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Content Warning: This scene contains sexual assault and coercion, including forced kissing/groping, forced exposure, restraint/immobilization, humiliation/degradation, voyeurism/NTR, physical violence, threats of further harm, manipulation/gaslighting, and explicit sexual detail. Reader discretion strongly advised.
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Wet, humiliating sounds echoed through the chamber as Kasumi's lips were devoured by a man who was not her husband, while Seiji watched, bound, helpless, injured, and filled with hatred.
Chu… slrrpp…
Kanzou's tongue plundered her mouth without mercy, claiming every corner that once belonged only to Seiji. Meanwhile, his hands drifted lower, fingers sliding beneath the cups of her grey bra, no longer simply squeezing, but with a far clearer, more intimate intent.
And to make sure Seiji understood that intent perfectly, Kanzou shot him a taunting, playful glance before continuing…
Riiip—!
With a single, violent tug, he yanked the bra down to her waist. Her full D-cup breasts spilled free, heavy and swaying, nipples already stiff from fear and unwanted stimulation.
Boing…
They bounced once in the cold air before settling, completely exposed to the torchlight… and to Seiji's bloodshot, horrified eyes.
"Kyaaaa…! N-no…!" Kasumi shrieked between forced kisses, twisting uselessly in her chains.
Kanzou only laughed into her mouth and swallowed the cry with more kisses…
Slrrpp… chupa…
At the same time, his large palms immediately seized her bare breasts, kneading them roughly, possessively, right in front of her bound and wounded husband.
Kanzou also didn't forget to break the kiss just enough to smirk over Kasumi's shoulder at the bound man. "Seiji-san… look how perfectly your wife's tits fit in my hands." He squeezed them harder, deliberately distorting the shape of her breasts and showing it off to Seiji.
Kasumi's face flushed a deep crimson with shame.
"S-Seiji-san… d-don't look… p-please…" she whispered, her voice trembling with humiliation. The last thing she wanted was for her husband to witness another man's hands playing with her breasts.
But even as she begged Seiji to look away, he didn't, or couldn't. His eyes remained locked on her…
Kanzou immediately chuckled as he teased her, "Fufu… Kasumi-san, you tell him not to watch… yet he can't look away. Could it be that Seiji-san enjoys seeing his wife being molested by another man who is not him?"
"N-No… h-how could that be…?" Kasumi stammered, utterly stunned. Her gaze shifted to Seiji, his bloodshot eyes trembled, yet he never once looked away. That unbroken stare, fixed on her even as another man molested her, filled her with shame.
But the more she watched him, the more Kanzou's cruel suggestion echoed in her mind.
If Seiji truly hated this… wouldn't he look away? Wouldn't he close his eyes?
The fact that he didn't made a terrifying doubt bloom inside her, 'Is P-patriarch right…? Is Seiji-san secretly the kind of man who enjoys watching me get violated by another man…?'
Kasumi hadn't even noticed when the thought first crept in… the possibility that her husband might actually be a cuck and is enjoying watching her like this. The idea horrified her, but Seiji's unblinking stare made her suspicious.
It's a pity that she didn't know the truth.
Seiji wasn't a cuck at all.
It's not that he didn't want to look away or close his eyes; it's more like he simply couldn't look away. Physically, he is simply incapable of doing that at the moment.
Kanzou's Fuinjutsu held him completely under control, mind and body. Every action Seiji wasn't expressly allowed by Mikoto became impossible: closing his eyes, turning his head, even blinking had been temporarily stolen from him.
Kanzou he wasn't about to let him miss a single moment.
But Kasumi misunderstood everything, and the thought that her husband might secretly want this twisted scenario made her chest tighten painfully with guilt and confusion.
On the other hand, unaware of the thoughts in Kasumi's mind, Kanzou continued to knead and grop her breasts against her wishes, and while doing that, he also couldn't help comparing her breasts to the others he had claimed.
It was instinct for a man who had held many.
Kasumi's were smaller than Mikoto's, so there wasn't much to compare in size, but in texture, there was a difference. Kasumi had nursed a child; her breasts carried the softness and give that came from motherhood. Mikoto's, however, had only ever been touched and sucked by him, never used for feeding, their firmness still untouched by that change.
But in the end, Kanzou didn't mind the differences at all. Tits are all the same, and every woman he owned pleased him in her own way.
