Content Warning: Chapter contains R*pe scene. Reader discretion is advised.
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DING~DONG~
Hearing the doorbell ring, clueless Mikoto soon opened the door, but noticing the visitor, her expression stiffened, "Kanzou… sama?"
Recalling the way Kanzou had looked at her yesterday, an uneasy feeling crept over her.
"Are you here to see Sōfu-sama?" she questioned, gently and respectfully, curbing the unease, but also with a vigilant edge in her tone.
"No," Kanzou replied with a smirk. "Why would I waste my time on that old fossil? I came to see you, Mikoto-san."
As he spoke, he reached out and lifted her chin with his fingers.
"What… what do you think you are doing?" Mikoto questioned sharply, her eyes widening and her face hardening.
Although she usually carried herself with grace and gentleness, giving the image of someone who was easy to bully, in truth, Mikoto was not one to yield easily when provoked.
Of course, Kanzou didn't care and caressed her cheek with a smile, "What am I doing? Of course, admiring the beautiful woman before me…"
She slapped his hand away without hesitation and scolded him, "You're the Captain of the Police Force, aren't you? Does this kind of conduct suit someone in your position and status?"
"I pity your innocence, Mikoto-san… don't you know that the most corrupt and biggest abusers are always people in power?" chuckled Kanzou as he thought to himself, 'Such was the case in my past life, and it's no different here…'
At the same time, without warning, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. "I for one am one such bastard… who has no qualms about abusing my power for the sake of furthering my goals… and you know what… my goal, at the moment, is you…"
"Let… let go of me," she struggled to break free. But found it difficult considering the difference in their physical strength.
"Now… now… calm down, Mikoto-san… I won't force myself upon you since I am not interested in that. Just listen to a few things that I have to say, if you don't like it, I'll leave without so much as harming your hair," said Kanzou, whispering into her ears, making her freeze and look at him with a frown.
Paying her no mind, he continued, "You should know I'm the biggest obstacle standing in the way of Fugaku becoming the patriarch. But if you agree to one condition of mine, I might just step aside and let him have it."
"What condition?" she asked warily while thinking of a way to break free.
"Come on," Kanzou said with a sly smile as he traced his hand over her face, tugging her hair behind her ears. "I believe you are smart enough to figure it out. I don't think you need me to spell it out for you."
He gave her a look filled with implication.
Already feeling uncomfortable, hearing his words, she snapped as her eyes flared with anger, "It seems I was really mistaken about you… You... you're shameless."
Of course, she understood what he was insinuating. "I never imagined you'd stoop so low. I won't agree to anything like that. Now that you have said your piece, let go of me…"
She had never considered Kanzou a bad person before; in fact, she secretly admired him a great deal, for his talent, strength, and, of course, his appearance.
After all, admiration for beauty was natural; people were born to like beautiful things, and Kanzou was undeniably handsome. Even among the Uchiha Clan, known for their striking looks, he stood out, earning the admiration of everyone, including hers.
So, even though it was only from a distance, she did admire him.
Not to mention, he was undoubtedly the strongest among the Uchiha, graduating from the academy at an early age due to his unmatched talent, and he performed incredibly in the Second Great Shinobi War, earning fame and glory.
Uchiha respect strength… as an Uchiha… she was no different and admired him for his strength as well.
At times, she had even noticed him training until very late and starting early morning, working through his bones…
This handsomeness, strength, and dedication are obviously very revering traits in a person; she has revered these qualities of Kanzou.
It's a pity that she was already engaged to Fugaku when she was very young, so she could only revere Kanzou and admire him from a distance… but that didn't stop her from always respecting him and admiring him to the point of always addressing him with utmost respect, despite him being younger than her.
But today, the image she had of him had shattered completely…
"Why won't you agree? Compared to Fugaku, am I not better in every way, right?" he didn't sound angry; on the contrary, he looked at her flushed and uncomfortable face with curiosity.
She said nothing, "…"
She just wanted him to leave as quickly as possible.
She admitted to herself that Kanzou was indeed more powerful and more handsome than Fugaku.
But from the moment the ten-year-old her and the fifteen-year-old Fugaku were engaged, she had slowly come to accept that it was her fate to be his wife.
Even though they weren't yet married and had no real intimacy, she, raised in traditional values, already saw him as her future husband.
She had been mentally prepared to take on that role since before she graduated from the Konoha Ninja Academy.
Therefore, it was unthinkable for her to do anything with any other man, even if she admired that person in her heart.
Moreover, even if Kanzou was stronger than Fugaku, that didn't mean Fugaku was already guaranteed to lose the battle for succession…
His father had been the previous clan head, which alone gave him an edge.
Knowing this, she paid little heed to Kanzou's offer and shook her head. "I have nothing to say to you, Kanzou-sama. Now, please let go of me. I don't want anyone to see us; it would cause misunderstandings for me. Just release me. I won't pursue this matter any further, and we can return to being acquaintances…"
Kanzou shrugged, not paying attention to her words. Instead, mumbled to himself, "Hmm, it seems you aren't willing to cooperate for Fugaku-san's sake, are you?" and then added with a grin, "Well, I suppose that makes sense since you don't really have any affection for him at this point, hmm, if that's the case, then that only leaves me with plan B."
"Plan B?" she frowned. She didn't expect him to have come here with multiple plans in mind.
"Yup, plan B. If the temptation isn't going to work, then I have to change my tactics to Plan B, which involves threatening and coercion…" he replied, chuckling lightly.
Mikoto's eyes narrowed. "Threat? What do you mean?"
She had a bad feeling.
"You won't give in for Fugaku-san's sake, but what about Tadayoshi-sama? Don't you care about his safety?" his voice was calm, but his words were laced with menace.
She drew a sharp breath and, in an instant, activated her Three Tomoe Sharingan, fixing a fierce glare on Kanzou.
"What are you planning to do to Sōfu-sama?" she demanded.
Kanzou raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "As expected of the woman I have long since fancied, you indeed have awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan."
For her to possess it meant she was as strong as an Elite Jōnin.
In fact, many Uchiha ninjas hadn't reached this level. Three Tomoe Sharingan was the pinnacle that most members of the clan could ever achieve.
Although he was mildly surprised by her strength, everything remained firmly under his control.
Even if she had the power of an Elite Jōnin, she couldn't escape his grasp.
After all, he was the strongest member of the Uchiha clan.
