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Plap… plap… plap…
"Aaahhnn… t-this position…" Mikoto gasped in shame as Kanzou drove upward with unyielding force, his forearms locked around her thighs in a nelson hold.
Her body dangled helplessly, knees bent high against her shoulders, feet suspended in the air, her head forced downward as his hands locked behind her neck, making her watch as his cock slammed deep into her pussy.
The position left her utterly vulnerable and powerless.
She could do nothing but shamefully witness herself being impaled by him, and that shame ignited her senses into an unbearable pleasure. Her slick walls stretched around his length, her clit grinding against his base with every brutal plunge.
"A-ahhnn… K-Kanzou-sama… s-slowly… pleaseeee…!" she pleaded, her voice fracturing into whimpers.
Her pussy was oversensitive from so many orgasms, and her inner walls were fluttering erratically as every ridge of his cock dragged fire along her nerves, sending shivers through her body.
Yet the heat only coiled tighter, and her hips twitched forward on instinct, betraying her own pleas, seeking that painful penetration even as she begged against it.
He chuckled, exhaling hot breath against her neck. "Slow? Fufu… your pussy's clenching like it wants more. And your hips are twitching on their own… Mikoto-san, you liar… Clearly, you want to be fucked and you want to be fucked brutally…" He nibbled at her earlobe, adding another spark to the rhythm.
The added sensation made her jolt as more broken sobs tore from her throat.
Squelch… squelch…
"H-haa… n-no… it's… too much… ahn!" Shame burned across her cheeks as she moaned so openly, like… like a shameless woman.
Yet even as she felt like she was moaning and squealing so shamelessly and felt incredibly mortified about it, her body seemed to do the exact opposite. It kept yielding even as her lips tried to beg for mercy.
Indeed, even as the fullness inside her overwhelmed her, even as the tip rammed into her cervix, tormenting her relentlessly, her nerves twisted the ache into an addictive throb. It pulled at her instincts, making her crave more despite herself.
'Aaah… w-why do I want more? Even though it hurts… w-why does it feel so good?'
'Kanzou-sama's penis… his very big penis… I… I… I want him to penetrate me deeper and deeper…'
'I want him to completely destroy my insides and make me his…'
'Make me yours… make me yours… please… aahnnn…'
'Aahhhnnnn… Kanzou-samaaaa….'
She bit her lip and shyly began to chase the edge of his pounding, her body moving on its own.
Pla… pla… pla… plappp…
Releasing her earlobe, he groaned, feeling the pressure building as he neared the edge.
The heat and tight clenching of her pussy made his pace falter slightly as the urge to spill out his seeds rose fast.
"Fuck… Mikoto-san… your needy pussy's so wet and tight… it's making me cum so quickly..." His voice dropped into a husky whisper at her ear. "Tell me, Mikoto-san… you want my cum in your pussy, don't you?"
'I… I want it…' she admitted silently. But when it came to saying the words aloud, she hesitated. Shyness flooded her, burning hot. Words like that felt too bold, too exposing, too shameful. How could she openly say she wanted him to fill up her pussy with his semen?
So… even though she didn't give a verbal response, she tried to chase for it with her pussy as she made them twitch more and tried to clench her pussy in order to make him cum inside her…
"Damn… this tightness… It's really increased all of a sudden…" he said, feeling the sudden increase… and couldn't help but ask her, "Mikoto-san, is this your way of telling me that you want me to flood your pussy with my semen?'
She didn't nod, but clenched again… as she understood that it was her way of giving him an answer.
But of course, that wasn't enough for Kanzou. His voice darkened as he pressed her further. "Although I get that response… but I still want to hear it from your mouth. Say it, Mikoto-san. Beg for it, beg me for my cum."
Hearing that tone, her resistance finally crumbled. She whimpered, then relented. "P-please… Kanzou-sama… c-cum… inside me… I… I need it…" The plea slipped out soft and trembling, her face aflame with shame.
"Louder," he demanded, slamming upward again, hard enough to jolt her entire body. "Beg like the needy woman and shameless woman from earlier…"
Tears of shame and hesitation pricked at her eyes.
Yet she knew she wanted this, wanted him to fill her completely… and she knew that he wouldn't give it to her unless she begged… she had no choice but to accept his demand.
