Obito suddenly shoved Mikoto onto the bed in a rough motion, forcing a surprised sound from her lips.
"Wha…?"
Obito didn't say anything. He kept his words to himself. Next, it depended on how far he could mess her up, he thought as his crimson eye burned through the mask.
Mikoto, seeing him just stare at her in silence, was at a loss for words. One second he was kissing her passionately, and now he was giving her the cold shoulder.
Did I do something…? she asked herself nervously, wondering if she had somehow made him angry.
However, what answered her was Obito's next cruel action.
He grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lean upward toward his lower body, his grip tightening around her neck.
"Pull it out," Obito said simply, his tone monotonous.
Mikoto's body trembled. Her breathing grew ragged, her vision hazy as she struggled against the choke.
"I-I can't breathe, please…" she managed to rasp.
But Obito didn't let her finish. His foot slammed into her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs.
Cough!
The force was hard enough to make her cough loudly and feel pain, though not enough to injure her. The pain itself was manageable, but what terrified her was the grip on her throat that only grew tighter, as if he were going to strangle her.
"Pull. It. Out." Obito repeated, showing no care for her suffering.
"I-I'm sorry…" Mikoto whispered. Now she truly thought she had done something to anger him.
She knew that if she pushed him too far, he might kill her outright here. Death itself didn't frighten her, but what terrified her was the possibility that he would then turn his attention to Sasuke.
Her trembling hands reached for his clothes, hurriedly untying them. His cock sprang free, slapping against her face, leaving her stunned.
"W-what…?" Mikoto swallowed nervously, eyes widening in shock. How could anyone… be this big?
For a moment her mind almost compared him to Fugaku...just as Mikoto was about to make a comparison, she shook her head at the shameless thought. How could I think of such a thing…
Yet she noticed, with surprise, that the pressure on her throat loosened slightly for some reason.
"Are you just going to stare…?" Obito said calmly.
The pressure around her throat tightened again, harder than before, until spots danced at the edges of her vision. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, her hands wrapped around his length, stroking carefully.
The iron grip slackened.
"Haaah… huff…" Mikoto gasped desperately for air, tears in her eyes, as her hand continued to move over him. Her single hand couldn't even encircle his girth completely, so she stroked as gently as she could, her breath shaky and uneven.
Obito finally released her throat, only to grab a fistful of her hair instead. His voice was low and commanding.
"Suck it."
This time Mikoto didn't ask any questions. She could already tell his mood shifted depending on her actions.
Obito gripped his thick cock in one hand and slapped it against her face.
"Open your mouth."
Mikoto trembled but obediently parted her red lips. She felt the heavy shaft slap against her lips and cheeks, each strike echoing his dominance as his grip in her hair tightened.
"Stick out your tongue," he ordered.
She slowly extended her tongue, eyes fluttering shut as his fat tip pressed against it.
Obito pushed forward just slightly, the swollen head slipping past her lips.
"Roll it. Lick it," he commanded.
Mikoto closed her eyes tighter and obeyed, her tongue slowly swirling around the tip as ordered, her face burning with humiliation as she did.
Obito suddenly pushed her forward by the hair, forcing his cock deep into her throat.
Glrk! Gghhk!
Mikoto's eyes widened as she choked hard, her throat convulsing around the thick shaft. Tears welled up instantly, rolling down her flushed cheeks as her eyes rolled back from the sheer force of it.
Guhhh! Glk-glk!
Her lips stretched wide around him, strands of saliva dripping down her chin as her muffled gagging echoed in the room.
Obito's hand cracked lightly across her cheek.
Slap!
"Stay focused… feel everything," he ordered coldly, never slowing his pace.
His hips drove forward mercilessly, ramming into her mouth over and over.
Glrk! Slrk! Gghhk!
The wet, obscene sounds of him face-fucking her filled the air, each thrust burying himself deeper as Mikoto's throat struggled to keep up.
Stay focused… feel everything. His cold words echoed in her ears with every slap of his hips against her face.
Glrk! Slrk! Guhhh!
Mikoto's chest heaved, lungs screaming for air, yet she didn't resist. She couldn't.
I have to endure… I must endure.
Her mind clung to one truth, the only anchor she had left.
This isn't for me. This isn't for my pride. This is for Sasuke.
The humiliation seared her, the pain twisted her insides, but the thought of her son...his innocent face, his small hands—gave her the strength to bear it.
If this is the price, then so be it… If this keeps him safe, then I'll endure anything. Even this…
Another thrust gagged her violently, her eyes rolling back, but she forced herself to remain conscious, to obey, to survive.
For Sasuke… I'll endure it all.
Obito's cock throbbed hard inside her throat, pulsing as if it were about to erupt.
His grip in her hair tightened, forcing her teary eyes up toward him.
"Drink it all. If even a drop is wasted… you'll be punished."
Mikoto's heart pounded in panic. Her throat was already stretched, her lungs screaming, but she nodded faintly, desperate not to anger him further.
I have to… for Sasuke. I can't fail now…
The next moment, Obito released a huge load, filling her mouth and throat with overwhelming force. Her eyes widened as she struggled to keep up, swallowing desperately, but it was too much.
Her cheeks bulged, her body trembling as she tried to obey, tears spilling freely down her face.
The salty taste overwhelmed her senses. She coughed, choked, and some of it slipped past her lips, spilling down her chin.
