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[Content Warning: This chapter depicts non-consensual sexual assault and coercion, including forced kissing/groping, restraint, humiliation/degradation, NTR/voyeurism (assault in front of restrained spouse), and emotional/psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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The moment Kanzou forcefully pulled Kasumi's blouse apart, the grey bra cradling her medium-sized breasts was laid bare before Seiji's bloodshot eyes and Mikoto's cold, unblinking gaze.
"Kyaaa—!" she screamed, thrashing against the chains that spread her arms wide. She desperately wanted to cover herself, to hide the shame burning across her chest, but the iron cuffs only rattled uselessly, and she couldn't cover herself at all.
Helpless, she could only cry at him in anger, "Wh-what are you doing…!?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Kanzou whispered hotly against her ear, grinding his hardening bulge into the curve of her thick ass.
Kasumi's eyes widened even further when she felt a large, solid bulge press against her buttocks. She wasn't unfamiliar with such contact; she was a married woman and a mother, after all, but this… this felt far bigger, harder, and far more threatening than the one she had ever experienced before.
"Do you feel this, Kasumi-san? I am going to violate you with this very thing… and I am going to do it right in front of your beloved Danna-sama. Aren't you happy?" Kanzou asked, his grip tightening around her waist as he pulled her ruthlessly against him, leaving no doubt about the threat he intended.
"No… I'm not happy! Get away from me!" she screamed, terror sharpening every word.
But obviously, Kanzou wasn't going to do that, and continuing to grind himself upon her, he replied, "Well… it doesn't matter if you aren't happy… because I am happy doing this… and my happiness is what's important…"
Kanzou felt a surge of excitement, different from anything he had experienced before. Yes, he had already stolen women from men like Fugaku and Minato… but neither of them had been present to witness it. In fact, Minato didn't even know he'd been NTR'd yet, still running around on some mission, clueless and blissfully unaware.
But this? This was something else entirely.
Unlike Fugaku and Minato, who only lost a fiancée or a mere crush, Seiji was about to watch his actual wife, the mother of his child, get fucked right in front of his helpless eyes. The cruelty of it, the twisted intimacy of destroying a real marriage while the husband could do nothing but watch…
That thought made Kanzou's blood pound with adrenaline and thrill.
His cock throbbed painfully, harder than usual.
Still grinding his hardened bulge against her, Kanzou fixed his gaze on Seiji.
"Seiji-san… you should be grateful," he taunted, voice dripping with mockery. "I even prepared a front-row seat for you. Now, keep those eyes open, watch the price of betraying me. Watch as I violate your wife while all you can do is sit there… helpless."
A low, cruel laugh tore from his throat. "Gahahaha…"
He released Kasumi's waist only to slide his hand up with deliberate slowness, cupping her breasts through the bra and squeezing hard until a choked gasp escaped her lips.
"Mmmph! Grrrmph! Rrrghhh! Mmmrrraaah~!" Seiji's muffled roar exploded behind the gag.
His body jerked violently against the wheelchair restraints, veins bulging in his neck as he tried to lunge forward, tried to tear Kanzou apart with his bare hands.
But the chains held firm.
All he could do was watch, helpless, while another man groped the breasts of his wife that had only ever belonged to him.
To taunt him further, Kanzou said with a smirk, "Kasumi-san, look… Seiji-san is so excited, let's put on a good show for him."
Kasumi shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. "N-no… please… don't do this…!"
"Why not?" Kanzou chuckled, continuing to knead her roughly. "You said you'd do anything to save your son. Or was that a lie?"
"B-but… not this… anything but this…" she sobbed, hoping for it to stop.
"Unfortunately for you, Kasumi-san, this is the only value you have to me," Kanzou said coldly. "If you want your son to live, then endure being violated by me." Then, he brushed his lips against the sensitive nape of her neck before biting down, marking her pale skin with his teeth.
"Y-yamete…" Kasumi trembled, scared and afraid, as unwanted heat bloomed where his mouth and hands roamed.
