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By the time Kanzou returned to the dining room, freshly bathed and changed, the atmosphere of the dining room had transformed completely.
"Oh… Mikoto-san… did you plan all this?" he murmured, blinking in genuine surprise. He hadn't expected her to go this far.
The dining table was neatly set, laden with carefully arranged dishes. The main lights had been turned off, replaced by the soft glow of candlelight, and slow, romantic music drifted from the record player, filling the room with warmth.
It was the perfect setting for an intimate dinner, one meant for a loving couple, or perhaps a carefully prepared date.
Mikoto, having just lit the final candle, straightened and felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment.
For a moment, she wondered if she had gone too far. "I… I'm sorry," she said softly.
Yet inwardly, she told herself, 'Since I want to create new memories with Kanzou-sama and I want a new beginning… So…'
Even if she had been a little excessive, this was something she wanted. She wanted to overwrite the violent, painful memories tied to him, replace them with something gentler, something deliberate, something romantic.
If this marked the beginning of her fall, she hoped it wouldn't be as cruel as her first experience had been.
She has read about these romantic dinner dates in quite a few books… and they help the couples set up a nice atmosphere… which is why she had opted for this.
Kanzou shrugged lightly. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I wouldn't mind seeing what a candlelit dinner with a beautiful woman is like."
Mikoto blinked in surprise at his words and asked tentatively, "Kanzou-sama… is this your first candlelight dinner?"
She spoke as though she were experienced in such things, even though this was her first as well. Still, that made sense for her. What surprised her was him. She was certain he had been involved with other women before; she hadn't expected this to be something entirely new to him.
"I'm not really the romantic type," Kanzou replied casually.
In this life, his relationships had always been unequal. He took control, used women for his own satisfaction, and discarded them once his interest faded. It had never been about love, tenderness, or shared moments. Romance simply had no place in his mind.
As for his previous life—
'I don't even want to remember that,' he thought, grimacing. The memories were unpleasant, and he had no desire to revisit them at all.
"Kanzou-sama?" Mikoto frowned, noticing his grim expression and wondering if she had displeased him somehow.
"It's nothing," he said, shaking his head as he pushed those unpleasant thoughts aside. Refocusing on the candlelit table, he asked, "Are you finished setting everything up? If not, I can help."
They both knew how the night would end, so he saw no reason not to indulge her efforts a little.
Mikoto felt a flicker of happiness at his offer to help, but she shook her head. "No… everything is ready." She stepped back and gently pulled out a chair for him. "Please, have a seat. I'll serve you."
"Very well," he nodded, taking the chair she offered.
By gentleman's etiquette, he should have been the one to pull out a chair for the lady, but Kanzou was no gentleman. And since she had prepared everything herself, he saw no reason to pretend otherwise.
As Kanzou took his seat, Mikoto began serving him.
However, he didn't reach for his chopsticks right away. Instead, he stared at the dishes in silence, his gaze fixed and unreadable.
Noticing his lack of movement, Mikoto grew uneasy. She wondered if something was wrong, if perhaps the dishes weren't to his liking.
'No… I followed the list Kaede-chan gave me,' she reassured herself. 'These dishes should definitely suit his tastes…'
Unless Kaede had deliberately misled her, everything she prepared should have been exactly what Kanzou liked. Yet he still hadn't touched his food, and that hesitation made unease creep into her chest.
Unable to keep the worry to herself, she asked softly, "Um… Kanzou-sama, is something wrong?"
Rather than answering, Kanzou patted his lap. "Come here," he said calmly. "Sit."
Mikoto froze, her cheeks flushing at once. "W-wouldn't it be better to eat first—" she began, thinking that he wanted to do that sort of thing while eating… It's not that she was opposed to being harassed by him; she still felt that eating first would be better… but his steady, unquestioning gaze stopped her short.
Realising resistance was pointless, and considering that she had come to him to surrender anyway, she swallowed her embarrassment and obeyed.
With careful movements and lips pressed together shyly, she sat sideways on his lap, her buttocks resting on his thighs.
Kanzou slid one arm behind her back, steadying her so she wouldn't slip. His hand rested warmly against her Kimono, tracing slow, absent-minded circles with his fingers that only made her shiver and deepened her blush.