Yet a desire also flooded his mind, 'Can she…?' he wondered and rolled her nipples between his fingers, then suddenly pinched, hard.
"Iiiih—!" She jolted, chains rattling.
Not caring about her jolts, Kanzou glanced down at her breasts over her shoulder… Seeing no white stuff leaking out of her nipples, he pouted and, leaning in, he whispered hotly against her ear in curiosity, "Kasumi-san… do you not produce milk anymore?"
"N-No…!" Kasumi stammered in mortified panic, shaking her head rapidly. Her cheeks burned with shame, and the fact that he even asked such a thing left her mind spinning.
"Eh? Why not?" Kanzou pouted.
"W-Why not? What do you mean why not?" she snapped, disbelief and anger twisting her voice.
She could barely process his audacity. It was already humiliating enough that he was openly groping her breasts and molesting her in front of her husband. But for him to question why she didn't still produce breast milk, and then act dissatisfied with her answer?
This level of shamelessness was beyond anything she had ever encountered in her life.
As for why her breasts no longer produce milk, the reason is simple. Her son is already three years old, and being unusually mature for his age, he stopped breastfeeding when he was only thirteen months old. That means she hasn't nursed him for more than two years. Naturally, her body stopped producing milk after such a long break.
"Well, whatever… still a pity," Kanzou sighed, genuinely disappointed. Internally, he clicked his tongue. 'It's been years since I last drank a woman's milk straight from the source… I would've loved to taste hers… but… sigh…'
That disappointment didn't escape Mikoto's notice. Her cheeks warmed. 'Kan-sama… still wanting to drink breast milk at his age…'
The thought flustered her, yet a strange flutter of excitement stirred low in her stomach.
'If my breasts produced milk… he would drink from them, wouldn't he?'
And she wouldn't mind; she would gladly let him drink every drop if her body could give him that pleasure.
The problem was simple: her breasts didn't produce milk yet. She didn't even know if such a thing was possible without pregnancy… and whenever she thought about pregnancy, all she could do was sigh quietly. 'Why doesn't Kan-sama want me to get pregnant? If I had his child… I could feed him too…'
The doubt lingered, but she quickly forced herself to push it away for now. She bit her lip, tightened her grip on the whip, and focused on the immediate task, serving his will, exactly as he desired.
On the other hand, Kanzou also shook his head, not caring too much about the disappointment, and shifted his focus back to her tits… and grinned wickedly. The next moment, he seized her nipples again and twisted them, before pulling them cruelly, viciously.
"KyAAAAHHH—! I-it hurts…!"
"Is it?" He laughed, low and sadistic. "Good. I want it to hurt. I want you to scream so Seiji-san can hear exactly what happens to traitors' wives."
A sadist like him fed on the pain he inflicted.
Kasumi wasn't just any woman; she was the wife of a traitor and a traitor herself for hiding her husband's plot from the clan… from him. This wasn't some sex for pleasure. This was rape… And he was deliberately degrading her and inflicting pain upon her as raw punishment for her betrayal, for repaying his trust and kindness with a knife in the back.
He wanted every action to hurt so that she would scream… And he wanted her screams to tear through the room so Seiji, bound and forced to watch, could see his wife broken, suffering, and utterly ruined.
More than that, he wanted the truth to gut Seiji completely: to force him to see what a pathetic failure he was, how his treason had stripped away his role as husband, provider, and protector, and delivered Kasumi straight into this hell. In his final moments, Seiji would choke on regret, knowing every scream echoing around them was born from the choices he made.
Locking eyes with Seiji, he tightened his grip and yanked harder, pouring raw strength into every vicious pull.
Kasumi's scream exploded through the room, "Aaaa… AHHHHHH!" a ragged, desperate sound, as if he might tear her breasts clean from her body.
Still not satisfied, he swung his open palm down and slapped her bare breasts, hard, merciless, again and again, each blow landing with a sharp crack that turned her skin crimson and her cries into broken sobs.
Cha! Cha! CHA!
The sharp sounds cracked through the chamber like whip strikes of their own. Her pale skin turned bright red as angry handprints bloomed across the soft flesh.
"Wooo… wooo… i-it's hurting me…" Kasumi sobbed, biting her lip until it bled.
