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"Fufufu~ It won't be long before she returns to me," Kanzou chuckled.
The results of his plan had far exceeded expectations. According to his follow-up strategy, there was still more to gain—and he was already looking forward to exploiting Kushina further.
In excellent spirits, he returned home.
Mikoto had already prepared tea. Curiosity shimmered in her eyes as she asked, "Kan-sama, how did you get Kushina-chan to hold it in?"
Knowing Kushina's temperament, Mikoto had fully expected her to explode and possibly tear the place apart. The fact that her fiery friend had remained silent was shocking.
She—the 'bad woman' who had betrayed her friend—had somehow escaped unscathed.
Kanzou sat down and drew Mikoto into his arms.
The faint scent of Kushina lingered on him, and Mikoto couldn't help but feel a tight, bitter pang in her chest.
It wouldn't be wrong to say that she wasn't jealous at the thought of another woman's scent lingering on her husband's body, but there was nothing to be done about it.
"The reason she kept quiet and didn't make a scene is simple," Kanzou whispered into Mikoto's ear. "It's because she thinks she is the one who betrayed you."
He didn't need to spell it out—Mikoto understood immediately.
Kushina hadn't realised she'd been placed under a Genjutsu by Mikoto last night.
She likely assumed she had simply gotten drunk and that something regrettable had happened between her and Kanzou.
Most likely, she felt guilty, believing she had betrayed Mikoto by seducing her husband.
Now that Mikoto understood the situation more clearly, the guilt in her heart only grew heavier.
And it made her even more afraid of Kushina ever discovering the real truth.
If Kushina ever found out that Mikoto had been Kanzou's accomplice, cutting ties would be the least of it—there was a real chance she'd be out for her blood.
"Don't worry," Kanzou said reassuringly. "I'll never tell Kushina-chan that you were in on it. I'll help you hide the truth for the rest of your life. She'll never know that her close friend was the 'bad woman' who betrayed her."
"I really am a bad woman, aren't I?" Mikoto murmured with a soft laugh. It was hard to tell whether it came from happiness… or sorrow.
If anyone else, even Kushina, called her that, she wouldn't be able to defend herself; she'd feel sorrow at being called a bad woman.
But hearing it from Kanzou stung in a different way; she felt a twinge of happiness.
It felt like a praise for her dishonest actions.
"I'm not a good man," Kanzou replied, gazing at her with a strange tenderness. "Only bad women are worthy of someone like me. If you were too kind and good… I'd just end up throwing you away."
In the past, Kanzou had only been drawn to Mikoto for her beauty and body.
But now, he genuinely liked the Mikoto who was willing to do anything for him.
He liked the bad Mikoto… in fact, he wanted her to become evil… he wanted her to transform from bad to evil.
"Even if Kushina-chan never finds out… the guilt I feel for her won't go away," Mikoto murmured. "Kan-sama… could you restrain yourself from doing anything harmful to Kushina-chan in the future?"
She knew Kanzou wouldn't easily let Kushina go—he'd definitely set his sights on her again. So, she wanted to at least be sure that he wouldn't harm her.
"I'll try my best," Kanzou replied, not giving a firm promise.
"If Kushina-chan fully submits, I'll treat her more kindly. So, Mikoto… would you help me make that happen sooner?"
"…" Mikoto couldn't bring herself to say yes, but she couldn't outright refuse him either.
She already felt so guilty that she momentarily considered ending her own life.
If she betrayed Kushina again, she didn't think she'd ever be able to look herself in the eyes again.
"I…" she hesitated, not sure how to respond.
"I'm just teasing you," Kanzou said with a faint smile. "I won't make you suffer any further embarrassment—and I won't need your help again, either."
He leaned in and kissed Mikoto gently on the cheek.
Her assistance had been crucial in setting things in motion.
The beginning is always the hardest part, and without Mikoto's help, it would've been much more difficult for Kanzou to make his move on Kushina. At the very least, he would've needed to go through the trouble of crafting an elaborate plan.
"Thank you, Kan-sama," Mikoto whispered, genuinely moved by his words.
"You didn't sleep at all last night, right? Stay home and get some rest today," Kanzou instructed. "I'll head over to the Police Station."
"Um," Mikoto nodded, then shyly made a request. "But Kan-sama, before that… can we take a bath first, together?"
