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Two minutes passed in hazy silence. The only sounds were the soft clink of chopsticks and Kanzou's low hums of satisfaction as he savored the meal she had prepared for him with such devotion.
Then Mikoto finally stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and a soft, disoriented whimper slipped from her lips. "Hnnn…"
As her vision slowly cleared, she realized she was somewhere unfamiliar. Confusion washed over her as her thoughts swam in a fog. 'Where am I…?'
A distant, unfamiliar warmth lingered through her body, accompanied by a deep, throbbing ache. Faint fragments of sensation brushed the edges of her mind. Had she… fainted? Why? What had she been—
A low, amused murmur sounded beside her ear.
"Oh… look. You've regained consciousness, Mikoto-san," he said softly. "How did it feel to lose consciousness while cumming… hmm?"
"L-lost consciousness… while cumming?" she echoed, blinking once, then her eyes widened as she looked down at herself and immediately took in her state.
Her kimono had fallen open, held together only by her obi, but at this point, it hardly mattered. She might as well have been naked, given her state. Her breasts lay bare and heavy, exposed to him, one still firmly held in his free palm as he continued to toy with her. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles over her sensitive, hardened nipple, sending sharp waves of pleasure and pain through her body.
Her legs were spread wide over his thighs, the parted kimono exposing her legs and inner thighs. Her white panties, soaked with her own juices, had been tugged aside, leaving her slick, swollen pussy open to the cool air as the glistening remnants of her release slowly cooled against her skin.
On top of that, she was still perched on his lap, able to feel his hardness pressing insistently against her ass.
"W-what…? W-why am I…?" Panic seized her as she instinctively tried to cover herself, one hand shielding her breasts, the other her vagina. She stared down at her own body in shock, struggling to understand why she was in this state, why she was sitting on his lap.
She tried to rise, but Kanzou's hand remained wrapped firmly around her breasts, preventing her from doing that. And having orgasmed barely two minutes ago, her body was still weak, too weak to muster any real strength.
"Calm down… don't panic," he murmured, stopping her as he swallowed the Takoyaki ball. A frown crossed his face as he added, a bit taken aback, "Don't you remember what we were doing? I mean…"
"W-what we were doing…?" she echoed faintly, freezing in place.
"Yeah," he said. "You were begging for it. You should remember, you only lost consciousness after you came, not before."
At that, the memories came flooding back.
The begging. The desperate kiss. The dizzying pleasure.
She remembered clinging to his hands, urging him on, pleading for release. She remembered her own shameless unraveling, the need that had consumed her, the way he had driven her through orgasm after orgasm until it became too much, until everything dissolved into blinding white, and she finally lost consciousness.
"Oh… look, you do remember. That's good," he murmured. "It would've been troublesome if you'd forgotten."
If she had, he would have had no choice but to make her go through it all again…
"I… I…" Mortification surged through her, heat flooding her face until it burned crimson.
He laughed softly in amusement as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "But I must say, Mikoto-san… I didn't expect you to have kissed me all of a sudden… and I can't help but say that I am quite pleased."
"K-Kanzou-sama…" she whispered, suddenly overwhelmed by shyness.
She had really done that. And it felt so unlike her. She had always been reserved, careful, restrained, yet she had taken the lead in kissing him like that. The thought alone filled her with deep embarrassment. And yet… she couldn't say she regretted it.
She wanted him to know how she truly felt in her heart. She had meant it, meant her surrender to him. Still, doubt crept in, quiet and anxious. Was it good? Had she done it right?
"W-was I good?" she asked softly. "Was the kiss… r-really good?"
She hoped it had been.
He only shrugged. "It was mediocre at best."
"O-only mediocre?" Disappointment sank into her chest. She had taken such a big step, kissed him, laid bare how she truly felt, only for him to dismiss it so casually.
Sensing her reaction, Kanzou laughed and pinched her nipple hard.
"Hnnn… aaahnn…" A shaky gasp escaped her as the sharp pleasure shot through her.
"What are you getting disappointed about?" he said calmly. "I only said the kiss itself was mediocre at best, and that's only natural. You're a novice at kissing, after all. You'll need more practice before you become good at it."
Then his tone softened slightly. "But I still liked the effort. And the initiative. The way you took the lead and kissed me on your initiative as you got closer and closer to cumming, was incredibly sexy. Normally, I wouldn't have allowed something like that…" His voice dipped. "But I suppose this time was an exception."
His encouraging words caught her off guard, easing the tightness in her chest almost instantly. He had acknowledged her effort, and that alone brought a quiet sense of relief.
