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[Note: Be Warned. Chapter contains R*pe scene. Reader descrtion is advised.]
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'Please forgive me, Fugaku-sama…'
After a brief struggle in her heart, Mikoto complied.
With a blushing face filled with shame, she parted her legs wide open for Kanzou to explore freely—something the young Uchiha did without a shred of hesitation.
"Fufu… That's what I'm talking about," he chuckled softly, tracing his hands on her inner thighs for a while before reaching over her black panties and letting his fingers trace the outline of her camel toe, visible over her panties, and began teasing the sensitive spot beneath.
"Mmm~" A moan slipped from Mikoto's lips almost instantly, which amused Kanzou.
Feeling the dampness cling to his fingers, he gave a mocking smile and remarked, "Even though you're making a reluctant face and tearing up… look how wet you are, Mikoto-san. Could it be… you're actually secretly getting excited by all this and just pretending to be unhappy?"
"How… how could that be!?" Mikoto protested, her voice laced with anger and shame. There was no way she could be enjoying this… after all, she wasn't here by choice. She had been coerced into this position—forced to let Kanzou do whatever he pleased with her body. 'How could I possibly enjoy this?'
"Then how do you explain this wetness?" Kanzou questioned in a deep, teasing voice as he pinched her vulva over her panties with his thumb and index finger, squeeing it tightly.
"Heeeu~" Another sonorous moan escaped her lips at that moment, which was accompanied by a surge of moisture that soaked through the fabric of her lacy panties, dampening his fingers.
Lifting those fingers close to her face, letting her see the glistening drops of clear fluid as they dripped from his fingertips—landing right on her trembling lips, he questioned her, "Huh? How do you explain this? Are you saying this isn't the juice you released from excitement?"
"That… obviously… It's because—" Mikoto tried to argue, but the moment she parted her lips, Kanzou slipped his soaked fingers into her mouth.
"Here," he said with a smirk, "have a taste of your own juice. Maybe this will help you see the truth."
A mild fruity taste spread across her tongue as his fingers slowly swirled around inside her mouth.
Knowing the source of the flavor, a wave of disgust rose within her.
She had never imagined that one day she'd be forced to taste her own juices—and the shame that followed was overwhelming.
She wanted to push his fingers out of her mouth, or bite the hand with all her strength to tear apart the fingers from the hand… but when she noticed the eyes watching her in amusement, she dared not and let those fingers do whatever they pleased with her.
Smirking in satisfaction with her compliance, Kanzou violated her mouth with his fingers, exploring its inside, swirling his them around her tongue and her gums… and he did so for a few seconds before pulling his fingers out with a pop, coated with her saliva.
"So… what do you think? Did it taste good?" he asked casually, wiping the saliva on his fingers on her tits and the valley between them.
"…" Mikoto covered her face with both hands.
The situation was already unbearable—humiliating beyond words. She had nothing left to say, only a growing sense of shame and despair.
Unable to bring herself to answer, all she could do was hide her face and cry silently as she hoped that it would end soon.
But Kanzou wasn't the type to let things slide. He was a villain—and Mikoto, his victim. There was no way he'd let her off easily.
Displeased with her silence, he gave her camel toe a sharp smack, drawing a muffled cry mixed with pain and pleasure from her lips, "Aaaahhh~"
"Did I not ask a question?" he asked in a deep tone.
But even after the smack to her camel toe, Mikoto didn't move her hands from her face. She kept them pressed tightly over her eyes as silent tears streamed down her cheeks—born of shame, fear, despair, and helplessness.
"If you're going to act like this…" Kanzou muttered, clearly displeased.
He forcibly lifted her hips and slid her panties down without hesitation, exposing her wet, untouched pussy and an incredibly sexy black bush that only served to make his already erect dick harder. He really wanted to pull on that bush in order to inflict pain upon her and satisfy his deranged fantasies.
But instead of focusing on pulling her bush or ploughing that virgin pussy right away, he decided to deal with another very important matter first as he sat on her smooth, yet toned, flat stomach, holding the slightly damp black fabric in one hand. Then, without giving her a choice, he forcibly pulled her hands away from her face and bound her wrists together above her head with the same panties, making sure that her hands were completely restricted and would no longer get in the way.
"This ensures that we can see each other's faces clearly," he said with a cold, sadistic smile as he leaned in and forcibly kissed her.
After all, if she couldn't even look into the eyes of the one violating her while it was happening, how would she remember the face of the man who did it?
