Time rewound to before Kushina arrived…
Shiki looked down calmly at Uchiha Mikoto as she nervously fumbled with the sash of his kimono, trying to loosen it.
He made no move to stop her.
Mikoto's hands trembled badly.
Perhaps because she was too nervous, her fingers kept slipping against the fabric no matter how hard she tried to stay composed.
After several clumsy attempts, she finally managed to pull the sash free.
The loosened robe fell open slightly
And the beast beneath it swung forward heavily.
Smack.
The impact brushed roughly against her cheek, instantly stunning her where she knelt.
"…!"
A wave of heat spread from the hot rod across her face almost immediately.
Mikoto's cheeks flushed bright red as her entire body shivered instinctively, forcing her to lean back slightly in panic and embarrassment.
Only then did she truly see it.
The sheer size of him cast a shadow across her face, making Mikoto's breath hitch instinctively.
For a brief moment, it felt almost oppressive—like standing before some dangerous beast ready to bare its fangs at her.
The pressure alone made her lower body tense unconsciously.
"…!"
Mikoto flinched slightly, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
But when she looked up...
Shiki's expression remained calm and unreadable. Those golden eyes narrowed faintly as he looked down at her flustered state without saying a word.
Realizing she had frozen in place, Mikoto swallowed nervously.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face.
Then, gathering her courage, she slowly moved closer once more and extended her trembling hand toward him to grasp the towering hope.
Holding it carefully with both hands, Mikoto immediately felt the intense heat and weight resting against her palms.
The firm veins running along its length twitched faintly beneath her touch, and the sheer thickness alone made her breath grow uneven.
"…Ah…"
Her fingers trembled instinctively.
It was hard.
Far harder and larger than anything she had ever imagined.
A faint sense of fear crept into her chest.
For the first time in her life, Uchiha Mikoto realized the difference between men could truly be this overwhelming.
The size alone made her feel slightly intimidated, as though she were holding something far beyond what she had prepared herself for.
Her lips parted slightly as she lowered her gaze, cheeks burning red all the way to her ears while she struggled to steady her breathing.
Shiki looked down at Mikoto's visibly flustered appearance and briefly fell into thought.
Honestly, even without all of this, he would not have cared enough to go after the remaining Uchiha.
That did not mean he had suddenly forgiven everything the clan had done.
But Shiki had never been the type to punish an entire group for crimes they had not personally committed.
Otherwise…
What difference would there be between him and people like Itachi in the future?
Killing one's own clan simply because they might become dangerous someday
To Shiki, that kind of thinking was absurdly cowardly.
Potential was only potential.
Nothing more.
Yes, Uchiha Itachi possessed talent far beyond ordinary people. The boy would likely awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan someday.
But… so what?
In Shiki's eyes, the difference between a genius and an ordinary person meant very little once the gap in power became too absolute.
At best, Itachi was merely a fresher fish lying on the chopping board compared to the others.
Still a fish nonetheless.
Because of that, Mikoto truly did not need to push herself this far just to earn his favor or fear that he might harm her and Itachi afterward.
Unfortunately…
It seemed the woman herself did not believe that.
He also understood that what Mikoto wanted was more than simple forgiveness.
Slowly, hesitantly, she parted her soft red lips and leaned closer, taking his big tip inside her mouth. Her movements were filled with visible nervousness as she forced herself not to retreat halfway through.
Those trembling eyes avoided meeting his directly.
Shiki watched her quietly, already understanding the reason behind all of this.
Mikoto was not merely trying to calm his anger.
She wanted protection.
Ever since Fugaku's death and the Uchiha clan's collapse in standing, both she and Itachi had become isolated within the compound.
The same people who had once respected Fugaku's family had begun circling like vultures.
A widow and a gifted child without a protector were easy targets in the shinobi world.
And now…
Mikoto was placing her hopes on him instead.
Normally, Shiki would not have bothered involving himself in matters like this.
The shinobi world was filled with tragedies, betrayals, widows, and orphans. If he chose to interfere every single time, he would never know peace again.
Not to mention, he had faced the same situation before.
Back then, he had not allowed that girl to go through with it.
That girl was Nohara Rin.
But this time was different.
Shiki admitted to himself that he was only human.
And humans held grudges.
The pleasant sensations around his dick pulled Shiki's attention back to the present.
Looking down, he saw Mikoto's soft, warm lips stretched tightly around the thick head of his cock, her mouth already struggling to accommodate even just the tip. Her inexperienced tongue pressed awkwardly against the underside, twitching nervously as she tried to figure out what to do next.
She had never done this for Fugaku.
Not even once...
Their marital intimacy had always been straightforward—missionary, dutiful, and over quickly. The idea of taking him into her mouth had never even crossed her mind. Now, faced with something far larger and more imposing, Mikoto felt completely out of her depth.
