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SPURT… SPURT… SPURT…
Thick spurts flooded her mouth, hot and salty, filling every corner until the taste seemed to coat her entirely. The texture was slick and heavy, gooey enough to make her feel filthy, repulsed by the sensation, 'D-disgusting…!'
As more and more spurts followed, pressure built behind her cheeks, making them swell uncomfortably.
Panic surged through Mikoto as revulsion twisted her stomach. Her throat worked instinctively, her body trying to swallow it down, trying to relieve the pressure stretching her cheeks.
'N-no…' she thought desperately, fighting the body's instinct to swallow.
'I… I have to let it out,' She loosened her lips instead, wanting to let it all spill from her mouth as she tried releasing his penis from her mouth.
But Kanzou held her head firmly, keeping her pressed in place and his cock trapped in her mouth, making it impossible for her to pull away. A few drops leaked out as she tried to loosen her lips around him, but it wasn't enough; her cheeks remained painfully swollen.
And then… her own climax crashed over her.
'Cu-cumming…!' she screamed silently as her thoughts dissolved into a blinding haze. Her body slipped beyond her control, and she clamped her lips tightly around him, trapping everything in and drawing even more from him in helpless reflex.
At the same time, her throat betrayed her. As tremors seized her frame, it relaxed involuntarily, and she swallowed in unthinking gulps, the act driven by instinct amid the overwhelming surge of sensation.
Gulp… gulp…
Juices sprayed from her body in forceful arcs, splashing onto the wooden floor and pooling slickly beneath her knees.
Gush… gush…
Her entire form quaked, thighs clenching as wave after wave tore through her.
At the same time, more bursts filled her mouth as Kanzou groaned hoarsely, "Gaaahhhh… damn it… cumming in your mouth… i-it feels so damn good…!"
Spurt… spurt…
"Hnnn…" she whimpered helplessly as her throat gulped again, swallowing until her stomach felt heavy.
Gulp… gulp…
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she was too lost in sensation to fully grasp what she was doing, as her body continued to gulp on instinct.
Soon, the intensity ebbed for both of them, leaving them suspended in a brief, hazy weakness.
"Haah… haah…" Kanzou breathed heavily. He no longer had the strength to keep her pressed in place; his grip on her head loosened, and his cock began to soften.
Mikoto's fourth climax left her even more drained, her body trembling with exhaustion.
She didn't lose consciousness this time, but her strength failed her completely, and she slumped against his thighs. The aftershocks kept her weak and shaking, her breathing harsh and uneven as she exhaled through her nose against his length. "Hnnffff… hnfff…"
At the same time, her lips slackened around him. Combined with the softening of his cock, it slipped free from her mouth with a wet sound.
Schlop…
As his semi-erect cock slipped free from her mouth, strands of saliva and fluid clung to it before trailing down. More leaked from her lips, staining her chin and dripping onto her heaving breasts.
But she seemed too exhausted to notice. Slumped against his thighs, she remained where she was, her head resting beside his softened length, her nose only inches away as the lingering scent filled her senses.
For a long while, neither of them moved. They simply breathed, caught in the haze after the peak, slowly recovering from the aftershocks that still rippled through their bodies.
Eventually, Kanzou recovered as his strength returned. Even then, he didn't rush into anything else. Instead, he remained seated, idly caressing her head while finishing his meal. It didn't take long—he had already eaten most of it earlier—and soon he was done.
As he finished, reality sharpened for Mikoto.
'This is…'
Her eyes slowly refocused, and she became aware of his cock resting barely an inch from her nose, its musky scent invading her senses and making her nose twitch.
Then she noticed it, the thick, lingering warmth coating her tongue, the unmistakable residue that had slid down her throat in heavy gulps.
'I… I… I had… s-swallowed—'
Her thoughts spiralled as tremors returned, not from pleasure this time, but from shame.
'—K-Kanzou-sama's… s-semen!!!!'
The realisation struck hard: she had swallowed it. She hadn't meant to; her body had acted on reflex at the moment of her orgasm, but now that her mind was clear, revulsion flooded in.
Her hands flew from his thighs to her mouth, eyes widening in horror as the weight of what she'd done finally sank in.
A sudden wave of nausea surged up her stomach.
"I… I need to—"
The words failed her. Panic flickered across her face as she pushed herself up on unsteady, trembling legs, breath coming shallow and uneven.
"K-Kanzou-sama…" she asked, voice strained, "w-where is the washroom…?"
"The washroom?" Kanzou tilted his head slightly, "Do you need to relieve yourself?"
