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Content Warning: Contains explicit sexual content, psychological manipulation and conditioning, coercion and power imbalance, humiliation and degradation, and scenes of extreme violence and torture occurring alongside sexual activity.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Slurp… slurp…
Slow, wet sounds echoed against the stone walls as a head moved in a steady up-and-down rhythm, almost worshipful as it sucked a cock, Kanzou's cock.
"Fufu… Natsuhi… you really do seem to love sucking my cock, don't you?" Kanzou chuckled. He lazily patted her head with one hand, fingers threading through her brown hair, while his other elbow rested against the armrest of the stone chair he had shaped with Earth Style.
"Umm… chu… Kanzou-sama… your cock… it's so big and s-so… delicious… I can't help it… I feel addicted to your taste," Natsuhi murmured between licks, her tongue sliding along his length as she admitted to the addiction that she seemed to be developing.
"Hmm… is that so?" he replied, watching her with a half-lidded, amused smile.
She was no longer trembling, crying, horrified, desperate, or afraid in his presence.
Over the past few days, he had nearly completed her conditioning. He had replaced Hotarubi with himself as the focus of her love and affection, and he hadn't stopped there. He had pushed himself into the center of her worship, her lust, her devotion. Because it was all layered with pleasure and euphoria, the result was inevitable: whenever she thought of him, desire stirred, excitement followed.
And this, this moment before him, was the result of all of that.
She knelt between his spread thighs on the rough stone floor, pain biting into her knees as she wore nothing at all. Warm juices slowly leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the stone beneath her, but she didn't care about any of it. To her, kneeling naked before him felt natural. The only thing that mattered was pleasing him, and she devoted herself to that task with flushed cheeks.
"Kanzou-sama… am I… slrrpp… haan… am I doing it right?" she asked, glancing up at him.
"Yeah… you're doing great," he replied with a nod, a groan of pleasure slipping free as her lips worked around him.
She was doing remarkably well for someone with no prior experience. When it came to sucking a man's cock, she had been a complete novice; after all, he was the first man she had ever done this for. Even her former lover, Hotarubi, had never been fortunate enough to receive a blowjob from her.
'It's a pity you weren't a virgin…' he thought, watching her expression, lustful, yet still carrying a trace of innocence.
People in this world mature quickly, especially shinobi. While most remained reserved by nature, mutual affection could easily lead things to escalate, just as it had between Hotarubi and Natsuhi.
Indeed, it was Hotarubi who had taken her virginity, and that fact irritated Kanzou more than he cared to admit.
Such a beautiful woman had already been tasted by another man; how could he not feel irritated?
'It should have been me, not him.'
Of course, the Natsuhi before him no longer knew that truth. She no longer remembered Hotarubi at all. With Kanzou having replaced him in her memories, she believed that Kanzou himself had taken her virginity, and with that belief came her complete devotion.
'It really is a pity…' he thought again, shaking his head. But in the end, it didn't matter. Taking a woman's virginity was an achievement, yes, but stealing her away from her lover was an even greater one.
'Still… Hotarubi… I won't let this slide,' he thought darkly. 'You took her virginity, and I'll make you pay for it.' The idea that followed was twisted enough to draw a sadistic smile from his lips as he briefly wondered whether it might be too much.
'Ah… but before that…' he added to himself, exhaling slowly, 'let's enjoy the blowjob.'
He really had to admit that she learned quickly, not just how to worship appropriately, but also why she had to worship him.
At first, there had been hesitation, awkwardness, tears, muffled whimpers, and fear. That was understandable. The conditioning hadn't been complete yet; it had started, and was taking hold, but it hadn't fully settled.
He had been patient. Patient, in the way a predator, is patient once the prey has stopped running.
The sudden withdrawal of his touch, his voice, his approval, and with it, the pleasure those things brought her, had gradually conditioned her into accepting everything exactly as he wanted her to be.
And she had broken beautifully.
Now her lips sealed tightly around him, cheeks hollowing with each slow upward pull, exactly the way he preferred. Her tongue moved with devoted precision along the underside, tracing every thick vein as though committing it to memory. Saliva glistened on her chin and dripped in thin strands onto her bare breasts, but she paid it no attention. Her focus rested solely on him.
