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"Aahnnn… K-Kanzou-sama…" Mikoto moaned, her voice muffled yet echoing through the dining room.
Hearing her restrained sounds, Kanzou chuckled. "Mikoto-san… judging by how undignified those moans are, could it be… that you're enjoying this? Are you enjoying having your camel toe teased by me?"
She whimpered and looked up at him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. They told the truth clearly enough, but Kanzou wanted to hear it spoken. He traced slow, deliberate circles over her panties with his middle finger, teasing her clitoris gently and more sensually than before, and pressed her further.
"I need to hear it from you, Mikoto-san. If you don't say it, how am I supposed to know what you want?" he murmured. "I'm a man who likes to listen to the opinions of the woman I'm toying with the most… after all, communication is very important in sex… and if I don't know how you are feeling, I wouldn't really know whether I am doing well… so tell me. Please."
'You? Listening to a woman's opinion?' she thought bitterly. Part of her wanted to snap back, 'If that were true, why didn't you listen when I said no the last two times? Why did you force yourself on me anyway?'
But she knew the answer. He enjoyed making her uncomfortable, humiliating her, stripping her of dignity, and watching her shame. And it's probably not just her to whom he was doing this kind of thing; there must have been other women before her who were treated similarly.
That was who he was: vile, disgusting, perverse.
Of course, those thoughts stayed locked inside her mind.
After all, she had already given up. And truth be told, she also craved his touch and the incredible sensations he was making her feel…
So, swallowing her hesitation, she lowered her gaze, not daring to look into his eyes, and bit her lip, whispering the truth in a small, trembling voice. "Y-yes… Kanzou-sama… I… I l-like it…"
"Fufu… really?" he murmured. "Then you wouldn't mind if I moved your panties aside and fingered your pussy directly, would you?"
Though he framed it as a question, it wasn't one at all. It was a declaration, an announcement of what he intended to do next. What he wanted from her wasn't an answer, but a nod of consent.
And even that consent wasn't truly important. What he really wanted was for her to say yes, to voice it aloud. Hearing her speak it would strip her down further, deepen her shame, and leave her more exposed.
That was exactly what he wanted.
Understanding that, she did exactly as he wanted. Even as shame flooded her mind, she nodded weakly.
"Y-yes… I-I wouldn't mind… at all… p-please do it…"
"Nice… that's what I wanted to hear," he said, clearly pleased. Then he instructed her, "Open your legs wider… actually, let's shift a little."
He wrapped his free arm around her waist, lifted her slightly, and pushed the chair back to make more space. Then he repositioned her so her back rested against his chest and ordered, "Spread your legs wide…"
She obeyed, mortified, yet compliant, slowly parting them. "Is this… is this good?" she asked hesitantly.
"Spread them a little more," he said, his hand sliding along her inner thighs. "Don't hesitate… there's no time for that."
"U-unn…" she shivered from the caresses and spread her legs wider, until her kimono fell fully open and the white lace concealing her core lay plainly exposed.
In fact, the white lace was already soaked and had turned nearly transparent, doing little to conceal her core. He could clearly see her pussy lips, and the sight only heightened his excitement.
"Now then…" He licked his lips, grasped the fabric, and slid it aside, fully exposing her.
'S-so shameful…'
She immediately covered her face with the back of her hand, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Her embarrassment wasn't only from having her pussy exposed. He had already seen her twice before, which dulled the shame slightly, though not by much. What truly made her burn was something else entirely.
She had done something to herself down there, and she knew he would notice it immediately. Worse, she knew he would comment on it. The very thought of it being pointed out made heat flood her face.
And knowing Kanzou, she was certain he wouldn't let it pass without saying a word.
Just as she expected, once he took in the sight of her, he noticed something unusual. He traced his fingers over her smooth, sensitive flesh, then remarked with an amused smile, "Mikoto-san… I didn't expect you to have shaved down here…"
The last two times he had taken her, there had been hair there, not thick or dense, but present nonetheless. Now, however, there wasn't a single follicle around her pussy at all.
He could see a faint patch higher up, above her slit that was still concealed by her panties, but not around it. Even when he traced a finger along her tight cleft, he felt nothing, no resistance, no stray hairs. It was unmistakable.
She had shaved there.
Indeed… Uchiha Mikoto had shaved her pussy.