"N-no— I…" Her voice cracked. The colour drained from her face as she abruptly covered her mouth, fighting back the violent urge rising in her throat. "I… I feel nauseous… I—I think I'm about to—"
Her sentence dissolved into a sharp inhale as she struggled to keep down what threatened to come back up.
"Vomit?" Kanzou repeated, narrowing his eyes.
She nodded desperately, urging him to answer quickly.
He hesitated, studying her as if to see whether she was pretending. But her panic looked genuine. At last, he relented. "It's on the right side of the corridor, past three sliding doors. You'll see it."
The moment he finished speaking, she bolted. She slid open the dining room door and hurried out.
Kanzou paused for a beat, then set his chopsticks down and followed after her.
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Inside the washroom, Mikoto dropped to her knees beside the toilet and retched violently. "Blerrgghh…"
All the semen she had swallowed earlier came up, mixed with the remnants of the food she had eaten before.
Koff… koff… bleerghhhh…
After emptying out her gut, she drew in short, uneven breaths, "Haah… haaah…"
Tears stung her eyes as they threatened to spill. She tried to hold them back; she didn't want to cry.
Then she felt a hand against her bare back, gently patting her.
Startled, she looked over her shoulder and saw Kanzou kneeling behind her, his hand steady and unhurried. "Kanzou-sama…"
"It's okay," he said lightly.
At that, the tears she had been fighting finally broke free, spilling down her cheeks. "Hic…"
'W-why am I…?' she thought silently, not even sure what she was asking. She didn't understand why she was crying anymore; she just was.
'Haa… this is why women are so troublesome…' he thought with a quiet sigh as he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her.
Held tightly against him, she broke down even further, her sobs growing desperate as she clung to him and cried out his name. "Kanzou-sama… woo…"
"It's okay… I'm here," he murmured against her ear, tightening his hold as he lifted her up and made her sit on the side cupboard and patted her back…
She hugged him back just as tightly, desperate and clingy, looping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder as she continued to cry. "Wooo… woooo…"
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A few minutes later…
"Are you feeling better now…?" Kanzou asked softly, whispering into her ear.
"Mm… yes…" she replied, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. The contact seemed to soothe her, easing her breathing a little.
"Then why did you start crying?" he asked, still unsure himself. She had come to vomit, but somehow, it had turned into tears as well.
"I… I don't know," she admitted quietly, guilt creeping into her voice. She truly didn't understand it herself. Perhaps it was because she had swallowed his semen when she hadn't meant to, because it made her feel degraded, stripped of control, and her emotions had simply spilled over.
"You even ended up vomiting my semen…" he said, his tone clearly displeased.
She noticed it immediately. Her body tensed as she looked up at him, trembling. "S-shouldn't I have?"
"Obviously not," he replied flatly. "When I ejaculate inside your mouth, you drink my cum, swallow it down into your stomach."
As he spoke, he reached up and tucked the sidelock of hair on her right cheek behind her ear, and added, "You treat it as the most delicious delicacy in the world. It doesn't matter whether you like the taste or not; this is how you're supposed to treat my semen. That's what you need to tell yourself."
He knew it was her first time swallowing cum, and vomiting afterward wasn't unusual. Vomiting during sex wasn't unheard of either. Still, that knowledge didn't make him feel any better about it. Whether it had been within her control or not, his displeasure remained.
"This…" She stared at him, stunned. 'The most delicious delicacy in the world…?' For a moment, she didn't even know how to respond.
"Or is it that you don't want to?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"N-no… I-I'll try my best next time…" she replied quickly, not wanting to anger him.
"You'd better," he said with a nod, accepting her answer. "I don't like being disappointed." Then he added, "Now… clean yourself up, and let's go to sleep," before pulling away and turning to leave, clearly no longer in the mood to continue.
But before he could go, she stopped him, tugging lightly at his T-shirt. "Kanzou-sama…"
"What is it?" he asked, pausing as he turned back to her.
"W-we haven't… done it yet…" she said, her face flushing.
After all, up to this point, they had only engaged in foreplay and teasing; actual sex, aka vaginal penetration, hadn't happened at all.
He shrugged. "Can't be helped. The mood's ruined."
After everything, vomiting, crying, the emotional spiral, it was obvious he was no longer in the mood. Even his cock had gone slack, the earlier erection completely gone.
Mikoto bit her lip. She didn't want the night to end like this, cut off halfway. She had come prepared for far more, for a thorough ravaging, and stopping now felt unsatisfactory. Even if she understood that things turning out this way was, in part, her fault, she still didn't want it to end.
'I… I can't believe I'm doing this…' she thought, heat creeping into her face.