"Mikoto-san, you should be able to see how powerful I am. If I wanted Tadayoshi-sama dead, it wouldn't be difficult at all. And I have every reason to get rid of him. Tadayoshi-sama supports Uchiha Fugaku-san. That alone makes him my enemy. I've already thought about eliminating him, but when I think of you, I feel a bit reluctant; this is one of the reasons I came here. I intend to make my decision today, right here, in your presence, while taking your opinion into account. So, then tell me, Mikoto-san, do you really want me to go through with it?"
Though he maintained a calm, almost charming expression, his words sounded like the devil's whisper to Mikoto.
"Sōfu-sama is an Elder, you wouldn't dare," she replied, her voice tight with anger.
His smile deepened. "I am also responsible for the death of the former Patriarch. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to push my blade through Tadayoshi-sama's heart just because he is an Elder?"
"Y-you wouldn't be able to escape the consequences," she stuttered, feeling panicked.
"And who'd make me face the consequences? Fugaku-san? Haven't I already dealt with him once and killed his father? What did he do in response except throw a tantrum and make empty threats? Nothing! What do you think would change a second time? Nothing! He is a man who'd let anyone walk all over him only to make empty threats but not be able to go through with it… And even if he tries, it wouldn't change anything… the difference in our strength is not something he can ever hope to overcome… And except Fugaku-san… there is no one else… Yes, the truth is… No one in the Uchiha Clan can stop me… You should know this very clearly as Tadayoshi-sama's granddaughter…"
"This…" Those words shattered the last trace of hope in her heart because she knew that every word Kanzou had said was true.
According to what her grandfather had told her, the patriarch's sudden death was indeed linked to him… It was because of a wound Kanzou had created that Douma died so quickly.
Despite knowing this, no one dared to do anything to Kanzou.
Her own grandfather didn't try to pursue the matter.
Why? Because they were afraid of him!
Fugaku, who might have had some chance of doing anything, has already been defeated by Kanzou once… and even her grandfather, who was already old, wasn't going to be a match for Kanzou either.
If Kanzou dared to make a move on the patriarch, why wouldn't he dare attack the Elder?
Suddenly, he released Mikoto and turned away.
"Well, that's what I came here to say, and I have said my piece. Now, I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. After that, I'll leave. As I said earlier, I'm not someone who likes to force others. But I just want to remind you that if I walk away today, tomorrow, you might have to wake up to the corpse of your beloved Sōfu-sama."
He paused for a moment before questioning her, "Do you really wish for that to happen? Think about it. No one can help you in this; only you can do it. The decision is in your hands. You are the one to decide the fate of Tadayoshi-sama."
"With that said, let's begin the counting… 10… 9… 8…" and began the counting.
His ability to lie with a straight face was unmatched.
He had always been skilled at talking nonsense as if it were the truth.
Still, he knew not to give her too much time to think; this kind of decision had to be forced.
"7… 6… 5…"
As the counting progressed, she grew more and more nervous.
Indeed, even someone as calm as her couldn't really think straight and kept asking herself, 'What to do…? What to do?'
"4… 3… 2—"
Just as Kanzou reached the final count and turned to leave, she suddenly grabbed his hand, "Wait…!"
He grinned, his smile brazen and unrestrained, "So, what decision did you reach?"
"I promise you," she nodded as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Her expression was so pitiful that anyone with a softer heart might have reconsidered.
But he was not someone who showed mercy.
He has long since become ruthless to the bones, and he would never let her go just because she appeared pitiful.
Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to yourself; he has experienced this through hard lessons in his youth, and he wasn't going to repeat them.
At the moment, she is an enemy as she is part of the enemy camp… part of Fugaku's camp.
Until she switched over to his camp, there was no way he was going to show an ounce of mercy to her.
"A wise decision," he chuckled as he lifted her up in a princess carry and closed the door of the house behind him, carrying her toward her own bedroom.
After all, he believed the most effective way to break a woman was to violate her in her own bedroom.
What could torment her more than turning her sanctuary, the one place she felt safest, into a constant reminder of what she had endured?
Only then would the suffering truly take hold, right?
...
Carrying Mikoto in his arms, Kanzou arrived at her bedroom.
Mikoto's bedroom was perfectly neat and clean, with everything arranged exactly where it should be, without a trace of dirt or disorder anywhere. Kanzou nodded appreciatively at the woman in his arms. "As expected of your room, Mikoto-san…"
But hearing Kanzou's praise, Mikoto didn't feel proud or happy.
After all, Kanzou was invading her personal domain, her bedroom, and doing so against her wishes. She had agreed to let him in, but only because she had no other choice.
Of course, Kanzou didn't care whether Mikoto felt happy or unhappy hearing his praise. He ignored her wishes and focused on the issue before him.
"There's no bed here…" he said, looking down at her in his arms. "Don't you use a bed or something?"
Mikoto replied quietly and coldly, "I use a futon."
"I see…" murmured Kanzou, nodding to himself.
Unlike many Uchiha who prefer the traditional lifestyle and use futons, Kanzou opts for proper beds, not because he dislikes the traditional way of living, but because of being lazy… After all, using futons is a hassle. You have to lay them out every night and put them away in the cupboards every morning, which is inconvenient. Beds, on the other hand, are easier to use. But whatever…
"But we need bedding… otherwise, it'll be uncomfortable," Kanzou said as he set Mikoto down on her feet and ordered, "Prepare the bedding."
Mikoto could only scowl at him upon hearing the command.
Not only was Kanzou about to force himself on her, but he was also making her prepare the bedding for it. There's a limit to people's shamelessness, yet Kanzou seemed to have none.
Glaring at him coldly, Mikoto went to the cupboard to retrieve the futon. As she did, her eyes caught the kunai she always kept tucked beneath her pillow, resting alongside the bedding.
Looking at the kunai, a thought crossed her mind: 'If I kill him here… all my troubles would be over.'
Truly, if she ended Kanzou's life now, she would not only preserve her innocence and avoid the ordeal looming against her will. She would also eliminate a threat standing in the way of her fiancé.
She reached out toward the kunai, but stopped halfway, wondering, 'But could I really go through with it?'
Mikoto felt uncertain, not because she lacked the will to kill, but because of the vast difference in their strengths. She wasn't foolish enough to believe she stood a chance against the man behind her.
She fully understood that he was far stronger than she was; indeed, even Fugaku was completely helpless against him.