"Kanzou-sama… um… I…" she murmured, releasing a shaky breath as she fiddled with her fingers, unable to say anything.
Smiling faintly, he lifted his chopsticks with his other hand, selected a piece from the starters, dipped it lightly in sauce, and brought it to her lips.
"Here," he said softly. "Open your mouth."
"I… I was hoping you would eat it," she replied, hesitating.
"It's fine," he said calmly. "There's plenty. Go on." He nudged the piece against her lips.
Unable to refuse his insistence, Mikoto parted her lips and took a small, careful bite, chewing quietly and with practiced grace.
As to be expected, her eating manners were impeccable and definitely belonged to a woman of high society. Even though she was in this embarrassing state, she ate with unexpected grace.
Kanzou watched her for a moment before asking, "How is it?"
She hesitated, unsure how to answer. She had cooked it herself and tasted everything beforehand, confident in her skill; she knew that it was extremely good, but boasting was not in her nature.
After a brief pause as she swallowed it down her throat, she replied softly, "It's… um… good, I think," and added, "You should… try it."
"Hmm…" he hummed softly, then reached for another dish and brought it to her lips once more. "Open up again."
"Kanzou-sama…" Mikoto tried again, wanting to say she would rather have him eat, after all, it's for him that she has prepared all this, but one look at his steady gaze told her there was no room for refusal. Feeling helpless, she parted her lips once more, took the bite, chewed carefully, and swallowed.
Kanzou watched her closely, then reached for a third dish… then a fourth… then a fifth. Each time, he fed it to her himself. With every bite, Mikoto's unease grew. Her eyes slowly welled with moisture as doubt crept in.
For some reason, she was starting to feel humiliated… It felt as though Kanzou was mocking her, even though he wasn't.
Was something wrong with the food? Had she misunderstood his tastes? Had Kaede deceived her? Such questions arose in her mind.
At the same time, a faint suspicion tugged at her mind, which she felt was more viable. Hesitating, she finally asked in a small, uncertain voice, "A… are you testing for poison?"
One by one, he was making her eat every dish she had cooked… and she noted that he was intently watching her eat. Unless he had some kink about making his women eat and then watch them swallow it down… she felt certain that he was testing for poison.
At her question, Kanzou's hand paused mid-motion, answering enough in itself.
He didn't bother hiding it either. "Hmm… yes. I was testing for poison," he admitted calmly. "And it seems you didn't add any. Is that right, Mikoto-san?"
She shook her head quickly. "No…" Her eyes grew wet, hurt by the suspicion, but she also understood that it was a reasonable suspicion to have, and said, "You can rest easy… I didn't add any such thing."
"I'm a little disappointed that you didn't," Kanzou said, setting the chopsticks down.
He really was disappointed that she didn't try to kill him using poison during this opportunity.
Noting his disappointment, Mikoto froze, startled. "You… wanted me to poison it?" she asked softly.
"Not really," he replied with a faint chuckle, shaking his head. "That would only have led to your death, and I don't want you to die." Then, more quietly, he added, "Death isn't the mercy I intend to grant you."
Her chest tightened at those cruel words, but at this point, such a thing had already been told to her once. She forced a weak smile. "Then… I suppose it's better that I didn't."
"True," Kanzou nodded. Had she died by her own hand, reviving her would have been tedious, and he had no desire to bother with that.
Still, curiosity lingered. He tilted his head slightly. "But tell me, Mikoto-san… why didn't you poison the food? Not even one dish. You must have thought about it at least once, didn't you?"
"Please… don't say that," she whispered, biting her lip as she closed her eyes. She rested her head against his chest, a tear slipping and soaking into the fabric.
"Did you truly never wish to see it?" he asked quietly. "To see my lifeless body?"
"I didn't," she answered with a weak, breathless sigh. She really didn't even consider the option of poisoning him… she wasn't even tempted by the idea.
"Why not?" The question genuinely puzzled him.
After everything he had done to her, threatening her grandfather's life to force himself upon her, violating her twice despite her pleas, leaving her with no dignity or choice… yet she didn't even entertain the idea of poisoning him using this opportunity? It was very strange and unnatural… after all, in her heart, she should hate him, right?