And if she didn't remember his face… how could he truly savor the benefits that he would receive from the system for wronging her?
His actions had the desired effect. Mikoto glared at him with teary, hate-filled eyes, as if she wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there. "Uchiha Kanzou… I'll… definitely… for everything you're doing to me today…"
She was so angry and humiliated that she even forgot to call him in the usual respectful manner that she had done every time up until now, despite being half violated.
'Yes… that look… that's exactly what I wanted to see,' Kanzou thought, nodding in satisfaction. But he wasn't done. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered softly, delivering another dose of despair:"Don't forget about Tadayoshi-sama… do you really want me to kill him?"
The moment those words reached her, Mikoto's tongue froze mid-sentence, unable to say anything further…
"Haha… that's the Mikoto-san I know and admire," Kanzou chuckled, seizing the moment to steal another forced kiss—sucking on the very tongue that had just been ready to swear revenge on him.
Mikoto could do nothing but endure as he continued to do as he pleased, planting kisses and bites along her neck, shoulders, and breasts, marking her as his prey, laughing all the while—fully savoring her helplessness as if a predator.
Once he finished marking her, leaving over a dozen bite marks, Kanzou nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, this is more like it…" He, then, rose to his feet with a smirk on his lips, "And now… It's time to get this show on the road… isn't it?"
The words left her momentarily stunned… but the truth sank in quickly as she watched him begin to undress.
With every piece of fabric that slid off Kanzou's body, Mikoto's despair grew deeper—dread tightening inside her with the fear of what was to come.
Of course, even while undressing, Kanzou didn't stop tormenting the woman lying helpless on the futon.
He used that opportunity to tease her with his foot, tracing his toes around her vulva, and occasionally reaching out for her clitoris, pressing it with his toe, making her squirm and tremble as moans escaped from her lips, "Nnnn~" adding yet another layer of humiliation to the memories already etched into her.
"Fufu~ Look at you squirm from just that… you really are quite sensitive, aren't you, Mikoto-san?" Kanzou chuckled, now standing in nothing but his boxers with an obvious bulge straining against the fabric while the rest of his body was fully exposed to Mikoto's gaze.
Amidst rough and shallow breaths filled with moans, Mikoto stared at him with a dazed look, taking in the sight of his build.
Kanzou had what one might call a sleeper build—he didn't appear particularly muscular at first glance while clothed, but beneath the fabric, his physique was deceptively well-defined, almost sculpted to the level of a Greek god.
Of course, he bore a few scars across his body—but those were marks of pride, earned as a ninja and a warrior in battles at a young age on the battlefield of Amegakure. Rather than diminishing his appeal, they only enhanced his rugged, gangster-like dominating presence. Paired with his strikingly handsome face and an imposing height of nearly 192.5 centimeters, his presence was enough to make even the most beautiful and arrogant women turn their heads.
And Uchiha Mikoto—no matter how dignified, elegant, or composed—was still a young woman, and a maiden at heart.
And faced with that kind of body, face, and presence that made countless women squirm and salivate… it was hard to claim she felt nothing. Especially since, deep down, she had always secretly admired him. It was no surprise, then, that her cheeks flushed red up to her ears, and she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze anymore, not that she was able to do that previously either… but this time it was for an entirely different reason.
Had things been different—had she not been coerced into this situation, had she not been moments away from being forcibly violated against her will—finding herself bound and helpless beneath the looming, dominating presence of Uchiha Kanzou might have felt like a forbidden fantasy… a wet dream come true.
How many women in Konoha share such an exotic wet dream…
But dreams weren't meant to be like this.
And much to her despair, this was no wet dream… this was not just a forbidden fantasy. It was all too real—every bit of it. And it was a nightmare.
A nightmare that she had no way of escaping… and could only give in…
The only faint silver lining in her nightmare was that her tormentor was a man as handsome as Kanzou. Had it been some grotesque, obese stranger—or an old man—she might have considered death the kinder option.
But even thinking such a thing in this situation felt disturbingly misplaced. Handsome or not, the man was clearly about to violate her.
And yet… it still brought Mikoto a small, inexplicable sense of relief—if only just a little.
Perhaps it's simply human nature to search for a silver lining, no matter how bleak the situation.
Or maybe it was just Mikoto who wasn't quite right in the head—like most Uchihas.
Or perhaps… it was a matter of the heart. After all, she had always been a secret admirer of Uchiha Kanzou.
The exact reason was hard to pin down.