Gathering herself, she begged just as he wanted, "P-please… cum in my vagina… fill me, Kanzou-sama… haa… fill me with your thick semen…!"
"Aaaah…. Mikoto-san… you really did… You really begged me for my semen…" laughed Kanzou as he felt ignited from her broken plea and sped up instantly, thrusting in a frantic blur, his hips driving forward again and again, each deep plunge pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Plap! Plap! Slap! Pa! Plap! Plap!
"Aaahnn… hgggnnn… ghhnnn… hmm… n-naaah… hmm…" Broken moans spilled from her lips as each thrust jolted her entire body. The relentless pace drove her over the edge once more, her orgasm crashing through her amid the rapid pounding.
"Mikoto-san… Mikoto-san… Mikoto-san…" he groaned, repeating her name with every thrust. "I'm going to fill your pussy, Mikoto-san… take all my cum inside you… take it like a shameless woman you are, Mikoto-san…" His words spilled out again and again until he finally shattered.
"Take it all… gaaahhhhh… take it Cu—" he roared as he he buried himself fully inside her with a final brutal thrust.
PLAP!
"Cumming!!!!" His hips bucked erratically as ropes of hot seed erupted inside her, coating her inner walls thickly and insistently.
Spurt… spurt… spurt…
The hot flood of thick white seeds inside her also tipped her over completely. "A-aaahhnn… c-cumming… me too… Kanzou-samaa… With your cum… inside…!"
Her walls spasmed wildly, milking him as bliss tore through her. Juices spilled around his length, mixing with his seeds in a messy overflow as they spilled out of her pussy while her body quaked in his iron grip.
Gush… squelch…
Spurt… spurt…
The two kept cumming in a symphony until the pressure died down, after which they began reeling together, breaths ragged and uneven, his cock pulsing out the last drops deep within her.
Mikoto slumped limp against him, aftershocks rippling softly through her as warmth slowly leaked from her core, "Haa… haa… K-Kanzou… sama… s-so tired…"
She thought it was finally over, that she could rest at last, but Kanzou clearly had other plans.
A devious smirk crossed his face as he tightened his hold on her and suddenly stood up from the chair.
Schlop—A wet sound echoed as his cock slid out of her pussy, followed by his cum trailing down her thighs in sticky streams and dripping onto the floor, mixing with the puddle of fluids she had already spilled.
She blinked hazily, her body still humming from the peak. "W-wait… I… haa…"
He ignored her incoherent murmurs and set her down on all fours atop the same wooden chair they had been using. "Sit here," he ordered.
Her knees scraped against the wood as they trembled, and horror crept into her voice. "K-Kanzou-sama? W-what…?"
"Fufu… you don't really think it's over, do you?" he said, amused. "We're just getting started, Mikoto-san." He punctuated the words by spanking her ass. "Now… sit properly and stick that ass out."
Cha!
The slap echoed as a red mark bloomed across her asscheek, sending a shiver through her body. Her knees, already weak, nearly gave out beneath her.
She hurriedly grabbed the sides of the backrest, barely managing to keep herself from collapsing.
But then, another slap struck her other asscheek.
Cha!
"Come on… hurry up," Kanzou said impatiently, afraid that if she delayed too much, his erection might die down.
She whimpered but obeyed, "H-haiii…"
Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts against the backrest, her head dipping over it as she arched her back and raised her ass high, offering it to him.
The shift left her utterly exposed. Her kimono lay rumpled around her waist, bite marks stark against her skin. Cool air brushed her dripping folds that dripped down his cum, reigniting her shame as she became acutely aware of the view she presented.
Yet a quiet thrill at being taken by him in such a shameful position twisted low in her belly, and she instinctively arched her back a little more.
"Fufu… Now… I'm going to fuck you like this," he laughed softly as he stepped in behind her and kneaded her ass, spreading her wide.
"A-aaah…" she moaned, trembling beneath his touch.
"Just look at you, Mikoto-san," he said coolly. "Your pussy's dripping with my cum. Such a messy girl." He aligned his cock at her entrance, the tip nudging her before he began to grind against her slick folds, wet with their mixed release. The shallow, teasing motions sent shivers through her.
