Yush Taymoro sat rigid in the plush velvet chair, his body a coiled spring of anticipation, shame, and searing arousal.
The master bedroom was a decadent sanctuary—crimson silk drapes cascaded from the ceiling, catching the golden flicker of ornate chandeliers.
The massive four-poster bed, shrouded in translucent veils, loomed like a stage for the ritual unfolding before him.
The air was thick with jasmine and sandalwood, but it was the sounds—Nico Robin's moans, Minato's growls, the relentless plap plap plap of their bodies colliding—that pierced Yush's soul, igniting a fire that burned through the long night.
His wife, his pride, his unattainable goddess, was giving herself to Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, and Yush's heart thundered with a maelstrom of emotions: humiliation that crushed his ego, jealousy that burned like acid, pride in her beauty, and an overwhelming, shameful ecstasy that threatened to consume him.
His fingers dug into the chair's arms, knuckles white, nails biting into the fabric as he leaned forward, his eyes locked on the veils. The translucent fabric was a cruel tease, blurring the details but amplifying his imagination.
He could make out Nico Robin's statuesque silhouette—six feet of sculpted beauty. Her raven-black hair spilled in glossy waves, swaying with each movement. Her massive, heavy breasts bounced, their dark peaks visible through the shadows.
Her hourglass waist flared into hips that could ruin empires, and her ass—God, that heart-shaped, jiggling masterpiece—was a canvas for Minato's possessive slaps. Her thick, muscular thighs quivered, her skin glistening with sweat, catching the light like polished ivory.
She was a goddess, and Yush both
worshipped and resented her for it.
Yush's arousal was a living
monster, clawing at his insides.
His cock stirred painfully in his trousers, a rare and humiliating response given his years of impotence. He hated it, hated how his body betrayed him, but he couldn't look away.
The shame was intoxicating, a drug that made his heart race and his breath come in short, ragged gasps. He had orchestrated this, offering Nico Robin to Minato to secure his place in the rebellion against the Daimyo. It was a calculated move, born of ambition for power and influence.
But beneath that lay a darker truth: Yush craved this humiliation, this act of watching his wife, his trophy, surrender to a man stronger, younger, and more virile.
His impotence, a private agony, had become a perverse pleasure when Minato entered their lives. The Hokage's dominance, his ability to claim Nico Robin in ways Yush never could, was a knife in his pride—and a spark that set his body alight.
Through the veils, Yush saw Minato position Nico Robin on her hands and knees, her ass high, trembling with anticipation. His breath hitched as Minato's hand came down with a sharp thwap, the slap against her massive ass echoing like a gunshot.
Nico Robin's scream—"Ahhh… fuck… mmmh!"—was a dagger to Yush's heart, slicing through his pride and igniting his arousal. He imagined the red mark blooming on her flawless skin, her ass jiggling under Minato's touch.
The humiliation was excruciating—she was his wife, and yet she belonged to Minato, her body responding with a passion Yush could never elicit.
Minato thrust into her, the plap plap plap a relentless rhythm that matched Yush's pounding heart. Nico Robin's moans filled the room—"Ohhh… mmmh… Minato… yesss!"—each one a reminder of her surrender, her betrayal.
Yush's hands trembled, nails digging deeper into the chair as he fought the urge to touch himself, wanting to prolong this torment.
The shadows showed Nico Robin's silhouette arching, her breasts swaying, her hips rocking to meet Minato's thrusts.
Yush could hear the wet, slick sounds of their union, could imagine her pussy clenching around Minato's thick length, and the thought sent a shudder through him, his cock throbbing painfully.
"You love this, don't you?" Minato growled, his voice dripping with dominance that twisted Yush's stomach with envy and arousal. "Being fucked like this… by me."
"Yesss… ohhh… Minato… please… more!" Nico Robin begged, her voice breaking, her moans louder, deliberate, as if she knew Yush was listening.
She glanced toward the corner, her eyes glinting through the veils, and Yush's heart skipped.
She was performing for him, humiliating him, showing how much she craved Minato, how her body sang for the Hokage in ways it never would for her husband.
The shame was a stab, but it fueled his arousal, his body trembling with intensity. She wanted him to feel his inadequacy, and that knowledge was both agony and ecstasy.
Minato slapped her ass again, the thwap followed by another scream—"Ahhhh… fuck… mmmh!"—and Yush moaned softly, unable to contain himself. The shadows showed Minato's hands roaming her body, squeezing her hips, her ass, her massive breasts, molding her to his liking.
Nico Robin's moans were a symphony—"Ahh… mmmh… ohhh… Minato… so good!"—each one a testament to her pleasure, her surrender. Yush's mind was a whirlwind: jealousy gnawed at him, pride in her beauty swelled, humiliation crushed his ego, and ecstasy made his body ache.
He had spent his life looking down on others, but here, he was humbled, and it was the most intense pleasure he had ever known.
The night stretched on, Minato's stamina a testament to his legendary prowess. He flipped Nico Robin onto her back, her legs spreading wide, thighs trembling as he positioned himself between them. Yush's eyes widened, his breath ragged as he watched Minato pin her wrists above her head. "Beg for it," Minato commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through Yush, amplifying his envy and arousal.
