Uchiha Ryosuke realized the news about the Two-Tails Jinchuriki had leaked. Not that he was particularly worried. He'd never intended to keep it a secret forever—such things always found their way out in the ninja world. Still, to prevent others from getting ideas about targeting the Two-Tails again and forcing him to intervene repeatedly, he turned to the Uchiha clansmen guarding the clan's gates.
"From now on, if anyone comes asking for the Two-Tails Jinchuriki, drive them off. No need to consult me. Understood?"
One of the clansmen hesitated, then spoke up. "What if it's someone sent by the Hokage?"
Even if the Two-Tails Jinchuriki was the Uchiha clan's prisoner, a figure of such importance would surely draw the Hokage's attention. In the Leaf Village, the Hokage's authority was absolute.
Ryosuke didn't miss a beat. "If it's him, drive them off too. That's the rule. Got it?"
The clansmen exchanged stunned glances. Refusing Danzo's Root operatives was one thing—that felt justified, even satisfying. But rejecting the Third Hokage himself? That was unthinkable. Wouldn't that mean the Uchiha clan was placing itself above the Hokage's authority? A thrill of excitement mixed with unease rippled through them.
"Understood," they replied, their voices tinged with awe.
Ryosuke left the clan grounds, his mind already elsewhere. He led Mabui, his captive, straight to the bathhouse. Days of pent-up frustration and rage churned within him, demanding release. As his prisoner, Mabui was fair game—no hesitation needed. Besides, she was a jounin, which meant the rewards from the mysterious "Many children, Much Fortune System" would likely be substantial. He smirked at the thought.
Mabui's face darkened as she realized where he was taking her. The bathhouse, with its steamy air and secluded chambers, was an ominous destination. What did he want? Her stomach twisted. Surely he wouldn't… do that? In the ninja world, captured kunoichi, especially those with beauty like hers, were vulnerable to abuse. Mabui was confident in her figure and looks—her athletic build and striking features had always drawn attention. Had that confidence now painted a target on her back?
This was the Uchiha clan's stronghold. Her chakra was sealed, escape impossible. The thought of her body being used as a plaything made her blood run cold. Desperate, she tried to reason with him. "I've already cooperated. I confirmed the contents of that letter. The Fourth Raikage will pay my ransom. Let me go."
Ryosuke's smile was cold, predatory. "Ransom? It hasn't arrived yet. And even if it does, do you really think I'd let you walk away so easily?"
His hands reached for her.
Mabui's expression hardened, her body instinctively retreating to dodge his grasp. "You bastard! Shameless scum!" she spat.
Though her chakra was sealed, limiting her ability to combine ninjutsu with taijutsu, she was a Cloud Village ninja—her body honed by years of relentless training. She twisted and sidestepped, evading his hands with the agility of a seasoned jounin.
Ryosuke hadn't expected resistance. His eyes narrowed, and the crimson glow of his Sharingan flared to life. "Genjutsu: Shackle Stakes."
A ripple of red chakra pulsed from his eyes, disrupting Mabui's chakra flow. The world shifted around her, plunging her into a crimson void. Her body was suddenly pinned by massive iron stakes, immobilizing her completely. Panic surged—she was trapped in his Sharingan's illusion, her body no longer her own.
As Ryosuke's hands moved toward her, she felt him lift her, his voice a low, sinister whisper in her ear. "Before I enjoy you, let's get you cleaned up."
Mabui's heart pounded. During the recent battle, she'd been covered in dirt and sweat, her appearance disheveled. Clearly, Ryosuke had no interest in taking her as she was. The thought of his hands on her skin filled her with shame and dread.
"Stop it, you bastard!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury. "You can't do this!"
But Ryosuke ignored her protests, his smile unwavering. "You're a captive. You don't get a say."
The night passed in a blur of horror for Mabui. When morning came, her face burned with a mix of shame and rage as she glared at Uchiha Ryosuke. "You monster," she hissed. "I'll make you pay for this."
Her mind replayed the night's torment—endless, humiliating acts that left her dizzy and disoriented. She'd lost consciousness more than once, the ordeal stretching on for hours. How many times had it been? Twenty, maybe? The number felt unreal, each moment a fresh wound to her pride.
Ryosuke just laughed, his tone mocking. "Make me pay? After what we've shared, you're practically mine now. I'm your man, aren't I? Besides, your Cloud Village loves stealing bloodline limits, doesn't it? I'm doing you a favor—gifting you the Uchiha bloodline. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
Mabui's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. Thank him? For treating her like an object, a tool for his twisted ambitions? The Cloud Village's "Leaf Breeding Plan" might have aimed to acquire powerful bloodlines, but this wasn't what she'd signed up for. Her sister Samui had suffered the same fate at this man's hands, and now Mabui was another victim of his cruelty. The thought of carrying his child—an Uchiha-blooded heir—made her stomach churn.
She wanted to scream, to lash out, but her body was still weak, her chakra sealed. Ryosuke's Sharingan had stripped her of any chance to fight back. All she could do was glare, her eyes burning with defiance despite the hopelessness of her situation.
Ryosuke, unfazed, adjusted his cloak and prepared to leave the bathhouse. "Rest up," he said casually, as if they'd just shared a friendly chat. "You'll need your strength for next time."
Mabui's heart sank. Next time? The thought was unbearable. She had to find a way out, to escape this nightmare before it consumed her completely. But how? The Uchiha compound was a fortress, and Ryosuke's power was overwhelming. Even if she could break free, the shame of what had happened would follow her. Reporting this to the Raikage, as Samui had feared, would only bring humiliation to their family and make them the talk of the village.
As Ryosuke's footsteps faded, Mabui collapsed against the bathhouse wall, her body trembling. She thought of Samui, who'd endured a similar ordeal and chosen silence to protect her pride. Mabui understood that choice now. The ninja world was merciless—beauty and strength were both weapons and vulnerabilities. She'd always been proud of her skills and her figure, but now they felt like curses, drawing predators like Ryosuke.
Her mind raced. If the Raikage's ransom came through, would Ryosuke really let her go? Or was he toying with her, using the promise of freedom to keep her compliant? She couldn't trust his words. And what about the Two-Tails Jinchuriki? Why was Ryosuke so cavalier about the news leaking? Was he baiting other villages, daring them to challenge the Uchiha's hold on such a valuable asset?
Mabui's thoughts turned to her village. The Fourth Raikage was already suspicious of the Uchiha, even linking the attack on Samui's team to the masked figure from the Nine-Tails incident. If he learned the Uchiha were holding the Two-Tails, it could escalate tensions further. War loomed on the horizon, and Mabui was caught in the middle—her body and her loyalty both pawns in a larger game.
She forced herself to stand, her legs shaky but her resolve hardening. She wouldn't let Ryosuke break her. If she was pregnant, as Samui feared she might be, Mabui would turn it into a weapon. An Uchiha-blooded child could be raised to defy its father, to become a tool of vengeance. It was a grim thought, but in the ninja world, survival demanded ruthlessness.
As she dressed, covering the marks of her ordeal, Mabui vowed to uncover Ryosuke's true intentions. He wasn't just a rogue Uchiha acting on impulse—his actions hinted at a deeper plan, one tied to the mysterious system he'd mentioned and the Uchiha's growing defiance of the Leaf's authority. If she could learn more, she might find a way to turn the tables.
For now, she'd play along, biding her time. The Cloud Village would come for her, and when they did, she'd make sure Ryosuke paid for every moment of her suffering.
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