At the same time, a thought surfaced unbidden. 'Kanzou-sama… h-he praised me…'
She was so used to his mockery, his degradation, the way he reduced her to humiliation that this, being praised, being encouraged, made her feel strange… yet at the same time, it strangely made her heart flutter.
It was a feeling she hardly recognised. Warmth spread through her, happiness stirring in her stomach like trapped butterflies.
Being praised by him… being encouraged by him… it felt intoxicating, and she found herself wanting more of it.
And knowing it had come from her taking the initiative, she didn't even think; her hand simply closed around his wrist.
Of course, she didn't push him away. Instead, she guided his hand, pressing it tighter over her tit and encouraging his grip as she made him squeeze her own tit while pleading shyly. "Kanzou-sama… p-play with me more… v-violate me more…"
"?" He hadn't expected her to take the initiative so suddenly, to seek out violation so openly.
The surprise made him grin as he teased her, "Fufu… Mikoto-san… begging me to violate you, aren't you being a little too shameless?"
Was she being shameless? Yes, she was, there was no denying that… and it hadn't come easily.
Begging him like that was unbearably humiliating, so much so that part of her wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. And yet, more than the shame, she craved the feeling his praise gave her. She wanted it again, wanted it badly enough that she found herself willing to endure even more shame and violation, if that was the price for feeling his approval once more.
"I-if it's Kanzou-sama violating me… t-then I-I don't mind…" she said, her face burning as she spoke.
He blinked, then laughed softly. "Really?" he asked. "Are you the same woman who cried desperately and begged me not to violate you just yesterday? And now, you're begging for the opposite, saying that if it's me, you don't mind at all…"
She bit her lip, memories of how desperately she had cried and begged him not to violate her flooding back.
Thinking about it now, she realised just how drastically her thoughts had changed in a single day.
In hindsight, she felt foolish. If she hadn't cried so much, if she hadn't resisted, but instead accepted it, embraced it, even begged for it, perhaps she wouldn't have had to endure that pain… that suffering. Perhaps, instead, she would have been praised by him.
"I… I think the treatment you gave me," she said, her face burning red, "t-to cure my sickness… i-it worked. I'm no longer sick…"
It was obvious that wasn't the real reason.
And yet, she couldn't stop herself from saying it anyway.
"Gahahaha…" Kanzou burst out laughing, more surprised by what she said. After all, the so-called treatment for the sickness of denying pleasure had been nothing more than him forcing himself on her.
For Mikoto to claim that the treatment had worked was absurd, and it was obvious what she truly meant.
Still, he was pleased to hear it and said smugly, "I did tell you your sickness would be cured once I performed the treatment. I am an expert, after all… I've cured many women."
She hummed softly, forcing herself not to dwell on the many women he mentioned. That was the past. What mattered now was the present, and more than anything, she wanted his praise again.
Driven by that need, she reached for his other hand, wanting him to touch her vagina once more, to feel his fingers return inside her cave and remind her of his presence.
"S-so… then…" she whispered, her voice trembling, "p-please… violate me more…"
But he didn't allow it. Using the chopsticks in his hand, he stopped her from grabbing his arm.
"Kanzou-sama?"
When she looked up at him in confusion, he shook his head, "Not at the moment. I'm still eating the dinner you prepared for me. Let me finish first."
She did feel a small sense of satisfaction knowing he was finishing the meal she had made for him… yet she couldn't help but pout. 'Why now?' He could have finished eating before he started playing with her, but no. Earlier, he had wanted to play with her and didn't care about the food as much. And now, when she wanted to be played by him again, he suddenly wanted to eat.
It felt as though he was deliberately doing the opposite of what she wanted.
The thought made her want to complain, 'Kanzou-sama… y-you're so mean…!'
If she could have met his eyes, she was certain she would've caught the glint there, but in her current position, she couldn't see his face at all.
But still, she didn't do it and searched for another way around it.
'What if I fed him again, just like before? Then he could keep violating me at the same time,' she thought.
The idea made her flush. It felt perverted, being fingered in her vagina and having her breasts squeezed, all while trying to feed him. She couldn't even imagine herself not trembling, not fumbling, unable to properly offer him food, or even able to hold the chopsticks in that state. And yet, she suspected he might like it, being fed by the very woman whose body he was exploiting.
'Maybe… he would even praise me for it.'
With that hope, she spoke up softly. "T-then… how about I feed you?"
She was sure he would agree.
But the opposite happened.
"Nah… I'm good. I can eat on my own," he said. Releasing her arm, he lifted another bite with his chopsticks and resumed his meal.
"U-uh…" The reply left her speechless.
Once again, he had done the exact opposite of what she wanted. He wasn't following her expectations at all.