She knew her only chance against him was to use the element of surprise, attack when he least expected it, and end his life. But the problem with surprise is that it's never guaranteed to succeed.
Given what was about to happen, the perfect opportunity should arise for her to deliver the killing blow, but…
'If I try to kill him but fail… the consequences would be disastrous,' she thought. She was certain that if her attempt failed, he would kill her grandfather in cold blood and would probably do so right before her eyes.
If it were just her, she might have gone through with it, because even if she failed, only she would suffer the consequences. But with her grandfather in the picture, she felt far less confident.
Thinking of her grandfather's safety, Mikoto lost all her courage and withdrew her hand from the kunai.
Just then, Kanzou's voice came from behind her. "What's taking so long?" He reached out, wrapping his hands around her stomach from behind.
"N-nothing…" Mikoto stammered, freezing as she felt his hands around her.
"You're not having second thoughts, are you, Mikoto-san?" Kanzou asked, bringing his face close to her ear and whispering in a low voice that sent a shiver down her spine. "I'm not sure Tadayoshi-sama would be able to see the sun of tomorrow if his granddaughter keeps doubting her resolve to serve me today…"
"I… I'm not having second thoughts," Mikoto lied, feeling uncomfortable at his touch but not daring to resist. At the same time, her heart pounded loudly, fearing he'd notice the kunai she had buried there and realize what she had been thinking moments ago.
Truthfully, Kanzou had spotted the kunai and, with his sharp thinking, instantly figured out what had been going through Mikoto's mind moments ago. But since she hadn't dared to pick it up, he understood she had made her choice, not to oppose what was about to happen.
So, he decided not to press the matter and simply said, "Well, in that case, don't keep standing there with a dazed expression and hurry up with the bedding. I don't have all day, you know. Besides, we need to finish before Tadayoshi-sama returns. You wouldn't want him to find out what you're about to do with me, would you?"
After delivering the warning, Kanzou backed away, leaving Mikoto standing nervously. 'If Sōfu-sama returns halfway through…' she thought, 'it'll all be over.'
Feeling the urgency, she quickly picked up the bedding and prepared the futon on the tatami mats. Then, turning to Kanzou, she said with a reluctant expression, "It's… It's ready, Kanzou-sama."
"In that case, let us begin… the first act of your downfall," Kanzou said, as he watched Mikoto lie down on the futon and climbed on top of her.
…
Looking down at the woman beneath him, her eyes closed and her face carefully masking any discomfort despite being pressed beneath a man she neither chose nor accepted, Kanzou smiled. He traced his hand over her cheek, peering at her as he said, "Such beauty… It's truly wasted on trash like Fugaku."
From a distance, she always appeared incredibly beautiful, but up close, Kanzou had to admit she was even more stunning. Letting trash like Fugaku have her would truly be a waste.
Thankfully, Kanzou had set his sights on her, after all, letting an exquisite delicacy like her be claimed by Fugaku would have been an unforgivable loss.
Feeling his hand trace over her cheek, Mikoto opened her eyes and met Kanzou's gaze. As he praised her beauty, she didn't know what to say; her lips quivered, as if wanting to speak, but no words came.
Noticing her struggle, Kanzou shrugged and, with a devious smile, pressed his lips to hers, beginning to kiss her.
In that moment, Mikoto's eyes widened, and her body froze. She had never been touched by a man, not even her fiancé, yet now her lips were stolen. It would have been different if she had wanted this, but she didn't.
Unsure of how to react, she remained still and tense, enduring the violation as a flood of thoughts filled her mind, all expressing how much she hated being in this situation.
'I don't want this…' she thought.
But Kanzou wasn't someone who cared about what others wanted. He cared only about what he desired, and right now, he wanted to ravish the woman beneath him. Holding her cheek in his hand, he began to kiss her hungrily.
Chu! Chu!
Wet sounds echoed through the room as Kanzou devoured her lips hungrily.
While his lips worked on hers, his hands were far from idle; they roamed over her body, reaching the swell of her chest. He squeezed and played with her breasts over her blouse for a few seconds before lifting it to expose her twin treasures beneath, a lustful smirk playing on his face.
Not wanting her dignity exposed, Mikoto's hand instinctively reached for the edge of her blouse, holding it tightly, stopping Kanzou from lifting it.
Seeing her resistance, Kanzou released her lips and looked up at her. Although he could have forcibly lifted her blouse, even if she resisted, he preferred that she let go of herself. So he commanded, "Mikoto-san… let go of your hand."
"Ple… please… don't do this, Kanzou-sama…" Mikoto begged, her eyes filling with tears.
Kanzou smirked. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "If I stop now… Tadayoshi-sama's heartbeat will stop too."
At his whisper, Mikoto tensed again.
Kanzou added, "So, what will it be? Do you want me to stop… or do you want Tadayoshi-sama's heartbeat to stop? The choice is yours."
The choice was easy. Despite the reluctance and fear in her heart, her hand finally released the edge of her blouse.
Kanzou smirked. "You are indeed a smart woman, and I happen to like smart women." Praising her, he gently petted her cheek before reaching out for the edge of her blouse, pulling it up to her neck, exposing her breasts resting within the confines of her black lace bra.
Without hesitation, he pulled down her bra, fully exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes.
"Oh… look at that… you're surprisingly well-endowed," Kanzou murmured with a smile.
Normally, Mikoto didn't seem to have very large breasts, but that was likely due to her bra, which fully concealed her size. Now that Kanzou had pulled it down, everything was clear. Despite appearing somewhat flat at first glance, she was actually quite well-endowed.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped and perky, and considering her young age, they were soft and supple.
Most of all, her breasts seemed to possess a certain grace that matched Mikoto's temperament.
"Yes… as expected of the graceful and elegant Mikoto-san," Kanzou nodded with an approving smile.
But Mikoto wasn't in a state to feel pleased by the praise. Exposed like that to Kanzou, tears welling up in her eyes could no longer be contained and soon began to flow out.
Mikoto clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.
Yet all she could do was lie there helplessly as Kanzou lowered his head onto her breasts, beginning to play with them using his mouth and fingers.
He started with her left breast, carefully reaching out with his tongue to her nipple. Mikoto had puffy nipples, and Kanzou savored every detail. He licked her slowly and deliberately, swirling his tongue around it, enjoying the texture and warmth of her skin as he tried to provoke a reaction.