Her husband was right there, watching, suffering, and Mikoto stood silently behind the wheelchair as well. Being violated by another man in front of her husband caused her to feel humiliation that crushed her more than the chains ever could.
But no matter how much she begged Kanzou to stop… he didn't stop at all and trailed insistent kisses lower as he tugged her blouse fully apart, baring the smooth, toned plane of her stomach.
"Well… look at this stomach. It's hard to believe you've already given birth once," he commented, his hand lustfully brushing across her abdomen and the faint silver lines of old stretch marks with possessive hunger.
Even after giving birth, she carried almost no excess softness; just the faintest, alluring curve remained, one that made her body feel intoxicatingly different from Mikoto's sharp elegance or Kushina's lush, fiery fullness.
'It reminds me of Sensei's body…' Kanzou thought, licking his lips.
During the beginning phase of their relationship, Hazuki's mother had shared that same mature allure after giving birth, fuller curves, a gentle softness strengthened by motherhood.
Kasumi radiated that identical, irresistible aura, and the resemblance only made him harder. He pressed himself against her, hips moving with growing hunger as he squeezed her breasts and trailed heated kisses along the curve of her neck, which caused her to leak out involuntary gasps, "Nhhannn…"
"Fufu… so you are enjoying this, Kasumi-san." He pulled back for only a heartbeat, letting the taunt drag across her nerves before diving right back in.
"N-no… I'm not!" she cried out at once, shaking her head.
"It's alright… I know you're shy with Seiji-san watching," he murmured. "But don't worry… he wants to see you be yourself too." He finished the words with a sharp nip to her earlobe, drawing a shiver from her.
"No… I don't want this…" she protested, her voice trembling even as heat rose to her cheeks. But Kanzou didn't pause; he continued as if her refusal meant nothing.
Helpless, she turned her pleading eyes to the only other woman in the room who should be able to make Kanzou stop. "M-Mikoto-sama… please… make him stop… You can't want this either, right?!"
Kasumi didn't understand why Mikoto had remained silent up until then, why she simply stood there and watched even as her husband violated her.
Surely, as his wife, Mikoto shouldn't tolerate her husband assaulting another woman, right?.
Surely as a woman, she wouldn't approve of such a thing, right?
Kasumi clung to that hope and begged through her tears for it to stop.
If their positions were reversed, if Seiji ever dared to do something like this, she would have stopped him without hesitation. She might not be the kind of woman who could interfere in a political rebellion that could plunge the clan into chaos and take many lives… but she would never allow her husband to violate someone else's wife, or any other woman. Not ever.
If Kanzou knew what she was thinking, he would have laughed and called her a hypocrite.
She had no issue with her husband committing treason, an act that could lead hundreds of people to their deaths, but she drew the line at his assaulting another woman.
In Kanzou's eyes, that contradiction was nothing short of hypocrisy.
As for Mikoto… Kasumi's plea struck a nerve. She bit her lip because Kasumi was right, but only partly. Mikoto didn't oppose Kanzou assaulting another woman, or a married woman, out of any moral discomfort. It was jealousy. She wanted him for herself. She wanted his attention, his touch, every desire, every dark kink, directed at her.
If he told her to, she'd take anything he gave: the degrading, the filthy, the twisted. She would bear it all just to be the one he chose.
But she also knew her Kan-sama would never be satisfied with just one woman. He was far too overwhelming for that.
Even though sharing him with other women hurt more than she ever admitted, Mikoto had already accepted that reality. She hated it, but she accepted it.
And this was certainly not the first time she had watched Kanzou touch lay his hand on another woman.
In fact, she had even helped him pursue others before… like Kushina.
The night drunk Kushina lost her virginity to him, Mikoto sat in the adjoining room. She hadn't seen everything, but she heard enough, every breath, every moan, every low laugh, even through the haze of alcohol. The sounds etched themselves into her memory, refusing to fade.
She would even say that she remembers more of Kushina's first night than the drunk Kushina herself.
And later, when Kanzou 'guided' Kushina through her first attempts at pleasing him with her mouth… Mikoto watched that too, hidden in silence, jealousy twisting inside her even as she couldn't look away.