She wasn't just looking for a relaxing soak—what she truly wanted was to wash away the lingering scent of Kushina from Kanzou, and she wanted to do it herself, clean every nook and cranny.
The thought of Kushina's scent lingering on Kanzou for the entire day stirred uncontrollable jealousy in her heart.
Kanzou blinked, sensing Mikoto's jealousy, then gave a small nod.
"Very well, let's bathe together. I'll leave washing my body to you," he said with a smirk.
Without another word, he scooped Mikoto up in a princess carry and made his way toward the bath.
"Um, yes… that's what I want to do too," nodded Mikoto, wrapping her arms around his neck and beginning to kiss him.
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Wearing a towel around his waist, Kanzou entered the bathroom with Mikoto following close behind, who had a bath towel wrapped around her otherwise bare body.
"Kan-sama… please sit down. I'll turn on the heating for the bathtub," Mikoto said softly.
"Hmm." Kanzou hummed lightly as he went over to the side, turned the faucet, letting the cold water fill the buckets. He then unwrapped the towel from his waist, sat down on one of the two wooden stools, and draped the towel across his thighs.
Meanwhile, Mikoto went over to the bathtub and turned on the heater to let the water heat up before she returned to Kanzou's side.
The bucket was already filled, cold water sloshing softly as Mikoto knelt beside it. Dipping a small wooden ladle into the water, she looked up and informed Kanzou,
The bucket was already filled, cold water rippling softly as Mikoto knelt beside it. She dipped a small wooden ladle into the water, then glanced up at him. "Kan-sama… I'm going to pour it now. It might feel a little cold at first," she murmured.
Kanzou gave a slight nod. "It's alright."
Lifting the ladle, Mikoto tilted it gently over his head. Cool water spilled in a slow cascade, flowing through his hair, across his shoulders, down his back, and chest.
The initial chill on his warm body made him tense. A shiver rippled as his breath quickened, but as ladle after ladle cascaded over him, the cold soon faded, and he adjusted.
After ensuring that his body was wet enough, she set the ladle aside and reached out for the bottle of shampoo on the low shelf.
Mikoto poured a small amount of shampoo into her palm and rubbed her hands together until it foamed gently.
"Please close your eyes," she murmured. "It might sting."
"Hmm…" Kanzou complied with a nod, and Mikoto leaned in to begin working the lather into his damp hair.
Her fingers moved slowly at first, gliding through his strands with practiced ease, massaging his scalp in soft, deliberate circles, making the shff shff sound.
The faint scent of herbs drifted up with the foam, mingling with the warmth and humidity of the room.
Then she changed the rhythm, and used her nails as they grazed his scalp lightly with each motion, firm but gentle, just enough pressure to tease and soothe.
Kanzou let out a soft sigh, "Yeaah… That feels good and relaxing."
Encouraged by his soft sigh, Mikoto smiled to herself, pleased to see that expression, that subtle reaction that only she was allowed to draw from him. Not Kushina.
Wanting more of it, she shifted closer, her knees brushing against his outer thigh. The towel around her loosened slightly with the movement, but she didn't seem to notice — or perhaps she simply didn't care. Maybe it was even deliberate, an attempt to entice him through the warmth of skin against skin. Her fingers slipped lower, teasing along the nape of his neck, sliding through his soaked hair with lingering, deliberate softness.
When she was sure she had worked the shampoo through every strand, she leaned close, her breath warm against his ear, her breasts brushing lightly against his arm.
"I'll rinse now…" she whispered.
Scooping fresh water from the bucket, she poured it slowly over his head, watching as the foam dissolved into clean rivulets that traced down his temples, along his jawline, and over his chest.
"Alright… you can open your eyes now," Mikoto said softly and poured water over her own body, moistening it before reaching for the soap as Kanzou blinked and lifted his gaze toward her, watching her.
She rubbed the bar between her palms until a soft lather formed, then slowly brought it to her own skin. Foam spread along her arms, her thighs, her breasts, her buttocks, and across the gentle curve of her stomach until her body was slick and glistening under the soft steam that began filling the bathroom.
"Kan-sama… I'm going to wash your body now," she murmured.
"Alright," Kanzou replied with a nod.
Stepping closer, Mikoto pressed herself lightly against his broad back. Her soft, lathered skin met his scarred and rigid back as she reached her arms around him, one arm gliding across his chest, the other bracing gently against his shoulder for support. After positioning herself, she began sliding slowly against him, her soft breasts and toned stomach pressing into firm muscle, delicate contact layered with purpose.
