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Lick~
The tentative sweep of her tongue along his length left a faint, watery tang on her taste buds. She had only brushed his penis with the very tip of her tongue, yet she recognised the flavour immediately.
'This taste…'
It was her own.
The slick remnants of her earlier release, the same taste he had already forced her to experience before, again and again, when he shoved his fingers into her mouth. Now, that same essence coated his skin.
It wasn't surprising that she tasted herself on him. Earlier, when she had orgasmed while sitting on his lap, she had soaked his pants completely. Of course, her scent and flavour clung to his skin because of that.
Knowing his penis carried the trace of her juices made her feel shy and deeply ashamed.
And yet… she didn't hate the taste.
It was still humiliating, still unsettling, to have to taste herself like this, especially on a man's penis. But because she had already been forced to endure it before, the revulsion wasn't as overwhelming. More than that, a strange feeling stirred within her.
'Kanzou-sama's penis carries the taste of my own juices…' she thought, a possessive thrill mixing with her excitement.
Her scent, her taste, lingering on the penis of the man she wished to marry. She couldn't deny the thrill that crept through her at the thought.
Caught in the swirl of conflicting emotions, she took another tentative lick after the first cautious one. "Mmm…" This time, she grew a little bolder, extending her tongue further than before as she lapped it along his length.
Immediately, more of her own taste flooded her mouth.
'Aaa… I can't believe I'm thrilled at the thought of Kanzou-sama's penis having m-my taste…'
Embarrassment surged through her, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to stop, to run away. She had never imagined herself doing something like this. Compared to this… she felt that lying obediently beneath him, letting him ravish her body however he pleased, would have been easier.
At least that would have been less embarrassing.
For a moment, she even wondered if she should stop here and simply beg him to ravish her to his satisfaction so that she wouldn't have to do this embarrassing act.
But then she felt it, a faint twitch against her tongue. 'Kanzou-sama… h-he's… excited…!'
The realization rooted her in place.
Even as her knees began to ache against the hard wooden floor, she didn't move.
Even with his cock resting against her face, even as she tasted him and tasted herself with her tongue, she stayed, unable to pull away.
Her growing desire to please him, to earn his praise and approval, kept her kneeling there as she took another lick.
Lick~
As she tasted herself for the third time, Kanzou asked, "What do you think, Mikoto-san?"
"Hmm?" She tilted her head slightly, looking up at him in confusion.
Kanzou traced the back of his index finger along her cheek, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear as he asked again, "Do you like it? Licking my cock with your tongue?"
"Th-this… I-I'm not sure…" she replied faintly.
She did feel a strange eagerness, an unfamiliar possessiveness at tasting herself on him, mixed with excitement, but she still couldn't say whether she truly liked it. What she did know was that she didn't hate it, that much was clear. But to name the swirl of shame, thrill, and budding heat? Too soon, too raw.
"Is that so?" he said calmly. "Then it's probably still too early. You'll have to keep going, lick it for a while longer, before you can decide whether you like it or not." He urged her gently, "Since that's the case… don't stop. Keep going."
"Hmmm…" she breathed softly through her nose, her eyes fluttering as she stuck out her tongue and licked his penis again, right on the same spot as before. She closed her mouth afterward, letting the watery taste linger on her tongue for the third time before repeating the motion, licking the same place again and again, allowing the flavour to settle each time.
The rhythm soothed her nerves, even as it deepened her flush.
One lick... two... three... four...
It was bearable at first, almost methodical, like savoring a forbidden sweet. But as she persisted, fixating on that single vein, Kanzou's brow furrowed faintly. 'Do I… have to guide her?'
Once or twice… even three or four times was still understandable. But as she continued repeating the same motion, licking the exact same spot over and over, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Do I… have to guide her?'
Considering how inexperienced she was, this being her first time giving fellatio, it wouldn't have been surprising if she truly had no idea and needed his guidance. She lapped like a kitten at cream, no progression, just endless circles on one spot.
He shifted to guide her, but before words formed, her hands moved.