The grinding coaxed more moans from her. "K-Kanzou-sama~" Lost in the pleasure, she began to needily grind back against him, as if urging him to plunge his cock into her pussy.
"Hmm… hmmm… Mikoto-san," he teased, grinding even more deliberately as he leaned over her. He spoke into her ear, hot breaths washing over her skin. "It looks like you're still hungry for my cock… Do you want it? Do you want my cock to fill your needy pussy?"
Shuddering at his breath, she nodded. "Y-yes…"
"Hmm… so you really do want it," he murmured. "Then beg for it again. Tell me how badly you want this cock ruining your pretty pussy."
She bit her lip, shyness coiling tight in her chest. Words like that degraded her, stripped her bare. But when she felt the tip of his penis nuzzling against the entrance of her pussy, but not plunging inside, the ache inside her deepened, and she gave in to his demand, "P-please… ruin me… fuck my vagina… more… Kanzou-sama…"
"Hmm… you begged, but it was not the proper begging, so you'll only get a little bit," he murmured, sliding just the head in before pulling back out, tormenting her, and then said to her, "If you don't beg properly… you won't get the entire thing… so beg properly… like before. Like that shameless woman."
Hesitation flickered, but need won. "P-please… fuck this shameless and needy woman's vagina… fill me again… I… I need your penis… haa… make me yours…"
"That's… better." He laughed, retreating back as he gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth drive.
Schlop…!
"Aahannn…" The sudden fullness tore a cry from her as her slick walls yielded around him.
Pleasure surged instantly and uncontrollable lewd moans spilled from her lips as he set a hard, pounding rhythm, "Nghhhh… y-yes… like that…!"
Plap… plap… plap…
Each slap of his hips echoed wetly, his balls brushing her clit while remnants of his seed squelched out with every withdrawal.
She clawed at the armrests, her body rocking forward under the force of his thrusts, her breasts grazing heavily on the polished wooden backrest, her nipples getting scratched by them, making her feel more aroused.
"H-haa… d-deeper… ahn… Kanzou-sama… it's… so good…"
Traces of shyness and hesitation could still be noticed in her whimpers, but acceptance and desire were also growing rapidly as her moans turned bolder with his thrusts and her hips began to push back to meet him.
He leaned over her, one hand tangling in her hair as he pulled it back, forcing her neck to arch. "Listen to yourself, Mikoto-san," he mocked. "Moaning so shamelessly. Everyone thinks you're so proper, so dignified… yet here you are, ass up, begging for my cock. Only I know what you are truly like…"
His free hand slid to her chest, pinching and twisting her nipple until she cried out, "N-ngh… y-yes… o-only Kanzou-sama knows me... f-fuck me… fuck me Kanzou-sama… h-harder… fuck me harder with your big monstrous penis…!!!"
'Is this really me?' the thought flickered through her mind at how shameless she sounded. But the doubt dissolved beneath the flood of pleasure, and her pleas spilled more freely as her body yearned for his claim.
Plap… plap… plap…
Sweat slicked their skin, the room thick with wet sounds and her rising cries as he drove into her mercilessly, his pace brutal, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing frantically.
"Aa-aaahhnn… i-if you rub me… haaah… l-like that… I-I'll—" she tried to warn him, but the words broke apart as the release began to surge through her.
Kanzou finished the thought for her. "Gonna cum again? Already? How many times have you cum now, six? Seven? Eight?" He chuckled darkly. "Frankly, I've stopped counting. It's pathetic, Mikoto-san… but also so fucking hot… So, I'll let you cum again… but—"
He paused, deliberately slowing the movement of his fingers just as the climax crept closer.
The sudden change made her whimper, her eyes lifting to him in wordless protest, as if to say she had been right on the edge and now it was incredibly tormenting!
He laughed at her expression. "You want to cum don't you… Sure, you can. As always, you have to beg for it," he continued coolly. "Beg to cum on my cock like the shameless woman you are."
She sobbed, tormented, her voice raw and stripped of all shame or dignity, filled with nothing but desperate need. "P-please… l-let me cum… on your penis… haa… Kanzou-sama… m-make me cum… f-fill me… again… please… more… f-fuck this shameless woman harder as she cums…!"
Her frantic pleas pushed him over the edge, his groans turning guttural. "Fuck… yes—cumming… take it all!"