"If you had," he continued calmly, "you could have had your revenge. And if I were dead… There would have been no one left to threaten you. You could have been free, you know?"
"It's because…" she said with difficulty. "I don't desire vengeance. I just want to forget everything that happened and make new memories with you."
What he had done to her had hurt her deeply. It shattered the image of the man she had once admired and left her traumatized and disillusioned. Not a single day had passed since the assault without tears, sometimes more than once. He had made her feel worthless and afraid, her body left aching, her confidence broken. She became frightened to even step outside, terrified that someone might notice what had happened to her.
At first, she hated him. But beneath that hatred lay something heavier: brokenness, pain, and confusion. Thoughts of revenge rarely surfaced… what surfaced was guilt, shame, hopelessness.
And when she learned that Fugaku already knew what had been happening between them, the last of her hope collapsed, forcing her to make a choice.
Rather than cling to hatred, she chose to bury those memories beneath new ones and remain by his side, believing that forgetting might hurt less than fighting.
Well, it's not as though she had the strength to fight him anyway… and her heart didn't desire conflict either.
After her engagement with Fugaku ended, that resolve hardened. Now, more than anything, she wished to stay with Kanzou and hoped, foolishly or not, that he might one day marry her.
It no longer mattered to her that he had hurt her, controlled her, or reduced her freedom. Even the idea of living like a caged canary no longer frightened her.
She accepted it because she had already chosen, of her own will, to step into his cage.
Kanzou blinked, clearly pleased by her answer. He cupped her cheek and looked straight into her wet eyes. "Did you truly mean that?"
"Mm…" she nodded, holding his gaze despite the heat rushing to her face. Even as her courage wavered, her eyes remained fixed on him, earnest and intent, wanting to convey the truth in her heart to him.
"Is that so?" he murmured, leaning a little closer.
"Yes, Kanzou-sama, I wish to devote myself to you," she replied softly, mirroring his movement. Her lips, tinted with red lipstick, parted slightly as her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with nervous anticipation.
"Since you've made up your mind… then close your eyes and let me violate your," Kanzou said quietly as he closed the remaining distance between them.
"Hai…" she answered, her voice soft. In surrender, she obeyed and let her eyes fall shut.
Their lips met.
Chu~
The kiss was gentle, unexpectedly so, especially compared to the violence she had endured before. That contrast alone made her chest tighten.
Yet it also brought her a fragile sense of warmth. Her body relaxed, her thoughts blurring as she leaned into it, as though she might melt if she didn't hold herself together.
Before, she had been forced, her mouth taken without consent, her responses driven by fear, heat, or helpless submission. But now, she moved of her own will. She returned the kiss slowly, sincerely, with trembling emotion and a heart laid bare.
This time was indeed different.
For the first time, she kissed him not because she had to, but because she chose to.
Chu… chu…
As he drew her lips into his, she hesitantly tried to respond in kind. When she faltered, she let him guide the kiss, offering no resistance. She was shy, inexperienced, and visibly nervous, yet she wanted this, wanted him. That desire pushed her past her hesitation, even as her chest rose and fell rapidly and her breathing grew uneven.
"Haaah… haaah… Kanzou-sama…" she murmured between shallow breaths, her voice trembling as the kiss deepened. Her entire body pulsed and shivered under the slow, possessive movement of his hands, sensations rippling through her as she melted more and more into his touch.
At the same time, she felt something hard rising beneath her thighs, nudging against her. She knew exactly what it was, and heat rushed to her face as she blushed deeply.
"Stick out your tongue," Kanzou ordered suddenly, while one of his hands slid to her chest and squeezed her breasts firmly.
The stimulation made her body burn hotter, and she even felt her nipples getting erect. She bit her lip, but didn't hesitate; she obeyed, parting her lips and extending her tongue. "L-like this…?" she asked.
"Fufu… yes," he chuckled, lowering his mouth to hers and wrapping his lips around her tongue, sucking gently.
Slrrp… chu…
"Hnn…" A soft moan slipped from her as the sensation sent a rush through her body, not just from having her tongue drawn into his mouth, but from the way his hand teased her breasts.