Slurp… schlick…
Kanzou let out a low, satisfied hum.
"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair, not to force her, but to guide, to remind. "Now go deeper… take my cock into your throat."
"H-haii…" Natsuhi obeyed without hesitation.
She pushed forward until her head pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered instantly as the urge to gag rose, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on breathing through her nose, "Phoo… phoo…" and swallowed around him.
Gluck… gluck…
"Ohh… that's good…" he groaned softly as his hips twitched.
'Kanzou-sama is really enjoying this…' she realized, a shiver of excitement running down her spine at the thought of pleasing him so completely. Pride and heat bloomed together in her chest, driving her to try harder. She bobbed faster, movements growing more eager, more desperate to satisfy him.
She didn't neglect his balls either. One soft hand cupped them, gently rolling their weight while the other braced against his thigh for balance. All the while, her tongue never stopped, flicking, lapping, pressing flat against the sensitive ridge just beneath the head, devoted to every reaction she drew from him.
Slurp… slurp… schlick…
Slowly but steadily, Kanzou's breathing grew rougher. His hand slid from her hair to cup the back of her head, not shoving, but holding her in place as his control began to fray.
"That's it… just like that…"
She hummed around him in response, "Mmmmm~" the vibration ripping a deeper groan from his throat.
Her eyes flicked upward, glassy with lust and devotion, searching his face. She wanted to see it. Wanted to watch the moment he unraveled within her mouth because of her service.
And then suddenly, he did.
His fingers flexed in her hair, his abs tightened, and a guttural sound tore from him, "Fuck… Natsuhi, I am cumming gaaahhh—"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Hot, thick spurts flooded her mouth without warning.
Natsuhi's eyes widened as a surge of greedy excitement welled up inside her. 'Kanzou-sama's cum… ahhh… I want it… I want all of it…'
Gulp… gulp…
She swallowed greedily, throat working visibly as rope after rope coated her tongue and slid down. Some escaped the corners of her lips, dripping white onto her chin, but she chased every drop, sucking softly even as he pulsed the last of it into her.
When he finally eased back, still half-hard, she let him slip free with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva and cum connecting her swollen lips to the glistening tip for a moment before it broke.
She stayed on her knees, panting softly, chest rising and falling. Her eyes, bright, adoring, pupils blown wide with arousal, lifted to meet his.
"Kanzou-sama…" she whispered, voice hoarse and trembling with emotion. "Did… did I do well?"
For a long moment, he simply looked at her.
Then his hand returned to her head, and he stroked her hair slowly, carding through her damp strands, brushing his thumb over her cheek to wipe away a stray tear, or perhaps just a bead of cum.
She leaned into the touch like a cat seeking more.
"Yeah, you really did well," he said, voice low and warm with approval.
Her whole body seemed to melt at the words. A soft, shaky smile curved her lips. Fresh heat bloomed between her thighs, visible in the way her legs pressed together instinctively.
"Umm…" She nuzzled against his thigh, pressing a reverent kiss to the base of his softening cock before looking up again, eyes shining in devotion and worship, "May I… stay like this a little longer?"
He chuckled softly, and, indulging her worship, "I'll allow it for a while."
She settled there happily, cheek resting on his leg, lips brushing feather-light kisses along his length as though it were the most natural place in the world.
And for her, for the Natsuhi he had remade, it indeed was.
Sometime later, Kanzou stroked her head and called her name. "Natsuhi…"
"Umm?" She looked up at him in response.
"I have a task for you," he said calmly.
"A task?" she asked, blinking. Then, with quiet devotion, she added, "Please tell me… I will complete it."
"Come with me," he said. He helped her to her feet and adjusted his pants, while she remained naked. Taking her hand, he led her out of the room.
Shin, Hazuki, and Souta were still away on their mission, so there was no one to see her walking beside him like this. He guided her down the corridor and into another room, one where Hotarubi was bound and helpless.
"K-Kyaaa… Kanzou-sama… there's someone here…" she cried out, immediately hiding behind him, unwilling to let any man other than Kanzou see her naked.