Kanzou only grinned wider at Seiji, "Seiji-san, your wife's tits are truly obscene. Keeping them all to yourself was selfish, don't you think? Well, it doesn't matter… now that you betrayed me, it's only fair I get to play with them whenever I want, isn't it?"
Saying that, he seized both nipples and pulled again, stretching her breasts forward until she screamed again, "AHHH–!"
Kanzou enjoyed that scream; it was music to his ears, and he also assured Seiji, "But don't worry… Seiji-san. As you can see, I'm still letting you watch!" he also smiled gratefully at the bound man, telling him, "To be honest, Seiji-san… I am really glad that you betrayed me… because if you didn't… I wouldn't have had the opportunity to play with these wonderful breasts of Kasumi-san… So… thank you, Seiji-san…. Thank you for being a traitor…"
Seiji thrashed like a mad animal, veins bulging, muffled howls tearing from his gagged throat.
Kanzou didn't pay any attention to him and went back to playing with her breasts, and made her scream in pain again and again…
His hand kept cracking down on Kasumi's breasts, relentless even as the pale skin flared angry red under the barrage of slaps.
She clenched her teeth and bit back whimpers as he mauled her.
She was no stranger to sex, but Seiji had never handled her with such deliberate cruelty. She who had only ever known her 'normal' was now being brutalized without mercy.
The contrast clawed at her mind; every stinging blow traumatized her deeper. She hated this, hated the humiliation, the pain, the violation, and her body trembled with the desperate wish for it to end.
But no matter how much she wanted it to stop… it didn't stop… not until Kanzou grew bored with it, which happened rather quickly as he decided to move on to the next stage.
Releasing her tits, his hand slowly glided downward as his finger hooked beneath the waistband of her long skirt, and he murmured with amusement, "Now… let's move on to the next course."
"Haaah… haah…" Kasumi had only just begun to breathe normally again. The burning sting in her breasts still lingered, throbbing with every inhale. But before she could recover, she heard his next words, felt his hand hooking at the waistband of her skirt. Instantly, the panic twisted inside her.
Immediately, she cried, "N-no… please… no…!" twisting desperately, trying to pull her hips back. "P-Patriarch… I beg you…!"
But pulling her back only caused her to press down harder against his crotch, her butt grinding against him with every involuntary movement, which was certainly amusing, and he could have taunted her by saying something like, 'Could it be… You want me to pound your asshole, rather than your pussy?' However, he didn't do so… rather, his smile vanished, replaced by icy mockery. "Fufu… you struggled, Kasumi-san. You know what that means."
Kasumi seemed a bit confused at those words…
Without letting her figure out, he tilted his head toward Mikoto, "Whip him."
"No—!" Kasumi screamed, but Mikoto's arm was already moving.
Shaa—CRACK!!
The leather tore across Seiji's chest again, splitting old wounds anew. His body convulsed, a strangled animal howl muffled by the gag.
Kasumi froze, trembling, tears streaming.
"Do you remember now what it means to struggle?" Kanzou asked softly, cruelly.
She bobbed her head, broken.
"I need words… speak… You are not mute…" he said coldly, slapping her stomach.
Cha!
"Y-yes… Yess… I-I remember," she nodded, horrified and squirming in pain.
"Since you remember, then tell me, are you going to resist being raped by me?" he questioned next.
She bit her lip hard, torn between truth and terror. Every instinct screamed to nod, to admit she would still fight him, but the sharp crack of leather on flesh, the fresh red welt blooming across Seiji's skin, and her husband's ragged scream silenced her defiance.
Instead, she shook her head. "No…"
"No… what…?" questioned Kanzou, narrowing his eyes.
"N-no… I-I won't r-resist being r-raped by you…" Kasumi replied while crying.
Kanzou's smile curled in satisfaction. "Good girl," he leaned in close, told her. "Now help me rape you."
Before she could react, he seized the hem of her long skirt and dragged it upward, bunching the fabric until it reached her mouth. "Bite down on it," he ordered calmly. "Hold it there. If it slips even once, Seiji-san gets another lash. And when I'm finished with you, every single one transfers to Shisui."
Kasumi's heart shattered, and she felt truly at a loss for words. Kanzou was raping her, he was ordering her not to struggle and let him rape her, and more than that, he was asking for her help in raping her! To that end, he was making her clutch her own skirt between her teeth like some obedient slave.
