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Content Warning:
Contains emotional abuse and coercive manipulation, humiliation/degradation fetish themes, toxic dependency and trauma bonding, psychological domination, verbal degradation, forced submission dynamics, power-imbalanced sexual content, sadistic treatment tied to emotional vulnerability, and explicit master/servant roleplay with coercive undertones.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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"Anything? Then so be it." Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed.
Thud… bounce…
"Kyaaa…" she cried as she landed with a soft thud, her body bouncing slightly as she scrambled to gather herself. She didn't have much opportunity as he climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other teased her wet pussy.
"Aaahn… Kanzou-sama…" she moaned, biting her lips and arching her back from his touch as he traced his fingers along her folds and pinched her clit
"Fufu!" he laughed, plunging two of his fingers inside her at once and curling them against her inner walls.
Squelch… squelch…
"Mikoto, aren't you already dripping wet?" he mocked, thrusting his fingers faster and also pressing her clit. "Is this from licking my foot… or from my cock, hmm?"
She blushed, too ashamed to answer.
"I asked you a question, woman," he said darkly. "Give me an answer."
She trembled before stuttering it out. "F-from the time… I-I licked your feet…"
"From licking my feet? How pathetic of you, Mikoto," he snorted, pumping his fingers again and making her tremble and moan. Then he pressed on coldly, "What do you think Tadayoshi-sama would say if he learned that his precious, graceful granddaughter, whom he raised with love and care, hoping she would live with dignity and respect, gets wet just from licking a man's feet, hmm…?"
"W-well… haannn…" Mikoto's blush deepened as more shame washed over her. Her grandfather had raised her to be a dignified woman, and yet here she was, doing something so shameful and undignified… sucking on a man's feet… Moreover, she is getting horny from it…
'I-it's as if… I-I'm a w-w-whore…!'
The thought made her want to curl into a corner and disappear.
'N-no… I'm not… definitely not a w-whore,' she insisted desperately. A whore did these things for anyone who paid her, but she wasn't like that. She was only doing this for Kanzou, and there was no payment involved. That alone meant she wasn't a whore… she couldn't be.
And yet… she couldn't deny being a very shameless woman.
"If your Sofu-sama learned what kind of woman you've become," Kanzou whispered as he leaned close to her ear, "he'd be disappointed in you, wouldn't he?"
Mikoto trembled and didn't deny it. He probably would be disappointed; he would see her as shameless, far from the dignified woman he had raised her to be.
The thought made her hate herself, and she didn't want that. She didn't want to despise who she was becoming. With tears welling in her eyes, she begged him softly, "Kanzou-sama… please… please don't say things like that… I-I'm only like this… only for you…"
Kanzou scoffed, unconcerned by her plea, and pressed on. "Mikoto… do you really think a shameless woman like you deserves to be the wife of the Uchiha Patriarch?"
As he asked the question, he increased the pace of his fingers inside her pussy, causing the wet sounds to grow louder and more insistent.
Squelch… squelch…
"T-this… hannnn… I… unnnn… I…" she tried to answer, but no words came. All she could do was moan helplessly as his fingers continued to violate her.
Though she couldn't help but think in her mind, 'Does a shameless woman like me… really deserve to be the wife of the Uchiha Patriarch?'
She had been raised and groomed for that role her entire life, but now, as she realized just how shameless she had become, doubt gnawed at her. She wasn't sure anymore if she was worthy of it.
And yet… she still wanted it.
She still wanted to be his wife, even as she found herself desperately clinging to the hope that he wouldn't cast her aside at all.
"Even you aren't sure," he said with a wicked smirk. "That means my suspicion was right. Considering how shameless you are, you really don't deserve to be my wife. Well… It's not as though you're worthy of that role right now anyway. In the end, this conversation is pointless, because I really should throw you away."
She shook her head frantically. "No… please don't do that…" Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "I… I'll do anything. I'll even serve you for the rest of my life. Just… please don't throw me away…"
"Oh… you're even willing to serve me for the rest of your life?" He raised an eyebrow.
She nodded immediately. "Y-yes… I'll serve you for the rest of my life. I'll be your servant, anything. Just please… please don't discard me. I don't know what I'd do if you did…"
'Maybe I really should discard her,' he thought, noting how desperate she seemed. 'That might even awaken her Mangekyō Sharingan.'
But it was only a passing thought. There was still another way to push her toward awakening those eyes, her grandfather, Tadayoshi. As long as that path remained, there was no need to discard her yet. If she failed to awaken them through him, then he could consider it. Until then, there was no reason to dwell on it.
