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[Content Warning — This chapter contains themes of coercive control, sexual violence, physical punishment, emotional subjugation, and non-consensual sexual acts presented within a power-imbalanced relationship. Reader discretion is strongly advised.].
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"Mikoto-chan told me that you two are going to be getting married, is that right?" Kushina asked, narrowing her eyes at Kanzou.
As soon as Kushina posed that question, Mikoto's cheeks tinged with colour.
In the past, Mikoto had been engaged to Uchiha Fugaku. And while Kushina never liked Fugaku's stiff personality, she didn't say anything since it was an internal matter of the Uchiha Clan… Of course, in private, she did grumble a bit to Mikoto, saying that he didn't seem to be the right choice, as he'd probably let anyone walk over him for which was just shrugged off by Mikoto, who'd always say that even if that was the case, there was nothing she could do about it.
In the end, Kushina was proven right with how things turned out between Fugaku and Mikoto.
So, although she felt sad for Mikoto, she was also glad that Mikoto didn't end up with Fugaku.
At the same time, when she heard that Kanzou, who, despite what happened between him and Mikoto, had forgiven her and agreed to marry her… This caused Kushina to have a good impression of Kanzou, and she was looking forward to meeting him.
And now seeing him, she had to admit—Kanzou gave off a much better impression.
At least in terms of appearance and presence, he was probably the most handsome man in all of Konoha.
'This guy might really look good next to Mikoto,' she thought to herself, 'but his reputation isn't exactly stellar.'
Though she had only just returned from a mission, even Kushina had heard of Kanzou's notoriety. The Police Force, under his leadership, was rumoured to have turned into a gang of thugs—many shopkeepers secretly called them bandits in uniform.
Based on this, Kushina didn't quite know what to make of Uchiha Kanzou.
On one hand, he had forgiven Mikoto for something she had been forced into by Fugaku and accepted her wholeheartedly, which made Kushina greatly appreciate and respect him.
On the other hand, his terrible reputation left her feeling conflicted and uncertain about what kind of person he is.
Unaware of Kushina's thoughts about him, Kanzou nodded to her, "Yes, it won't be long before Mikoto becomes my wife."
He looked at Mikoto with warm, gentle eyes. Mikoto's heart skipped a beat. Even though she knew how dangerous and cunning Kanzou could be, the tenderness in his gaze shook her.
For a moment, it truly moved her.
Hearing Kanzou's nod… Kushina broke out of her thoughts and looked at him again. "I'm warning you," she said sharply, stepping forward with her hands on her hips. "If you ever bully Mikoto-chan, I won't forgive you."
Before Kanzou could even respond to Kushina's so-called threat, Mikoto interrupted from the side, brushing off Kushina's warning, "Kan-sama, she didn't mean anything by it—please don't take her words seriously."
Kushina frowned. "Hey, what are you embarrassed about? You're going to be bullied for sure after marriage if you act like this."
"I would never bully Mikoto," Kanzou replied smoothly. "We love each other very much—don't you agree, Mikoto?"
As he spoke, Kanzou sat down and gently pulled Mikoto onto his lap.
Mikoto squirmed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed to be held like that in front of Kushina.
If they were alone, it wouldn't matter—but with Kushina still present, being held in Kanzou's arms like that made her self-conscious.
She tried to pull away, but Kanzou's grip was firm.
Unable to break free, Mikoto eventually gave up.
"You guys…" complained Kushina, glancing at the two of them, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Watching such an overly affectionate couple flaunt their love in front of a single person felt like a direct hit to her heart.
As a single woman, watching them, she felt as though she was forced to eat dog food.
And it certainly did very heavy damage, making her a bit depressed, wondering why she is still single.
Not wanting to be a third wheel, Kushina stood up. "Mikoto-chan, I'll be taking my leave since I still have a lot of things to do. Let's catch up another day."
Kanzou looked at Mikoto as though telling her to stop Kushina and let her stay for dinner… but Mikoto, ignoring that signal, nodded to Kushina, "Okay… I'll see you next time then…"
Kushina pouted, seeing that Mikoto didn't even try to stop her… it made her feel a little lonely, 'I'm not going to be discarded, am I?'