She pushed forward slowly, her trembling lips sliding down another inch. The heavy weight on her tongue made her cheeks hollow slightly as she sucked instinctively, producing a wet, audible
Slurp, Slurp, Slurp...
"Mmm… nngh…"
The sound embarrassed her instantly. Her eyes widened, and she pulled back a little too quickly, causing a thick string of saliva to stretch from her lower lip to the glistening tip. It broke messily, dripping down her chin onto the front of her bridal dress.
"Ah… I-I'm sorry…" she whispered, voice hoarse and shaky, refusing to look up at him.
Shiki said nothing, simply watching with that same calm expression.
Encouraged only by her own desperate resolve, Mikoto leaned in again. This time she tried to take more, her soft red lips gliding up and down the upper half of his shaft in clumsy, uneven strokes. Her movements lacked rhythm—she would go down too fast, then hesitate and pull back too slowly, her tongue pressing flat and unsure against the throbbing veins.
Slurp… gluck… slurp…
Obscene, wet noises filled the room as her inexperienced mouth worked him. Drool quickly began to spill from the corners of her stretched lips, running in shiny rivulets down her chin and onto her neck. She tried to swallow some of it, but that only made her gag softly when the tip nudged the back of her tongue.
"Hnng!"
Her eyes watered. She pulled back again, gasping for air, a thick strand of mixed saliva and precum dangling from her swollen lower lip before it fell messily onto her heaving chest. Her face was burning crimson with humiliation.
"I… I've never… done it like this…" she admitted in a tiny, mortified voice, barely above a whisper. "Please… bear with me…"
Still, she didn't stop.
Mikoto wrapped both hands around the thick base to steady herself and leaned forward once more. Her soft lips slid up and down with renewed but clumsy determination, making loud, sloppy sucking sounds each time she bobbed her head.
Drool poured freely now, coating his entire length and dripping messily onto the floor between her knees. Her dark hair fell forward, some strands sticking to her wet chin and cheeks.
Every few strokes she would try something different—swirling her tongue awkwardly around the head, sucking harder than necessary, or trying to take him deeper only to choke and retreat with tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
The mess was undeniable.
Mikoto looked up at him through teary lashes, her stretched lips still wrapped around his thick shaft, silently pleading for some sign of approval even as she continued making a complete, drooling mess of herself.
But Shiki's patience began to wear thin, his hand finally moved, resting gently on the back of her head.
Mikoto's efforts, while earnest and adorably clumsy, were too slow and disorganized to satisfy the growing heat in his veins. Her soft lips kept slipping, her tongue moved without rhythm, and the constant drooling mess—though visually arousing made the sensation feel more teasing than fulfilling.
With a low, impatient exhale, Shiki's fingers tightened slightly in her dark hair.
He thrust his hips forward.
"Nngh?!"
Mikoto's eyes flew wide open in sudden panic as the thick cock pushed deeper into her mouth without warning. The heavy shaft slid across her tongue and bumped against the entrance of her throat, forcing her to gag violently. Her hands flew up to clutch at his thighs, fingers digging in as she made a wet, choking sound.
Gluck!
Tears instantly spilled down her flushed cheeks.
Her throat convulsed around the intruding tip, drool exploding messily from the corners of her stretched lips and splattering onto her chest.
She looked terrified for a brief moment, eyes trembling with fear as she struggled to breathe around his size.
Shiki held himself there for a second longer, savoring the tight, spasming heat of her throat, before pulling back enough for her to gasp desperately for air. Thick strands of saliva connected her gasping lips to his glistening cock.
"Enough," he said calmly, voice low and commanding. "Turn around on the bed. Lie there with your back to me."
Mikoto coughed softly, wiping her messy chin with the back of her hand. Her face was burning with embarrassment and lingering fear, but she didn't dare hesitate. Nodding shakily, she climbed onto the bed on all fours before lowering herself down obediently.
She turned as instructed, lying on her stomach with her back facing him. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, knuckles whitening. Slowly, almost shyly, she arched her lower back and pushed her hips upward, presenting her soft, plump butt to him.
The thin bridal dress she still wore clung perfectly to her mature figure, the fabric stretched taut over the generous swell of her wide hips and full, voluptuous ass. Her long, dark black-blue hair spilled across her back and pooled slightly against the curve of her buttocks, the silky strands contrasting beautifully with the pale skin peeking through the slightly disheveled robe.
The material had ridden up, clearly outlining the deep valley between her cheeks—her plump ass crack partially visible, the soft, heavy globes jiggling slightly with every nervous shift of her body.
Shiki approached from behind.
Mikoto gulped audibly, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She could feel the heat of his presence drawing closer, the mattress dipping under his weight. Her body reacted instinctively—betraying her completely.
A hot trickle of her own arousal leaked from between her thighs without control, dripping slowly down her inner leg. Her untouched pussy clenched and fluttered visibly, the puffy pink folds opening and closing in nervous little spasms, glistening with wetness as if silently inviting him.