They continued kissing for several minutes. Kanzou alternated between sucking gently on her tongue, tracing it with his own, then returning to her lips before pushing back into her mouth, exploring it with the same familiarity he had shown before.
Unlike the times when he had raped her, this time, she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned into him, her hands rising to clutch his face as she surrendered more completely to his touch.
"Kanzou-sama… ahn…" she breathed between their kisses, her voice trembling as a growing, dangerous desire to be violated by him flooded her senses.
They kissed until their breaths grew ragged and they were forced to pull apart.
"Haaah… haaah…" she panted, eyes flickering to the thin strands of saliva still connecting their lips. Desire shimmered in her gaze as she leaned forward, drawing it into her mouth and closing the distance once more.
Chu…
This time, it was a soft press of lips, and she cleaned those strings of saliva before withdrawing and once again began to breathe under his touch…
"Did you like it?" he whispered near her ear, though he already knew the answer.
"Y-yes… I–I did," she replied breathlessly, biting her lip from having her breast toyed by him.
"Is that so?" he murmured. "Then you wouldn't mind if I loosened this knot, would you?" His hand slid behind her, fingers brushing the tie of her obi.
"I… I wouldn't mind," Mikoto said softly, then hesitated and added, "It's just that—"
"Just what…?" he asked, his tone calm despite the firm pinch at her nipple that made her gasp.
"Aaah—" she moaned, flinching as she sensed his displeasure, yet she still managed to ask, "Won't you… have dinner first?"
"Do you really want me to focus on food instead of you…?" Kanzou murmured, blinking in mild surprise.
"W-well… it's just…" she faltered, struggling to put her thoughts into words. She'd definitely prefer if he focused on her instead of food… but at the same time, she wanted him to eat. "Unn… a-at least, taste it…?"
"If it's about the taste," he replied calmly, "I already had that when we kissed." After all, he had fed her several bites himself, and the flavors had lingered on her lips and tongue, which transferred to him during their kiss.
Mikoto flushed deeply at that and fell quiet, unsure how to respond.
"And honestly," he continued, "I'm more inclined to skip straight to dessert."
Her expression dimmed at his words. She had spent time and effort preparing the meal, pouring her heart into it, hoping he would enjoy it properly. Still, if he didn't want it, she wouldn't force him… even if it stung.
Noticing her disappointment, Kanzou sighed. "Very well. I'll eat it, since you went through all that trouble," he said, then added casually, "But how about you feed me with your own hands?"
"I… feed you?" she echoed, stunned.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a faint smile. "Don't you want to?"
"No… It's not that… I'll feed you," she nodded softly, agreeing. Though the thought embarrassed her, she didn't truly mind it; strangely enough, it even made her feel a little happy.
"Alright then… go on, feed me," he said with a playful smile. At the same time, his hands moved, loosening her kimono from both the front and the back. He didn't untie the obi. Instead, he parted the collars and tugged them down, fully exposing her neck, collarbones, and shoulders. Multiple bite marks bloomed across her flesh, stark and unhealed. The sight made him lick his lips in clear excitement as he continued pulling the kimono lower, dragging it down to her under bust and revealing her breasts, wrapped in a strapless white lace.
"What's wrong?" he asked casually as he unclipped the bra from behind and tossed it aside as her breasts sprang free. "Is there a problem?" he questioned, looking at her.
"N-no… nothing," she shook her head, cheeks burning, and couldn't help but look away.
In truth, there was a problem; she had hoped he would focus on the meal first. Instead, he was far more interested in her body, leaving her feeling helpless. She didn't mind being toyed with by him, but feeding him by hand while half-naked made the shame burn all the hotter.
"Well then… since there's no problem, go on and feed me. I'm waiting," he said, opening his mouth expectantly. At the same time, his hands grew bolder, kneading her bare breasts without restraint.
"I… I—I understand…" she nodded, trembling as her bare breasts were squeezed and her hardened nipples pinched. She struggled to suppress her moans, but somehow. She held them while she reached for the chopsticks, picked up a starter dipped in sauce, and brought it to his mouth, "H-here you go…"
"Hmm…" he hummed as he took a bite and began to chew.