Her dainty fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, both palms steadying his girth as she moved her tongue lower over unfamiliar territory in slow, exploratory strokes.
The sensation drew a pleased hum from him. "That's it… haann… keep going, Mikoto-san…"
"I… fwaaa… I see," she murmured, nodding. His approval gave her courage, and with it, she began to grow bolder.
Lick... lick...
Suppressing the shame curling in her chest, Mikoto worked inch by inch, her tentative motions growing more deliberate. Saliva gleamed in the candlelight as her tongue travelled up his length, stopping briefly at the edge of the foreskin before sliding all the way back down to the base.
She felt veins pulse beneath her tongue, her breathing quickening with every pass, yet she didn't stop.
Before long, his entire length shimmered, slick from crown to root, not a single spot left untouched.
When she finished, she pulled back slightly, holding his cock over her face as it cast a shadow on her face while she lifted her gaze to his. A faint spark of pride warmed her chest despite the heat flooding her cheeks. She had coated his entire length in saliva with nothing but her tongue… and she wanted to be praised for it.
Though she already sensed his response in the occasional twitch, she still needed to hear it.
Her lips parted, her voice soft but eager, "Does it feel good, Kanzou-sama?"
He nodded, eyes half-lidded in approval. "Yes... very good." A pause, then his grin sharpened. "But don't just lick. Suck it too."
'Suck...?'
The word lingered in her mind, simple yet daunting.
But if she was being honest, at this point, there was little hesitation left. After all, she had already traced her tongue along his entire length; why hesitate now about taking it into her mouth? Was there really any difference?
She didn't think there was any…
With that thought, she leaned in without further pause, lips parting wide as she moved toward the flushed head, beads of precum gathering there as she prepared to envelop it.
"Careful with your teeth," he reminded, voice low. "Don't graze me."
She hummed a nod, parting her teeth carefully wide, and descended, lips stretching around the tip, sealing soft and warm.
Chuu...
Warmth bloomed around the head instantly, and another groan escaped him as her mouth claimed him.
'It's been a while since I had my cock sucked… damn,' he thought, exhaling slowly.
As for Mikoto, she had assumed that sucking wouldn't feel much different from licking, but the moment she actually did it, her cheeks burned hotter. The act felt stranger, more debasing, as her jaw was forced to stretch wider than she expected. She could also feel the pulsating heat of his penis filling her mouth, and the musky scent seemed to overwhelm her at such close range.
Shame coiled tight inside her, making her hesitate for a heartbeat. But she forced herself onward. 'This is Kanzou-sama's penis… I shouldn't feel averse to sucking it,' she told herself, curbing any aversion rising in her mind.
Keeping the head within her mouth, she began to swirl her tongue, as she lapped and coated it in saliva.
A brush along the underside drew a sharper groan from him, pleasure threading through the sound. "That's—"
'Sensitive here…' she realised at once.
She focused there, teasing the ridge for a while before pulling back to suck lightly, then bobbing in shallow motions, her head dipping in gentle, rhythmic pulls.
Slurp… chuu… slurp…
A faint flush crept over Kanzou's face as sigh after sigh slipped from his lips, bliss spreading through him.
For a brief moment, the urge to climax surged, an impulse to spill himself into her mouth, but he restrained it.
'Can't cum this early…'
He had his pride. He didn't want to finish so quickly, not when she had only just begun. He wanted to savour this, not end it abruptly. That would have been disappointing.
As for how to stop himself from cumming too quickly, he knew exactly what to do; he needed a distraction. And he had the perfect one.
'Let's finish the dinner first,' he thought, reaching for his chopsticks and resuming his meal as if nothing were amiss, savouring each bite between her movements.
The food distracted him, yes, but it also heightened his excitement.
Eating the meal she had devotedly prepared while she knelt between his legs, servicing him with her mouth, only amplified the thrill coursing through him.
'Fufu… yes… this really is good,' he thought as he lifted his chopsticks to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
'Poor Fugaku-san… he'd never get to enjoy this kind of service,' he mused in amusement.