Indeed, she was using her own body to scrub and wash him.
After all, this was the only proper way to cleanse her Danna-sama's body, the only way she could be absolutely certain that every last trace of Kushina's scent had been washed away.
And she had no qualms about using her own body to wash him; this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, after all.
Her breasts pressed firmly against his back and shoulders, squeezing and sliding with every subtle movement, making gentle soapy sound.
Slish! Slish!
The friction made her nipples stiffen from the stimulation, while her arms wrapped around him, gliding over his chest in long, languid strokes.
The bubbles between them smeared and shifted with each pass, faint crackles rising from the foam as she moved.
"Kan-sama… does it feel good?" she murmured softly, her voice trembling with a mix of devotion and desire, wanting to be sure she was doing it right.
"Yeah… hhmm~ keep going," Kanzou replied with a nod, closing his eyes to savour the sensation.
"Hai…" she nodded and moved her stomach left and right while letting her face rest briefly against the back of his neck. Her lips hovered just above his skin, heavy with the urge to kiss him, to lick the salt from his body, to sink her teeth into the dense muscle of his back—as if wanting to mark him as her man, her Danna-sama, her territory.
It must also be a warning to any other woman, whether Kushina or Hazuki, who might dare come close.
The thought alone sent a throb of heat between her thighs. She could feel herself growing wet… yet still, she held back.
She had no right. Kanzou hadn't given her permission to mark him—not yet.
Even though she wanted to… even though the need burned in her chest and pulsed through her body—she couldn't act on it without his permission.
So she did what she could. She leaned in and released a slow, warm breath against his nape, letting it glide across his skin, stimulating him in the only way she was allowed.
"Mhhh…" Kanzou exhaled again.
Mikoto smiled to herself. Encouraged, she began to move with more purpose now making the rhythmic sweeping sounds.
Swwp! Swwp!
Soon finished up with the back, "The back's all done… next your arms…"
"Go on…" replied Kanzou, raising his right arm in the air.
Mikoto rose to her feet and stepped to his side. Taking his muscular arm in both hands, she carefully adjusted her stance—positioning herself so that his arm rested snugly between her thighs. The warmth of her flesh enveloped his skin as she let out a soft, shaky breath, feeling his arm pressing her leaking vagina, then began to move—slow, deliberate glides back and forth.
Her slick folds and trimmed bush brushed along his arm, scrubbing him, while her leaking wetness smeared against the leather as if cleaning it.
She started from his shoulder, her buttocks almost grazing his hair, and went all the way down to his fingers, which brushed teasingly against her slit, and then went back up, repeating.
Shlp! Shlp!
Each pass sent sparks skittering up her spine, her clit throbbing against the ridge of his elbow as she moaned from her own movement, "Mmmhhnn~"
"Mikoto… weren't you supposed to be cleaning me? How come you're suddenly getting turned on?" Kanzou asked, one brow raised in teasing amusement.
Even as he asked that question, his own condition wasn't much better.
The sight of her flushed skin and the soft, slick brushes of her pussy against his arm, the way her asscheeks jiggled with her rocking… all of that had already stirred his arousal, and his cock stood firm beneath the towel covering his crotch.
If not for that bit of fabric, his state would've been plainly visible to Mikoto with just a glance at his crotch.
"I… It's because Kan-sama feels too good… I can't help it," she murmured breathlessly, then turned around so that she faced him. Biting her lower lip to suppress her moans, she tightened her thighs around his arm and kept moving, determined to carry on with her 'cleaning.'
"Fufu~ is that so?" Kanzou chuckled lowly, flexing his arm so the muscles swelled beneath her grip, pressing deliberately against her slick folds as wet sounds echoed louder.
Squelsh! Squelsh!
"Aaahnnn~!" Mikoto gasped, her legs trembling as a wave of pleasure rushed through her. Still, she didn't stop. She slid her hips along his arm again, down to his fingers, letting them brush her slit as she moved. She continued until she was certain that his arm was thoroughly cleaned of any trace of Kushina scent—only then did she shift to the other arm, repeating the ritual. She straddled it between her thighs, gliding forward and back, her breasts swaying with each motion as her wetness mixed with the soap and leather, coating everything in her scent.
After finishing with his arms, it was now time for his legs.
Releasing his arm, she lathered her body anew as foam cascaded down her curves like liquid temptation, and asked him softly, "Kan-sama… could you spread your legs for me?"