'You're definitely doing this on purpose, aren't you?!' she thought, a mix of resentment and disappointment stirring inside her. Here she was, completely willing to unravel herself before him… and yet he chose to focus on eating instead.
"…" She sat in silence, watching as he lifted each bite with his chopsticks and ate slowly, savouring every flavour.
"Hmm… It's really good," he said, savoring the taste. "I've never, never really had something this delicious. Mikoto-san… thank you for bringing me dinner like this. I can't get enough of these dishes… I want to eat more and more."
I'd rather you eat me instead… she thought shamefully as a dull ache pulsed low in her body. Her need throbbed, and her vagina craved insistently; she could feel it clearly. It wanted to be filled… yet he refused to do so. He refused to violate her. In fact, if not for the fact that she still held one of his hands, guiding it to squeeze her breast, she felt he might not even be touching her at all right now.
When she tried to guide that same hand toward her lower body, she found she couldn't move it at all.
"K-Kanzou-sama… p-please…" she begged, her voice trembling.
But he ignored her completely, absorbed in the food as he murmured, "Hmm… this chewiness… this tenderness…"
It was obvious he was toying with her, and the realization only deepened her dissatisfaction. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as frustration and longing twisted together inside her.
She couldn't believe he was focusing on food instead of her. The realization struck hard: if she wanted his attention, she would have to draw it back to herself.
As for how… her thoughts drifted to the diary Kaede had given her. Certain words surfaced unbidden in her mind. 'Fellatio…'
'B-but doing something like that…'
Shame washed over her at the mere thought. It felt depraved, perverted, so far beyond anything she had ever imagined herself doing that her mind recoiled from it. How could she even consider such an act?
And yet, she remembered the comment underneath felatio as to how much he seemed to like it.
'In the first place, how does Kaede-chan even know that Kanzou-sama likes something like that…?'
There were only a few possible explanations, and every one of them was more unsettling than the last.
'No… no… It's probably not as bad as I'm imagining,' she told herself, clinging to a sliver of hope. Even if Kanzou was a disgusting pervert, she wanted to believe he wasn't that vile. Besides, Kaede had said it was based on observation. And she also admitted to being pure; surely it couldn't be anything sordid.
Given enough time, she would figure it out on her own. As for what she might figure out, Mikoto had her suspicions, but she refused to dwell on them now.
What mattered at this moment was the thought of fellatio. Perhaps… it really would make him focus on her again.
'B-but… but to take something like that in my m-mouth…'
Disgust and revulsion churned inside her. How could that even be done? How could a prim, proper woman, a dignified woman like her, do something so crude, so humiliating?
And still…
She wanted his attention, craved his praise. And more than anything, she wanted to be desired by him.
'W-would Kanzou-sama praise me… if I… if I suck his penis?' she wondered.
As the thought lingered, her attention drifted to the hard bulge she had been feeling beneath her ass from the moment he made her sit on her lap.
It was large, and having already seen him twice from both close and far, she knew just how big his penis really was, and having such a big fat thing nudging against her asshole… it made her nervous…
'W-would I… would I even be able to suck something that big?' she thought doubtfully.
But then she recoiled at herself for even thinking such a thing. It wasn't a matter of whether she could do it or not; she shouldn't have considered it in the first place! After all… It's such a debauched thing to do.
And yet…
'H-he… he'd definitely like it, right?' she thought, biting her lip.
She wanted to please him. He had given her so much pleasure, had even driven her to orgasms, and it felt natural to want to give something back.
Hesitation flickered in her eyes, but desire burned there too. Caught between the two, desire slowly won out. Steeling herself, she made her decision. 'S-since it's Kanzou-sama… t-then…'
With that thought settled, she suddenly released the hand she had been guiding over her breast and began to rise.
"Mikoto-san?" he blinked, a bit confused by her sudden movement, and wondered what it was that she was doing.
She was too shy to say anything, and she kept her gaze averted, refusing to look at him at all.
For a moment, he wondered if she was about to walk away, whether his deliberate indifference had pushed her to want to leave. Of course, if she truly tried, it wasn't as though he would allow it. He would pin her to the dining table and fuck her by force.
But instead of turning away, she did the opposite. She lowered herself between his legs, kneeling until her face hovered right in front of the bulge in his pants.
The unexpected move caught him off guard, and he couldn't help asking playfully, already imagining several possibilities. "What are you doing?"
"W-well…" she replied, blushing deeply. Too embarrassed to put the words into speech, she kept her gaze lowered and did not explain anything. Instead, she hesitantly reached out with both hands and held the bulge in his pants.