Regardless, as her eyes drifted from his striking face and his sculpted frame, down to the only piece of fabric on his body, they subconsciously settled on the sizeable bulge beneath his boxers.
Immediately, her lips quivered, and her gaze turned dazed once more.
Even from the outline alone, it was clear what kind of beast lay hidden beneath the fabric.And whether by intent or coincidence, Kanzou chose that very moment to remove the final piece of clothing from his body.
Under Mikoto's dazed gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.
His cock sprang free like an unsheathed sword—fully erect, poised for the battle to come.
"So… so big," Mikoto murmured unconsciously, swallowing hard in fear.
It was long, thick, veiny, and fully erect.
Although this was her first time seeing a man with an erect penis, that didn't mean she was ignorant.
As part of her Kunoichi training, she had studied a man's penis in great detail during the sex education classes while she attended the Ninja Academy and even learned how to manipulate a man's lust to her advantage during missions.
Although she had been just a little girl, less than ten years old at the time—and had never needed to put those techniques into practice as a Kunoichi—she still remembered every detail clearly, thanks to her sharp memory.
Therefore, she knew what was considered normal.
And Kanzou's size?
It was far from average—too big to be anything but rare.
Kanzou laughed. "I'm glad you think so, Mikoto-san," he said, clearly pleased by her unintentional words.
After all, what man wouldn't enjoy being called big?
It stroked his ego perfectly—and with a length of 9.6 inches, he had every reason to be proud.
Satisfied, he sat back on the futon and added with a smirk, "And you should rejoice, Mikoto-san… because you're about to feel this very thing deep inside you."
"N… No… I'm scared… It's too big… it'll tear me…" Mikoto pleaded, shaking her head desperately. She was truly terrified and tried to squirm away…
But obviously, Kanzou didn't care that she was afraid. He was far too horny at the moment to give a damn. Not to mention, he was too much of a scumbag to care just because someone was begging him.
Grinning ear to ear, he slapped her pussy once again for misbehaving—Cha, making her hiss and moan in pain and pleasure, and instinctively stop squirming. Using that opportunity, he held her by her plump thighs and pulled her closer to him while forcibly pinning her down with his grip. "For your own sake, hold still, woman," he commanded, aligning his cock at the entrance of her untouched virgin pussy.
She was already wet enough from all the teasing he'd given her earlier, so he didn't bother with more. Instead, he just smiled sadistically and said, "From this moment… you're about to graduate from being a girl to a woman…"
That sadistic smile on his handsome face and those encouraging words horrified Mikoto more than anything.
"No… No…" She tried to move away, but she wasn't strong enough to be able to do anything, and with her hands bound, she was utterly powerless.
Ignoring her pleas, Kanzou pushed his hips forward with a grunt, "Ughh…" and in one motion, he entered her. A tight squeeze enveloped his cock as Mikoto let out a pained cry, "Aaaaahhhh…"
By now, she was already breathing rapidly, her heart pounding, and her entire body drenched in sweat as pain coursed through her. Quite obviously, her untouched pussy—even if wet and slightly loosened from earlier teasing—was still not ready for a beast like him and felt as if it were being torn apart.
Honestly, she probably would have been apart—if she hadn't subconsciously used her chakra to coat and protect her muscles there.
"Good use of chakra… You really do have talent," Kanzou praised, noticing her subconscious application. Then he clenched his teeth and pushed forward, soon reaching the thin inner wall of resistance that marked her maidenhood.
"This is the final line," Kanzou said, reminding her of what she was about to lose.
Mikoto's expression twisted in pain. At that moment, if she could, she wanted nothing more than to hold onto something—even if it was just the bedsheet of the futon beneath her. But her hands were tied over her head, making it impossible to grasp anything.
And Kanzou, not caring at all about any of that, pushed forward again, forcibly tearing through the thin inner wall and making her graduate from it against her will—plop.
A thin line of red blood leaked out as Mikoto let out a pained cry, "Aaah…" her voice breaking with desperate tears from the pain she felt in that moment.
The pain she felt was less from the wall being torn or from being forcibly penetrated by a cock her vagina couldn't handle, and more from the situation she found herself in at that moment.
But even in that moment, Kanzou—an evil, sadistic, and shameless bastard—mockingly congratulated her. "Congratulations, Mikoto-san… From this moment on, you are no longer a girl. You've graduated into a woman… Indeed, now you're a full-fledged woman." He then asked, "Aren't you glad?"
Unable to hold back any longer, Mikoto burst into uncontrollable tears. "Uuuuwaaa…"
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