Pushing the thought aside, he asked, "You're even willing to be my servant? You want to be my maid?"
She bit her lip, a brief hesitation crossing her face. What she truly wanted was to be his wife, but if that wasn't possible, she could accept being his maid instead. She nodded. "I… I'll be your maid, Kanzou-sama. I'll be anything you want me to be…"
"Fufu… is that so?" he chuckled, clearly amused. "Then how about you be my maid for tonight? If I like it, I suppose I won't throw you away and keep you around."
Uchiha Mikoto, the mother of Itachi and Sasuke… as his maid. The idea itself was intriguing enough for him to consider not throwing her away.
"O-okay then, I'll be your maid," she nodded, her expression thick with shame as she said softly, "P-please treat me… haaahhnn… well, Goshujin-samaaaa~"
Hearing Mikoto call him 'Goshujin-sama' the way a maid would, made Kanzou's mind go blank for a moment. His fingers stopped pumping inside her, freezing mid-motion.
The pause gave Mikoto a chance to catch her breath, "Haaahn… haaah… aaahnnn…" but the sudden stillness from him confused her. She looked up at him cautiously. "Kanzou-sama?"
"Call me 'Goshujin-sama,'" Kanzou ordered, his hair falling forward to shadow his eyes, making it difficult for Mikoto to read his expression.
But she nodded, following his order as she repeated softly, "G-Goshujin-sama?"
At those words, Kanzou grit his teeth and leaned in close, staring into her eyes with a dark intensity, "Mikoto!!!"
"H-hai?" She faltered, stunned by his reaction. He looked angry, which she didn't expect him to be at all.
'I… I didn't do anything wrong, did I?'
Anxiety twisted in her chest. She had done nothing more than follow his order, yet he looked angry. She couldn't understand why.
Then Kanzou spoke, his voice low. "There was no hesitation at all."
"A-ah…" Realization struck her suddenly. 'Because I didn't hesitate… that's why he's angry? S-should I have hesitated?'
She felt she should have. After all, Kanzou enjoyed humiliating and degrading her. Yet the way she had immediately called him 'Goshujin-sama' hadn't made her feel humiliated at all, and she wondered if that lack of shame had angered him instead.
Unaware of her thoughts, he continued, his gaze locked onto hers. "You didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. That's not like you, Mikoto…" His expression twisted into something unhinged, jealousy laced with madness. "Why didn't you hesitate? Why, huh? Are you already used to calling someone Goshujin-sama? Who is it?"
She blinked, realization dawning. His anger wasn't because she hadn't felt humiliated; it was the idea that she might be accustomed to calling someone else 'Goshujin-sama.'
That thought was intolerable to him.
'K-Kanzou-sama… h-he's jealous!' A strange sweetness bloomed in her chest. Even though you say you don't care about me at all, even though you call me worthless… you're lying, aren't you?
After all, if she truly meant nothing to him, if she were completely worthless, why would he feel jealousy at all?
And she was right, he was jealous. After all, Mikoto belongs to him. He owns her, she is his canary living in a cage that he owns. She can only live as per his whims, and she can only recognize him as her master.
Even if he were to throw her away, he'd still be her master and she won't ne allowed to have anyone like that in her life… yet, there seems to be someone whom she calls 'Goshujin-sama'!
How could there be anyone else she addressed with such intimacy and submission? It had to be him. It could only be him.
"Why are you silent?" he snapped.
He slapped her pussy, jolting her out of her thoughts. She whimpered, but he didn't stop. His fingers pinched her clit sharply, pressing down as he demanded, "Who did you call 'Goshujin-sama' before? Huh? Answer me!"
She bit her lip, pain flaring through her clit as fear crept in. And, under his piercing gaze, she answered honestly.
"W-while in the capital… working as Daimyō-sama's guard… I… I often took on the role of a maid…" She paused, a moan slipping out as the pressure built in her clit, and she wanted him to release her clit since it was hurting, her… but looking into his abyss-like eyes, she realized that he'd not do it unless she gave a proper explanation, so she could only continue breathlessly. "Blending in… blending in was easier that way. Haaahnnn… When I acted as a maid, people rarely suspected I was a kunoichi… i-it was for work… that's all…"
"So… the one you used to call 'Goshujin-sama' before me," he asked, releasing her clit, "was the Daimyō?"