She had already held his penis with both hands when he forced her into giving him a paizuri, so this time the resistance to touching his bulge was far less. The thin layer of clothing between them helped as well. Because of that, she was able to reach out and hold it again without much hesitation.
The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt its hardness and clear outline.
'Kanzou-sama's penis… I-I can feel it so c-clearly even through his pants…? Is it… is it because?' The realization struck her then, he wasn't wearing any boxers beneath them.
After his bath, he had pulled on only his pants. Nothing else separated her hand from him, just a thin layer of fabric. And because they were meant for sleeping, the pants were light, loose, and soft, offering little resistance at all.
'No wonder I kept feeling it pressing against my b-back s-so clearly…' she thought, her breath growing uneven as the truth settled in.
She also noticed how damp the fabric had become. His pants were soaked, darkened by her own juices, mixed with the precum leaking from him, forming a wet patch beneath her touch.
'A-and this scent…' she thought as her nostrils twitched at the faint musk. It was a strange blend of detergent, her own juices, and his leaking precum… An intoxicating mix that made her feel both unsettled and heated.
Just as warmth spread through her, Kanzou used his free hand to cup her cheek and lifted her face upward, pulling her gaze away from the tent in his pants and locking it onto his eyes. With the same playful tone as before, he questioned her, "Mikoto-san… what are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" she echoed softly. Once again, she couldn't bring herself to answer with words; the embarrassment was too overwhelming. Instead, she let her actions speak.
Burying the hesitation in her heart, she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned closer. She brought her face toward the bulge in his pants, parted her lips, and pressed them gently against the fabric.
Chu~
She hadn't meant to give it a kiss, yet she'd done so anyway.
A faint red mark bloomed where her lipstick touched. Of course, the colour on her lips had smudged as well, but it had been like that for some time now, ever since they kissed.
But that's not important… what's important is the reaction she felt the instant her lips touched the tented fabric…
Twitch~
Although her eyes were shut, her lips were still in contact with his boner, and she could feel that reaction, and it sent a strange spark of excitement through her. She felt thrilled that his body was responding to the touch of her lips.
By now, she knew him well enough to recognise that twitch. It always happened when he was aroused, when something pleased him.
So, the fact that his penis twitched when she pressed a kiss, she took it as confirmation. 'Just as I thought…' she mused, her heart beating loudly. 'He… he really like it…'
And indeed, he did, to the point that his breathing grew in anticipation, and he questioned her, "Mikoto-san… could it be that you are about to suck my cock?"
He wasn't just aroused by what she was doing, but by the fact that she had taken the initiative herself, without him having to force her into it at all.
Although forcing his cock into a woman's mouth while threatening her was thrilling in its own way, when a woman willingly lowers herself to her knees, especially someone as dignified and elegant as Uchiha Mikoto, and for an act as depraved as sucking a cock… how could that not excite him?
The thought alone sent a surge through him, making him grow even harder.
It didn't go unnoticed. Mikoto sensed the change as a strange awareness stirred in her heart.
Faced with his questioning gaze, she shyly bobbed her head in a small nod. "Y-yes, I intend to use my mouth to pleasure you," she murmured, silently confirming her intent before asking hesitantly, "Could it be that you don't want me to do it?"
"How could that be?" he laughed as if hearing something absurd. Patting her head, he added, "I can't help wanting to fill your throat with my cock."
"S-since this is what you want, Kanzou-sama… I-I'll," she murmured, her face flushing as resolve settled in. His words only strengthened her determination to give him a fellatio. She tugged at the elastic of his pants, wanting them out of the way, and asked softly, "M-May I remove your pants?"
Kanzou nodded, "Yes… You may. Go on."
"Alright…" she said with a shy smile as she began pulling his pants down. He lifted his hips slightly to help, and she tried to ease the fabric past his crotch, but it caught for a moment, the boner making it difficult to pull down in one smooth motion.
"T-this…" She murmured nervously, not expecting this to happen. After all, nothing like this had occurred yesterday when she pulled down his pants to give him a paizuri
As for why it didn't happen yesterday, it was because he was wearing boxers at that time, which he isn't wearing at the moment.
Kanzou only smiled and caressed her head, guiding her calmly. "Press my cock down and use some strength. It'll come out."
"Hmm…" she hummed softly. Following his instruction, she pressed the heavy length downward with one hand, tilting it over his thigh, and used the opening to tug his pants down with a firmer pull.
"Come on…" At once, the fabric slid past his crotch.
The musky scent in the room intensified instantly, and the moment the pressure was released, his cock sprang free, snapping back up and slapping against her face as it stood fully exposed.
