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Content Warning:
Contains emotional abuse, coercive control, humiliation and degradation fetish themes, suicidal threats/self-harm implications, toxic dependency and trauma bonding, non-consensual power imbalance dynamics, psychological manipulation, verbal degradation, forced submission/pet-play elements, dacryphilia (arousal from crying), and explicit dominance-focused sexual acts intertwined with emotional coercion and fear of abandonment.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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"Go on. Pack your things and leave," Kanzou said coldly, shoving her toward the closet.
Mikoto didn't move.
She lowered her head and clenched her fists. Tears welled in her eyes, but she remained rooted to the spot. She refused to obey, refused to pack her things, refused to leave. She didn't want that, and she wasn't going to do it.
"Why are you just standing there in silence?" Kanzou demanded coolly. "Didn't I tell you to pack your things and leave?"
"I… I'm not going anywhere," she said at last, her voice choking as her body trembled and tears spilled down her cheeks.
She had already left her own home. There was nowhere else for her to go except here, to Kanzou's house. Of course, she knew that if she returned, her Sofu-sama would take her back without hesitation. In fact, she knew he would much rather have her home than be with Kanzou.
But she had already given everything of herself to Kanzou, and he had taken everything from her.
Now… she couldn't leave him.
"Why not?" Kanzou asked coldly. "Don't think for a moment that I'm holding you back. You're free to leave."
"I-it doesn't matter whether you're holding me back or not," she replied, fear tightening her chest. "T-this place… this is my cage… a-and I'm your c-canary. I… I don't want to leave."
Defying him like this took everything she had, yet she was doing it because she really didn't want to leave.
"Hmph," he snorted. "You think that just because you don't want to go, I'll keep you?" He shoved her aside, sending her falling onto the bed. Without sparing her a glance, he turned to the closet and began pulling out her clothes. "This is yours… and this…"
Seeing what he was doing, Mikoto's fear turned into desperate anger. She rushed toward him, trying to stop him from throwing out her things. "No… Kanzou-sama… please… please don't throw me away… I'm sorry… I apologize…"
He ignored her entirely, continuing to remove her clothes as he spoke in a flat, merciless tone. "Why are you apologizing? There's no need. You're unhappy with me, aren't you? And if you're unhappy being with me, then it makes no sense for you to live here, or to think about marrying me. So go. Pack your things… and leave. Right now."
"N-no… I'm happy… I am happy… I'm very happy being with you," she said. Even she didn't know whether she was lying or telling the truth anymore. All she knew was that she was desperate. If she failed to convince him now, she felt certain she would be discarded, and that very likely possibility terrified her.
Kanzou scoffed and shoved her away. "Don't touch me."
"Please… don't…" she cried as she fell onto the floor.
But he didn't even look at her and simply said, "I don't want an unhappy woman, one who doesn't like what I do to her, living in my house," and continued pulling her clothes from the cupboard, then tossing them aside, each movement driving her further into panic.
"I… I'm not unhappy," she sobbed. "I… I like what you do to me… so please…"
When he still didn't look at her, panic surged. Her mind raced desperately, searching for any way to make him stop…
With that thought, she abruptly reached for the kunai strapped to her thigh and drew it free and stood up while pointing the Kunai at his back as she warned him with a trembling voice, "I-if you throw me out, Kanzou-sama… i-if you make me leave… then I-I'll fight you to the death…"
The threat, combined with the feeling of the sharp edge of the kunai against him, made him pause. "You'd fight me to the death?" he asked.
That brief hesitation sparked hope in her. She nodded. "Y-yeah…" Wiping away tears with her free hand, she continued between ragged breaths, "S-so… let's stop this here. I don't want to fight you to the death. I want to be yours. I want to keep living in this cage and be your canary. So… please don't throw me away. Don't discard me…"
"Hah… is that so?" he replied coolly. "And you'd fight me to the death if I don't accept your terms?" He began to turn around.
"D-don't turn around… stay like that," she hissed, desperate for him to keep facing away.
But Kanzou ignored her and turned anyway. Mikoto couldn't bring herself to push the blade, even as he faced her directly.
His eyes settled on the kunai trembling in her grip, her Sharingan active, the blade aimed at him yet clearly unused, her fear and hesitation unmistakable.
Seeing her desperation and hesitation, Kanzou snorted. "So you'll fight me to the death?" He stepped forward without fear, the blade pressing into his chest as he stared at her coldly. "Go on, then. Let's see how far you're really willing to go."
Mikoto's heart hammered in her chest. She felt the sharp edge of the kunai bite into his skin, and the sensation horrified her. She didn't want to hurt him; realizing what she was doing made her recoil in fear. Still, she forced the words out, even as they caught in her throat. "I… I'm serious… I—I really will…"
Kanzou scoffed. "If you're serious, then do it. Kill me here and now, end this. You'd even get your revenge for what I did to you."