In truth, even if Kanzou had never existed and Mikoto had ended up marrying Fugaku, this was still probably never something Fugaku would have received from her at all.
The knowledge that this kind of service existed for him alone only heightened his excitement. And the thought that he was further deepening the color of the green hat on Fugaku's head, this time with Mikoto acting willingly, made him grow even harder.
The increase in his hardness didn't go unnoticed by her as she bobbed her head over him.
"Hmm?"
She glanced up and caught his amused smirk, realising he must be entertaining some indecent thought. She didn't care. She returned to what she was doing, her tongue relentless against that sensitive spot before shifting to long, flat strokes from base to tip, tracing each vein and swirling back down again.
After keeping her lips wrapped around his girth for so long, her tongue working over his head, she began to feel breathless. She finally pulled back with a soft, wet pop—
Pop…
—and panted heavily, struggling to catch her breath. "Haaah… haah…"
Even so, she didn't stop stimulating him. She wrapped both hands around him, gripping firmly as she stroked slowly, the wet sounds echoing in the room.
Shlck… shlck …
As she worked her hands over his cock, she looked up at him and asked softly, "Kanzou-sama… am I doing it right?"
"Yeah… you're doing great for a first-timer," he said, nodding as he patted her head gently, clearly satisfied with her effort and dedication.
She smiled, her heart fluttering at the praise. The feeling made her want more of it, and she knew that to earn more praise, she would have to please him even further.
Ignoring the breathlessness lingering in her chest, she gathered saliva on her tongue, her cheeks hollowing slightly, then spat into her palm.
Ptooo…
The moisture pooled on her fingers, and without hesitation, she smeared it along his length, twisting her hands in opposite spirals.
Shlck… shlck …
Wet sounds filled the air as she continued twisting her hands, increasing the friction.
Her fingers worked not only around the base of his cock, but also along its entire length and over the head as well.
Between the twisting motions, she squeezed firmly, sliding her hands from base to tip. The pressure coaxed beads of precum from the urethra—
"Look at you, Mikoto-san… It's almost like you're a natural at this," Kanzou said with a teasing tone.
"P-please don't say things like that…" she replied, her face flushing. She didn't want to hear that she was naturally good at something like sucking a man's penis or stroking it; it made her feel cheap.
And that was something she refused to accept. She was anything but a cheap woman.
"Hmm…" he merely hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Meanwhile, she, hoping he wouldn't say anything like that again, let out a quiet sigh and leaned forward, her tongue slipping out and scooping the pearls of precum with her tongue.
Lick~
The taste of his precum burst across her tongue at once. It was similar to her own vaginal juices, yet unmistakably different, raw, masculine, and salty. For a moment, it overwhelmed her senses, which were drowning in lust.
The moment her senses felt overwhelmed, the lust seemed to temporarily vanish, and her thoughts snapped into focus.
'T-this…? W-what am I doing?' she thought, disbelief crashing down as she realised exactly what she was doing.
Forcing out his precum with her hands… tasting it with her tongue? It was such an indecent act… She couldn't believe that she was doing this sort of thing.
Face went aflame, stomach churned with revulsion, heart hammered wild.
Yet when she looked upward, glanced at him, caught his pleasured sighs, eyes hooded in pleasure... she shook her head, discarding that clarity. She chose to drown back into the lust that she was feeling as she pressed on, going back to bobbing lips over the head of his penis while her hands kept circling his girth in that opposite twisting motion.
Slurp... twist... slurp...
The dedication earned her a pat on the head as he ordered her in a husky voice will with heat, "Don't forget my balls... suck them too."
'B-Balls...?'
Lips released him with a slick sound, gaze dropping to his nutsack. As you'd expect from a guy who is capable of blowing more than one load in an extremely short duration… It was kinda big, somewhat hairy, and rather heavy.
Deeper blush scorched her; 'Suck these too...?'