Slowly, shyly, she parted her legs, showing her red and somewhat swollen vagina that was still aching, still leaking faint traces of juices. Unable to meet his eyes, she spoke in a small, flushed voice, "I… I am still aching down here…"
Then, hesitating, she added, "And… I remember you don't usually feel satisfied with just one orgasm… s-so… that means you aren't satisfied either… r-right…?"
Her intent was obvious; she wanted more.
Noticing her intent, he smirked playfully. "Hmm… well, well… what's this? The graceful, reserved Mikoto-san asking for more sex? That's quite surprising…"
Mikoto pouted. "P-please don't make fun of me…"
It wasn't only a lingering desire that made her want more. More than that, she wanted to devote herself to him, to surrender completely, to show her resolve not just with words, but through her actions. That was why she had asked.
After being coerced into sleeping with him twice already, she understood what kind of man he was. He wasn't someone who felt satisfied after just one time. Naturally, that meant he wasn't satisfied yet, and she wanted to be the one to satisfy him.
Of course, her own desire still lingered, but that felt secondary now.
'I… I need to satisfy Kanzou-sama before I bring up marriage…' she thought to herself.
"Fufu… you don't want me to tease you?" he said lightly. "Very well, I suppose I won't. After all, you belong to me." Then he added, "As for having more… since you want it, we can continue. But as you can see…" He gestured casually. "I've already lost my erection. You'll have to make me hard again."
"Umm…" She didn't deny it, rather agreed to take the responsibility of making him hard again.
"Alright then," he said, patting her cheek. "Wash your mouth, and then we'll go back to the… activity you're asking for."
Flushed, she protested softly, "C-could you not say it so crudely…?"
She really preferred he not speak about it in such blunt, vulgar terms.
"Oh?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Then how would you like me to say it, Mikoto-san?" He rattled off alternatives in quick succession. "Shagging? Screwing? Copulating? Mating? Procreating? Bonking? Hanky-panky? Coupling? Banging?"
It wasn't as if he intended to change how he spoke, but he was curious to hear her preference.
"L-love making…?" she suggested hesitantly. "I-isn't that better…?"
"Love making?" Kanzou blinked in surprise. "Isn't that something people use when they're lovers?" He leaned closer, studying her expression. "Are we lovers?" Then, with a faint smile, he questioned, "Or is it that… Mikoto-san… you've fallen in love with me?"
"This…" She faltered, unable to answer.
Had she fallen in love with him? Her feelings were tangled, secret admiration, longing, and desire woven together with resentment, anger, and the bitterness of being violated.
Although she intends to surrender herself to him… that doesn't mean she is able to untangle her feelings and emotions towards him.
Since she herself couldn't untangle them… how could she put them into words?
Seeing her hesitation, he wasn't surprised. Nor did he seem offended or angry. Instead, he remained calm, as if this reaction was exactly what he had expected. He nodded lightly. "Obviously, you can't give me an answer right now. So let's forget about using something as specific as 'love making.' As for what word we use, that's irrelevant." His tone turned practical. "What matters is what we're going to do. If you want me to fuck you, then don't worry about labels. Just wash your mouth and come back quickly; otherwise, I'll simply go to sleep."
"I… I see…" she replied softly, though her thoughts continued to churn.
Even so, she slid off the counter on unsteady legs, flushed the toilet, realising belatedly that she hadn't done so earlier, and began rinsing her mouth. Then she paused. No… not just her mouth. She reached to wash her face as well.
When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she understood why. Her makeup was ruined, mascara streaked darkly down her cheeks from tears, lipstick smeared around her mouth. It would be better to wash it all away.
Before she could, Kanzou stopped her. "Only wash your mouth. Nothing else," he said. "As for the makeup, leave it."
"B-but it's obviously—" she tried to protest, wanting to say it would be better to remove it.
He cut her off. "I like the way you look right now, Mikoto-san."
She looked like a woman in ruin, falling, breaking, and he liked it. After all, he was the one causing her to fall, the one breaking her piece by piece.
He wanted her to remain like that as he fucks her.
Hearing his words, her heart ached even more because she understood his thoughts all too well.
Still, she didn't argue. She only nodded. After rinsing her mouth, washing away the lingering traces of semen and vomit, she stepped close and wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against the very man who was breaking her.
"Let's go, Kanzou-sama…" she said softly, not caring at all.
"Hmm…"
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Back at the Dining Room
Chu… chu…
"I-it's done, Kanzou-sama…" Mikoto murmured between kisses, feeling him grow fully hard in her palms after the strokes she'd given him.
"Hmm… and your pussy's ready too," he replied, breaking the kiss and withdrawing his finger. "Well then… let's move on."