So she was no stranger to Kanzou claiming someone else. She hated how jealous it made her, the sharp twist in her stomach whenever another woman touched what she believed was hers. Sometimes the feeling got so intense that she could imagine her hands shaking with the urge to remove the competition entirely.
If not for fear of displeasing him, she'd have certainly killed one or two women by now… but… she didn't… and just accepted it all while trying to ensure that she remains the most valuable and most important to him.
With that in mind, she inhaled slowly, schooling her expression into something cold and cruel before she looked at Kasumi.
"Kasumi-san," she said, voice edged with a smile that wasn't kind, "being violated by my Danna-sama is a privilege. Most women would kill for this honour. So, instead of whining, be grateful… and useful to him."
It was an exaggeration to think every woman would fall for him; most absolutely wouldn't. Still, some undeniably admired him to that extent… Hazuki is the clearest example.
In fact, Mikoto knew that if Kanzou ever decided to shift his approach, if he traded intimidation and cruelty for genuine charm, courting, there was no doubt he possessed the allure to make countless hearts flutter. Winning affection would come easily to him.
But Kanzou wasn't interested in romance or tender connections. He preferred control over companionship… and fear over affection. That was simply the nature of the man he had chosen to become.
Yet that still didn't change the fact that Mikoto considered Kasumi to be very lucky to have the chance of being violated by him…
Kasumi, who didn't expect such a response from Mikoto, was horrified, "W-what…?"
Not only did Mikoto not stop Kanzou from violating her. Instead, she told Kasumi she should feel lucky to be violated by him and that she had no right to complain.
What kind of sick wife says something that cruel?
Kanzou chuckled, eyes gleaming. "Kasumi-san… that was such a foolish thing to do… if it was any other woman, perhaps she might have helped," he said with smug amusement. "But Mikoto won't help you. To her, my pleasure always comes first, and right now, you are my pleasure."
Kasumi stared at the two of them, disbelief tightening her throat. A husband who took thrill in violating another man's wife… and a wife who not only allowed it, but watched him do it?
'These two… they're insane…' The thought spiraled through her mind, horror and embarrassment twisting in her stomach.
Kanzou ignored the tension in her expression and smirked. "Now then… how about we take things somewhere more intimate?" he teased. "I'm sure Seiji-san must be getting tired of just watching the warm-up."
His hand slid to her chin, gripping firmly as he wrenched her head back to meet his gaze.
Her breath hitched in fear as she watched him lean closer…
"N-No… please… get away from me," Kasumi protested, shaking her head frantically as if that alone could stop what was coming.
She didn't want to be kissed by a man who is not her husband… but how could she resist when the assaulted who intends to claim her lips is none other than Kanzou?
Chu…
Their lips met in a soft yet unwanted kiss as Kanzou hungrily devoured her mouth, first the upper lip, then the lower, again and again.
Kasumi tried to resist, twisting and trembling, but he pressed forward with confident, ravenous intent and tasted them without her being able to do anything about it.
Naturally, a hungry man always wants more, and he pushed his tongue forward, trying to force his way inside and claim the heat of her mouth as well. But Kasumi clenched her jaw tight, refusing him with every ounce of strength she still possessed.
"Come on… open up…" he said and pried, fingers gripping her chin as he tried to force her teeth apart. Panic surged through her, but she held on, desperate, terrified. When he kept pressing, instinct finally took over.
Her teeth snapped shut in a sharp, reflexive bite, right on his invading tongue.
Horrified at what she had done, she jerked back, breath trembling, but Kanzou only laughed in amusement.
"So you intend to fight, don't you?" he questioned her, gripping her jaw with bruising force. "Good. I enjoy that far more than immediate submission."
He wasn't angry that she'd tried to bite him. If anything, the challenge seemed to thrill him.
Without breaking his gaze from her, he gave a single order: "Mikoto, punish him."
Mikoto stepped forward, silent and cold, retrieving the coiled whip from the back of the wheelchair. In one smooth motion, she unfurled it as the leather snapped sharply in the air.
Kasumi's eyes widened, terror, flooding her face.