"It's fine," Kanzou said calmly. "He can't see you. I blinded him." He gently urged her to look.
"I… I see…" she nodded, though she still kept herself mostly hidden as she peeked out from behind him.
The moment her eyes landed on the sight before her, she froze. "T-this…"
Her reaction was only natural; the scene was horrifying.
A man lay sprawled on the stone floor, his body drenched in blood. Countless wounds covered him from head to toe, his face so badly mutilated it was barely recognizable. Both of his eyes were gone, blades embedded where they should have been. Much of the blood had already dried, giving him the appearance of a corpse rather than a living person.
There was a faint, sickening stench rising from the body. Thankfully, there were no flies; otherwise, she suspected maggots might already have infested him.
Even so, the scene was gruesome beyond words.
And yet, for some reason, Natsuhi didn't feel the urge to look away. As horrifying as the man's mangled body was, her gaze remained fixed on him.
Given his battered, blood-soaked face and ruined form, she shouldn't have recognized him. At least, that was how it was supposed to be. After all, in her altered memories, Hotarubi no longer existed. There was only Kanzou, the love of her life, the man she worships, the object of her devotion, her loyalty, her lust, and her infatuation.
By all logic, this man should have been a complete stranger to her.
And yet, as she stared at the broken, bloodied figure, a strange sense of familiarity stirred within her, as if she knew him, even though she shouldn't… and didn't.
Worse still, the sight of his gruesome state filled her with an inexplicable sadness. She didn't understand why, only that her chest felt tight. Her fingers clenched in Kanzou's clothing as she asked, voice trembling, and eyes moistening, "H-He…? Who is he?"
Kanzou noticed the trembling sadness woven into her voice, and it didn't surprise him.
It was only natural. While her memories had been altered, her emotions still existed. Genjutsu had no way to erase feelings entirely. The love and affection she once held for Hotarubi hadn't vanished; they had simply been redirected toward him. But now, with the true object of those emotions appearing before her, even without an identifiable and recognizable face, confusion was inevitable.
The clash stirred something deep within her, pulling at feelings she couldn't understand or name.
It was something like an instinct telling her…
'Sure enough… I need to corrupt these instinctive emotions of hers…' thought Kanzou, and holding her hand, he led her forward, "Come with me…"
Without giving her time to react, he guided her toward the stone platform. After circling halfway around it, he positioned her beside the edge where Hotarubi's head and arms were restrained.
"Stand here," he instructed calmly. "Place both hands on the stone… and stick out your ass."
"Kanzou-sama… t-this…" Natsuhi froze, stunned and at a loss for words. Discomfort crept over her. For one thing, she couldn't understand why the sight of that gruesomely injured man, someone she shouldn't have known at all, made her feel so unbearably sad. And on top of that… Kanzou wanted to fuck her here?
"What's wrong?" Kanzou asked softly, leaning in to whisper against her ear as he pressed his hips firmly against her ass.
"C-can we go to another room?" she asked quietly, careful not to sound demanding.
She didn't mind being fucked by him. But here… in the presence of another man, one so bloodied and broken, made her skin crawl.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked again, deliberately grinding his bulge against her ass.
"Well… it feels gross here, and… and… that man is here too," she replied, her voice tight with tension.
From what she could tell, the man truly couldn't see her, not with two blades sticking out from his eye sockets. And if she was being honest, he didn't appear to be conscious either.
In fact, he was so unresponsive that she couldn't even tell whether he was alive or dead.
Either possibility made her deeply uncomfortable.
If he were dead, she didn't want to have sex with Kanzou in the presence of a corpse. And if he were alive, the idea of doing it while facing such a bloodied, broken man disturbed her just as much.
"I understand your discomfort," he said softly, caressing her naked stomach. "But this time… I can't allow that. I want to fuck you here." As he spoke, he bit gently at her earlobe.
"This… Kanzou-sama…" Natsuhi felt helpless, words failing her. She didn't want to oppose him—but—
Before she could speak, Kanzou continued, "Do you want to know why I want to fuck you here… even with that man tied up beside us?"
"W-why?" she asked hesitantly.