"Hnnn… hai… p-please…" she nodded in a breathy voice as she felt her juices leaking from her vagina, and trailing down her thighs before dripping onto the floor. She was really aching to be filled and even wanted to hurry it up.
"Then hold onto the table and stick out your ass," he said, squeezing her cheek. "I'll fuck you from behind."
But she didn't move. Instead, she clutched the edge of his T-shirt. Her face flushed, hesitation clear as she gathered her courage. "T-that… Kanzou-sama," she asked softly, "m-may I… um… may I take the lead?"
He blinked. Taking her chin in his hand, he lifted her face to meet his gaze. "You want to take the lead?" he asked.
Avoiding his eyes, she nodded. "I… I wanted t-to serve y-you… s-so—"
"So you want to take the lead?" he finished for her.
"Umm…" She nodded again, uncertainty flickering across her face. She wasn't sure he would allow it. He was clearly a dominant man, someone who rarely relinquished control, but she still wanted to try. After all, she truly wished to serve him.
"Fufu… Mikoto-san wants to lead," he said, amused. "That is interesting. Very well, it's up to you. Take the lead." His smile curved slightly. "How would you like to fuck me, hm?"
She hadn't expected him to agree. The surprise bloomed into quiet happiness, and her voice grew more eager as she answered, "T-then… please sit here… on this chair, and s-spread your legs…"
He followed her instructions and sat down, spreading his legs. His cock stood prominently before her, fully exposed and demanding attention.
She bit her lip as she looked at it, a flicker of fear tightening in her chest. Taking the lead with something so large made her nervous. Even though she knew she could handle it, having already taken him twice, doubt still crept in, and for a moment she wondered if she should have left everything in Kanzou's hands after all.
'No… I can't back out now…'
Steeling herself, she gathered her courage, hooked her fingers into her panties, and pulled them down, stepping out of them. Then she began to remove her Kimono as well.
"Keep the kimono," he stopped her, lazily stroking himself. "It's sexier this way."
In her current state, the kimono barely covered her. Her breasts, shoulders, stomach, vagina, and thighs… all of them were openly on display. It served little purpose beyond decoration now, but that only made her look more erotic, more enticing. The state of the kimono when combined with the ruined state of her makeup… she looked as though she had been violated… and it excited her.
Hearing his order, she paused and didn't release the knot of her Obi and just stepped towards him, stopping between his legs… As she looked down, their eyes met as she noticed his lazy smirk… instantly, she felt too ashamed… and hurriedly turned around in her position… facing away from him…
At first, she had wanted to face him, meet his eyes as they moved together. But she quickly realised she didn't yet have the courage for that. Instead, she looked away.
She steadied herself with one hand braced on his thigh, while the other reached back to lift her kimono, exposing her buttocks to his gaze. Then, with a hesitant breath, and lowered herself onto his lap.
As she lowered herself, her buttocks brushed against his cock. Now she needed to align herself properly so he would enter her and nowhere else, but both her hands were already occupied.
"Let me help," Kanzou said.
She whimpered softly and nodded gratefully as he guided himself into position. At the same time, he used his other hand to part her pussy lips, "Alright, Mikoto-san… you can lower yourself now."
"Mm…" she nodded and carefully sank further and soon felt the heated head of his penis brush against her slick folds.
The warmth radiating from him made her shiver as she hovered just above him. Doubt flickered for a heartbeat, but resolve won out, and she pushed herself down.
Schlick…
The tip parted her folds, stretching them painfully as it slid in slowly through her wetness, as she kept lowering herself.
"Hnnn… K-Kanzou-sama… i-it's… so big…" She gasped as the burn and overwhelming fullness spread, his length entering her inch by inch.
"Fufu… take it all, Mikoto-san," he murmured. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her and helping her lower herself so she wouldn't slip. He could feel her legs trembling, and was worried she might give out halfway.
Still, he only guided her; he didn't thrust, leaving the pace entirely to her. "Show me how much you want to ride my cock."
"H-haii…" She nodded, biting her lip as she sank lower even when the veins of his penis pressed insistently against the inner walls of her vagina, stretching her tight.
Halfway down, the pressure spiked sharply as she felt her cervix being pushed back by his penis, but she breathed through it. "Huff… huff…"
She continued until her hips finally met his thighs.
Schlop…
Fully seated, she froze for a moment, trembling as she caught her breath. "Haaah… haaah…"
She could feel herself completely filled, stretched to the point of pain as her body pulsed and throbbed around him. When the head of his cock pressed directly against her deepest point, a soft whine slipped from her lips, and her eyes rolled back.