Nom. Nom.
Mikoto watched his expression with anxious anticipation. "H-how is it?" she asked softly, unable to hide her nerves.
"Very good," Kanzou replied, nodding as his eyes brightened. "I like it."
"R-really?" Relief and sweetness washed over her at once.
"Indeed," he said, impressed. "The flavors, the texture, the juiciness, it all blends beautifully." After a brief pause, he added honestly, "Mikoto-san… you're truly talented at cooking."
"Then… please have some more," she said, immediately picking up another piece with her chopsticks and feeding him.
"Hmm…" he nodded as he took a bite, all while gripping her nipples and jiggling her breasts in a thoroughly embarrassing manner.
She could only bite her lip and continue feeding him, enduring the way he toyed with her breasts as if they were nothing more than playthings.
'Honestly… he looks like a baby,' she found herself thinking. To her, Kanzou resembled a child who needed toys to stay calm and obedient while being fed. Except she knew better, he wasn't an innocent baby at all. He was a vile and disgusting perverted man, and the toys he enjoyed weren't harmless things, but other people's emotions and fear… and, apparently, her breas—
She didn't get to finish the thought.
Kanzou suddenly pinched her nipple sharply, jolting her back to reality as he leaned in and whispered, "Why do I feel like you were thinking something bad about me?"
"H-how could that be?" she replied quickly, unwilling to admit that she'd just called him a vile and disgusting perverted man in her head.
"Really?" Kanzou asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly not believing her.
Afraid of having to answer him truthfully, she quickly fed him the Takoyaki ball, forcing him to focus on chewing. Then she added for another layer of distraction, "I was just thinking that you're like a baby who likes to play with my breasts…" She shared only part of the truth before asking quietly, "Are they really that fun to play with?"
She knew men found women's breasts attractive, but she didn't truly understand why.
Still, Kanzou seemed to adore hers. Even though he had criticised their size before, calling them small when he forced her to give him a paizuri, he clearly liked them far more than his words suggested.
"As a woman, you'd probably never understand why men are attracted to tits," he said, swallowing the takoyaki. "They're like stress balls, you know, big distractions. Just seeing them can throw a guy completely off whatever he was doing or whatever he was speaking."
"I-is that so?" she murmured, picking up another Takoyaki ball with her chopstick and feeding it to him.
"Yes…" Kanzou nodded as he chewed the octopus, then glanced at her with curiosity. "You've never really played with your tits yourself, have you?"
"I-I haven't…" she admitted, shame rising at the question. "A-and… please don't ask something so embarrassing…"
Whether she had ever touched herself or not was something she didn't want to discuss. And truthfully, she hadn't, not deliberately, at least. Accidental brushes were one thing, but she had never consciously explored herself that way.
"Fufu… is that so?" he laughed, clearly amused by her discomfort and caring little for it as he continued to toy with her breasts.
Throughout it all, she kept feeding him. Even as arousal steadily built under the constant stimulation, and she could feel her panties becoming wet, she neither stopped nor spoke of it, pretending it wasn't happening at all.
But just because she remained silent didn't mean he would.
"Mikoto-san…" he asked suddenly, in a knowingly tone, "your pussy is already wet, isn't it?"
"N-no…" she denied at once, unwilling to admit that her panties had grown drenched under the relentless attention to her breasts.
"Really? Then you wouldn't mind if I check, would you?" he asked. Though phrased like a question, it wasn't one at all. Before she could respond, his left hand had already slipped inside her kimono, gliding over the smooth flesh of her thighs as it moved toward her core.
Once they reached that point, he instructed her, "Open your legs…"
She didn't answer, but with a deep blush creeping across her face, she parted them slightly. The moment she created that small gap, he slid his fingers forward and brushed against her panties, and instantly felt the dampness there.
"You really are a liar, Mikoto-san… aren't you already wet here?"
"Th-this is just—" She couldn't finish. Even that single graze made her whole body tremble. Combined with the constant pressure of his bulge against her, the stimulation overwhelmed her to the point that the piece of tofu she held between the chopsticks slipped free.