"Tell me," he said quietly. "What do you feel when you look at this man?"
"—!" Panic surged through Natsuhi. 'Has Kanzou-sama already noticed…?'
The strange emotions that stirred whenever she looked at the man, she didn't want to reveal them. The sadness, the confusion, and the unease all felt like a betrayal. Feeling these emotions for another man, especially here, especially now, felt wrong, almost like cheating. Worse, she didn't even understand those feelings herself, let alone know how to explain them. She wanted to deny them, to bury them, but it seemed Kanzou had already seen through her silence.
She tried to explain to him and opened her mouth to answer his question… but she didn't know how to put that confusion into words. The strangeness tangled in her chest, leaving her unable to speak, "…"
Seeing her hesitation, Kanzou suddenly grabbed her cheek with one hand. With the other, he painfully twisted her nipple, pressing her firmly as he spoke. "Well?" he said coldly. "I'm waiting for an honest answer."
"I… I feel sad when I look at him… and my heart… it feels like it's crying," she confessed, her voice trembling. "I-I don't want to feel this way… I don't even understand why I do… p-please forgive me, Kanzou-sama… I swear… the only man I love… the only one I worship… is you… a-and yet… hicc…"
Her words broke apart as she began to cry. She truly felt as though she had done something terribly wrong, something unforgivable.
"Shh… it's all right," Kanzou said quietly, clamping a hand over her mouth as she sobbed. "I know. This is exactly what I suspected." His voice lowered as he continued, "You may not understand why you feel this way… but I do."
Her eyes widened as she looked at him, shock and confusion mingling with doubt.
"Do you want to know why you're feeling like this?" he asked.
"Unn…" She nodded weakly, and Kanzou began to explain.
"It's because of this man," he said, gesturing toward the bound figure. "His name is Hotarubi. He used a secret jutsu on you, one designed to manipulate emotions. It's an extremely dangerous technique. Normally, a jutsu that can directly affect emotions shouldn't exist… or at least, that's what I once believed. But this man… This man possessed some kind of technique that could influence the hearts of others. It creates confusion, twists emotions, and can even make people fall in love with him. You nearly did," he continued calmly. "If I hadn't arrived in time to dispel it, you would have."
Her eyes widened in disbelief… as she finally figured out the reason why she was feeling what she was feeling.
Kanzou chuckled inwardly, seeing that she was buying his bullshit, and continued, "Of course, even I am not powerful enough to erase it completely. While I broke the jutsu, traces of it still linger within you. Those residual effects, that confusion you feel, that sadness you feel when looking at his state, that's the lingering effect of his Jutsu."
He finished his explanation and watched her closely as the so-called truth settled in. Seeing that she wanted to speak, he released the hand covering her mouth, and she immediately asked her question.
"B-but… why would he do something like that to me… to us?" she asked, bewildered. "I… I don't even know him. I've never met him. I never offended him… s-so… w-why…?"
She truly couldn't understand.
"Some people are just like that," Kanzou replied as his hair fell over his eyes. "It happens when the woman they desire doesn't return their feelings, or when she is swayed, manipulated, or deceived by sweet, convincing words and ends up leaving the man she loves."
His voice remained calm as he continued. "And when men like that… who have been cheated upon, cucked, and betrayed, they can't stomach the sight of a healthy, loving relationship. They think, If I didn't get love… if my love was taken from me… then how can these two deserve it? And so they decide to ruin it."
Natsuhi stood stunned. There was something dark woven into Kanzou's voice as he spoke, something that unsettled her. She tried to read his expression, but his hair shadowed his eyes, making it impossible. Before she could ask anything, he lifted his head and added with a reassuring smile, "But you don't have to worry… I made sure you wouldn't be affected by someone like him… and I also tortured him like this for daring to have the desire to steal you from me…"
"I… I see…" she nodded, relief washing over her. She was really glad that the man she loves and worships is Kanzou, who can make sure that nobody else touches her; otherwise, she wouldn't even realize, and this Hotarubi scum would have managed to get his hands on her.
At the same time, anger flared in her chest, anger toward the bloodied man for trying to pollute her emotions towards her Kanzou-sama.