"N-no… No… Mikoto-san, please, don't!" she begged, shaking her head desperately.
But Mikoto did not even blink at her words.
Kanzou tightened his grip on Kasumi's face, forcing her to look straight ahead. "Watch, Kasumi-san," he said to her, and ordered Mikoto, "Do it."
Instantly, Mikoto's arm snapped down as the whip sliced through the air.
Shaa!!
The sharp crack exploded against Seiji's neck. His entire body convulsed in agony, a strangled, broken cry forced its way past the gag. Tears streamed down his face as another angry red welt surfaced across his skin.
"No… no…" Kasumi cried and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch. But the sound, those tortured, muffled screams, tore through her like blades. Her heart felt as though it might burst from the terror and helplessness.
"Tsk… tsk…" Kanzou clicked his tongue with mocking disappointment. "Kasumi-san closed her eyes and missed it. Mikoto, again."
Kasumi's eyes flew open in panic. She shook her head wildly, breath shaking. "No… Mikoto-san, please—mfff… mfff…"
Her desperate plea was smothered as Kanzou clamped a hand over her mouth.
He leaned in close, voice low and cold. "Do it," he ordered. Then, lips brushing her ear, he whispered, "Keep your eyes open, Kasumi-san. If you look away again… I'll just make her strike him over and over. Understand?"
"!!!" Her pulse hammered violently.
She wanted to shut her eyes, to block out the horror. But she couldn't. If she did… Seiji would suffer even more.
So she forced her eyes to remain open, forced herself to watch, as her husband trembled in agony before her.
Mikoto's expression didn't change. She raised the whip again and brought it down hard.
Shaa!
Seiji's body jerked violently, a muffled scream tearing from his throat as the strike carved fresh pain into his already-ravaged skin. Bound and helpless, he could only shake and cry through the gag.
Kasumi cried too, "Wooo… woooo…"
Her whole body trembled with each blow he suffered, fear and anguish spilling out of her in broken, muffled sobs.
Kanzou let her cry for a moment. Then he leaned close, his breath brushing her ear. "Fufu… that's better," he murmured. "You watched this time, like a good girl… and you saw how much that hurt Seiji-san. Now…" his tone grew darker as he added, "Imagine that whip landing on Shisui instead."
Kasumi's sobs stopped in an instant, her breath catching in her throat. A deeper dread surged through her, thoughts she didn't want to think, possibilities she couldn't bear to imagine.
Her entire world narrowed to the terror of what might happen to her son…
As if reading her thoughts, Kanzou nodded, confirming her deepest fear. "That's right… Every time you resist, both Seiji-san and your son will suffer. Shisui won't be spared."
"!!!" Kasumi froze, horror washing over her.
"Mikoto is keeping count," he continued coldly. "And once I'm done here, every stroke of that whip will be delivered to Shisui, right in front of you."
He let the threat linger in the air, then leaned closer with a cruel smirk.
"So go on… resist all you want, even though it's futile. Just know you'll be the reason your husband and precious son scream in agony."
A beat passed before he asked, voice low and poisonous: "Kasumi-san… you don't want your beloved husband and son being whipped to death, do you?"
After speaking, Kanzou didn't wait for her response. He seized her lips again.
This time, shaken and terrified by his threat, Kasumi didn't dare bite him.
She trembled, but let him do as he wished. Even when his tongue pressed against her lips, seeking entry, she yielded; even when it pressed against her teeth, she yielded again despite feeling helpless and ashamed.
It wasn't desire. It was the absence of choice.
'P-please forgive me, Seiji-san…' she begged silently, closing her eyes as tears continued to flow.
"Fufu… that's it…" Kanzou murmured approvingly against her lips.
He then turned his head just enough to lock eyes with Seiji, wearing a taunting smirk, before kissing Kasumi even more aggressively.
Chu… slrrppp…
Wet, humiliating sounds echoed through the chamber as Kasumi's lips were devoured by a man who wasn't her husband.
Seiji could only watch in helpless humiliation… while Mikoto stared with a burning, obsessive jealousy.
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