Lick… slurp… The wet sounds of his tongue sent a shudder through her, her body betraying her with a faint tremble.
But despite all that, Mikoto tried to remain rigid, pressing her lips tightly together. Her clenched fists tightened even more, the sting of her nails grounding her against the overwhelming violation.
Kanzou chuckled softly at her attempts to contain herself as he continued, his lips closing around her nipple. He sucked gently at first, then gradually increased the pressure.
His free hand roamed to her other breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh and tracing its contours with a possessiveness that made Mikoto's stomach churn.
The wet sounds of his mouth moving over her breasts filled the room, mingling with her shallow, uneven breaths… huff… huff…
Despite her mind screaming in protest, Mikoto's body betrayed her, slowly giving in to the pleasure.
'This isn't me,' she told herself, focusing on the ceiling and counting the wooden beams, trying to dissociate from the sensations overwhelming her.
'This is just… something I have to endure… mm~'
Yet the thought did little to dull the shame and burning sensation in her chest as moans began to escape her lips amid her shallow, uneven breaths. "Mm~ Nnn~"
Hearing those moans, Kanzou pulled back slightly with a smirk, "You're so sensitive, Mikoto-san…" Pressing and pulling her erect nipples between his fingers, he teased them as he added, "And as you can see, even if you try to hold back, your body's honest."
His voice dripped with mockery, as if her involuntary reactions were his victory.
Mikoto clenched her jaw, turning her tear-streaked face away. "Don't… say that," she whispered, her voice cracking. She hated how weak she sounded, how powerless she felt.
But what could she do?
Even when she tried not to feel anything, even when she tried to hide her reactions, she couldn't hold back…
Kanzou chuckled lightly, "Fufu~" and undeterred, shifted his attention to her other breast, repeating the same slow, torturous process.
His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing its hardness, while his hand continued to explore, sliding down her side, tugging at the waistband of her plum skirt. The fabric rustled as he pulled it lower, exposing the curve of her hip.
Mikoto's breath hitched, her body tensing further. "Kanzou-sama…" she began, her voice barely audible, a plea she knew would fall on deaf ears.
Kanzou paused, releasing her nipple from his lips and lifting his head to meet her gaze. "What's that, Mikoto-san? Were you saying something?"
His eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear playfully yet dangerously. "You don't happen to be opposed to this, do you?"
"N-no…" she replied, tears falling faster now, soaking the futon beneath her. She wanted to scream, to fight, to plunge the kunai into his heart, but the image of her grandfather's kind, weathered face held her back. She couldn't risk it.
"P-please… continue," she said with a pained expression.
Sensing her surrender, Kanzou's smirk widened. "Good girl," he said in a patronizing tone as he resumed his exploration, pulling her skirt down to her ankles before shifting his gaze to the area covered by her black panties.
"Ohoo… would you look at this…" Kanzou murmured with surprise and amusement as his hand reached for her vagina. The moment his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Mikoto flinched, instinctively pressing her legs together.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "You'll only make this harder for yourself and Tadayoshi-sama."
'Please forgive me, Fugaku-sama…'
After a brief struggle in her heart, Mikoto complied.
With a blushing face filled with shame, she parted her legs wide open for Kanzou to explore freely, something the young Uchiha did without a shred of hesitation.
"Fufu… That's a good girl," he chuckled softly, tracing his hands on her inner thighs for a while before reaching over her black panties and letting his fingers trace the outline of her camel toe, visible over her panties, and began teasing the sensitive spot beneath.
"Mmm~" A moan slipped from Mikoto's lips almost instantly, which amused Kanzou.
Feeling the dampness cling to his fingers, he gave a mocking smile and remarked, "Even though you're making a reluctant face and tearing up… look how wet you are, Mikoto-san. Could it be… you're actually secretly getting excited by all this and just pretending to be unhappy?"
"How… how could that be!?" Mikoto protested, her voice laced with anger and shame. There was no way she could be enjoying this… after all, she wasn't here by choice. She had been coerced into this position, forced to let Kanzou do whatever he pleased with her body. 'How could I possibly enjoy this?'
"Then how do you explain this wetness?" Kanzou questioned in a deep, teasing voice as he pinched her vulva over her panties with his thumb and index finger, squeeing it tightly.
"Heeeu~" Another sonorous moan escaped her lips at that moment, which was accompanied by a surge of moisture that soaked through the fabric of her lacy panties, dampening his fingers.
Lifting those fingers close to her face, letting her see the glistening drops of clear fluid as they dripped from his fingertips, landing right on her trembling lips, he questioned her, "Huh? How do you explain this? Are you saying this isn't the juice you released from excitement?"
"That… obviously… It's because—" Mikoto tried to argue, but the moment she parted her lips, Kanzou slipped his soaked fingers into her mouth.
"Here," he said with a smirk, "have a taste of your own juice. Maybe this will help you see the truth."
A mild fruity taste spread across her tongue as his fingers slowly swirled around inside her mouth.
Knowing the source of the flavor, a wave of disgust rose within her.
She had never imagined that one day she'd be forced to taste her own juices, and the shame that followed was overwhelming.
She wanted to push his fingers out of her mouth, or bite the hand with all her strength to tear apart the fingers from the hand… but when she noticed the eyes watching her in amusement, she dared not and let those fingers do whatever they pleased with her.
Smirking in satisfaction with her compliance, Kanzou violated her mouth with his fingers, exploring its inside, swirling his them around her tongue and her gums… and he did so for a few seconds before pulling his fingers out with a pop, coated with her saliva.
"So… what do you think? Did it taste good?" he asked casually, wiping the saliva on his fingers on her tits and the valley between them.
"…" Mikoto covered her face with both hands.
The situation was already unbearable, humiliating beyond words. She had nothing left to say, only a growing sense of shame and despair.
Unable to bring herself to answer, all she could do was hide her face and cry silently as she hoped that it would end soon.
But Kanzou wasn't the type to let things slide. He was a villain, and Mikoto, his victim. There was no way he'd let her off easily.
Displeased with her silence, he gave her camel toe a sharp smack, drawing a muffled cry mixed with pain and pleasure from her lips, "Aaaahhh~"
"Did I not ask a question?" he asked in a deep tone.
But even after the smack to her camel toe, Mikoto didn't move her hands from her face. She kept them pressed tightly over her eyes as silent tears streamed down her cheeks, born of shame, fear, despair, and helplessness.