She trembled as she met his gaze, but found nothing there, no hesitation, no fear, only cold indifference. In that moment, she understood. He didn't care whether she fought him… or even whether she killed him.
No, there was something more unsettling beneath that indifference. A faint, masked desire for death.
He wasn't resisting at all. He stood there, completely open, as if inviting it. All she had to do was push the kunai a little further, and it would pierce his heart.
That realization made her shudder.
Fear seized her, and she stumbled back, pulling the kunai away from his chest as if burned. The thought that he might actually let her kill him, might even want it, terrified her.
"Haah… haah…" she panted, breathing hard.
"You don't have it in you," he snorted, sounding almost disappointed that she couldn't go through with it.
She bit her lip, accepting the truth. She neither had the courage nor the will to harm him, or to watch him die.
But that didn't mean this would end there.
'If that's how it is…' she thought.
Slowly, she turned the kunai away from him and pressed it against her own neck. "I… I don't dare to kill you," she said, her breathing growing ragged as her voice broke. "B-but I can still kill myself…"
She swallowed hard and forced the words out. "If you discard me… then I'll kill myself. If I leave this house… it will only be as a corpse, cold and lifeless."
"Haah… do you really think I'd care if you killed yourself?" Kanzou scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't overestimate your importance, Mikoto."
The words forced her to confront an ugly truth; he was right. Her importance… what importance did she really hold for him?
What was their connection, their bond?
Kanzou was her abuser, and she was his victim. Beyond that, there was nothing. They barely knew each other. Aside from the times he had fucked her because she caught his interest, there was no deeper link, no place she truly occupied in his life.
And the sex, did he lack it? Even if she died, he could replace her without effort. Another woman would take her place just as easily.
He could cast her aside without a second thought, and it wouldn't matter to him at all. Not tomorrow, within minutes. She had come to understand, painfully clearly, that he never lacked women willing to give him whatever he wanted.
Even that Yamanaka girl from the restaurant, someone who knew nothing about what he truly was, had looked at him as if she would gladly warm his bed if given the chance. And if she didn't do so willingly, he could simply force himself upon Fuyumi, just as he had done to her, leaving Fuyumi no choice if she wished to protect her family.
Kanzou wasn't just extraordinarily handsome. He was overwhelmingly powerful and strong enough to take whatever he desired without fearing consequences.
Against someone like him, the threat of suicide meant nothing.
Noticing the understanding dawn on her face, Kanzou smirked. "It seems you understand now, Mikoto. Your death wouldn't give you what you want."
She did understand, and that realization only made her cry harder as she felt utterly helpless, not knowing what else to do to stop him from discarding her.
The kunai slipped from her trembling fingers and clattered onto the tatami mats. She looked up at him helplessly, sobbing, pleading. "Kanzou-sama… please… please don't throw me away…"
Seeing her like that, Kanzou sighed and cupped her cheek. She immediately leaned into his touch, lifting her tear-filled eyes to his, clinging to the hope that he wouldn't discard her after all.
"Do you really not want me to throw you away?" he asked.
"Un…" she nodded, tears still streaming down her face.
"But didn't you say—" he began.
She shook her head quickly, cutting him off. "I'm not unhappy… I'm happy with you…"
"Is that so?" he asked.
She nodded again. "Un… it's true."
"But you know, Mikoto," he said calmly, "you wounded me with your words." His gaze hardened. "And a woman like you… is someone I should throw away."
She trembled with fear, but Kanzou continued calmly, "Since you truly don't want to be discarded, I suppose I'll give you a chance to apologize."
She nodded at once. She was willing, desperate, to apologize.
"So," he went on, "apologize in a way that convinces me you're not unhappy with what I do to you, with living with me and serving me. You need to persuade me. If you can't, I'll throw you out without a care." He paused, then asked, "Can you do that?"
She nodded immediately. "Y-yes… I can."
"Fine," he said, withdrawing his hand. He sat down on the bed, resting both hands on the edge as he looked at her. "Go on, then. Apologize, in a way that convinces me you're not unhappy with what I do to you."
She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do to convince him. Kanzou didn't rush her; he allowed her the time to struggle with her thoughts. After agonizing over it, only one option came to mind.
Suddenly, she began to strip.
Normally, undressing under his gaze filled her with shyness and shame, but tonight's desperation drowned out everything else. She removed her clothes piece by piece until only her bra, panties, and thigh-highs remained.