She wondered if Mikoto was really going to discard her now that she was about to get married… But even if she felt that, she didn't think too much about it and just left the mansion…
As she watched Kushina leave, Mikoto let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Kanzou hadn't done anything out of line in front of Kushina. At the very least, he maintained the appearance of a decent husband-to-be and a man in love.
"Why did you send her away this early despite my signal?" Kanzou softly whispered in Mikoto's ears, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and lowering his head on her shoulder.
"Sh-she might have been tired from the mission… a-and I was just…" answered Mikoto, stammering, trying to explain herself, but couldn't really finish her sentence as she felt Kanzou's grip tighten around her stomach… and grew silent.
Kanzou said coldly, "I am about to become your husband. As my wife, it's your duty to support me—no matter what I choose to do—not stand in my way, don't you understand something so simple?"
Had he said this to any other woman, he would've earned a slap.
After all, plotting against your future wife's close friend right in front of her while demanding obedience, compliance, and assistance was audacious.
But Mikoto was different.
From a young age, she had been taught how to be the perfect traditional wife for the Uchiha Patriarch.
She understands that as the wife of the Uchiha Patriarch… she must do everything as per the Patriarch's desires.
Even if those things go against her own views and values…
So, Mikoto lowered her head and apologised, "I'm sorry."
"Is 'sorry' enough?" Kanzou said coldly. "If an apology could fix everything, what need would there be for the Police Force? What need would there be for the armies? Why would there be wars? Conflict? These things exist because a simple 'sorry' isn't enough to fix anything. Do you understand that?"
Mikoto nodded with a timid expression, "I-I do, Ka-Kan-sama…"
"Then do you understand that you have done something very wrong by going against the wishes of your future husband, despite being aware of his intentions?" Kanzou questioned further.
Although a bit hesitant, Mikoto gave a nod, "I-I… do…"
"If you do something wrong, there must be a punishment, otherwise how'd you learn not to repeat the same mistake…" said Kanzou as he turned her to face towards him, lifted her chin with a finger, and spoke in a commanding tone, "Come into the bedroom with me. I'll be giving you the punishment for deliberately trying to sabotage your husband-to-be."
Mikoto's face paled a little… afraid of what she might have to go through as punishment, her lips flailed… wanting to beg for an apology… but seeing those cold eyes, cat caught her tongue as she couldn't utter a word of protest or apology and silently followed him with sweaty hands.
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Inside the dimly lit bedroom, Mikoto's heart pounded as Kanzou closed the door behind them with a soft click. The air grew thick, charged with the weight of her impending punishment.
She stood frozen, hands clasped tightly before her, sweat beading on her palms.
"Strip," Kanzou commanded, his voice low and unyielding as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with those abyss-like eyes. "Everything off. Immediately."
Mikoto's cheeks burned, but obedience towards him is something that is already being etched into her very being, so even if she felt nervous, there was no resistance.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the elastic of her plum skirt, sliding open the zipper and letting it fall past the curve of her hips.
The fabric pooled around her feet, revealing the smooth whiteness of her thighs, the soft roundness of her ass, and the delicate gateway of her womanhood still shielded by her panties.
Next came the blouse as she unfastened it, button by button, before letting it slip from her shoulders to join her skirt on the floor.
Her full breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath, the fabric of her bra straining against her hardened nipples. The graceful taper of her waist led down to the gentle swell of her hips, every line of her body trembling under his gaze.
"Those too… You wouldn't be needing them with what you are about to experience," Kanzou said, pointing at her panties and bra.
"Y-yes…" she whispered shakily, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and sliding them down her thighs until they joined the growing pile on the floor. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts sprang free, bouncing softly before his gaze.
Now completely naked—vulnerable beneath his eyes—she stood there, one hand trying to cover her vagina, while the other her breasts as a blush crept from her chest up to her neck.
Even as she had been naked before his gaze many times… that didn't mean she didn't feel shy. Moreover, today… she felt a bit different.
Yes—today was indeed different.
Today, he had made her strip herself for the punishment he was about to give her, which made her gulp in nervousness.
"Good," Kanzou murmured, a dark smile tugging at his lips. "Now, on the bed. Doggy style. Ass up—stick it out for your punishment. Show me with your actions how sorry you are."