Humiliation scorched her, but she forced herself to swallow again and again, clinging to one thought alone.
But she failed... because she had never experienced such a thing before.
Obito pulled out his dick... making a lewd sound.
Plop.
Cough!
Mikoto finally free... gasped for air and coughed hard.
Haaah… haahh… Each breath came ragged, broken by hiccups and suppressed sobs.
Obito finally released her hair, letting her slump forward slightly, strands of saliva clinging between her lips and his shaft. His voice cut cold through the haze.
"You spilled some."
Mikoto froze, her stomach twisting at the words. Shame burned her cheeks hotter than any strike could. She bowed her head lower, trembling hands trying to wipe the mess from her mouth and chin.
"I-I'm sorry… I'll do better…" her voice cracked, hoarse from the strain in her throat.
"I see…" Obito said calmly, as if he understood her.
Mikoto breathed a shaky sigh of relief, thinking it was over. But
Suddenly, she felt her clothes shredded apart, fabric tearing away in an instant until she was left completely naked.
Her large breasts bounced free, rising and falling heavily with each desperate breath.
"Uhh…" Mikoto gasped, covering her chest with one arm and her lower body with the other, her face turning crimson with humiliation.
"Are you sure… you want to hide them?" Obito asked casually, as though he would respect her choice.
But Mikoto didn't believe that for a second. Her face paled as he seized her wrists and pulled them away, stripping her of even that meager defense. She lowered her head, shoulders shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks.
Obito stepped closer, his voice low and steady.
"A mistake is only a mistake when you understand the consequences. Only then will you never repeat it."
He turned her over, forcing her onto all fours.
Her plump white ass was now fully exposed, soft curves trembling under her shame. Her long black hair spilled down her back, framing the sight that could turn any man into a beast.
"Now, Mikoto… what do you want me to do?" Obito asked from behind her.
"I…?" Still crying, Mikoto blinked in confusion, unable to comprehend his question.
Slap!
Obito's hand came down sharply on her ass, leaving it flushed red, the skin stinging as if it might split.
"Ahhh!" Mikoto cried out, the burning pain shocking her body.
"I… I don't know, m-my lord…" she stammered in a trembling voice.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Obito said nothing. His hand struck again and again, each blow leaving her buttocks red and throbbing.
"Ahhh! P-please…! Please stop!" Mikoto begged through tears, her voice cracking with every strike.
But he didn't stop.
Only when she endured long enough, only when the pain finally broke through her confusion, did Mikoto begin to understand. Her sobs steadied, and her words came haltingly through her tears.
"Please… please punish me, my lord… for my mistakes."
She wasn't sure if that was the answer he wanted, but to her surprise—Obito's hand stilled.
Obito asked her in a curious tone.
"Ohh…? Is that so? Then what do you want me to punish you with?" he said as he stroked her reddened ass cheeks gently, making her flinch.
Mikoto, whose buttocks still stung with pain, suddenly felt that gentle touch. The pain began to ease, replaced by a tingling warmth as if her wounds were healing.
The shift made her body shudder — heaven and hell in comparison.
But she couldn't let that cloud her mind. Instinctively, she tried hard to think of an answer that would please him.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, her face turned even paler.
When… when did I become such a woman? Mikoto thought bitterly. Wanting to actually please him? A self-deprecating smile tugged at her lips, filled with despair.
Her hair was suddenly yanked hard from behind, her head pulled back until her tearful eyes met his.
"…"
Mikoto felt pure fear. That look in his glowing red Eternal eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen.
"I— Punish me with… with…" Mikoto stammered, struggling to find the words. Then her gaze fell on his cock, tall and hard before her.
She swallowed nervously and said:
"W-with that… that…"
She looked directly at it, forcing the words out.
Obito tilted his head slightly, his tone calm but curious.
"Hooh? And what is that thing? I don't understand. Maybe if you describe it in detail… I might remember."
Mikoto's heart sank. At that moment she realized... this man was deliberately breaking her down, degrading her into something she would have never thought herself to be.
And yet… even knowing that truth only deepened her despair.
Her lips trembled as she opened them, whispering words she never imagined saying in her life.
From this moment on… Mikoto Uchiha may truly be dead.
"I… I want Lord to punish me with his dick…" Mikoto forced out with what little courage she had left, before her body lost all strength.
Her face pressed flat against the bed as Obito finally released her hair.
Obito, watching her in that condition, knew he had to continue tinkering with her mind — otherwise she might break completely, like Izumi Uchiha once had. That couldn't be allowed.
"Well done," Obito said. "You should know… at first, I was planning to toy with you, then kill Sasuke. After all, he might one day be a threat to me."
(Pfft, that emo could never, Obito thought privately.)
"Not to mention, I could've used his life to manipulate Itachi. But—"
Mikoto, whose eyes had been empty, suddenly caught onto that single word. Her lips moved weakly.
"But?"
Obito grinned wickedly beneath his mask.
"I found out you're more interesting than I imagined. As long as you can continue to amuse me… I don't mind thinking of Sasuke as my son too," he teased, his voice taking on a different, mocking edge.
Mikoto's breath hitched. The first line brought her a wave of relief. But the latter words… made her cheeks flush faintly.
She truly didn't want Sasuke to find himself a stepfather.
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