"If you're going to act like this…" Kanzou muttered, clearly displeased.
He forcibly lifted her hips and slid her panties down without hesitation, exposing her wet, untouched pussy and an incredibly sexy black bush that only served to make his already erect dick harder. He really wanted to pull on that bush in order to inflict pain upon her and satisfy his deranged fetishes.
But instead of focusing on pulling her bush or ploughing that virgin pussy right away, he decided to deal with another very important matter first as he sat on her smooth, yet toned, flat stomach, holding the slightly damp black fabric in one hand. Then, without giving her a choice, he forcibly pulled her hands away from her face and bound her wrists together above her head with the same panties, making sure that her hands were completely restricted and would no longer get in the way.
"This ensures that we can see each other's faces clearly," he said with a cold, sadistic smile as he leaned in and forcibly kissed her.
After all, if she couldn't even look into the eyes of the one violating her while it was happening, how would she remember the face of the man who did it?
And if she didn't remember his face… how could he truly savor the benefits that he would receive from the system for wronging her?
His actions had the desired effect. Mikoto glared at him with teary, hate-filled eyes, as if she wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there. "Uchiha Kanzou… I'll… definitely… for everything you're doing to me today…"
She was so angry and humiliated that she even forgot to call him in the usual respectful manner that she had done every time up until now, despite being half violated.
'Yes… that look… that's exactly what I wanted to see,' Kanzou thought, nodding in satisfaction. But he wasn't done. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered softly, delivering another dose of despair:
"Don't forget about Tadayoshi-sama… do you really want me to kill him?"
The moment those words reached her, Mikoto's tongue froze mid-sentence, unable to say anything further…
"Haha… that's the Mikoto-san I know and admire," Kanzou chuckled, seizing the moment to steal another forced kiss, sucking on the very tongue that had just been ready to swear revenge on him.
Mikoto could do nothing but endure as he continued to do as he pleased, planting kisses and bites along her neck, shoulders, and breasts, marking her as his prey, laughing all the while, fully savoring her helplessness as if a predator.
Once he finished marking her, leaving over a dozen bite marks, Kanzou nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, this is more like it…" He, then, rose to his feet with a smirk on his lips, "And now… It's time to get this show on the road… isn't it?"
The words left her momentarily stunned… but the truth sank in quickly as she watched him begin to undress.
With every piece of fabric that slid off Kanzou's body, Mikoto's despair grew deeper, dread tightening inside her with the fear of what was to come.
Of course, even while undressing, Kanzou didn't stop tormenting the woman lying helpless on the futon.
He used that opportunity to tease her with his foot, tracing his toes around her vulva, and occasionally reaching out for her clitoris, pressing it with his toe, making her squirm and tremble as moans escaped from her lips, "Nnnn~" adding yet another layer of humiliation to the memories already etched into her.
"Fufu~ Look at you squirm from just that… you really are quite sensitive, aren't you, Mikoto-san?" Kanzou chuckled, now standing in nothing but his boxers with an obvious bulge straining against the fabric, while the rest of his body was fully exposed to Mikoto's gaze.
Amidst rough and shallow breaths filled with moans, Mikoto stared at him with a dazed look, taking in the sight of his build.
Kanzou had what one might call a sleeper build; he didn't appear particularly muscular at first glance while clothed, but beneath the fabric, his physique was deceptively well-defined, almost sculpted to the level of a Greek god.
Of course, he bore a few scars across his body, but those were marks of pride, earned as a ninja and a warrior in battles at a young age on the battlefield of Amegakure. Rather than diminishing his appeal, they only enhanced his rugged, gangster-like, dominating presence. Paired with his strikingly handsome face and an imposing height of nearly 192.5 centimeters, his presence was enough to make even the most beautiful and arrogant women turn their heads.
And Uchiha Mikoto, no matter how dignified, elegant, or composed, was still a young woman and a maiden at heart.
And faced with that kind of body, face, and presence that made countless women squirm and salivate… it was hard to claim she felt nothing. Especially since, deep down, she had always secretly admired him. It was no surprise, then, that her cheeks flushed red up to her ears, and she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze anymore, not that she was able to do that previously either… but this time it was for an entirely different reason.
Had things been different, had she not been coerced into this situation, had she not been moments away from being forcibly violated against her will, finding herself bound and helpless beneath the looming, dominating presence of Uchiha Kanzou might have felt like a forbidden fantasy… a wet dream come true.
How many women in Konoha share such an exotic wet dream…
But dreams weren't meant to be like this.
And much to her despair, this was no wet dream… this was not just a forbidden fantasy. It was all too real, every bit of it. And it was a nightmare.
A nightmare that she had no way of escaping… and could only give in…
The only faint silver lining in her nightmare was that her tormentor was a man as handsome as Kanzou. Had it been some grotesque, obese stranger, or an old man, she might have considered death the kinder option.
But even thinking such a thing in this situation felt disturbingly misplaced. Handsome or not, the man was clearly about to violate her.
And yet… it still brought Mikoto a small, inexplicable sense of relief, if only just a little.
Perhaps it's simply human nature to search for a silver lining, no matter how bleak the situation.
Or maybe it was just Mikoto who wasn't quite right in the head, like most Uchihas.
Or perhaps… it was a matter of the heart. After all, she had always been a secret admirer of Uchiha Kanzou.
The exact reason was hard to pin down.
Regardless, as her eyes drifted from his striking face and his sculpted frame, down to the only piece of fabric on his body, they subconsciously settled on the sizeable bulge beneath his boxers.
Immediately, her lips quivered, and her gaze turned dazed once more.
Even from the outline alone, it was clear what kind of beast lay hidden beneath the fabric.
And whether by intent or coincidence, Kanzou chose that very moment to remove the final piece of clothing from his body.
Under Mikoto's dazed gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.
His cock sprang free like an unsheathed sword, fully erect, poised for the battle to come.
"So… so big," Mikoto murmured unconsciously, swallowing hard in fear.
It was long, thick, veiny, and fully erect.
Although this was her first time seeing a man with an erect penis, that didn't mean she was ignorant.
As part of her Kunoichi training, she had studied a man's penis in great detail during the sex education classes while she attended the Ninja Academy and even learned how to manipulate a man's lust to her advantage during missions.
Although she had been just a little girl, less than ten years old at the time, and had never needed to put those techniques into practice as a Kunoichi, she still remembered every detail clearly, thanks to her sharp memory.