"Please… Minato… fuck me… ahhh… I need you!" Nico Robin's voice was desperate, her body arching, breasts heaving. Yush saw the outline of her curves, her nipples erect, her hips bucking with need.
Minato thrust into her, deeper, and her scream—"Yesss… ahhhh… fuck!"—shook the room. The plap plap plap was relentless, driving Yush to the edge, his cock throbbing, his breath ragged.
Nico Robin's moans grew frenzied—"Ohhh… mmmh… Minato… so big… so strong… ahhh!"—and Yush felt his climax building, unbidden, yet unstoppable. He hated how his body betrayed him, but he couldn't look away. Minato's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping her thighs.
"Ohhh… Minato… you're so much better… ahhh… than him!" she moaned, her voice dripping with venom and lust, and Yush's cock twitched, his arousal spiking at the deliberate humiliation. She was taunting him, reveling in his inadequacy, and the pain was exquisite.
Hours passed, Minato's hunger unyielding. He lifted Nico Robin, pinning her against the bedpost, her legs wrapping around his waist as he fucked her standing up.
Her screams—"Ahhhh… yesss… Minato… harder!"—echoed, her body trembling as he drove into her, the plap plap plap a punishing rhythm. Yush's moans were louder, his body shaking as he watched her silhouette writhe, her breasts bouncing, her ass jiggling.
Nico Robin's pleasure was palpable, and she reveled in it, her moans deliberate, her glances toward Yush calculated to twist the knife deeper.
As the night deepened, Minato laid her on her side, one leg lifted high as he entered her from a new angle. Her screams—"Mmmh… fuck… ahhh… Minato!"—were raw, her body quaking as he hit a spot that drove her wild. Yush saw her leg trembling, her toes curling, her breasts swaying.
The plap plap plap was relentless, driving Yush to the edge, his cock throbbing, his breath ragged. He was drowning in jealousy, shame, and ecstasy, a twisted cycle he couldn't escape.
As dawn approached, Minato pulled Nico Robin onto his lap, her back against his chest, legs spread wide as he bounced her on his cock.
Her moans were a constant stream—"Ohhh… mmmh… ahhh… Minato… please!"—her body convulsing as another orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around him, drawing a guttural groan from Minato. Yush's own moan escaped, his body shaking as he watched her silhouette arch in ecstasy.
Minato's thrusts grew erratic, his groans louder, and with a final, deep thrust, he came, filling her as she moaned weakly—"Mmmh… ahhh…"—her body trembling from the aftershocks. Yush's own release hit, unbidden, his body shaking as he slumped in the chair, trousers stained, face flushed with shame and satisfaction.
But the night wasn't over. As the intensity faded, Minato didn't pull away. Instead, he gently lowered Nico Robin onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, slick with sweat. Yush's breath caught as he watched the shadows shift—Minato pulling her close, wrapping his strong arms around her, their naked bodies pressed together in a tender embrace.
Nico Robin nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her raven hair fanning across his skin. Minato's hand traced lazy circles on her back, his fingers gliding over the curve of her waist, her hip, her ass.
She sighed softly, a contented "Mmmh…" escaping her lips as she melted into him, her body soft and pliant after hours of passion.
Yush's heart twisted, a new wave of emotions crashing over him. The sight of them cuddling, so intimate, so tender, was a fresh wound. The sex had been humiliating, but this—this quiet closeness—was worse. It was a reminder that Minato didn't just claim her body; he held her heart, her soul, in a way Yush never could.
Jealousy burned hotter than ever, a bitter ache that made his chest tight. Yet, even this intimacy fueled his arousal, the softness of their embrace a contrast to the raw dominance of the night.
Nico Robin's moans had been for him, her glances calculated to humiliate, but this moment—her body curled against Minato's, her breaths slow and satisfied—was for her and Minato alone, and that exclusion cut deeper than any taunt.
Minato murmured something Yush couldn't hear, his lips brushing Nico Robin's forehead, and she smiled, her eyes half-closed, glowing with satisfaction. Her hand rested on his chest, fingers tracing his muscles, and Yush felt a pang of envy so sharp it stole his breath.
She was his wife, yet she looked at Minato with a warmth, a devotion, that Yush had never seen directed at him. The pride he felt in her beauty was tainted by the knowledge that her radiance was Minato's doing, a gift from the Hokage's touch.
The shame was unbearable, yet it was his salvation, a pleasure that made him feel alive. He hated Minato for his dominance, yet he worshipped him for it, his loyalty forged in this twisted ritual.
As dawn's first light filtered through the drapes, Minato rose, pulling his robe on, his smirk visible through the veils. "I'll see you at the next meeting," he said, his voice casual but carrying an edge of dominance that made Yush's heart race. Yush nodded, his face flushed, his body trembling from the all-night spectacle and the intimate aftermath.
Nico Robin remained on the bed, her body still glowing, her eyes following Minato with a look of adoration that pierced Yush's soul.
As Minato teleported away, leaving the room in silence, Yush remained in the chair, his mind replaying every moan, every shadow, every moment of his wife's surrender—and the tender cuddling that followed.
The shame, jealousy, pride, and ecstasy swirled together, a tempest that left him both broken and whole. The rebellion was his path to power, but this—this act of watching Nico Robin in Minato's arms, followed by their intimate embrace—was his path to ecstasy. And he would do anything to keep it.