"You… Hotarubi-kun—" she began, calling his name with a sudden sense of familiarity that made her pause.
"It's the lingering effect of his jutsu," Kanzou said calmly, caressing her hips.
Natsuhi nodded again. "I see… it really is a dangerous jutsu." Understanding that this sense of familiarity came from his Jutsu and it only made her more hateful towards the man… how could she ever call someone who is not Kanzou with such familiarity and affection?
Only sluts, whores, and cheap women can do something like that… and she is not such a woman.
Therefore, she fully believed that it really must be the effect of his Jutsu.
Clenching her teeth in frustration, she then turned fully toward Hotarubi and spoke firmly. "No matter what you went through in your life, it doesn't give you the right to steal me from my Kanzou-sama. I-I… belong to him. He's the only man I love and worship. Someone like you… I could never love… and I would never love…!!!"
Those words… they unexpectedly made Hotarubi twitch slightly… as his gagged mouth opened and he tried to speak something… but all that came out was incoherent gargles since he didn't even have his tongue to be able to speak… "aa… wa… aaaa…"
When Hotarubi suddenly twitched, Natsuhi panicked. "H-he moved…!!" she cried, instinctively trying to pull away.
"It's all right," Kanzou said calmly, holding her in place. "He can't do anything. I made sure of that."
"B-but… why did he move?" she asked, her voice trembling.
She had believed Kanzou had tortured him to the point of complete unresponsiveness. Yet he had moved the moment he heard her voice, and the thought unsettled her.
"It's probably because he isn't satisfied with this result," Kanzou replied smoothly. "He still wants to resist, to fight back and take you away from me."
Of course, Kanzou hadn't killed Hotarubi yet. How could he be satisfied if he didn't also torment the man's mind? Physical torture and pain had their appeal, but they were nothing compared to the satisfaction of inflicting psychological suffering.
From the moment Kanzou realized he had captured Hotarubi and Natsuhi, a pair of lovers who, in the original course of events, had married and even had a child by the name of Sumaru, he knew simple violence wouldn't be enough.
Natsuhi had remained loyal to Hotarubi even years after his death. Such a lucky bastard, he deserved to be broken mentally as well, right?
Otherwise, how could Kanzou truly feel satisfied?
That was why he kept Hotarubi alive.
Despite inflicting severe physical torture on him, Kanzou made sure not go to the point of killing Hotarubi.
As a result, his body hovered on the edge of death, battered and failing, but not yet gone. He could no longer see. He could no longer speak. But he could still hear, and that was all Kanzou needed. Hearing alone was enough to ensure that the torment reached its deepest, most unbearable form.
Natsuhi clenched her teeth, anger flaring in her chest. Before she could speak, Kanzou continued, his voice firm as he looked at Hotarubi's twitching body, "That's why we need to make something clear. I want to fuck you here, right in front of him, so he can finally understand who you belong to."
"I see…" she nodded, understanding his meaning.
"So… will you let me do it? Will you let me fuck you here and now?" he asked softly, whispering into her ear.
Natsuhi hesitated for a moment, still unsettled by the state of the room and the man bound within it. But she also didn't want to oppose Kanzou. If she refused, wouldn't that mean she was still being affected by Hotarubi's jutsu?
'He might think I'm still under that man's influence…' The thought made her chest tighten.
Moreover, if she refused despite being fully aware of the reason and necessity of his actions, wouldn't it hurt him? Hurting him was not something she wanted to do at all. How could she, of all people, ever think about hurting the man she loves and worships?
After a brief inner struggle, she nodded. "Okay… Kanzou-sama… please fuck me here and now… so that this deceitful cuck of a man who tried to steal me from you can fully understand that I belong to you, and only you."
"Fufu… I knew I could trust my Natsuhi…" Kanzou said, unable to restrain his grin. He leaned closer and added, "So now… let's show him just how thoroughly I can violate you… and pleasure you… in ways he could never hope to achieve and feels cucked by our close bond."
"Umm… yes…" she nodded shyly.
Then he gave his command, spanking her ass, "So, get on top of him… doggy style."