Then she sank to her knees, placed her hands on the floor, and bowed deeply in a dogeza, "Kanzou-sama… please… please forgive me." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke her words of apology, "I didn't mean to hurt you with my words. I'm not unhappy with you. I don't dislike what you do to me… I like it… I—I want it. Please… do more of that to me… do whatever you want with me… but please… please don't throw me out…"
Her voice broke as she continued to beg, shoulders shaking. "Please… I beg you… if you throw me out… I don't know what I'll do… so please… Kanzou-sama… please… please… wooo… please… I beg you… please…"
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He chuckled as he looked down at her kneeling before him, tears streaming as she begged. "Fufu~"
As a sadist with dacryphilia fetish, the sight of her tearful, desperate face pleased him greatly. Nearly naked, trembling, sobbing, yet desperately begging not to be discarded, the image stirred him, desire flaring unmistakably.
"Mikoto… Mikoto…" he murmured as he lifted his leg and brought his foot to her face, brushing against her skin.
She flinched, fearing a kick, but he spoke coldly. "Don't move."
"Hai…" She nodded quickly, freezing in place as he slowly caressed her face with his foot. The act filled her with humiliation and degradation, but being humiliated was still better than being thrown away, so she endured it with a flushed face.
Seeing that she didn't pull back despite her discomfort, Kanzou smiled. He moved his foot toward her mouth and ordered, "Kiss my feet."
She blinked, stunned, and looked up at him for confirmation. His reply was cold and firm. "I won't repeat myself."
"Y-you don't have to," she said quickly, fear tightening her chest. Afraid that even a moment of hesitation might anger him, she pressed her lips to his foot.
She kissed it again and again, leaving faint lipstick marks behind.
Chu… chu… smooch…
"Good," he said with a small nod, pleased, but not satisfied enough. "Now lick my feet. Show me your devotion. Prove that you're happy to do anything for me, even this."
"I… I will, Kanzou-sama," she said shakily. "J-just please… don't throw me away…"
She extended her tongue and began to lick his foot.
Lick… lap…
Wet sounds echoed through the otherwise silent room as Mikoto traced her tongue along his skin, obeying without resistance.
Kanzou watched her with a predatory gleam, the slow glide of her tongue sending a thrill through him. Tears continued to spill from her eyes, mingling with her saliva and leaving a glistening trail across his foot, an image that only heightened his arousal. The humiliation etched into her expression, the way her body trembled in submission, was intoxicating.
"Not bad," he murmured with clear approval.
The praise made her chest tighten with relief. Approval meant he was pleased—and if he was pleased, he wouldn't discard her.
But he still wasn't satisfied. "Don't hold back," he said calmly. "Suck on my toes."
"Hnn…" She nodded faintly. Drawing closer, she held his foot with reverent care and took his toes into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them as she sucked gently. She lifted her eyes to gauge his reaction, and when she saw the faint smile of satisfaction on his face, some of her fear eased. The shame was overwhelming, but she endured it, moving from one toe to the next.
Slurp… slurp…
One by one, she licked and sucked each toe with careful attention.
Kanzou smiled. "Don't forget between the toes," he said. "Show me how much you enjoy serving me."
"H-hai…" she replied at once. Parting his toes with trembling fingers, she leaned closer and darted out her tongue, licking obediently at the spaces between them. Each stroke grew more deliberate than the last, as if she were trying to prove her sincerity through her devotion.
Slurp… slurp… lick…
The sounds of her obedience filled the room, mingling with her soft whimpers. Her face burned with shame, but the fear of being discarded drove her onward.
"Good… that's it," Kanzou murmured, shifting his foot just enough to make her follow it. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and tugged her closer. "Now the sole. Clean it properly."
She nodded faintly, tears dripping onto his skin as she obeyed. Her tongue dragged slowly along the underside of his foot.
Slurrp… slurrp… haaah…
Her body trembled. The humiliation twisted into something darker, a reluctant heat blooming between her thighs, but she ignored it and continued. She licked and cleaned his foot with the obedience of a servant, like a pet attending its master.
And in that moment, it felt fitting. She was the canary, his pet, and he was the owner of the cage she lived in. Her master. Her owner.
Cleaning the foot of her master… it felt exactly as it should.
"Mmm… that's better. You're doing well," Kanzou said, releasing her hair as he leaned back slightly on the bed. His free hand adjusted the growing bulge in his pants with casual ease. He could see the conflict written all over her, the heat staining her cheeks, her body tense yet obedient, and it only fed his sadistic pleasure. "Now the other foot. Don't stop until I tell you."
She moved without a word, her knees aching against the tatami mat as she shifted to his other foot, repeating the same motions with renewed desperation, kissing, licking, sucking gently at his toes, her tongue sliding between them before trailing along the underside.
As she finished cleaning his other foot, she whispered between licks, her voice hoarse from crying. "K-Kanzou-sama… please… am I… am I convincing you yet?"