Mikoto swallowed hard but still nodded. "U-understood…"
She climbed onto the bed, her limbs trembling, and positioned herself on hands and knees. Her knees spread slightly for balance as she arched her back, lifting her ass high, which caused her soft asscheeks to part slightly, revealing the tightly little asshole and shadowed cleft between them.
The posture left her completely open and defenseless…
"R-ready, Kanzou-sama…" she said timidly, looking back at him as her long black hair spilled over one shoulder.
"Hm…" Kanzou hummed, approaching slowly, admiring the sight before him like a predator savoring his prey. The elegant line of her spine, the faint quiver in her thighs, the way her toes curled into the sheets—it was perfection.
"Beautiful as always," he murmured, his hand gliding over the smooth curve of her hips, squeezing lightly and feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The tension in his body was undeniable, but he paid it no mind.
"But beauty doesn't excuse disobedience," Kanzou said coldly, raising his hand—then brought it down without warning.
Cha!
The sharp crack of palm against flesh echoed through the room, blooming a vivid red handprint across her right asscheek. Mikoto gasped, her body jerking forward on reflex as the sting spread like fire.
"A-ahh!" she whimpered, biting her lip to hold back the cry.
Cha!
Another strike—harder this time—landed on her left asscheek.
The impact rippled through her flesh, making her thighs tremble.
"P-please, Kanzou-sama… I'm sorry…" Mikoto breathed, her voice trembling as she held her position, her reddened ass still thrust out obediently.
No words came—only the sound of twin slaps, both hands striking her asscheeks at once, echoed through the bedroom.
Cha! Cha!
Each impact sent a jolt straight through her core, her skin flushed crimson, and her breath came in ragged pants, as she cried out, "Nngh~! I-it h-hurts…"
"That's good. Let it hurt… since that's the intention," Kanzou said coldly, his hand gripping her hip to steady her before delivering another strike.
Cha!
The slap landed with precision, reigniting the fire across her tender skin. Mikoto's fingers clenched the sheets, knuckles whitening as the sting spread outward—merging with the ache blooming between her thighs.
"N-no more… please…" she whimpered weakly.
But Kanzou ignored her pleas.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
Three in rapid succession, each harder than the last, turning her asscheeks a deep, glowing red. The impacts echoed like thunder through the quiet bedroom as her flesh quivered with each hit.
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling freely as the pain blurred into a throbbing heat that made her pussy clench emptily, slickness trailing down her inner thighs.
"Ahh~! K-Kanzou-sama… it burns… I-I'm so sorry!" Mikoto sobbed, her head dropping forward, hair curtaining her tear-streaked face.
"Hmph… as if a mere 'sorry' would be enough," he scoffed. "You had the audacity to sabotage me—to ignore my signal. You deserve to be punished… no, you need to be punished."
Cha!
The next strike landed squarely on the underside of her left buttock, hard enough to lift her hips slightly off the bed. Mikoto's cry broke into a strangled gasp as the sting spread like wildfire across her skin.
Her back arched instinctively, her flesh now a canvas of overlapping handprints—red, raw, and burning.
"Ahhn~! F-forgive me… I'll never… nngh~ do it again!" she pleaded, voice cracking. Yet her traitorous body betrayed her; her thighs pressed together instinctively, trapping the slick heat gathering between them.
Kanzou's laugh was low and mocking. "Your words mean nothing when your cunt's dripping like this."
His fingers slid down her cleft, brushing her soaked folds without mercy. She jolted at the touch, a broken whimper escaping her lips as he gathered her arousal on his fingertips and held it up to her face, the moisture glistening in the dim light.
"See? That only proves you haven't learned your lesson."
He withdrew his hand—only to bring it down again.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
The trio of slaps came faster now, landing atop the fresh welts, each one drawing a sharper yelp from her lips. Her ass quivered under the impacts, the air filled with the rhythmic crack of flesh on flesh and her ragged sobs.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, soaking the sheets beneath her forehead.
"P-please… Kanzou-sama… I-I'll obey everything from now on… I'll never… ever do anything to sabotage you," Mikoto babbled, her voice shaking as her arms trembled, on the verge of collapse.
"Of course you wouldn't," Kanzou said, his voice low and amused as it cut through her pleas. "Because when I'm done with you, you'll have learned a lesson you'll remember for the rest of your life."
Cha!
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