Spurt… spurt… spurt…
Seed flooded her anew, thick and hot, as her walls clamped down around him.
"A-aaahhnn… c-cumming on your cum… aaaaahnnn…!" She was too completely shattered, squirting messily around him as her body convulsed through endless waves.
Gush… squelch…
Even as they reeled together, breaths harsh and mingled from the orgasm, he didn't stop thrusting.
He only slowed into deep, deliberate grinds, stirring his fresh load inside her and drawing helpless whimpers from her oversensitive body.
"Not done yet, Mikoto-san… beg for round three… tell me how much you love being filled by my cum…"
She trembled, spent yet stirring again, shyness now only a distant echo as burning acceptance took its place. "P-please… use me… f-fill my vagina with your cum… again… Kanzou-sama… I… I love it… more… f-fuck me… forever…"
The rhythm rebuilt again, and her begging dissolved into breathless moans as he claimed her relentlessly, the night fading into an endless, hazy rhythm of heat and motion.
Plap… plap… plap…
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Sometime later, inside Kanzou's bedroom…
Mikoto sipped water to replenish what she had lost to sweat, her gaze drifting to the photographs hanging on the walls. There weren't many, just a handful.
One was a family portrait. Kanzou looked no more than two or three years old, standing with his parents, who had been dead for nearly a decade and a half. Given how handsome Kanzou has grown up to be, it was clear his parents must have been beautiful as well, at least in appearance. Even from the photograph, Mikoto could sense something of them: a stoic father and a quiet, reserved mother, typical of Uchiha men and women. As for their true characters, that was impossible to tell from a single image.
Another photograph was captured on the day of his Academy graduation. Kanzou looked no more than four or five years old in the image, a stark reminder of just how young he was when he graduated and became a Genin.
'I was still in the Academy back then… for Kanzou-sama to have graduated this early… hmm… he was indeed always a genius,' she thought, remembering that she herself had only graduated at the age of nine. In contrast, Kanzou had finished years earlier, at just four or five, and the event had caused a tremendous stir throughout the village. Graduating at such an age was virtually unheard of.
In fact, by graduating at such a young age, Kanzou had even earned the title of the youngest Genin in Konoha's history, and even after more than a decade since he left the academy, no one has ever broken that record.
In the canon, it was Hatake Kakashi who was considered the youngest Genin since he graduated at the age of five, but for the time being, the title belongs to Kanzou, and perhaps it would keep belonging to him.
Anyhow, the young Kanzou stood at the center, flanked by two other graduating Genins, a boy on one side and a girl on the other. It was easy to tell they were at least four or five years older than he, judging by the difference in their heights. Quite obviously, both of them had graduated at the age of nine, which was the standard graduation age in that era.
The boy had simple dark-brown hair and an otherwise unremarkable appearance.
The girl, however, stood out more: light brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and a cute, gentle look, accentuated by the large, round glasses she struggled to keep balanced on her small nose.
Standing behind Kanzou in the photograph was a tall kunoichi with long, wavy purple hair, styled with cropped bangs that fell neatly over her forehead protector. As a member of the Uchiha Clan, known for producing striking men and women, she was undeniably beautiful, perhaps even as beautiful as Mikoto herself.
Mikoto definitely felt that the woman was not inferior to her.
The next photograph was similar, another image of Kanzou's squad, but it appeared to have been taken a year or two later. The three Genin looked slightly older than before, and this time they wore Chūnin vests, marking their promotion.
The photograph after that was different.
In it, Kanzou looked around ten or eleven years old, but only two people appeared in the frame: Kanzou himself and the bespectacled kunoichi from his squad. The unremarkable-looking boy and their purple-haired jōnin instructor were absent.
'I remember this…' she thought. 'One of Kanzou-sama's squadmates and his jōnin sensei died during the Second Great Shinobi War… and after that, Kanzou-sama refused to accept any replacements. It was just him and his remaining squadmate.'
The matter had caused a considerable uproar at the time, spawning countless rumors and divided opinions throughout the village about Kanzou and his reason for not accepting replacements in the squad.