Though Natsuhi felt reluctant and deeply unsettled by the situation, she obeyed. "O-okay…"
She climbed onto the stone platform, placed her hands on either side of Hotarubi's body, and positioned her knees beside his head. Following the instructions, she arched her back and pushed her ass out, leaving her pussy hovering directly above his face, while her own face remained uncomfortably close to his crotch.
She scrunched her nose in disgust, unwilling to look at or smell something so filthy. Thankfully, it was still covered by his boxers, making the situation somewhat tolerable; otherwise, it would have made her puke out in disgust. After all, the only crotch she ever wanted to see, smell, touch, and lick was Kanzou's. Anyone else? She would rather die.
Anyway, once she was in position, she glanced back at him and asked softly, "Is this good, Kanzou-sama?"
"Yeah… this is good," Kanzou replied with a nod, his hands roaming over her ass. "If the sight of his pathetic crotch makes you too uncomfortable," he added casually, "just close your eyes."
"Ahhn… yes… I'll do that…" she nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his pathetic little penis.
The moment she closed her eyes, the disgust somewhat disappeared, and pleasure arose.
With her vision gone, her other senses sharpened, especially the touch, as she also desperately focused on it since the one touching her was Kanzou, and she could feel the sensation of his hands moving over her buttocks becoming more pronounced, sending heat rushing through her entire body, making her feel highly aroused.
Noticing the color rising in her skin, Kanzou spoke softly, "Natsuhi… make sure you describe how you're feeling."
Inwardly, a wicked thought crossed his mind: 'If you don't say it aloud, how will your beloved Hotarubi know just how much pleasure you're feeling from a man who isn't him?'
Unaware of his true intentions, Natsuhi nodded. "Hann… y-yes, Kanzou-sama… I will…" she said, her voice slipping into a soft moan. "I-I feel hot… my entire body… it's burning… ahhhnnn. A-and m-my pussy… it's gotten wet…"
Warm drops slipped from her folds and fell onto Hotarubi's bloody and bruised face below making him twitch in more than just physical agony.
The sight made Kanzou smile wickedly.
"Well then…" he murmured. "I suppose I should make you cum too, hmm? You gave me such a good blowjob earlier… so I'll return the favor."
As he spoke, his hand slid over her small but swollen slit, grazing it, which made her whimper, "Haannn~"
Just a few days ago, her pussy had been soft, small, tight, and faintly pink, an innocent color that had only known intimacy with the man she loved. Now, though still petite, it was swollen and sensitive, shaped because of being repeatedly used by Kanzou.
"Natsuhi… do you want my fingers inside your pussy?" Kanzou teased, brushing against her slit without quite entering.
She moaned and nodded eagerly. "H-haii… p-please, Kanzou-sama…" and begged him without even needing to be asked, "Please violate the insides of my needy, shameless pussy with your fingers…"
"Fufu… well, if you're asking so nicely, I suppose I have to oblige," he murmured. Then, turning his attention deliberately toward Hotarubi, he added, laughing mockingly, "Hotarubi-san, did you hear her? Even while you're lying right beneath us… Natsuhi is begging me to finger her needy pussy, not you. Do you understand what that means? It means she doesn't love you, and she never will... hahaha…"
As Hotarubi twitched weakly beneath them, Kanzou let out a soft laugh and unceremoniously slid two fingers inside her, spreading her from within.
"Aaahhn… Kanzou-sama… y-your fingers… t-they're inside my small pussy… hhhannn…" she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure.
"Hahaha… you like this, don't you?" he said, curling his fingers and pressing upward against the sensitive spot he had already mapped so thoroughly over the past few days.
Schlick… schlick…
Wet, obscene sounds filled the small chamber as he began to pump slowly at first, teasing her, making her feel every ridge of his knuckles dragging along her inner walls.
"Hannn… hnnnn…" she breathed out needy, helpless whimpers as her hips jerked forward on their own, instinctively chasing the pressure.
Kanzou lifted his free hand and smacked her ass.
Cha~
The slap jolted her, nearly forcing her eyes open in shock.
Kanzou spanked her again and gave his command. "Tell him, Natsuhi. Tell Hotarubi-san exactly how it feels when my fingers stretch your little cunt."