There was no time for hesitation; his hand pressed, guiding her mouth to kiss the wrinkled skin. Follicles prickled her upper lip and nose, cherry tint smudging against him as she whimpered. "Hnnn…"
Reluctance flickered through her as the thought of using her mouth on the slightly hairy sac unsettled her. But his gaze allowed no refusal, leaving her helpless.
She knew her own thoughts and wishes didn't matter. She was a canary trapped in a cage, expected to do exactly what her owner desired. So she forced herself to ignore the discomfort and extended her tongue, giving tentative licks once more.
Lick… lick…
Immediately, she tasted her own juices, which were neither unexpected nor unwelcome. She had left his balls unattended earlier, and now they were soaked in her own juices, carrying her familiar flavour, which made tasting them rather easier. Beneath that familiar flavor, she also tasted the coarse texture of the hair on his skin.
It was ticklish and somewhat irritating on her tongue, but she had no choice. She endured it, continuing to lick despite her unease.
It was easier than she had expected. After licking and sucking his penis, the initial edge of reluctance had dulled, and her hesitation about his balls faded after a few tentative licks.
Within seconds, she parted her lips wider and drew one testicle into her mouth, enclosing it in warm, wet softness. Her tongue rolled around it gently at first, then grew firmer, her lips pulling in as her cheeks hollowed slightly around the motion, vacuuming it.
"Yeah… that's it, Mikoto-san. You're doing great… and don't forget to use your hands. You have two of them, you can do more than just suck… gaaah… that's it…"
His words broke off abruptly as she followed his earlier instruction. One hand cupped the other testicle, kneading and tugging it gently between her fingers, while her free hand returned to his penis, stroking it in slow, steady motions.
Mmm... slurp...
Between her motions, a few strands of hair occasionally caught, snapping free and clinging inside her mouth.
True to her refined habits, she calmly gathered them on her tongue, plucked them away with her fingers, delicate and unhurried, before discarding them and returning to her task.
After a while, she shifted to the other testicle, sucking it with the same measured care, while her free hand began to knead and tug the first, still slick and warm from her attention.
Slurp… slurp…
She alternated between them for a while, sometimes releasing a testicle with a wet pop before switching again.
The repetition soon built up a rhythm, and with it came more boldness.
"Now put both balls in your mouth."
At Kanzou's next instruction, she hesitated only briefly before tugging the sack taut, bunching both testicles together, then stretched her lips wide to take them at once.
It was difficult. Holding both inside her mouth forced her to open wider than felt natural, and she had to stay acutely aware of her teeth; one careless graze would have hurt him, and she didn't dare risk that. She was afraid of what he might do if she hurt him. Care and concentration guided her movements, devotion to pleasing him outweighing any concern for herself.
Even as the strain overwhelmed her, tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. She only whimpered softly in a low, breathy sound, enduring the pain and the strength as she kept both testicles enclosed, swirling them together and rolling them in the wet warmth of her mouth.
"Fufu… as expected, Mikoto-san, you're really a natural at this," Kanzou repeated, echoing his earlier praise.
'P-please don't say this…' she thought as shame stung her sharply. She had already told him she didn't want to hear that, didn't want to be called a natural at something like this.
And it wasn't even true. She wasn't 'natural' at this; she was simply pouring care and effort into servicing him. It took concentration, patience, and real work. But of course, he didn't care about her feelings. He only cared about his own pleasure and his own assessment.
Tears welled in her eyes, not just from the strain, but from the hurt.
Still… buried beneath the humiliation, there was a sliver of validation. Even if he didn't acknowledge her effort, his words meant she was doing well; she was making him feel good.
So she clung to that fragment of praise, wrapped tight around the debasement, accepted it in silence, and forced herself to take him deeper, giving him more pleasure.
Slurp... roll... stroke...
He was clearly pleased. He took another bite with his chopsticks, then shifted his right foot, lifting it before sliding the socked toe between her thighs.
There was no warning, only a light chuckle. "Fufu… since you are so dedicated… then let me also give you some reward."
Then he nudged his toe against her slick folds.
"Huhhhh… K-kawoo-wawaaa…" She sucked in a sharp breath, startled by the sudden contact against her labia. Her movements faltered, and the balls she held in her mouth slipped halfway free.