Fortunately, it landed against her breasts instead of staining her white kimono.
"Oho… that won't do," he said lightly. "Food shouldn't be wasted."
He leaned down, bit the piece of tofu clinging to her skin, licked the spot clean and made sure to take a few bites on her nipples as well.
"Look… I cleaned it up for you," he said lightly. "Aren't you glad?"
"Hnn…" She couldn't bring herself to answer; only a soft whimper escaped her, the act doing nothing but deepen her shame.
Kanzou chuckled and raised his fingers, damp with her own wetness, to her eye level, "Look, Mikoto-san… Your lie has been caught… you're really wet."
"It's not—" She tried to deny it again. The shame burned fiercely; even if it was her body's natural response, it still felt immoral to her.
But he didn't let her finish. He pushed those same damp fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.
Humiliation washed over her as she licked her own wetness. It wasn't the first time he'd made her taste her own juices, yet familiarity did nothing to dull the shame. Still, she didn't resist, accepting the faint, tangy taste as it spread across her senses.
Slrrpp… chu…
While slowly moving his fingers against her tongue, he whispered, "Mikoto-san… you can all the way to my house tonight. Aren't you going to be honest with me?"
His gaze demanded an answer... an honest answer.
She whimpered as she pondered over his words… Thinking it over, she really realized that if she was going to surrender herself to him, she couldn't be dishonest anymore… With that in mind, she nodded, her reply muffled by the sounds she made against his fingers. "I-I will… slrrpp…"
"You will?" He smiled, withdrew his fingers, now glistening with her saliva, and prompted calmly, "Then tell me."
Her face burned as she lowered her eyes and stammered, "I… I am wet… m-my panties… a-and my vagina… they're completely drenched…"
"Fufu…" Kanzou chuckled, clearly satisfied by her honesty. Then he pressed on, "And why are you this drenched?"
"I-it's all your fault, Kanzou-sama…" she replied quickly, putting all the blame on him.
"My fault?" he echoed with an amused smile. "You're the one who's wet, how is that my fault?"
She pouted faintly and shot back, "Isn't it because you're not being honest? Instead of just eating the food I specifically cooked for you with so much effort and heart, you keep teasing me and stimulating me… You are playing with my b-breasts… If not for that, how could I have gotten s-so wet?"
"Oh?" he asked, feigning surprise. "But is that really enough to make you this wet?" Then he added lightly, "After all, being wet is a sign of arousal. Could it be, Mikoto-san… you're aroused because I've been playing with your tits?"
If this had been yesterday, she would have denied it outright, again and again, unwilling to admit something so shameless. But now… now that she had agreed to be honest with him, she had no choice.
Even though the truth burned with humiliation, she bit her lip and confessed, "Y-yes… it's because you played with my breasts that I-I got a-aroused, and my vagina became w-wet…"
"Mikoto-san… you ecchi," Kanzou said at once, grinning. "What kind of woman gets wet just from having her tits stimulated a little?"
'A normal one,' she thought bitterly. But outwardly, she only murmured, "P-please don't say that…" and buried her face against his chest, shame washing over her.
Kanzou looked amused as he caressed her shoulder and whispered, "Then… tell me this. Do you want to feel more of that pleasure? Do you want me to finger your pussy, just like I did the previous two times…?"
Mikoto bit her lip. Truthfully, she did want it. No matter how much she had tried to deny it, no matter how shameful it felt, especially because it had happened while he violated her using her Sofu-sama's life as a hostage, now that she had experienced it, she knew such pleasure existed… and she couldn't deny that she wanted to feel it again.
But saying it out loud felt very shameful. The words stuck in her throat. So instead, she did something else, something perhaps even bolder than speaking. She reached for his hand and guided it inside her kimono, making his fingers brush against the damp outline beneath the fabric as she whispered, "P-please…"
"Fufu… Mikoto-san is asking me to finger her pussy," he chuckled, pressing his finger against the cloth of her panties. "How could I refuse?"
"Aaahnnn… K-Kanzou-sama…" she moaned. Ashamed, she bit down on the sleeve of her kimono, but it did nothing to stop her body from trembling beneath his touch.
Squelch… squelch…
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