Countless tears burned behind her eyes, she wanted no part I this… she wanted to run away, to hide, to disappear… unfortunately for her, she had no choice.
With shaking lips, she obeyed, biting down hard on the bunched fabric, holding it firmly in place as humiliation seared through her.
The thick fabric stayed clenched between her teeth, hiking her skirt high and exposing the smooth length of her legs, the soft weight of her motherly thighs, and the simple grey lace panties that covered her womanhood.
Being seen like this by Seiji and Mikoto didn't shame her on its own. Seiji was her husband; he had traced every inch of her body countless times. Mikoto was a woman; her gaze carried no leering edge. No, the real humiliation burned in the context: they watched her stripped and obedient while another man prepared to rape her, and she helped him do it.
Each moment she kept the skirt trapped in her mouth, she carved the degradation deeper.
Tears slid unchecked down her cheeks, yet she bit down harder, jaws trembling, terrified that even a single slip would bring the whip crashing onto Seiji again, or, worse, onto their son.
"You do know how to be a good girl, don't you?" Kanzou laughed as he patted her head before speaking to her husband, "Look, Seiji-san. Your wife is even helping me rape her. Such a good, obedient woman."
Seiji glared at Kanzou with a hatred so intense he could have torn him apart with his teeth if given the chance. He wanted to, desperately. Anything to stop this humiliation… anything to save his wife from suffering because of his betrayal.
The guilt burned through him, twisting every breath into regret.
"P-pweazzz… stooopppp… d-dontttt…" he pleaded, voice breaking and pathetic.
Kanzou chuckled darkly, unfazed. "Fufu… If you want me to stop… then make me." His hand drifted between her thighs and traced it over her camel toe, which already seemed damp.
"Oh? Look at this, Seiji-san… your wife is already soaking through her underwear." He pressed harder, rubbing the wet fabric against her folds. "What do you think, Seiji-san… is Kasumi-san excited at the thought of being fucked by me and doesn't even care if you are watching?"
Kasumi frantically shook her head in horror, struggling to muffle out denials. "N-no—!" she gasped. She wanted to scream that she wasn't enjoying any of this, that she loathed every unbearable second.
"Shhh," Kanzou whispered, sliding the cloth aside and exposing her glistening pussy lips to the air… and to her husband's eyes. "Don't speak. If the skirt falls, you know what happens."
Kasumi understood exactly what would happen if he took her reaction as resistance. Humiliated by his words, she forced herself to stay silent, even as shame and fear churned inside her.
He chuckled coldly, twisting the situation into cruel mockery. "You must really look at this wetness, Seiji-san… she is definitely enjoying it, I am telling you…"
Silenced by his command, she couldn't voice a single protest, not when his finger traced over her damp panties, not when he slid the fabric aside to expose her womanhood to Seiji and Mikoto, not when he stroked her sensitive folds directly, and certainly not when he pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning.
All she could do was tear out a muffled moan from her throat as her entire body trembled, "Nhhnnnn—!"
Squelch… squelch…
Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the chamber, mingling with the desperate, muffled moans that leaked from behind the cloth jammed between her teeth.
"Nnngh—! Mmmph… hnnn…!"
Each push brought another choked, broken sound from her throat, half-sob, half-cry, all of them smothered and pitiful against the gag of her own skirt.
"I haven't even started yet, and you're already moaning like this…" he taunted with a low laugh.
His fingers began to scissor inside her, and her entire body jolted as unwanted pleasure surged through her nerves. She desperately didn't want to feel it; she hated every spark of it, yet her body betrayed her as more muffled moans spilled out.
"Aaahhnn… wh-what is this…?"
She was being forcefully fingered by a man who was not her husband, while that very husband was forced to watch, and still, her traitorous body found pleasure in the intrusion.
It felt immoral. Disgusting. Repulsive.
She wanted to bury her head in shame and die, but she couldn't even do that. Her body was trapped completely at the mercy of her assaulter.
"Bet Seiji-san has never fingered you like this… has he?" Kanzou chuckled, his teeth closing around her earlobe as he thrust his thick fingers in and out of her slick heat, stretching her in ways she'd never experienced.
"…" Kasumi didn't respond… not because she didn't want to, but simply because she didn't know what to say…
Should she say that he was indeed right… and that she has indeed never been fingered like this?