The sight was shamelessly lewd, her mature body responding with raw, involuntary desire despite the fear and embarrassment burning through her.
Her fingers twisted harder into the bedsheets.
She buried her flushed face into the pillow, biting her lip as she waited, ass raised submissively toward him, her voluptuous curves trembling slightly in anticipation and guilt.
The more she behaved like this, the guiltier she felt toward her late husband, Fugaku.
Shiki's large hands reached out and gently cupped Mikoto's plump, soft ass cheeks from behind. His fingers sank slowly into the warm, yielding flesh, kneading and fondling her generously with deliberate care.
The voluptuous globes felt incredibly soft and heavy in his palms, overflowing slightly between his fingers as he massaged them.
Mikoto let out a shaky breath, her body gradually relaxing under the gentle touch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as the warmth of his hands eased some of her tension.
Then...
PAH!
A sharp, resounding slap echoed through the room as Shiki's palm struck hard against her right ass cheek without warning.
"Kyaa?!"
Mikoto's entire body jolted violently. Her soft, fat ass rippled and jiggled intensely from the impact, the pale white flesh turning a bright pink almost instantly. The force made her cheeks shake and bounce from side to side lewdly, the recoil traveling through her wide hips.
Before she could even process the sting, Shiki grabbed the hem of her bridal kimono and yanked it upward. He didn't remove the dress completely — he simply bunched it around her waist, fully exposing her large, round, snow-white ass while the rest of the elegant fabric still clung to her upper body and thighs.
The cool air kissed her bare skin. Mikoto's heart raced wildly.
Shiki positioned himself closer. The thick, burning-hot head of his massive cock pressed firmly against her dripping pussy lips, parting the slick, puffy folds. He rubbed it up and down once, coating himself in her leaking juices.
Then, without any further warning...
THRUST!
He drove forward with one powerful, merciless motion.
"———!!!!"
Mikoto's eyes shot wide open in pure shock. Her mouth fell agape, tongue lolling out helplessly as a silent scream caught in her throat. The enormous girth brutally stretched her tight walls in a single stroke, forcing its way deep inside her until the fat head slammed directly against and then pushed into her womb.
"Aaahhhhh~!!"
The overwhelming size was nothing like anything she had ever felt with Fugaku. Shiki's cock was monstrously thick and long, completely reshaping her insides as it claimed her. Her pussy clenched desperately around the invading shaft, fluttering and spasming uncontrollably from the sudden, violent intrusion.
Tears instantly spilled from the corners of her eyes. Her tongue hung out lewdly, drool beginning to drip from it onto the pillow as her body trembled violently. The bulge in her lower belly was visible... a clear, obscene outline of his massive length stretching her womb.
"Haa… haa… t-too big…!" she whimpered brokenly, voice hoarse and shaking. "It's… it's reaching so deep… ahhn…!"
Her fingers clawed desperately at the bedsheets, body quivering as her pussy continued to leak profusely around his cock, juices dripping down her thighs. The mixture of pain, shock, and overwhelming pleasure left her mind completely blank for several long seconds.
Shiki remained buried to the hilt inside her, savoring the way her mature, tight pussy convulsively squeezed around him.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he began to pull back.
The thick shaft dragged heavily against her sensitive inner walls, inch by inch, stretching her again on the way out. Mikoto's breath hitched, a soft, broken whimper escaping her lips as she felt every vein and ridge scraping inside her.
Just as the fat head was about to slip free from her pussy
He pushed back in with one smooth, powerful stroke.
"Ah?!"
Mikoto's entire body suddenly seized up. Her eyes widened dramatically, pupils shrinking as a violent shiver ran through her from head to toe.
Her soft, plump ass cheeks quivered uncontrollably, and her back arched sharply, pressing her face deeper into the pillow.
"Haaahhh~!! N-no… wait… ahhn!!"
A powerful orgasm crashed through her without any warning.
Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock like a vice, spasming wildly as hot juices gushed out around his shaft. Clear, slick fluid squirted messily from where they were joined, spraying onto his thighs and dripping down her trembling legs in embarrassing amounts.
Her mature body shook all over, thighs quivering, toes curling tightly, fingers clawing desperately at the bedsheets.
Mikoto's tongue lolled out again, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as her mind went completely blank for several long seconds.
"W-what… what is… this…?" she gasped stupidly, voice high-pitched and flustered, sounding nothing like the dignified Uchiha matriarch she usually was. 'I-I'm… I'm cumming…? But… but how…? Just from… one thrust…?'
Shiki could feel her womb kissing and sucking greedily against his tip with every pulse of her orgasm, her body completely surrendering to the pleasure.
Mikoto let out a cute, whimpering sob of embarrassment, mumbling almost childishly into the pillow:
"…So embarrassing… I came so easily… like some inexperienced girl…"
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