Naruto: Unhinged Uchiha

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Carrying Mikoto in his arms, Kanzou arrived at her bedroom.

Mikoto's bedroom was perfectly neat and clean, with everything arranged exactly where it should be—without a trace of dirt or disorder anywhere. Kanzou nodded appreciatively at the woman in his arms. "As expected of your room, Mikoto-san…"

But hearing Kanzou's praise, Mikoto didn't feel proud or happy.

After all, Kanzou was invading her personal domain—her bedroom—and doing so against her wishes. She had agreed to let him in, but only because she had no other choice.

Of course, Kanzou didn't care whether Mikoto felt happy or unhappy hearing his praise. He ignored her wishes and focused on the issue before him.

"There's no bed here…" he said, looking down at her in his arms. "Don't you use a bed or something?"

Mikoto replied quietly and coldly, "I use a futon."

"I see…" murmured Kanzou, nodding to himself.

Unlike many Uchiha who prefer the traditional lifestyle and use futons, Kanzou opts for proper beds—not because he dislikes the traditional way of living, but because of being lazy… After all, using futons is a hassle. You have to lay them out every night and put them away in the cupboards every morning, which is inconvenient. Beds, on the other hand, are easier to use. But whatever…

"But we need bedding… otherwise, it'll be uncomfortable," Kanzou said as he set Mikoto down on her feet and ordered, "Prepare the bedding."

Mikoto could only scowl at him upon hearing the command.

Not only was Kanzou about to force himself on her, but he was also making her prepare the bedding for it. There's a limit to people's shamelessness—yet Kanzou seemed to have none.

Glaring at him coldly, Mikoto went to the cupboard to retrieve the futon. As she did, her eyes caught the kunai she always kept tucked beneath her pillow, resting alongside the bedding.

Looking at the kunai, a thought crossed her mind: 'If I kill him here… all my troubles would be over.'

Truly, if she ended Kanzou's life now, she would not only preserve her innocence and avoid the ordeal looming against her will. She would also eliminate a threat standing in the way of her fiancé.

She reached out toward the kunai, but stopped halfway, wondering, 'But could I really go through with it?'

Mikoto felt uncertain—not because she lacked the will to kill, but because of the vast difference in their strengths. She wasn't foolish enough to believe she stood a chance against the man behind her.

She fully understood that he was far stronger than she was—indeed, even Fugaku was completely helpless against him.

She knew her only chance against him was to use the element of surprise—attack when he least expected it and end his life. But the problem with surprise is that it's never guaranteed to succeed.

Given what was about to happen, the perfect opportunity should arise for her to deliver the killing blow, but…

'If I try to kill him but fail… the consequences would be disastrous,' she thought. She was certain that if her attempt failed, he would kill her grandfather in cold blood, and would probably do so right before her eyes.

If it were just her, she might have gone through with it—because even if she failed, only she would suffer the consequences. But with her grandfather in the picture, she felt far less confident.

Thinking of her grandfather's safety, Mikoto lost all her courage and withdrew her hand from the kunai.

Just then, Kanzou's voice came from behind her. "What's taking so long?" He reached out, wrapping his hands around her stomach from behind.

"N-nothing…" Mikoto stammered, freezing as she felt his grip tighten.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you, Mikoto-san?" Kanzou asked, bringing his face close to her ear and whispering in a low voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm not sure Tadayoshi-sama would be able to see the sun of tomorrow if his granddaughter keeps doubting her resolve to serve me today…"

"I… I'm not having second thoughts," Mikoto lied, feeling uncomfortable at his touch but not daring to resist. At the same time, her heart pounded loudly, fearing he'd notice the kunai she had buried there and realize what she had been thinking moments ago.

Truthfully, Kanzou had spotted the kunai and, with his sharp thinking, instantly figured out what had been going through Mikoto's mind moments ago. But since she hadn't dared to pick it up, he understood she had made her choice—not to oppose what was about to happen.