But his grip on her head stayed firm. "No need to stop, Mikoto-san. Keep going," he said, pressing the fabric of his socked toe against her clit and teasing along her sensitive lips.
"Nngh…" A soft, nasal whimper escaped her as the pressure increased.
The sock darkened as it soaked up her wetness, and her entire body shuddered in response.
Yet a flicker of joy lit her eyes, 'Kanzou-sama… h-he… he is paying attention to m…'
The attention he had denied her earlier, choosing instead to focus on his dinner, had finally returned to her body. This time, it wasn't his fingers, but his toes… and she found she didn't care.
Even if it made her feel more debased, it wasn't the first time he had teased her with his foot, so it hardly mattered anymore. What mattered was that he was paying attention to her again, and that alone sent a surge of devotion through her.
She released both of his balls with a soft pop—
Pop…
She shifted upward immediately, lips parting as she returned to his cock with renewed, deeper intent. Without hesitation or reluctance, she sealed her lips tighter around him and began bobbing her head again, pushing herself to take him deeper this time.
Slurrp… chuu… slurrp…
Each wet pull drew him closer to the edge, and with it grew his urge to push her there as well. His toe ground more firmly against her clit, circling with deliberate pressure.
Ragged breaths tore from Kanzou as he completely forgot the chopsticks, his hips jerking upward while heat coiled tightly inside him.
The warmth of her mouth had long since erased any thought of distracting himself with dinner; there was only one urge left now, and it was to cum.
"Mikoto-san—ngh—I'm about to cum… be ready…" His words broke apart into a low groan as both his hands tangled in her hair, and taking control he suddenly stood up and pushing her deeper and deeper along his length.
Gluckkk… gluckk…
"Mffmmm… hmmm…" she breathed heavily around him, gagging as the urge to cough surged. Each push forced more of his length inside her mouth, plunging deeper than before.
In fact, even without his warning, she would have known. She could feel it building, the heavy, insistent throbs against her tongue, the way his girth swelled, growing impossibly harder.
These sensations she was feeling set off an instinctive alarm within her, leaving no doubt about what was coming.
"N-noff… iff… mooff…!" she tried to protest, her words dissolving into muffled, incoherent sounds. She wanted him to pull back, to not cum inside her mouth, but to him, it was nothing more than noise as he continued guiding her head up and down.
The urge to retreat flared sharply. She didn't want him cumming, but she didn't want him to finish in her mouth. She felt weirded about it and very reluctant…
The last time he had ended up cumming on her face, it had left her in tears… and now what was about to happen was even more derogatory, and she obviously felt uncomfortable from that.
She tried to pull away, even bracing her hands against his thighs to push back, but his grip on her head made it impossible. Each attempt failed, her strength draining away.
The teasing pressure of his toes between her thighs only made it worse, her body betraying her as sensation overwhelmed her resistance.
"Mffmmm… hmmm…" she moaned around his length, the sounds muffled and desperate as her thighs began to tremble. When his toe curled firmly over her clit, grazing it again and again in a rapid rhythm, every thought of restraint vanished. The need to hold back, the urge to resist, it all slipped from her mind as her whines became impossible to suppress.
In that moment, only the drive to climax remained. It overwhelmed her so completely that her hips began to rock on their own, instinctively pressing back against the intrusion of his toes.
Gluck… gluck…
Shlick… shlick…
The sounds blended together, filling the room as they both climbed toward the crest, losing themselves in the rising tide of sensation—until they reached the very peak.
"Mikoto-san… I'm cumming… take it all in…"
"M-meefff… mefff… too…" she tried to answer, wanting to say she was cumming as well.
Then they tipped together.
Kanzou's grip tightened around her head as a guttural cry tore from his throat. "C-cumming…!"
At the same instant, his toe curled against her clit one last time, a deep, relentless graze that sent her over the edge, too, "C-cuffffffffffff…!"
SPURT… SPURT… SPURT…
Squelch… squelch… squelch…
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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