Therefore, she knew what was considered normal.
And Kanzou's size?
It was far from average, too big to be anything but rare.
Kanzou laughed. "I'm glad you think so, Mikoto-san," he said, clearly pleased by her unintentional words.
After all, what man wouldn't enjoy being called big?
It stroked his ego perfectly, and with a length of 9.6 inches, he had every reason to be proud.
Satisfied, he sat back on the futon and added with a smirk, "And you should rejoice, Mikoto-san… because you're about to feel this very thing deep inside you."
"N… No… I'm scared… It's too big… it'll tear me…" Mikoto pleaded, shaking her head desperately. She was truly terrified and tried to squirm away…
But obviously, Kanzou didn't care that she was afraid. He was far too horny at the moment to give a damn. Not to mention, he was too much of a scumbag to care just because someone was begging him.
Grinning ear to ear, he slapped her pussy once again for misbehaving—Cha, making her hiss and moan in pain and pleasure, and instinctively stop squirming. Using that opportunity, he held her by her plump thighs and pulled her closer to him while forcibly pinning her down with his grip. "For your own sake, hold still, woman," he commanded, aligning his cock at the entrance of her untouched virgin pussy.
She was already wet enough from all the teasing he'd given her earlier, so he didn't bother with more. Instead, he just smiled sadistically and said, "From this moment… you're about to graduate from being a girl to a woman…"
That sadistic smile on his handsome face and those encouraging words horrified Mikoto more than anything.
"No… No…" She tried to move away, but she wasn't strong enough to be able to do anything, and with her hands bound, she was utterly powerless.
Ignoring her pleas, Kanzou pushed his hips forward with a grunt, "Ughh…" and in one motion, he entered her. A tight squeeze enveloped his cock as Mikoto let out a pained cry, "Aaaaahhhh…"
By now, she was already breathing rapidly, her heart pounding, and her entire body drenched in sweat as pain coursed through her. Quite obviously, her untouched pussy, even if wet and slightly loosened from earlier teasing, was still not ready for a beast like him and felt as if it were being torn apart.
Honestly, she probably would have been torn apart if she hadn't subconsciously used her chakra to coat and protect her muscles there.
"Good use of chakra… You really do have talent," Kanzou praised, noticing her subconscious application. Then he clenched his teeth and pushed forward, soon reaching the thin inner wall of resistance that marked her maidenhood.
"This is the final line," Kanzou said, reminding her of what she was about to lose.
Mikoto's expression twisted in pain. At that moment, if she could, she wanted nothing more than to hold onto something, even if it was just the bedsheet of the futon beneath her. But her hands were tied over her head, making it impossible to grasp anything.
And Kanzou, not caring at all about any of that, pushed forward again, forcibly tearing through the thin inner wall and making her graduate from it against her will—plop.
A thin line of red blood leaked out as Mikoto let out a pained cry, "Aaah…" her voice breaking with desperate tears from the pain she felt in that moment.
The pain she felt was less from the wall being torn or from being forcibly penetrated by a cock her vagina couldn't handle, and more from the situation she found herself in at that moment.
But even in that moment, Kanzou, an evil, sadistic, and shameless bastard, mockingly congratulated her. "Congratulations, Mikoto-san… From this moment on, you are no longer a girl. You've graduated into a woman… Indeed, now you're a full-fledged woman." He then asked, "Aren't you glad?"
Unable to hold back any longer, Mikoto burst into uncontrollable tears.
"Uuuuwwaaaahhh…"
Watching Mikoto cry from losing her innocence, her maidenhood, and being turned into a woman in such a forced manner, Kanzou smirked with sadistic satisfaction. He knew his actions would leave her with a terrible memory and emotional scars she could never overcome… but did he care? Not in the slightest. In fact, not only did he disregard her emotional state and the pain she was enduring, he was entirely focused on the exquisite sensation coursing through his cock as her virgin pussy gripped him tightly.
It felt to him as if his length was wrapped in a warm, wet, velvety vice. Every inch of Mikoto's untouched walls resisted the intrusion of the large, foreign cock, but that resistance only heightened Kanzou's euphoria.
"No matter how many times I take a woman's virginity… it never stops feeling incredible," he muttered under his breath.
This wasn't the first time he had entered a virgin pussy… in fact, he had done so several times before. He had even taken the virginity of the kunoichi who was part of the same squad as him back when they were fighting on the front lines in the Land of Rain… so this was nothing new to him.
And he had to admit… the sensation of fucking a virgin was something else entirely.
Beyond the raw sexual gratification brought about by their tightness, it brought with it a deep, intoxicating sense of psychological satisfaction. After all, taking a woman's virginity wasn't just about claiming her physically and sexually, it was about leaving an indelible mark on both her body and her mind, a mark that declared exactly who she belonged to from that moment onward.
And since now he had left a mark on Mikoto's body and mind by taking her virginity, she belonged to him…
"Now that you already belong to me, it's time for me to enjoy you thoroughly…" Kanzou laughed, drinking in her cry like a fine wine as he pressed on, pushing his cock deeper into her vagina.
"Aaahh…" Mikoto let out a sharp cry, a trembling mix of pain and unwanted pleasure, but he ignored it and pushed in further.
The deeper he went, the more he felt her inner walls struggling to mold around his size, an exquisite, almost desperate tightness. Her body resisted yet struggled to adapt, and that intoxicating contradiction drove him to push even deeper until the swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix.
"It's… it's too much…" she said, gasping for quick, short breaths through her tears as her chest rose and fell rapidly while she felt her insides being stretched in ways she had never imagined possible. The thick, blunt length and girth crowded her from within, and the swollen head of his cock pressed against her cervix, sending a strange, uncomfortable pulse through her core that drew a helpless whimper from her lips.
"Not even three-fourths, huh?" Kanzou murmured, noticing that less than three-quarters of his length had entered, yet the tip was already kissing her cervix, leaving Mikoto feeling impossibly full…
But this wasn't much of a surprise; Mikoto was a virgin, and there was only so much a virgin cave could take. The fact that she could manage even this much on her first time was already impressive… likely thanks to her subconscious use of chakra to keep from being torn apart. Any more, and she truly might have been.
Kanzou knew that the inside of a woman's vagina was elastic by nature. With enough fucking, her pussy would gradually adjust to his size, and he'd eventually be able to put the entire 9.6 inches into her, bury himself to the very base.