So, he decided not to press the matter and simply said, "Well, in that case, don't keep standing there with a dazed expression and hurry up with the bedding. I don't have all day, you know. Besides, we need to finish before Tadayoshi-sama returns. You wouldn't want him to find out what you're about to do with me, would you?"

After delivering the warning, Kanzou backed away, leaving Mikoto standing nervously. 'If Sofu-sama returns halfway through…' she thought, 'it'll all be over.'

Feeling the urgency, she quickly picked up the bedding and prepared the futon on the tatami mats. Then, turning to Kanzou, she said with a reluctant expression, "It's… It's ready, Kanzou-sama."

"In that case, let us begin… the first act of your downfall," Kanzou said, as he watched Mikoto lie down on the futon and climbed on top of her.

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Looking down at the woman beneath him, her eyes closed and her face carefully masking any discomfort despite being pressed beneath a man she neither chose nor accepted, Kanzou smiled. He traced his hand over her cheek, peering at her as he said, "Such beauty… It's truly wasted on trash like Fugaku."

From a distance, she always appeared incredibly beautiful, but up close, Kanzou had to admit she was even more stunning. Letting trash like Fugaku have her would truly be a waste.

Thankfully, Kanzou had set his sights on her—letting an exquisite delicacy like Fugaku claim her would have been an unforgivable loss.

Feeling his hand trace over her cheek, Mikoto opened her eyes and met Kanzou's gaze. As he praised her beauty, she didn't know what to say—her lips quivered, as if wanting to speak, but no words came.

Noticing her struggle, Kanzou shrugged and, with a devious smile, pressed his lips to hers, beginning to kiss her.

In that moment, Mikoto's eyes widened and her body froze. She had never been touched by a man—not even her fiancé—yet now her lips were stolen. It would have been different if she had wanted this, but she didn't.

Unsure of how to react, she remained still and tense, enduring the violation as a flood of thoughts filled her mind, all expressing how much she hated being in this situation.

'I don't want this…' she thought.

But Kanzou wasn't someone who cared about what others wanted. He cared only about what he desired, and right now, he wanted to ravish the woman beneath him. Holding her cheek in his hand, he began to kiss her hungrily.

Chu! Chu!

Wet sounds echoed through the room as Kanzou devoured her lips hungrily.

While his lips worked on hers, his hands were far from idle—they roamed over her body, reaching the swell of her chest. He squeezed and played with her breasts over her blouse for a few seconds before lifting it to expose her twin treasures beneath, a lustful smirk playing on his face.

Not wanting her dignity exposed, Mikoto's hand instinctively reached for the edge of her blouse, holding it tightly, stopping Kanzou from lifting it.

Seeing her resistance, Kanzou released her lips and looked up at her. Although he could have forcibly lifted her blouse, even if she resisted, he preferred that she let go herself. So he commanded, "Mikoto-san… let go of your hand."

"Ple… please… don't do this, Kanzou-sama…" Mikoto begged, her eyes filling with tears.

Kanzou smirked. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "If I stop now… Tadayoshi-sama's heartbeat will stop too."

At his whisper, Mikoto tensed again.

Kanzou added, "So, what will it be? Do you want me to stop… or do you want Tadayoshi-sama's heartbeat to stop? The choice is yours."

The choice was easy. Despite the reluctance and fear in her heart, her hand finally released the edge of her blouse.

Kanzou smirked. "You are indeed a smart woman, and I happen to like smart women." Praising her, he gently petted her cheek before reaching out for the edge of her blouse, pulling it up to her neck, exposing her breasts resting within the confines of her black lace bra.

Without hesitation, he pulled down her bra, fully exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes.

"Oh… look at that… you're surprisingly well-endowed," Kanzou murmured with a smile.

Normally, Mikoto didn't seem to have very large breasts, but that was likely due to her bra, which fully concealed her size. Now that Kanzou had pulled it down, everything was clear. Despite appearing somewhat flat at first glance, she was actually quite well-endowed.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped and perky, and considering her young age, they were soft and supple.

Most of all, her breasts seemed to possess a certain grace that matched Mikoto's temperament.

