lost in the moment, but you're the one I love. I'll make it up to you—every day." Eren nodded, his hands stroking her back, feeling the curve of her spine under the thin tank top.
"I know… it hurt, but I can't lose you. Just… no more like that."As if to seal the promise, Mikasa kissed him again, deeper this time, her body pressing against his.
Eren's confidence surged, his hands boldly sliding down to squeeze her ass, the firm flesh yielding under his fingers, a possessive gesture that made him feel in control for the first time in hours.
"Since all this is clear, why don't we make breakfast? And I'll even grind my ass on you as you eat," Mikasa said playfully, her voice husky, eyes sparkling with mischief as she wiggled against him.
Minato felt a twinge of discomfort—She's offering that in front of me?—but kept his cool, knowing his time would come.Eren blushed, embarrassed but thrilled.
"Sure, I guess," he said, his voice firmer than before
."Or maybe I can suck your dick right in front of Minato—what do you say?" Mikasa teased, her hand trailing down his chest, the suggestion hanging in the air like a challenge.Eren's face turned redder, the idea both arousing and awkward.
"I'll have that when we're alone," he replied, his tone gaining strength from Minato's presence.Mikasa nodded, but Eren's expression turned serious.
"But we need clear boundaries for our relationship now."
"Of course, to make sure something like that never happens again," Mikasa agreed, her hand intertwining with his.
"I know I can't satisfy you sexually," Eren admitted, the words tasting bitter but necessary, "but you should remember whose woman you are. Even if you must fuck Minato, don't do it or show him affection in front of me. It should be when you're alone, and I'm not near. No more humiliation."
Minato inwardly laughed. Acting tough now because I kneeled? Enjoy it, boy. Soon, you'll be begging to watch.
Aloud, he said, "I respect that. I'll make sure to honor your relationship."Eren felt a rush of power—The strongest shinobi kneeled to me. Maybe things can be okay. I still have her love.Minato excused himself to make breakfast, the kitchen filling with the sizzle of eggs and the aroma of fresh coffee, a normalcy that contrasted the night's chaos.
Soon, the table was set, and they sat down—but positions had changed. Mikasa straddled Eren's lap, her shorts riding up as she ground her ass against his crotch with slow, deliberate rolls.
The friction was exquisite, her firm cheeks pressing against his growing erection, the heat from her body seeping through the fabric. Eren groaned softly, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she whispered dirty nothings in his ear.
"Feel that, baby? This ass is yours… grinding just for you." He came twice during the meal, the release hot and sticky in his pants, the sensation overwhelming as Minato sat across, pretending not to notice.
Minato felt uncomfortable, the sight like nails on a chalkboard—She's grinding on him in front of me?—but he smiled inwardly. Let them have this.
Soon, Eren will be the one watching, enjoying his role as cuck.As breakfast ended, the couple shared another kiss, the chapter closing on a tentative peace, but with Minato's plans simmering beneath.
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