"Kya—!" she gasped, jerking her head back in startled reflex not just from the slap, but also from the musky scent. At first sniff, it felt nauseating… She was clearly not used to it and instinctively wanted to back away…
"Shh… what's with that reaction?" he questioned, amused and pressed her head firmly, preventing her from pulling away, even as his cock rested against her face.
"I… I was just stunned…" she replied softly, feeling its warmth on her face.
Indeed, it was right there, resting against her face, so close that it felt strange and overwhelming. Part of her vision was blocked by it as the sheer size dwarfed her face. The base was lower than her chin and the tip rose past her forehead.
The sheer scale of it left her breathless and frozen as the thought surfaced again, 'N-no matter how many times I see it… y-your penis… It's really so big…'
She had said it multiple times already, that it was too big, so big; it frightened her, but she still repeated those same words. Because even now, it's scaring her all over again.
Her throat went dry as she remembered what she was about to do. This was what she intended to put in her mouth. She, completely inexperienced when it comes to giving felatio to a man, was facing something monstrous in size.
Her knees weakened as doubt crept in, confidence draining away until she felt small and discouraged, 'I… would I even be able to give you a fellatio?'
The thought left her unsettled. It felt as though she had dug a pit for herself, one she wasn't sure she could climb out of, because she truly didn't know if her body could actually go through with it.
As her confidence wavered and her thoughts drifted, a sudden slap against her face jolted her back to awareness—Cha!
"Huh?" she reacted, eyes widening.
Before she could recover, a second slap struck the same cheek, stunning her again.
Cha!
"Come on… what are you getting distracted for, Mikoto-san?" Kanzou said with a grin. "I'm still waiting for you to blow me."
At some point while she'd been lost in thought, he had released his grip on her head. Now he was striking her again, not with his hand, but with his cock. And he did so without a shred of hesitation for a third time and then a fourth time.
Cha! Cha!
Repeatedly slapped in the face like that, she felt a surge of grievance. "You—"
But another slap cut her off—
Cha!
Only after delivering dozens of slaps, until her entire face burned red, her eyes turned glazed and misty, her tongue hung slack with shame, and a strange sensation crept through her body, did he finally stop.
"Fufu…" Laughing in amusement, he rested his cock against her face once more, letting her feel its warmth and its pulse as he grabbed her head roughly from behind, lifting it until she was forced to meet his gaze.
"Did you like it?" he asked. "Getting slapped in the face by my cock?"
"…" Truthfully, she wanted to protest.
After all, what had she done to deserve being treated like that? She wasn't resisting or fighting; she had even taken the initiative to do something so depraved just to please him and be praised by him, yet he still slapped her.
Although getting slapped by his penis didn't truly hurt, not physically… but the shame and humiliation cut deep.
She wanted to voice her dissatisfaction, to tell him she didn't deserve this, but the words wouldn't come, "…"
Moreover, the way her breath came out in rough exhales against his length, the vacant glaze in her eyes, and the way her saliva was leaking from her tongue… they already answered his question.
She liked it…
But obviously, that wasn't enough for him.
"I asked you a question, Mikoto-san," he pressed.
She averted her gaze, shame flooding through her. Still, she didn't resist his command. Releasing a shaky breath through her nose, she nodded faintly, face burning as she admitted, "Y-yes… I… I liked… g-getting slapped by your p-penis…"
She could hardly believe she had confessed something so humiliating. The mortification was overwhelming; she felt an almost desperate urge to disappear.
"Fufu…" he laughed, patting her head in satisfaction. "I am glad that you enjoyed getting slapped by my cock."
"Hmm," she hummed, closing her eyes in satisfaction, liking the feeling of getting patted in the head by him.
"Now then, isn't it time you start sucking my cock, like you intended to earlier? Or do you plan to disappoint me?" His voice dipped slightly. "I don't like being disappointed. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you, Mikoto-san?"
At his question, she opened her unobstructed eye to look at his cock again, staring at it for several long moments.
'I… I am afraid,' she thought, swallowing nervously, fear twisting together inside her. She felt like she might disappoint him.
'B-but I must… I must not disappoint him… otherwise…' she thought. If she couldn't do this, if she couldn't give him a proper fellatio, then with what face could she ever ask him to marry her?
As a wife… she felt that the very least she should be able to do was satisfy the man she intended to marry by properly sucking his penis, wasn't it?
So she couldn't disappoint him.
She wouldn't.
With that determination, she moved and gave him her answer.
She didn't answer aloud, not with words. Instead, she slowly stuck out her pink, wet tongue and, with a pounding heart, tentatively licked the part of his length resting just above her mouth with its tip.
Lick~
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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