She desperately wished she were wrong. She wished he wouldn't comment on it at all. But he didn't care about her hope, and as expected, he pointed it out anyway.
"Unnn…" she whimpered, her face burning, and she kept it covered with her hand, while stammering out a response, "I-I wanted to present myself neatly…"
As a woman, she was painfully self-conscious about her body hair. The last two times he had taken her, his visits had been unexpected; she hadn't intended to be fucked by him at all. He had forced himself on her, and obviously, she hadn't been in a groomed state.
But this time was different.
This time, she had come to his house prepared for everything. Naturally, she didn't want to present herself in that unkempt state, so she made sure to shave her pubic hair.
In fact, she hadn't stopped there; she had removed all the hair from her body except for her head. Not that she had much body hair to begin with, but still… she had taken care of it all.
"Hmm… I like the effort. You did a good job," he said with a nod, clearly satisfied that she had taken the time to groom herself. What man wouldn't be pleased to find out that the woman he is about to absolutely ravish had taken her time to be presentable to him?
It really made him excited and aroused that even his cock twitched.
"T-thank you…" she whispered. His approval made her feel unexpectedly warm, as if all the effort she'd put in had been worth it after all.
"And since you've gone through such effort," he murmured, "it's only natural for me to properly take care of this pussy, right? Fufu…"
He chuckled as his fingers traced slow paths over her smooth, sensitive flesh.
Her body shivered and pulsed under his touch, moisture leaking and dripping onto the wooden floor as soft, broken moans slipped from her lips, "Hnnn… aaahnnn…"
She kept her face covered, too embarrassed by what was happening, even biting into her sleeve in a futile attempt to muffle herself.
But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to hear those sweet sounds, and he wanted her face uncovered.
"Mikoto-san… aren't you going to watch me slide these fingers into your pussy?" he whispered into her ear.
"D-do I have to?" she asked, already knowing it was just another command disguised as a question.
"Yes… You absolutely must," he replied with a nod. "Come on… remove those hands from your pretty face. I want to see your beautiful and shameful expressions. And I want you to see how I'm fingering your pussy. I want you to watch yourself being touched by me."
'But I don't want to watch at all…' she thought. The shame felt unbearable, but refusing him was never an option.
So, after a long moment of hesitation and reluctance, she slowly lowered her hands and placed them on her thighs to steady herself. Then she looked down, eyes fixed on his fingers as they traced slow circles along her pussy lips.
Under her watchful gaze, he stopped circling her and placed his fingers at the entrance of her slit. He didn't push them in right away. Instead, he asked calmly, "Shall I put them in?"
He wasn't seeking permission; he was building anticipation.
She nodded, breath coming fast. "Y-yes… p-please put them inside…" She braced herself, mentally preparing for the moment his fingers would enter her.
But Kanzou didn't move.
Even as she stared down, even as her breathing grew heavier with expectation, he deliberately held back. The delay wasn't meant to tease her into craving; it was meant to shatter her expectations, to catch her unready.
Seconds passed.
Unable to bear it, she whimpered, confusion creeping in as she wondered why he hadn't done it yet. She started to turn her head, about to ask—
And that was when he thrust his fingers inside.
Schlopp…!
When we expect something to happen, we brace ourselves for it, so when it finally does, the reaction is muted. But when something happens suddenly, without warning, before we can prepare at all, the response is far more intense.
And that was exactly what he wanted, to build her anticipation by warning her in advance, only to shatter it at the last moment.
Mikoto's reaction was instant.
Her entire body jolted as pleasure surged through her, and a loud moan tore free from her before she could stop it.
"Aaaaahnnnnn…"
"Fufu… that's more like it," he said, nodding in satisfaction as he began to thrust his fingers inside her.
Wet sounds echoed through the dining room.
Squelch… squelch…
Each slick movement drew another moan from Mikoto, slipping freely from her lips. "Hnnnn… nghhh… Kanzou-sama…"
Her entire body flushed and slicked with sweat, trembling uncontrollably under the relentless stimulation of his fingers.
Of course, he didn't limit himself to fingering her alone. He pressed his thumb against her clitoris as well, making her toes curl involuntarily, "Aahhhn…"
"Haha… I'm not done with you yet," he laughed, using his free hand to toy with her breasts—moulding them into different shapes, pinching and tugging at them, layering stimulation upon stimulation.