As the pressure eased, Mikoto relaxed slightly and nodded. "Y-yes… it was f-for protecting Daimyō-sama… and completing the Clan's mission assigned to me… t-that's all…"
"Is that so?" he said, his expression easing slightly as he understood why she hadn't hesitated. It came from her past work as one of the guardian twelve, and she was used to calling Daimyō as 'Goshujin-sama'. Still, the understanding didn't fully calm his jealousy. "Did that Daimyō, or anyone from his family, or anyone in the capital, touch you while you acted as a maid?" he asked.
Mikoto's eyes widened, and she shook her head immediately. "N-no… nobody did. You're the one who took my virginity… remember… and you're also the first man who ever touched me like that. I-I was very careful…"
After all, she had been betrothed to Fugaku. She had made certain no one crossed that line. That kind of vulnerability might have been unavoidable for an ordinary maid in high society, but Mikoto wasn't ordinary. She was a kunoichi, with a noble upbringing and an Uchiha at that. Normal men (non-shinobi) couldn't approach her so easily, and the capital was filled mostly with men like that… Even the people from the Daimyo's family are the same normal people.
And while someone from Daimyō's family could have tried to use their status to intimidate her, the name Uchiha alone inspired fear; no one would dare touch her without her consent.
Hearing this, Kanzou exhaled slowly, the tension finally easing from his body. Even so, he remained displeased at the thought of her calling that Daimyō 'Goshujin-sama.' "One of these days," he said darkly, "I'm going to cut off that damn Daimyō's neck."
Such words amounted to outright treason. After all, the Daimyō is the ruler of the nation.
But such words out of Kanzou's mouth weren't unsurprising to Mikoto, as she feels that he really dares to not only say such a thing, but even do so.
And, she also understood why he felt that way. After a brief hesitation, she asked softly, "Kanzou-sama… a-are you really that jealous?"
Kanzou snorted not giving her an answer and shoved his fingers back into her pussy, "All you need to care about is be a good maid and please me… because if you don't… then I'll throw you away…"
"H-hai, Kanzou-sama …" she moaned out as her back arched again…
"Call me 'Goshujin-sama' like a maid would…" he barked, scissoring his fingers…
"U-understood, Goshujin-sama~" she answered honestly as her breath quickened from the sensations his fingers were giving her…
Kanzou nodded in satisfaction and pumped his fingers faster.
Squelch… squelch…
Mikoto's body pulsed as she drew closer and closer to her peak. She sighed in pleasure, looking up at him. "Goshujin-sama … I… I'm about to… to…"
"Cum?" he asked.
"Y-yes… I'm about to cum…" she admitted, her hips bucking instinctively, retreating and pressing into his fingers as she chased the approaching release.
"And do you want to cum?" he continued, scissoring his fingers inside her.
"Yes… haaann… aaahnn… please make me cum… hnnn…" She nodded immediately, her aroused expression igniting a sharp desire in him. He had the urge to ravage her immediately.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, Kanzou suddenly stopped. A wicked smirk crossed his face as he withdrew his fingers from her.
"N-no…" she whimpered, feeling the abrupt absence of her fingers as the release that was only a few pumps away seemed distant now.
Kanzou only smiled, slowly tracing his wet fingers along the sensitive folds of her pussy, sending mind-numbing sensations through her. But those teasing caresses weren't enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip and shifted her hips, trying to guide his fingers back inside, certain that even one or two thrusts would make her cum. She wanted that release desperately, but he denied her, withholding that final mercy.
"Goshujin-sama …" she whined out, wanting to complain to him that he was bullying her.
"Fufu… Mikoto," he mocked softly. "Do you really think a worthless, shameless maid like you deserves to cum?"
"I… I… I want to cum…" she said, unsure what else to say. Did a worthless, shameless maid deserve to cum? She didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to, wanted him to make her cum.
"P-please, Goshujin-sama…" she begged softly, asking for that one mercy.
He had no intention of granting it. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices, and brought them to her lips. "Here… taste yourself."
She obeyed immediately, already accustomed to tasting herself at his insistence.
Slurp… slurp…
As she sucked on his fingers, her tongue rolling around them, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, still silently begging him to let her cum.
Slurp... slurp... mmm...
But Kanzou only watched her with a cruel glint in his eyes, refusing to give in. The sight of her pleading gaze, her tongue working diligently around his fingers, cleaning every trace of her own juices, only fed his sadistic pleasure.
"Not yet," he murmured, shaking his head. He suddenly pinched her tongue and tugged it out.
"Goshujin-yamaaa…" she whined, her words slurred and barely intelligible.
He chuckled softly. "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. Having her tongue pulled out like that was not only painful, but it was also very shameful, and it made her acutely uncomfortable.