The matter had also sparked discussion within the Uchiha Clan. Proposals were raised to transfer a Uchiha into Kanzou's squad. The late patriarch even suggested appointing Fugaku as the squad captain, with Kanzou serving under him. Mikoto herself had been considered as a potential transfer as well.
'I still remember how excited I was back then…' she thought, feeling a little abashed at the excitement she had felt at the mere idea of serving on the same squad as Kanzou.
After all, she had always admired him in secret, and the thought of being close to him, of serving on the same squad, had been irresistibly appealing to her at the time.
Unfortunately, it never came to pass. Kanzou had never relented.
Indeed, he had refused to accept a new squadmate, even rejecting a direct order from the Hokage as well as the Uchiha Patriarch. He had issued a blunt ultimatum instead, that he would rather retire as a shinobi than dishonor the sacrifice of his fallen comrades.
The Hokage, unwilling to see such a talented shinobi suddenly retire from active duty, ultimately allowed it, on the condition that Kanzou prove himself by qualifying as a jōnin.
He had done exactly that. At less than eleven years old, he earned the rank of jōnin, another unprecedented achievement, making him the youngest jōnin in the village's history.
With that promotion, he also became the captain of his own squad.
That squad consisted of only one kunoichi, the same light-brown-haired, bespectacled woman. She had refused to step down and chose instead to continue serving under him.
Considering that the two never failed a single mission, it was clear they worked well together, and so they were permitted to remain as they were.
'This must be from that period,' she thought, noticing the color of the vest Kanzou wore in the photograph. It was unmistakably a jōnin's vest.
Then there was the final photograph.
It showed another genin squad, but this time, Kanzou stood as the jōnin instructor. Three genin were lined up before him: two boys and one girl.
Both boys had black hair, and Mikoto recognized them instantly.
'Souta-san and Shin-san…' she thought, her gaze lingering on the two boys who had trained under Kanzou as Genins and now stood among his most loyal followers in the Police Force.
Between Souta and Shin stood a kunoichi with short, dark grey hair and a cute face. As Mikoto studied her face, a memory surfaced. 'This girl… she must be Hazuki-chan.'
She recalled Hazuki as a member of Kanzou's squad she had seen a few times…
Hazuki had never been particularly remarkable in terms of strength and had never made a name for herself, unlike Shin and Souta, who went on to become powerful jōnin of the clan at a young age. By contrast, Uchiha Hazuki remained a chūnin and, over time, faded into the background, a Kunoichi rarely spoken of, even within the Uchiha Clan itself.
When Mikoto thought about it, she realized she barely remembered anything about Uchiha Hazuki beyond the fact that she had been part of Kanzou's genin squad. That, in itself, wasn't unusual; not every shinobi made a name for themselves, even among the Uchiha. And yet, for some reason, Mikoto couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it.
'Her eyes… they don't look like those of an ordinary girl,' she thought, noticing the quiet determination reflected in the young Hazuki's gaze, even in the photograph.
'I wonder what happened to her…' she thought briefly, but the question slipped away as the sound of the bathroom door opening drew her attention.
Kanzou stepped out, a white towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. "Mikoto-san, the bathroom's all yours," he said casually. "You can take a bath and clean yourself up."
"K-Kanzou-sama…!" she exclaimed, her face flushing as she looked at him. Her eyes lingered on his chiselled chest, water droplets tracing down his skin, his hair still damp. Her heartbeat quickened, and shyness washed over her.
"Well, this is unexpected," he said with a faint smile as he stepped closer. "After everything we did… how come you are still shy about seeing me like this?"
"W-well… I can't help it…" she stammered, averting her gaze.
"Oh?" he replied with a faint smile, pressing her further. "You can't help it? And why not…?" He stepped closer, prompting her to retreat instinctively. After two steps, her back hit the wall; there was nowhere left to go.
She tried to run away from the side… but he planted one hand against the wall beside her head, cutting off her escape, and repeated his question, "Why can't you help it, Mikoto-san?"
After all, she had seen far more than his bare chest; she had touched his penis, even licked it with her tongue, and sucked on it down to her throat, and let's not forget about swallowing his semen… even if she'd ended up vomiting it later, she did drink it.
And yet, feeling shy over something as simple as his exposed torso made no sense at all.
"This… I… I don't know…" she replied, her face burning as she bowed her head.