How could she say that?
Not to mention, she hated every moment of this. She refused to accept it, refused to believe her body could react like this, yet she couldn't deny the truth. Seiji had never made her feel anything like this. This sensation… this overwhelming, dizzying pleasure… it was entirely new, and it drove her crazy. And that made it so much worse.
Of course, Kanzou could do this to her. A man with his experience, his cruelty, his confidence, he could drag out a pleasure she had never known existed… a pleasure she desperately wished she didn't feel because she instantly knew that it was too addictive…
It was clearly apparent from the uncontrollable moans she was letting out as the sounds spilling from her were no longer muffled whimpers; they tore out of her raw and helpless, impossible to cage behind the soaked cloth:
"Ah! Nnnghaaa—! Haa—! Aahhn… aaahhhn—!"
"Fufu… look at her, Seiji-san… just from my fingers, she is already like this… I wonder what she'd be like when I put my cock in her pussy…" chuckled Kanzou, looking at Seiji again.
Seiji gave no response… he couldn't… his pride and ego were being wounded by watching his wife squirm like that in pleasure at the hands of a man that was not him…
And Kanzou didn't seem to care that he didn't give a response; rather, he kept his focus on fingering her pussy and pushing her to the edge… His efforts certainly bore the fruits he had hoped to see, and soon enough, the pleasure began to build rapidly, far too rapidly.
Heat flooded her lower belly, heavy and dangerous, coiling tight inside her.
Kasumi's eyes flew wide in panic, "T-this…!"
She shook her head frantically, pleading with her eyes for him to stop, "Sh-shtop…"
Unlike Mikoto and Kushina, being a married woman, she knew exactly what was coming… but that horrified her… because she didn't want to do it…
Not with Seiji and Mikoto watching… Not from the fingers of a man who wasn't her husband…
It would be the final shred of her dignity slipping away, as if she had any left after being violated in front of them.
Muffled whimpers slipped from her sealed lips as she begged him repeatedly, "Shtoopp… Shhtoppp…! S-something is… something is cumming"
Kanzou only grinned darker, "Fufufu… if it's coming, there's no point resisting… is there, Kasumi-san? Let Seiji-san see what kind of face you make when a man who is not your husband makes you reach your peak."
With that, his fingers plunged deeper, pumping harder, deliberately pushing her toward the breaking point.
Squelch… squelch…
Wet sounds echoed obscenely through the chamber as Kasumi fought desperately to hold back the eruption building inside her. She bit down harder on the skirt, jaw trembling, and clenched every muscle tight, praying it would stop… that she wouldn't break like this.
Across the room, Mikoto also instantly recognized that feeling, that unbearable pressure right before surrender.
Her own first time flashed through her mind, the mortifying moment she'd mistaken it for something else entirely. Her cheeks warmed at the memory.
'Kan-sama can really make any woman surrender… can't he?' The thought filled her with a twisted, obsessive pride. He was her husband. She was the one he marked as his wife.
Yet watching Kasumi experience that pleasure made jealousy coil tighter inside her.
She wanted to be in Kasumi's place, tied, helpless, violated so thoroughly by Kanzou that her mind couldn't think of anything but him.
The fantasy alone sent heat rushing through her body. She couldn't help but want to touch herself…
But Mikoto forced herself to remain composed.
Kanzou had given her a task, and she would not fail him. No matter how badly she wanted to feel that same overwhelming pleasure again… she would wait for his command.
While Mikoto forced herself to stay composed, Kanzou continued thrusting his fingers inside Kasumi with ruthless precision.
Shlk! Shlk! Shlk!
No matter how hard she clenched her muscles or tried to hold back, her body betrayed her. Pleasure like this could not be resisted, it demanded release.
Before long, the dam broke.
Shaa~
A loud, humiliating splash echoed through the chamber as liquid burst from her trembling core, splattering the stone floor. Her head snapped back, her spine arched in a perfect bow, her legs shook uncontrollably, and her stomach tightened hard as she squirted uncontrollably.
"Aaaahhhnnn—!"
She wasn't a stranger to climax. She had experienced orgasm before, not every time, but enough to know what it should feel like.
But this—
This overwhelming release, this intense pleasure ripping through her entire body, nothing she had ever felt in her life came close as she came harder than she ever had in her life.
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