"That's good," he said with satisfaction, clearly relishing her discomfort. He scolded her coldly, "This is your punishment for wanting to cum even after I, your Goshujin-sama, told you that you couldn't. And more than that, you're desperately chasing your own orgasm without caring about me at all. What kind of maid prioritizes her own pleasure over her master's?"
She blushed deeply, realizing that he was right. If she were his maid, then her master's pleasure should come before her own. "F-fogibe beee…" she murmured with difficulty.
"Humph," he snorted, "It seems I must educate you properly…" Then, gathering saliva in his mouth, he let it drip onto her exposed tongue.
Drip…
The saliva slid along her tongue and into her mouth as he released it, then pushed his fingers back between her lips. "Be a good maid, and keep sucking," he ordered.
Ashamed but obedient, she nodded and lapped at his fingers, swallowing his saliva as she cleaned them thoroughly, until he finally pulled them free with a wet pop.
Pop...
"Haaah… haaah…" she gasped as saliva dripped from his finger, streaking her face. Her eyes remained glazed, fixed on his hand, craving the feel of those fingers inside her again. Her body ached from the denied release, her pussy throbbing emptily with need.
It's just that… as a maid, she couldn't ask for that outright. Not without first serving his pleasure. So she chose her words carefully.
"G-Goshujin-sama… please… please use me for your pleasure…"
"Mikoto… you sly cat," he chuckled, immediately catching her intent. She still wanted to cum, but now she was asking for his cock instead, framing it as a way to please him.
Shifting his position, he slapped his cock against her slick entrance, drawing out wet, obscene sounds.
Thwap… thwap…
"Haaan… hhaaan…" she moaned. Each slap sent her closer to the edge, but it still wasn't enough. Desperation crept into her voice. "Goshujin-sama… yes… put it inside me… use me…"
"I'll put it inside your pussy when I want to," he said coldly, teasing her entrance with the tip, sliding it along her slick folds without entering.
Schlick... schlick...
"Aaahn… d-don't tease me…" she begged, lifting her hips desperately, trying to take him inside.
"Are you ordering me now?" he snorted, clenching her cheeks tightly. "I'll tease you as much as I want, understand?"
"H-hai…" she nodded, fear flickering through her.
"Hmm…" he hummed. Gathering saliva in his mouth once more, he let it drop into hers and instructed, "Play with it and show me."
She obeyed, swirling his saliva in her mouth and, from time to time, extending her tongue to show it was still there.
Meanwhile, their bodies kept grinding together as she tried desperately to take him in. He refused to budge, denying her the penetration she craved and edging her deliberately while slowly rolling his hips forward, continuing to slide his cock along the folds of her vagina, dragging it between them, coating it in her juices, and making it glisten and drawing helpless whines from her with every denied attempt.
This continued for a while until she felt more and more desperate. "Goshujin-sama… I-I can't take it anymore…" she said, on the verge of tears.
"Really?" he asked, clearly amused by her tormented expression.
"Unn…" she nodded, hoping he would finally put it in.
"Well then… if you want my cock that badly," he drawled, "how about you me beg for it like a good maid?"
"P-please, Goshujin-sama… give this worthless, shameless maid of yours what she desires… make me cum… make me cum with your big, hard penis…" she begged at once, too aroused to care about shame, too desperate to cling to any dignity.
"Fufu… since my maid wants it so much…" he said, and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one brutal motion.
Plakk!
"Aaaahnnn… Goshujin-sama!" she cried at once as her walls clamped tightly around him. The sudden fullness pushed her straight over the edge. "C-cummingggg…" she wailed, her body trembling as her back arched and her pussy gushed with release that had been building up for a while…
Squelch… gushhhh…
Juices sprayed out, soaking not only the bedsheets but both of their bodies as well.
"Fufu…" Kanzou chuckled, drawing his hips back in preparation for the next thrust.
"Goshujin-sama… I… I'm too sensitive…" she gasped, breath coming fast and uneven.
"So what?" he snorted. "Do you think I care?" Without waiting, and without regard for the fact that she was still in the middle of her climax, he slammed his hips forward again and kept fucking her straight through her orgasm.
Plakk... plakk... plakk...
Her breasts bounced with each impact, moans spilling from her lips uncontrollably. "Haaann... you're going so deep... yes-yess... just like that… hnnn… do me Goshujin-samaaaaa… use this worthless maid as you want…"
"Of course, I am going to use you… after all, you're my canary, and you are also my maid… you exist not only for my entertainment, but also to serve me… and it should be your greatest pleasure to be used by me…" he growled, angling to hit her sensitive spot over and over.