So there was no immediate rush in that regard, not in his mind.
For now, he intended to enjoy things exactly as they were.
And that's what he did as the heat of her insides clung snugly to every inch of him, leaving no space between them. The wet, gripping warmth, the faint tremors of her inner walls, and the knowledge that she was completely filled by him, whether she wanted it or not, were utterly intoxicating.
For Mikoto, it was the crushing reality that there was nowhere left to retreat.
But truthfully, that reality had already settled in the moment he carried her into her bedroom… now, all that remained was to endure, and that thought of having to endure what was coming terrified her, and made her anxious, sending her breathing into ragged bursts as she began to hyperventilate.
'Is she hyperventilating?' he thought with a frown. He wasn't sure, but decided not to risk it.
Kanzou didn't immediately move. He simply stayed there, burying half his sword into the very depths of her fleshy hilt and allowing Mikoto to steady her breathing…
His goal was to torment her, not kill her or leave her unconscious.
Killing her would be easy, but wouldn't earn him a significant amount of Evil Points… but tormenting her would probably do so, but to be tormented, he needed her stable, and for that, a pause was necessary.
As he paused, Kanzou began to gently, almost teasingly, caress her inner thighs and the sweat-slicked curves of her hips as well as her flat, toned stomach and naval, coaxing her body into feeling just safe enough to steady her breath and ease her hyperventilation.
"Haaaah… haaah…"
For Mikoto, the stillness was almost worse. As her chest rose and fell in gasping breaths, her body pulsed around the intruder inside her, each heartbeat making her painfully aware of just how impossibly deep he was. The weight of him filled her lower belly like a solid, throbbing mass.
Yet again, Kanzou was indifferent to it all… all he cared about was her breathing, and once he felt that her breathing had somewhat stabilized, and she was no longer hyperventilating out of anxiety and fear, he stopped his caresses and moved without warning, slowly drawing back.
In that moment, Mikoto had to go through a new form of torment as the thick length dragged against her raw, tender walls, pulling at places she didn't even know could feel so exposed. She winced at the friction, "Aaaahhnn…" the sensation forcing her to subconsciously clench her inner muscles harder in a futile attempt to halt his withdrawal.
Kanzou felt that tightening instantly as her pussy walls tried to keep him in, even if her mind screamed otherwise. It made the pull-out deliciously slow as the heat gripped every ridge and vein until only the swollen head remained inside.
"Let's try this again…" he said, then he pushed forward again.
Mikoto's breath hitched sharply as the pressure returned, parting her anew despite her body's protest. The gliding stretch sent a dull ache up her spine as it arched subconsciously, followed by that too-deep, bruising nudge against her cervix.
She couldn't stop the choked whimper that escaped her lips, "Nnn~"
Kanzou's grin widened. "Well, well… it seems you're starting to feel it, Mikoto-san."
His words only made her more conscious of the pleasure creeping into her body.
"No… no… that can't be… no… Nnn~" she wanted to protest, but another involuntary moan slipped from her lips as he resumed.
"And you are saying that you aren't feeling it…" Kanzou chuckled slyly, reaching out for clit with his hand and began to play with it while giving her slow, deliberate thrusts, each time drawing his cock nearly out before sinking the head to the base of her cervix again.
Every thrust brought the same overwhelming fullness, the same hot weight pressing into places she'd never felt touched before. Her toes curled against the futon, her bound wrists tugging weakly against the panties holding them, as if she could anchor herself against the slow, invasive rhythm.
By the eighth or ninth stroke, her breathing had become uneven, not from hyperventilating, but from arousal as half-shallow gasps, half-trembling sighs escaped from her lips; she didn't mean to let out.
"Nnnn~ Nnnn~ Hnnng~"
She even tried to bite her lips to keep the moans from escaping, but she couldn't help it; they slipped out against her will as her body grew weak to the pleasure.
She hated that her body was reacting to Kanzou's slow, deliberate thrusts, yet she couldn't stop it.
And Kanzou, hearing those tiny, reluctant sounds, only slowed down further… making each movement drag, making her pussy ache for it, "Haaahhhnnn~"
She felt troubled… on one hand, she wanted him to stop… on the other hand, her body desperately ached for more… for him to go faster and deeper… give her what she needed…
Coincidentally, Kanzou also felt the same, as only a minute later, his patience began to grow thin, not from boredom, but from the growing urge to push her further.
"This is too slow… let's speed up a little…"
He'd already felt how snugly she could take him; now he wanted to know how much she could endure.
He withdrew slowly once more, letting her feel every ridge drag along her tender inner walls… then slammed back into her in one sharp, decisive thrust, pa!
Mikoto gasped, "Nnnnghhhh~"
The sudden force sent a shock through her entire body, her hips jolting from the impact. The blunt cock head struck deep, pressing hard against her cervix, and a sharp ache bloomed low in her belly. Her bound hands pulled instinctively against her panties that were restraining her, and her thighs twitched in a reflex to close, but Kanzou's grip on her hips held her wide open.
Kanzou grinned at the way her body tensed under him, "Well… well… well… now that is a good reaction…"
That startled gasp, that helpless flinch, they were proof that his change in pace had landed exactly as he intended.
"Let's continue this." Without giving her a moment to recover, he pulled back just far enough for her walls to cling desperately to him, then drove himself in with the same ruthless force, his balls smacking against her skin with a sharp pa!
Each time Kanzou thrust into her pussy, he went harder and faster than before, going into her deepest part, his balls striking her and his thighs slapping against her hips again and again, creating ripples— pa! pa! pa! pa!
Mikoto's breathing grew ragged with each thrust, her voice breaking into louder, half-formed whimpers that blended with the sound of flesh clapping against flesh. "Aaahh! Aaahh! Aaahh!"
The sharp ache of each deep impact mixed with a heavy, dragging fullness that made her feel as if there were no space left inside her. Her mind screamed that she hated it, 'I hate this…! I hate this…! I hate this…!' but her body betrayed her as a faint warmth began to pool low in her abdomen. 'Why does this feel so good…?'
She seemed trapped in a cruel dilemma, hating the situation she was in, yet feeling deeply aroused.
'Even though… even though I'm being raped… even though I'm being violated… why does this feel so good…?' The thought made her want to cry even more.