And his mouth didn't remain idle either. He put it to use, adding fresh bite marks over the ones already scattered across her shoulders, nape, neck, and collarbones. The heat built rapidly, her thoughts blurring as intense pleasure surged through her body.
"I-it's too much… Kanzou-sama… i-if you keep teasing me like this… I… I'll… haannn…"
He released her skin from between his teeth, leaving yet another fresh bite mark there and lifted his head, smiling as he teased, "You'll what, Mikoto-san?"
"I… I…" She stammered, her words drowned by the wet sounds.
Schlopp…! Schlopp…!
But she could feel it… the scissoring motions of his fingers inside her were already pushing her higher, striking her most sensitive spot again and again as a powerful urge began to swell within her, one that made her tremble with both fear and anticipation.
But she wasn't ignorant anymore. Having experienced it before, she knew it wasn't the urge to pee, it was something else entirely. An overwhelming pressure, a sign she might squirt. Considering how much water she had forced herself to drink at home, it was hardly surprising.
The realization made her flush, nerves tightening.
"Come on… say it, Mikoto-san. Let me know," he urged softly. "Remember, communication is important. You need to tell me what will happen if I keep stimulating you like this…"
She bit her lip, shame burning through her. Yet no matter how mortified she felt, she followed his instruction and forced the words out, "I… I'll end up… aaahnnn… o-orgasming…"
"Oh? You'll end up cumming…?" he asked, feigning surprise, even though he already knew how close she was, each movement of his fingers pushing her nearer to the edge.
"Y-yesshhh," she nodded weakly.
"Fufu…" Kanzou chuckled, then asked the next question, one far more important. "And do you want to cum? Do you want me to make you cum, Mikoto-san?"
She didn't answer verbally. Instead, she gave him a look that clearly said Isn't it obvious? Why are you even asking?
Kanzou only chuckled and shook his head. "You have to tell me, Mikoto-san. If you don't say it, how am I supposed to know what you want? Don't forget, communication is key."
To drive the point home, he deliberately slowed his movements, teasing her just enough to keep the stimulation sharp while denying her release.
The aching tension built rapidly.
Feeling the sudden slowdown, she, already on the brink, looked at him with clear dissatisfaction.
When that didn't work, she tried softening her gaze, putting on a puppy dog expression. It was a look that had always worked on her grandfather.
Unfortunately, it didn't work on the heartless Kanzou.
"Don't forget," he reminded her calmly, "communication is the key."
She understood perfectly what he meant when he said 'communication is the key'. She also knew he wanted to hear her say those shameless words out loud.
'Y-you are so mean!'
And yet… she was desperate for release. Trapped under his control, she had no real choice.
"Y-yes… hannn… I… I want to orgasm…" she admitted, her voice strained.
"Orgasm?" he repeated with a playful smile. "That word's too refined for our situation. You need to tell me whether you want to cum or not. Use the word cum."
He wanted her to speak dirty, plain and simple.
She whimpered and pouted, but the ache was unbearable. Swallowing her embarrassment, she finally complied. "Yes… I… I want to cum, Kanzou-sama…"
She believed that now she had said it, he would finally make her cum.
But he didn't.
Of course, he didn't.
With an amused smile, he added one last demand. "Since that's the case… beg me, Mikoto-san. Beg me to make you cum."
There had to be a limit to how cruel one person could be, but Kanzou seemed to have none.
When he violated her against her will, she hadn't wanted any of it. She hadn't wanted to respond, hadn't wanted to climax, hadn't wanted to squirt, but he forced her body to do so anyway. No matter how much she struggled, how much she begged him to stop, he didn't.
He only laughed at her pleas, made her climax regardless, and he made her do so again and again without a care about what she said.
Now that she truly wanted it, he refused to give it to her. He edged her instead, dragging it out, asking for her consent again and again, even though he didn't care about that kind of thing, forcing her to voice her desire, forcing her to beg.
For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should hate him forever. But neither her heart nor her body could endure it. Her heart yearned for his affection, for his trust, and her body ached for his touch; it ached to be undone by him.
So she gave in once more.
Tears pricked her eyes as she begged him, so shamelessly that she hoped he wouldn't demand anything more.
"P-please, Kanzou-sama… make me cum… make me cum with your big fingers…"
The instant she begged, she felt a sharp twitch beneath her, a clear sign of how much it excited him.
And she was right, Kanzou's lips curved into a wolfish grin, "Fufu… since this is what you begged for…" and he suddenly picked up the pace, ruthlessly fingering her.