"Hm… sure…" Kanzou nodded, his voice low and rough with heat as he spread his legs apart.
Immediately, the towel that had been covering his crotch slipped aside, revealing his cock—fully erect and glistening with precum—as it sprang free into view.
Though the rising steam blurred the air, Mikoto could still see it clearly enough. Her eyes burned hot, fixed on that throbbing shaft. For a fleeting moment, she couldn't tear her gaze away; her throat tightened with hunger, and the urge to kneel before him, to take him into her mouth and serve him, nearly overpowered her.
She swallowed hard, feeling a bit unsteady.
But she resisted. This wasn't the time—she was still cleansing away Kushina's traces, and when washing one's danna-sama, there was a proper order to follow... She can't go for his cock just after finishing up with his back and arms… she has to wash his legs and chest before his cock!
So, even as her mouth watered, Mikoto forced her gaze away and crouched down, straddling one of his legs and enveloping it between her thighs, her back facing him. Slowly, she began to rock forward and back, her soapy folds gliding along his skin in languid, deliberate strokes—just as she had done with his arms.
Squelch! Squelch!
Wet sound echoed each time her clit brushed against his knee or the ridge of his shin, and a soft gasp escaped her lips with heat pooling low in her belly. At the same time, her hands busied themselves with cleaning every digit of his toes, even tracing the very tips before gliding back up along his leg to his thigh—where the movement of her ass brushed against his cock, making it twitch and leak precum that slid down its veiny length.
"Fufu~ Mikoto… you're putting on quite the show for me, hm?" Kanzou teased.
The way her soapy buttocks moved—slow, rhythmic, gliding—urged him to slide his cock between them and hotdog her right then and there. It's a pity that she was busy cleaning up his legs, so he temporarily settled for the next best thing: leaning forward slightly, he reached out with his slick hands and began giving her ass firm, deliberate squeezes.
"Mmm~ I… I am glad you are enjoying this, Kan-sama," Mikoto moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure at the feel of his hands kneading her buttocks, but she didn't stop and continued to rock herself front and back.
Once she finished with one leg, she switched to the other, her slick thighs sliding over his skin until both legs gleamed with soap and her own arousal, erasing every trace of Kushina's scent.
It didn't take her long to be done with the legs, and once completed, she looked back over her shoulder, her voice trembling as she said breathlessly, "Th-the legs… aaahnn… they're done, Kan-samaaa~"
"Indeed, they are…" Kanzou murmured, his lips curling into a smile as his soapy middle finger kept circling lazily around her tight little asshole.
"Next… It's the chest and front…" Mikoto murmured, biting her lip as her body trembled from the teasing circles he drew over her butthole.
"Indeed, it is…" Kanzou replied smoothly, pressing a bit harder. His soapy finger pried her tight little ring open before sliding in, slow but unrelenting.
"Ahhhhnnn~!" Mikoto cried out, her body arching as the intrusion sent a jolt up her spine. She nearly lost her balance, barely managing to steady herself while holding onto his feet, before stammering, "Th-then… I'll get on with it…"
"Sure… get on with it," Kanzou said casually, not stopping her in the slightest. His finger, however, kept moving, curling, closing, and opening, pushing deeper, like a worm, penetrating her anal canal until it was nearly buried to the base.
But Mikoto's body couldn't keep up. Her thighs quivered violently, her face flushed crimson as she whimpered, "K-Kan-sama… c-could you… um… pull your finger out? I… I can't move otherwise…"
"Hm? Oh? Yeah, alright…" Kanzou nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips as he drew his finger out in one smooth, quick pull.
The sudden emptiness from his swift withdrawal made her shiver violently, her whole body trembling as her legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees, her slit slamming on his shin as a breathy moan escaped her lips. "O-Ohhhhnnn~"
"You alright?" Kanzou asked, amusement flickering in his tone as his eyes trailed down to her twitching asshole, watching it pucker helplessly from the loss of his finger.
"Y-yeah…" she whimpered softly, pushing herself up on trembling legs.
After lathering herself for the third time, she stepped between his spread legs and murmured, "Th-then… I'm beginning…"
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[Note: Lemon Chapter 36.1: Mikoto's Punishment I & Chapter 36.2: Mikoto's Punishment II are also uploaded. Be sure to check that out. They are, of course, lemon.]
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