Her breath hitched.
She didn't understand why shame flooded her, or why a faint reluctance stirred at the thought of saying such things to Hotarubi.
'It must be the lingering effect of his jutsu…' she told herself. Wanting to rid herself of it completely, she pushed past the embarrassment, past the heat pooling in her core, and obeyed.
"I-it… it feels sooo good… I already feel so full," she whispered at first, her voice trembling, "just from two fingers…"
Cha~
That whisper earned her another sharp slap to the ass.
"Louder," he commanded. "How is he supposed to hear you if you don't speak clearly to him?"
"Ahh… y-yes…" she nodded, trembling with pleasure. She raised her voice, moaning openly, "Hotarubi-kun… K-Kanzou-sama's fingers are so big… they rub right against the place that makes me shake… hnnn… they go so deep… my pussy keeps clenching around them like it never wants to let them go…"
Her words made Hotarubi's body jerk again beneath her, a weak, involuntary spasm. A gurgling rasp escaped his ruined mouth, muffled, broken, desperate. "Wa… na… hi… y… ut…"
The sound only sharpened Kanzou's smile.
"Hear that, Hotarubi-san?" he said softly. "This is what Natsuhi is feeling. This is what my fingers do to her, something you could never make her feel."
As he spoke, he curled his fingers more firmly inside her, his thumb finding her clit and pressing down in slow, deliberate circles.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
Natsuhi's thighs began to tremble, her arms shaking where she braced herself on either side of Hotarubi's broken body. Warm arousal spilled steadily from her pussy, dripping in soft, obscene patters onto the bloodied face beneath her.
Each drop made the ruined man flinch faintly, as if acid were being poured into open wounds.
"Ahh… ahhn… Kanzou-sama… I-I'm getting close… my pussy is throbbing so much…" Her voice rose, breathy and fractured. "It feels… so good… better than anything… hnnn… I can't stop leaking… it's dripping everywhere…"
"Is that so?" Kanzou asked, leaning over her back, his chest pressing firmly against her spine.
"Y-yes…" she nodded weakly. "I… I want to cum… ahhhnnn… Kanzou-sama… I want to cum…"
"Fufu… then do it," he murmured. "Cum, Natsuhi… cum…"
His fingers moved faster, pistoning more obscenely inside her, while his thumb ground relentless circles over her swollen clit.
"C-can I really?" she asked, the questions tumbling out one after another. "Here? In this position? On top of him?" Shame and hesitation tangled in her chest. The idea of climaxing over a man who was not the object of her love, lust, or worship felt wrong, deeply wrong.
Kanzou didn't see it that way. "On the contrary," he said calmly. "This is exactly where you should do it. Cum right here, right on top of him." His voice hardened slightly as he added, "But remember, and make sure he understands this clearly, you're cumming for me, not him. With your juices, let him feel how completely your body belongs to me."
"O-okay then…" she nodded, her head dropping forward. Strands of brown hair clung to her sweat-damp cheeks as her hips rocked back against his hand in frantic, desperate motions.
"Y-yes… Kanzou-sama… I—I'm… I'm almost there… just a little more… haann… j-just… aaahn… aahhnn… aaahhnnn… it's coming… I'm c-cumming… you're making me cum, Kanzou-sama… y-you're making me—"
Schlick… schlick…
Her entire body seized as a sharp, keening cry tore from her throat. "C-cu-cummingggg… aaahhhnnn—!"
Squelch… squelch…
Her inner walls clamped down hard around his fingers as clear fluid burst out in a sudden rush, splashing hot and wet over Hotarubi's mutilated face, showering him with her squirt as the juices ran down his wounded, bloody cheeks.
Some even slipped past his lips as her body continued to gush again and again.
Splatter… splatter…
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Lemon ongoing, powerstones please!!!!
Let the power stones count surpass 100 within the next 24 hours!!!!
Read ahead of public release on P atreon at: p-atreon.com/Knockturn_Alley
Check out Chapter illustrations on Pixiv: unhinged_uchiha
If you like this story, then you might also like my other story: One Piece: The Incubus' Adventure. Give it a try.