"Maybe…" He chuckled darkly, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging her head back just enough to force her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide, mascara-streaked tears painting her face with raw vulnerability as she continued to serve him.
"What about you?" he teased, his thumb brushing her tear-soaked cheek. "Are you enjoying serving me? Kneeling there, licking my feet like a devoted pet… do you like it?"
"Y-yess… I like it," she answered between licks. "Please… let me do it more…"
Lick… slurp… chu…
"Hm… is that so?" Satisfied for the moment, Kanzou pulled his foot away, leaving her panting on the floor. But she barely had time to breathe before he stood, towering over her, and ordered her, "Get up on your knees."
"Y-yes…" she nodded and straightened, rising onto her aching knees without complaint. She stepped closer, already aware of what he wanted. Her hands reached for his waistband, and without waiting to be told, she tugged his pants down.
His hardened cock sprang free and slapped against her cheek.
Thwap.
She didn't flinch or gasp. She simply let it strike her face as she looked up at him.
"Hm… you've really learned how to please me," he said with a smirk, swinging his hips and letting it slap her a few more times.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
She didn't dodge. She endured the slaps from his cock without flinching.
"Do you like it when I slap you with my cock?" he asked.
"I… I like everything you do to me," she replied, cheeks flushed. "E-even this…"
"In that case…" he smirked, gripping himself at the base before striking her again and again, only stopping once he felt satisfied.
"Fufu… your cheek's all red from being slapped by my cock," he mocked, resting his length against her face, right between her eyes.
Feeling the heat and hardness so close, she lifted her gaze to him, asking for permission, "K-Kanzou-sama… m-may I?"
He nodded at once, guiding her head forward with his hand. "Yes. Suck it. Prove your apology."
Without hesitation, she parted her lips, taking him in slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Slurp... chu... mmm...
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, the wet sounds echoing in the bedroom as her saliva coated his cock.
"Fuck… Mikoto," Kanzou groaned. "Even though you're useless and insignificant, you're still good at sucking my cock. Maybe that alone is reason enough not to throw you away."
His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
Gluck… gluck… slurp…
Tears mixed with saliva as she gagged faintly, but she didn't pull back. If staying with him meant clinging to him through this, through being useful in this way, then she didn't mind. If this was what kept her from being discarded, she would endure it.
More than that, she told herself she would get better at it.
Her eyes flickered with desperation and need as she sucked more eagerly, swallowing him down again and again, determined to prove her worth however she could.
Her desperation and desire only fueled him. He guided her rhythm with his grip, thrusting gently into her mouth until he finally released, groaning, "Gaaah… I'm cumming… take it all… don't you dare spill a single drop."
"Hnn…" she whimpered as she felt him empty himself into her mouth.
Spurt… spurt…
Warm fluid flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and throat. She swallowed reflexively, careful not to waste even a drop, terrified that displeasing him would cost her everything.
Spurt…
The taste overwhelmed her, but she took it all, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, silently seeking approval.
"G-good girl," Kanzou panted, holding her in place until he was finished. He withdrew slowly with a wet sound.
Pop…
Strings of saliva clung to her lips and dripped down her chin as she gasped for air, chest heaving. Still, she licked her lips clean, deliberately swallowing the remnants as if to show her gratitude.
"K-Kanzou-sama… d-did I… did I do well?" she asked hoarsely, breathless and desperate for his approval.
He smirked, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb before pressing it against her lips. "Well enough. But don't think that's all. I am still not satisfied."
She nodded. "Hai… please use me more… use me as much as you want…"
"Well then," he said, pulling her up, "get rid of your bra and panties. Oh—but keep the thigh-highs."
"I… I understand," she replied. Her hands moved behind her back as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tightening, whether from the cool air or the intensity of his gaze, she couldn't tell.
The urge to hide them rose instinctively.
"Don't hide them," he said. "Let me see. They're mine to toy with, aren't they?"
Her face flushed as she nodded, "Yes… they're yours to do as you please," and lowered her hands from her chest.
"Hmm…" satisfied with her answer, he began to toy with her tits meanwhile, she reached for her panties, hooking her thumbs into the elastic and sliding them down her legs.
She stepped out of them and stood bare except for her black thigh-highs.
Feeling his gaze on her vagina, she felt the instinctive urge to hide herself, especially the wetness between her thighs. But she didn't. It belonged to him, too, and she left herself exposed beneath his scrutiny.
"Good girl," he said as he released her breasts, then began circling her like a predator. His hand trailed lightly over her skin, brushing her arm, skimming her waist, dipping lower to tease between her thighs without quite touching.
She gasped, her body shivering with a mix of anticipation and dread. "Kanzou-sama…" she whimpered, her voice pleading. "I… I'll do anything."
He stopped in front of her and tipped her chin up with his fingers. "Anything? Then so be it." Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed.
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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