"Yes… as expected of Mikoto-san," Kanzou nodded with an approving smile.

But Mikoto wasn't in a state to feel pleased by the praise. Exposed like that to Kanzou, tears welling up in her eyes could no longer be contained and soon began to flow out.

Mikoto clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.

Yet all she could do was lie there helplessly as Kanzou lowered his head onto her breasts, beginning to play with them using his mouth and fingers.

He started with her left breast, carefully reaching out with his tongue to her nipple. Mikoto had puffy nipples, and Kanzou savored every detail. He licked her slowly and deliberately, swirling his tongue around it, enjoying the texture and warmth of her skin as he tried to provoke a reaction.

Lick… slurp… The wet sounds of his tongue sent a shudder through her, her body betraying her with a faint tremble.

But despite all that, Mikoto tried to remain rigid, pressing her lips tightly together. Her clenched fists tightened even more, the sting of her nails grounding her against the overwhelming violation.

Kanzou chuckled softly as he continued, his lips closing around her nipple. He sucked gently at first, then gradually increased the pressure.

His free hand roamed to her other breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh and tracing its contours with a possessiveness that made Mikoto's stomach churn.

The wet sounds of his mouth moving over her breasts filled the room, mingling with her shallow, uneven breaths… huff… huff…

Despite her mind screaming in protest, Mikoto's body betrayed her, slowly giving in to the pleasure.

'This isn't me,' she told herself, focusing on the ceiling and counting the wooden beams, trying to dissociate from the sensations overwhelming her.

'This is just… something I have to endure… mm~'

Yet the thought did little to dull the shame and burning sensation in her chest as moans began to escape her lips amid her shallow, uneven breaths. "Mm~ Nnn~"

Hearing those moans, Kanzou pulled back slightly with a smirk, "You're so sensitive, Mikoto-san…" Pressing and pulling her erect nipples between his fingers, he teased them as he added, "And as you can see, even if you try to hold back, your body's honest."

His voice dripped with mockery, as if her involuntary reactions were his victory.

Mikoto clenched her jaw, turning her tear-streaked face away. "Don't… say that," she whispered, her voice cracking. She hated how weak she sounded, how powerless she felt.

But what could she do?

Even when she tried not to feel anything, even when she tried to hide her reactions, she couldn't hold back…

Kanzou chuckled lightly, "Fufu~" and undeterred, shifted his attention to her other breast, repeating the same slow, torturous process.

His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing its hardness, while his hand continued to explore, sliding down her side, tugging at the waistband of her plum skirt. The fabric rustled as he pulled it lower, exposing the curve of her hip.

Mikoto's breath hitched, her body tensing further. "Kanzou-sama…" she began, her voice barely audible, a plea she knew would fall on deaf ears.

Kanzou paused, releasing her nipple from his lips and lifting his head to meet her gaze. "What's that, Mikoto-san? Were you saying something?"

His eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear playfully yet dangerously. "You don't happen to be opposed to this, do you?"

"N-no…" she replied, tears falling faster now, soaking the futon beneath her. She wanted to scream, to fight, to plunge the kunai into his heart—but the image of her grandfather's kind, weathered face held her back. She couldn't risk it.

"P-please… continue," she said.

Sensing her surrender, Kanzou's smirk widened. "Good girl," he said in a patronizing tone as he resumed his exploration, pulling her skirt down to her ankles before shifting his gaze to the area covered by her black panties.

"Ohoo… would you look at this…" Kanzou murmured with surprise and amusement as his hand reached for her vagina. The moment his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Mikoto flinched, instinctively pressing her legs together.

"Relax," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "You'll only make this harder for yourself and Tadayoshi-sama."

'Please forgive me, Fugaku-sama…'

After a brief struggle in her heart, she complied. With a blushing face filled with shame, she parted her legs wide open for Kanzou to explore freely—something the young Uchiha did without a shred of hesitation.

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[Note: As the R-18 scene, I will post that part separately, one of these days, as Chapter 8.5]

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