"A-ahhnn… Kanzou-sama… y-your penis… it's inside me… c-completely… completely…"
"That's true," he murmured, a note of surprise threading through his praise. "I didn't expect you to manage it. Good job, Mikoto-san…" He whispered the words into her ear and patted her head.
The simple gesture made her smile, as if she truly had done something worthy of approval.
For the moment, he didn't urge her to move. It was obvious she needed time to adjust. Her body was still quivering from the stretch, and her breath was very uneven and ragged.
So, instead, he reached out and pressed a hand against her hip, where a distinct bulge had formed. His fingers traced it slowly as he said, "Look… that's my cock inside you. It's made a bulge here."
"Hannn… Kanzou-sama's penis… this is your penis inside my vagina…" she murmured. Letting go of the hem of her kimono, she pressed her own hand to the same spot, feeling the shape beneath her palm.
The sensation made her even more flustered. Now she wasn't just aware of him inside her; she could feel him from the outside as well.
"Fufu… how does it feel, being filled by me?" he asked softly.
"T-too… haahn… It's overwhelming…" she admitted. She truly was; the pain from the stretch made her entire body tremble.
This was only the third time she had been penetrated in the vagina, and this position—the reverse cowgirl—made it worse. Sitting fully on him allowed his penis to press deeply against her cervix without effort. The constant contact made the sensation intense and painful.
"Let me help you relax," he said, pressing his fingers on her bush and traced slow, soothing circles, coaxing her pussy walls to ease their tension.
Now and then, his fingers also drifted higher, grazing her sensitive clit and sending shivers through her and making her moan, "Haaan… n-not my… aaahnnn…"
His other hand moved to her breast, squeezing and moulding the soft flesh in various obscene shapes and teasing her areolas and nipples until her breathing grew uneven.
Within moments, the sharp edge of pain began to fade, slowly overridden by rising pleasurable sensation as her body adjusted.
As her moans grew more pronounced, Kanzou sensed she was ready and asked softly, "Can you move now…?"
"H-hai…" she nodded, placing her hands on his thighs for support.
"Alright, then… move… It's okay if you want to start slowly," he said, giving her nipples a light pinch.
"Hmmm…" humming in acknowledgement, she lifted herself slightly, bracing with her legs and hands, then lowered herself.
Slap…
"Good… just like that. Ride me like a cowgirl," he murmured, nodding as he nipped lightly at her earlobe.
She couldn't find words; she was too overwhelmed for that, but she obeyed. She lifted herself and sank back down, again and again, the friction igniting sensation each time.
A breathy moan slipped from her lips. "Haan… s-so big… haan…"
Her buttocks met his lap with a soft sound, and were squeezed obscenely, her breasts bounced up and down as she repeated the motion, rising and falling in a tentative rhythm.
Slap… slap… slap…
Each ascent pushed him out of her, each descent drove him back, and each movement struck at her sensitive spots that sent flashes of sensation bursting behind her eyes.
"Haa… haa… d-does it… haaann… f-feel good, Kanzou-sama?" she asked breathlessly, glancing back at him.
His hooded gaze met hers, a satisfied smirk curving his lips in approval.
"Indeed… it feels great," he replied, his thumb circling her nipple. "My Mikoto-san has really become a cowgirl… hmm…"
"Hehe…" she laughed softly, delight flickering across her face at the praise.
The more he praised her, the happier she felt. She didn't quite understand why, but it washed away her embarrassment, easing the shame she'd felt over her own boldness. Without much hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and whispered, "Kanzou-sama… k-kiss… aaahnn… please kiss me…"
"Oh, Mikoto-san…" he teased lightly. "You want me to kiss you while you shamelessly ride my cock?"
"H-hai…" she nodded, her voice breathy as she lost herself in the sensation. "I want to be… haan… k-kissed by you, Kanzou-sama… while I-I… ride you… p-please… please kiss me…. I… beg you…."
"Fufu… since you are begging… I suppose I'll indulge you," he said, leaning in to suck her tongue.
Chu… slrrrpp…
Slap… slap…
The sounds of their kisses blended with the soft impact of her hips against his thighs.
The stimulation inside her had already been building and intensifying because of his cock frictioning against the walls of her pussy and repeatedly hitting her cervix… which, when combined with one of his hands teasing her breast, the other toying with her clitoris, pushed her closer and closer to the edge until she ended up tipping over in a heartbeat…
"Aaaahhnn… c-cumming…!"
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Read ahead of public release on P atreon at: p-atreon.com/Knockturn_Alley
Check out Chapter illustrations on Pixiv: unhinged_uchiha