Schlopp…! Schlopp…! Schlopp…! Schlopp…!
The intensity overwhelmed her. Her mind went blank, and her moans spilled out uncontrollably.
"Aaahnnn… n-not so-so fast… ahhnnn… dameee daaa… Kanzou-samaaaaa…"
But he only laughed. "Fufu… no can do, Mikoto-san. You begged me to make you cum, so now you have to cum. Go on…"
See? He didn't care about her opinion or her consent at all. He only cared about making her do what he wanted. The realization made her feel hollow and sad, but there was no room to dwell on it now because at this very moment, her entire body was already shuddering as her release surged closer and closer at an unstoppable rhythm making her lose all control over herself.
"Aaahnn… y-yes, Kanzou-sama… I… I am… ahhhhhnnnn… i-it's coming…"
"Then go on," he murmured, biting her earlobe and pinching both her nipples. "Cum. Cum, Mikoto-san. I permit you to cum from my fingers… cum…"
The triple layer of stimulation, combined with his 'permission,' pushed her past the edge.
Her body arched against him, every muscle locking tight as the orgasm tore through her like a violent storm, unrelenting and all-consuming.
"Aaahh… y-yes… cumming… aahahhn… I'm cumming… I—I'm also… also s-squirting…" she wailed, her voice breaking into desperate, breathless sobs as wave after wave crashed through her.
Fluids burst from her in hot, forceful spurts, soaking his hand, her thighs, and the floor beneath them in a messy, humiliating flood that only intensified the sensation.
Gussshh… squelch… squelch…
Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. It gripped them greedily as her clit throbbed beneath the pressure of his thumb. The slick, obscene sounds of her release filled the room, tangled with her cries.
In the chaos, as her head tipped back against his shoulder, something instinctive stirred within her, a raw need to anchor herself to him amid the overwhelming bliss.
Her neck craned slightly, her gaze catching his wolfish grin. To her, it was an expression born from watching her come undone. She should have hated it. Before, she had hated it. But now, as she looked more closely, that hatred was gone.
Instead, a thrill ran through her. The realization that she could make him grin like that sent a strange excitement through her body, stirring an admiration she had long buried deep within her heart.
Now, free of the restraint of having to remain pure for her fiancé, towards whom she had no real feelings, she felt she shouldn't keep that admiration locked away anymore.
She wanted, needed, to express it, to tell the man she had always admired in her heart. She felt an overwhelming urge to confess that she had always liked him, that she wanted to be his… especially now, as he amusingly toyed with her body.
"Kanzou-sama… please… let-let me…" she murmured, biting her lip as she turned toward him, seeking his mouth with a trembling tilt of her head.
Chu…
Before she could second-guess herself, she felt herself drawn, and unable to stop herself, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him with sloppy, fervent urgency. Her tongue darted out hesitantly to taste him, even as her body continued to convulse in the aftermath of release.
"!!!" Kanzou's eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise at her initiative.
This wasn't a submission born of coercion; this was her reaching for him, claiming the kiss even as she unraveled. For a heartbeat, he froze, caught off guard by the vulnerability in the desperate press of her lips.
At the same time, the thought crossed his mind to push her away, to clamp her mouth shut and slap her for daring to kiss him while the lingering taste of her own pussy juices still clung to her mouth.
He had made her taste them only to deepen her shame and break her down further, but that didn't mean he intended to taste them himself.
No, it wasn't that he found the idea of tasting a woman's pussy juices repulsive. He is not the kind of hypocrite who'd make his woman taste his cock, but he'd refrained from tasting her pussy, that wasn't the case at all.
He was simply very particular about what he allowed and to whom he allowed that privilege. Tasting a woman so intimately wasn't something he permitted lightly; it wasn't a privilege he would grant to just anyone... especially not to a canary.
The woman who would get that privilege would have to be special to him… so… he really wanted to push her away and give her a dozen slaps.
But seeing her desire laid bare in her eyes, so unguarded, so sincere, and so open that he could tell how she actually felt about him just from the way she tried to kiss him. Knowing, this, he couldn't bring himself to push her away.
Instead, he hummed softly and relented, 'Just this once, I guess…'
With that, he parted his lips to meet hers and allowed her tongue to invade his mouth. He even allowed her to lead the kiss, if only briefly, as her tongue tangled clumsily with his, carrying the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.