Kanzou noticed her inner turmoil and smirked as he taunted, "Looks like you're enjoying this, Mikoto-san…"
The subtle change in her heat and wetness of her pussy and the faint tremor in her muscles that wasn't just from resisting — it all told him her body was beginning to give in to the pleasure, no matter what her mind screamed. That was what made it intoxicating for him, not just the physical sensation, but the power of knowing he could force her into this contradiction.
Of course, Mikoto refused to admit how good it felt. "No… ahh… it doesn't… nngggh! I-It doesn't feel… hnng~ g-good at all…!"
After all, admitting it would mean she was enjoying being raped… and what kind of woman could ever admit to that? What kind of woman could ever enjoy being raped?
"Hoo…? Is that so?" Kanzou smirked. "Since that's the case… let's try changing things up a little." He stopped thrusting and lifted both her legs, pressing them onto her shoulders.
"Wh-what are you doing…?" Mikoto gasped in shame. The position was far too indecent. It exposed everything to his eyes.
"Hehe… this isn't over yet…" Kanzou chuckled as he leaned forward, gripping her bound hands and using them to anchor her legs, positioning her feet beside her ears, as her bound arms automatically forced her legs wide open, spreading her pussy, giving him full access to her holes.
"Now… this position is good," he said, swirling saliva on his tongue that he dropped on her pussy lips.
"This… this…" Mikoto stammered, shaking her head. "No… no… this… this position…"
Seeing her flustered state, Kanzou tilted his head and asked, "Could it be that you're unable to hold this position?"
"No… no… that's not the issue…" Mikoto quickly denied.
While the position might have been difficult for many women, she was a trained kunoichi, her body was flexible, and strong… so holding it wasn't a problem. Let alone this position… she could even hold a more dangerous and complex position without any problem. But that wasn't the issue. The real problem was…
"It's too shameful…" she admitted, her face flushed red. The humiliation of being forced to display herself to him like this made her want to die.
"Yes, of course I know that, which is exactly why I put you in this position," Kanzou chuckled, stroking the back of her shapely thighs before adding with a smirk, "And now, I'm going to pound you in this shameful position… Make sure not to enjoy this shameful position, Mikoto-san… I'd be a bit troubled if you did…"
Leaning in, he captured her lips in a forceful kiss before driving his cock into the depths of her pussy again, each thrust fueled with renewed passion.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
The sound echoed as each hard thrust grounded directly against the deepest part of her, as the outline of his cock going in and out became visible from the bulge that kept appearing on her stomach.
The difference was also immediate as Mikoto's gasps grew sharper and her legs trembled harder under her own grip with each thrust.
Separating from her lips, Kanzou smiled and asked, "You feel that, Mikoto-san?" His voice was low and mocking.
Mikoto shook her head, eyes squeezed shut, as if denying his words could somehow make them less true.
But the truth was impossible to escape because every deep push made her body shiver, every sharp withdrawal left her walls clenching on empty air, desperate to close.
Even though she didn't want to give in and accept the pleasure, her own loud moans and her ache for more made it harder to hold her ground.
"Nghhh! Aaaahnn! Aaahnnn~! Ahhhnn~!"
"I'll take that as an answer…" Kanzou smirked before leaning in to kiss her again. He sucked on her lips and tongue, even bit on them, drawing some blood, giving her a blend of pain and pleasure to satisfy his twisted tendencies, all while beginning to alternate his pace inside her pussy.
At times, he gave her slow, grinding strokes that forced her to feel every inch of him, making her body crave more despite her mind's protests. Then, without warning, he would deliver a series of brutal thrusts, slamming the head of his cock against her cervix and making her arch her back, her eyes rolling in involuntary pleasure.
The unpredictability kept her off balance, unable to brace herself for what was coming next. And slowly… a new sensation she had never once felt before began to build deep within her, something that felt like it wanted to be released.
A few more thrusts later, as that strange sensation grew stronger and stronger, as if sea waves hitting a beach, Mikoto felt as if she were about to pee… and she didn't want to.
The thought of doing that in this situation was unbearably shameful. She tried to fight the urge, clenching her pelvic muscles tightly to hold it back, but it was no use, with each thrust, the sensation only intensified.
"I… I don't want to… nnngh…" she gasped, finally left with no choice but to beg, her voice trembling. "St-stop… s-shtop… please…"
"Stop? Why stop? It feels so damn good… why would I stop?!" Kanzou refused, his tone dripping with pleasure as he relished every second of pounding her pussy.
And of course, he felt incredible, it had been a long time since he'd experienced this kind of bliss. After all, it had been a long time since he'd fucked a virgin. Naturally, there was no way he was going to stop… especially not before he painted her pussy with his seed.
So, not only did he not stop, but he pounded her harder…
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! PA!
Her breathing hitched, each gasp coming quicker, shallower, and louder, her voice breaking into fragmented sounds that barely resembled words, "Nnnhh~… s-some… something's… coming…! Hhhhaaah~… shh-shhtop…! I… c-can't hold…!"
Kanzou blinked for a moment as his smirk deepened, realizing what was happening. "Then don't fight it, Mikoto-san… let it happen… let it come out…" His voice was low, steady, as if he were coaxing a surrender he knew was inevitable.
"Hhh… how… c-could I…? Nnnhh~… c-can't… I-I… nooo~…"
She was breathless, unfocused, and overwhelmed, her words shattering into fragments between gasps and moans as she fought against the rising urge. Her toes curled more, and her legs trembled so violently she feared they might give out. Inside her, the tension wound tighter and tighter, an unbearable knot straining toward release.
"P-pwease…" Mikoto begged again, fresh tears spilling from her eyes.
"No can do, Mikoto-san…" Kanzou only smirked at her pleading expression, leaning down to lick the tears from her cheeks before silencing her with a kiss. His hands slid to her breasts, fingers finding her nipples and pinching them firmly while the pounding continued.
The relentless pounding, the deep kiss, and the sharp pinch on her sensitive peaks… It was too much for a virgin like Mikoto.
Despite trying with all her strength, she could no longer hold back.
In that instant, the unbearable pressure inside her finally broke. Her back arched, head tipping back as her eyes lost focus and her mouth fell open in a choked, desperate cry, "I… It's coming… Iyyaaaaahhhh~!"
The release crashed through her in several waves as her pussy gushed out a lot of fluids… and to make things more interesting, it just so happened that at that very same instant… a crystal-clear fluid erupted from her urethral opening.
Squirttt… squirttt… squirttt…!