"Really…?" he pressed, lifting her chin back up so she had to look at him.
"Y-yes…" she stammered.
If she were being honest, perhaps it was because seeing him like this, fresh from a bath, felt strangely more erotic. Or maybe it was because they had just 'made love,' and she had shown herself to him in ways so shameless that the aftermath left her flustered and vulnerable. She didn't fully understand it yet. After all, this was her first time truly 'making love,' the times she had been coerced into having sex didn't count.
As for him, someone who had clearly experienced this many times before with different women, he understood far more than she did.
He was only teasing her and leaned in close.
She instinctively closed her eyes, expecting his lips to meet hers.
Instead, he whispered into her ear, "Well… I suppose I'll believe you and won't press the matter."
He kissed her cheek lightly, then stepped back.
"That's not fair…" she pouted, rubbing the spot he'd kissed.
"Fufu…" Kanzou chuckled softly as he moved toward the wardrobe at the side of the room.
Behind him, Mikoto shifted uneasily. She wanted to bring something up, something important, but nerves tightened her chest.
She had meant to talk about it during dinner, but they both knew how that had turned out. Now, she hesitated, unsure whether she should speak up.
Unaware of her inner turmoil, Kanzou rummaged through the shelves before pulling out a pair of shorts. "This will do," he murmured, slipping them on.
Just then, Mikoto finally gathered her courage. "That… Kanzou-sama…"
"Hm?" He turned to look at her, then nodded in understanding. "Right… you need something to wear too, don't you?"
"Y-yes…" she nodded. It wasn't what she'd intended to say, but she couldn't deny the truth of it.
Her own clothes were soaked through with sweat and fluids, completely unwearable. And since she hadn't brought any spare clothes, she had no choice but to rely on him.
Strangely enough, the thought of wearing his clothes made her heart beat faster, a quiet, unexpected eagerness stirring inside her.
Meanwhile, he rummaged through the cupboard and pulled out a fresh towel. "Here, use this," he said. "As for something to wear…" He paused, searching a little longer before producing a T-shirt. "This is the smallest one I have. The others are too loose, and the clothes from when I was younger have been packed away for years without being washed, so they're too dirty. You'll have to make do with this."
"I-it's fine," Mikoto replied softly as she accepted the T-shirt.
"And, well… there's nothing for you to wear underneath," he added casually. The difference in their height and body sizes was too obvious; neither his pants nor his shorts would fit her properly; they would hang loose and awkward on her frame.
He might have given her the panties he'd taken from her earlier, but those had been burned by Fugaku. That meant she would be wearing nothing but his T-shirt after bathing.
"I-it's okay… this will do," she said, holding the shirt up against her body. It reached down to her thighs, high, but still covering enough to be decent. She would be spending the night here anyway, so it likely wouldn't be a problem.
"Since you don't mind, go ahead, the bathroom's all yours," he said.
Mikoto nodded. Gathering the towel and the T-shirt, she headed for the bathroom.
In fact, he had offered earlier to let her bathe first, but she'd been too exhausted to move. He had even suggested bathing together, but that had made her too shy, and she'd pleaded to be allowed to bathe alone. She hadn't been sure he would agree after everything they'd done, but in the end, he had relented, choosing to bathe first and leave her to it afterward.
She really needed this solo bath, not just to clean herself, but for the solitude. She needed a moment to collect herself after everything that had happened over the past hour.
When she closed the bathroom door and caught sight of herself in the mirror, she covered her face with one hand, her skin flushed from head to toe.
'I… I can't believe I did all that…'
As memories flooded back, she muttered softly to her reflection, 'Uchiha Mikoto… you… you're so shameless…'
Yet even as she berated herself, she couldn't deny how good it had felt.
Haah… now she just had to talk to him about marriage… 'I-I hope he agrees…' she thought, letting out a nervous sigh before straightening with renewed resolve. 'No… I'll make him agree. I definitely will.'
With that decision made, she set about finishing her bath quickly, determined to clean herself up and return to speak with him.
…
While Mikoto bathed, Kanzou lay on the bed, glancing at the System panel.
'No Evil Points this time, huh?' he thought, noting the lack of any increase from sleeping with Mikoto.