Slrrppp…
Of course, even as he allowed her to indulge in that kiss that he'd normally not allow… his hands didn't stop their movement.
His fingers kept plunging deeper, scissoring and curling inside her with merciless precision, stroking that sensitive spot that made her squirt harder, causing the gushes to come in erratic bursts. His other hand kept on kneading her breasts roughly, rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingers, tugging them in time with his thrusts to drag out the orgasm, forcing it to stretch and intensify until it bordered on agony.
"Mm… chu… haa…" she gasped into his mouth, the kiss swallowing her moans as she poured her fracturing pleasure into it.
At the same time, her hands moved on instinct. One reached for the hand, fingering her, the other for the hand gripping her breasts. She didn't try to pry him away or stop him, quite the opposite. She clung to his hands, pressing them more firmly against herself, guiding his grip as she helped him squeeze her breasts and push his fingers deeper, surrendering completely to the sensation.
"!!!" He was stunned once again by her bold initiative.
Uchiha Mikoto, the refined, poised, dignified beauty, who didn't even want him to touch her until yesterday, was actively helping him violate her own body today. The irony amused him deeply, stirring a sharp urge to laugh.
But any laughter was quickly swallowed by the kiss.
Yet the twitching of his cock wouldn't stop.
She could feel it pressing insistently against her ass, brushing the cleft there, and the sensation was enough to trigger another uncontrolled release from her.
Gussshh… schlopp… squelch…!
"Nnngh… K-Kanzou-sama… chu… t-too much… ahhnnn… c-can't… m-more…" she whimpered.
If not for the fact that she still clung to his hands, he might have believed she wanted him to stop. But the truth was the opposite. She didn't want him to stop at all. Even as she felt overwhelmed, she kept pressing her lips to his, her kisses growing frantic and uncoordinated, saliva trailing between them as her body betrayed the words she spoke.
And obviously, he didn't stop… not that he would have even if she had begged him. He continued to thrust his fingers inside her, each one sending fresh shocks of pleasure-pain rippling through her, making her pussy clench tighter, making her urethra squirt more, causing the overstimulation to build to a fever pitch that blurred the line between ecstasy and torment.
Her toes curled painfully as her back arched in a trembling bow.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her buttocks pressing obscenely against his bulge.
Ragged, sobbing breaths tore from her chest.
But of course, he didn't relent. He didn't slow.
Schlopp…! Schlopp…!
"Keep cumming, Mikoto-san…" he murmured, swallowing her cries as he pushed her further, driving her into another climax in rapid, overlapping waves that shattered her thoughts.
The world narrowed to the slick heat between her legs, the ache tightening in her chest, and the bruising grip on her breasts.
Then… the kiss finally broke, not by choice, but because she couldn't endure it anymore.
She was already about to climax for the third time in such a short span.
"Aaahhhnn… c-cu-cumming againnnn…!!!!"
Gussshh… gushhh…
Squelch…!
Squirrtt…!
As the final, overwhelming peak tore through her, her vision whitened at the edges. Her thoughts dissolved into a blinding haze of sensation as darkness crept in.
"T-too… much… it was… haaannn… too muccchhh…"
Her body went slack against him, boneless and spent. Her lips brushed his one last time in a faint, lingering twitch before consciousness slipped away entirely, leaving her utterly drained in his arms.
"Fufu… looks like you need a bit of rest, huh?" he murmured, kissing her unconscious lips while keeping her cradled in his arms as she lay slumped against him.
He didn't rush to wake her. Instead, he let her recover on her own, knowing it wouldn't take long, at most a minute or two before she stirred. With time to spare, he turned his attention elsewhere.
As hunger crept in, he shifted his focus to the food she had prepared.
"Might as well have my dinner now…" he muttered.
He slid the arm that had been squeezing her breasts moments earlier around her stomach to keep her supported, then withdrew the fingers of his other hand from her pussy.
Schlopp…!
Wet sounds echoed as more of her juices dripped onto the floor… even his fingers glistened with the same slickness, but he gave it no attention. Instead, he used that very hand to pick up the chopsticks and began eating the dishes she had prepared so carefully and devotedly for him.
"Hmm… truly delicious indeed…"
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Read ahead of public release on P atreon at: p-atreon.com/Knockturn_Alley
Check out Chapter illustrations on Pixiv: unhinged_uchiha