That outcome wasn't surprising. She had come to him of her own will and intended to be with him from the start. This time, everything had been consensual, no coercion, no threats involved, so there was nothing for the system to register as evil.
'I guess… I'll have to turn my attention to another woman,' he thought.
By now, he has gained some understanding of how his so-called Evil System works. It rewarded Evil Points for specific actions, and non-consensual sex ranked among the most lucrative.
Since Mikoto could no longer provide him with Evil Points, it was obvious he would have to look elsewhere.
The question was who.
It would have to be a kunoichi since he isn't into men… and it would have to be someone relevant enough with good strength and background to yield worthwhile rewards.
The kunoichi would also have to be someone he could realistically target under non-consensual circumstances.
As he considered his options, a few women in Konoha came to mind. Among them, two stood out immediately: a blonde kunoichi with low twin-tails, and a fiery redhead.
There were other options, too, but their potential rewards would likely pale in comparison. For now, these two were the most obvious choices.
The blonde, however, wasn't in Konoha. She had left years ago and now wandered the shinobi world, drinking, gambling, and drowning herself in sorrow. Finding her would be a hassle.
That left the redhead.
'I wonder what kind of rewards she'll bring me…'
If Mikoto knew that the man she intended to marry was already thinking about banging another woman, less than half an hour after having banged her, while she was still bathing and planning to spend the night with him, what would she think?
Would she still want to marry him?
Good thing she was unaware of all this and diligently cleaned herself before soaking into the warm water of the bathtub…
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Sometime later, Mikoto stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still wet and her skin warm beneath the T-shirt he had given her.
As she had expected, the t-shirt did cover most of what needed to be covered and reached down to her ass… but… it stopped just there, and when she moved, it would rise up…
But anyway… she moved nervously, drying her hair as she went.
"Kanzou-sama…" she called softly.
There was no response.
She looked around and noticed a figure slumped on the canopy bed and walked closer, peering down at him. "This… did he fall asleep?"
She gently poked his cheek. There was no reaction, and from his breathing pattern, he clearly appeared asleep, having dozed off while waiting for her to return from the bath.
'But I wanted to talk to you about marriage…' she thought, her chest tightening slightly.
Now that he was asleep, there was nothing she could do. She wasn't about to wake him just to bring up something so serious.
"I… I guess it'll have to wait until morning…" She sighed softly and turned around, continuing to dry her hair.
She had barely begun to move when a hand caught her arm and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Aaah… K-Kanzou-sama… a-are you awake…?" she asked, startled.
"Hmm… maybe," he replied lightly.
After all, he was a shinobi; someone like him wouldn't fall asleep so easily or let his guard down completely. He was exhausted, yes, but he had forced himself to stay aware. Now, he had her pinned beneath him as he looked at her.
Fresh from her bath, faint steam still clung to her flushed skin, water droplets glistening across her body as her damp hair framed her face. He couldn't deny it; she looked even more erotic like this. The oversized T-shirt she wore only heightened the effect. Seeing her dressed in something so obviously too large for her, and knowing she wore nothing beneath it, stirred something restless within him, making the urge to fuck her again flare sharply.
Pinned beneath his gaze, she grew shy and flustered, her breathing quickening. When she noticed the way he was looking at her, a flicker of unease crept in, 'D-don't tell me Kanzou-sama still…'
"T-that… can you still…?" she asked hesitantly.
"Sigh… I think I'm done for the day," he said with a reluctant breath. Even his body had limits, higher than most, but limits all the same.
Relief flooded through her at once. 'Thank goodness…' She let out a quiet breath, her tension easing. She had been genuinely afraid he might continue. Her body ached all over; she couldn't endure any more tonight. She needed rest.
Kanzou noticed her relieved expression and narrowed his eyes. Leaning in, he whispered darkly, "Even if I can't fuck you… I can still torment you, you know. So don't think tonight will be easy for you."
And, it wasn't that he couldn't get hard anymore; he could, and her erotic appearance was already stirring a faint response. It was just that there likely wouldn't be any semen left; his body had probably already spent everything it had.
Her expression stiffened.
Before she could respond, he leaned closer and captured her lips.
'W-wait… I… I wanted to talk about—' she thought desperately.
But no words escaped her lips. Only the soft sound of kissing filled the room as her body melted against his once more.
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