"Y-yes… Goshujin -sama… hnnnggg… b-being used by you… it makes me happy," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm telling the truth… I'm not unhappy at all… not unhappy… haaah…" Tears of frustration and pleasure blurred together as the tension inside her tightened unbearably.
"I'm glad you understand that," he snorted, driving even deeper. He slammed into her repeatedly, ramming her cervix until she melted completely.
"It feels so good… Goshujin-sama, I'm going crazy…" she moaned, barely able to keep her thoughts straight.
"Then go crazy," he replied, feeling her inner walls flutter around him as her body begged for another release. This time, he didn't edge her. Before she could fully register that she was about to climax, he commanded, "Cum now, Mikoto. Show me how happy you are to be driven crazy by me."
The command shattered her instantly. "C-cumming… aaaahnnn! I'm so happy… haahnnn… I'm very-very happy to be driven… uuunnnn… c-crazy by you, Kanzou-sama…"
Gushhh… squelch… gushhh…
Her juices spilled around his cock, soaking them both again as she convulsed, her vision blurring under the rush of ecstasy.
Once again, Kanzou didn't slow down. He kept thrusting through her climax, pushing her pleasure into overstimulation as he drove himself closer to his own release.
Plakk… plakk…
"Hnnn… t-too much…!" she gasped, starting to struggle as the overstimulation burned her and she felt she needed soms rest.
"I'm not stopping or slowing down until I fill you up," he warned coldly.
"I-it's okay… haahnnn… keep going… don't worry about me… hnnn… use me… use this worthless maid as much as you want… this is all I am good for…" she said, nodding as she surrendered to the rhythm.
"Fufu… that's what I wanted to hear…" he laughed, releasing the hands he had pinned above her head as he leaned down and thrust powerfully.
"Haan… Goshujin-sama…" she wailed, wrapping her arms around his back and raking her nails down his skin.
Plakk… plakk… plakk…
Within minutes, he felt his release cresting and growled, "Fuck… I'm about to cum, Mikoto…"
"Hai… do it… haaah… do it inside me, Kanzou-sama… aaahhnn… fill me with your precious seed…" she urged, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips as he drove forward in a brutal thrust.
"Then… Take it… all of it like a good maid," he snarled.
Spurt… spurt… spurt!
He filled her with a hot, thick release.
"I… I can feel it… It's so warm… Goshujin-sama's thick semen… it's filling me up," she cried out. The feeling of his semen filling her up pushed her to her peak again as she came for the umpteenth time, "Aaaaahhnnnn c-cumminggg… Goshujin-samaaaaa… I am cumming… cumming from having your warm semen fill me up…! Iyaaaaannnnn~"
Squelch… squelch… gussshhh…!!!
Spurt… spurt…!
After releasing several more pulses, leaving her slick and soaked as the excess spilled out and dripped onto the sheets, he groaned and collapsed over her.
"Haaah… haaah…"
They both panted heavily, reeling from the orgasm. Their fingers intertwined as she kept her legs wrapped around him.
His weight made it hard for her to breathe; she felt almost crushed beneath him, yet she didn't mind. The suffocating pressure of his weight, rather than making her feel uncomfortable, brought her a strange, calming sense of relief as she kept enjoying this suffocation.
After a while… as she noticed his breathing return to normal, in a soft hopeful voice, she asked him, "Goshujin-sama… did I do well? Did I please you?"
"Yeah… you did," he replied, nodding as he whispered into her ear.
"T-then… you won't discard me, right?" she asked, clinging to the hope of a favorable answer.
"Fufu…" He chuckled, lifting his head to look down at her. "Mikoto, you really want to keep living with me… even if I only keep you as a maid?"
"Eventually… I hope I can become worthy of marrying you… But…" she hesitated before continuing, "even if that never happens… I-I don't want to go anywhere. S-so please… please don't kick me out. Even if you only keep me as your maid… please let me stay yours…"
"Hmm… very well," he said at last, patting her cheek. "Marriage and such, we'll talk about that once you become worthy enough. Until then… I suppose I'll keep you here, just as you want." His lips curved faintly. "Imprisoned in this place. And now, you won't just be my canary… you'll be my maid as well."
Her eyes brightened as tears of relief spilled over. "Unn… yes… yes, please… keep me imprisoned here… don't throw me away…"
Seeing her cry like that from relief at being a canary and a maid, he became erect again. Mikoto noticed immediately and said softly, "Goshujin-sama… you're hard again…"
"Hmm… you know me," he replied with a smirk. "I'm not easily satisfied... We'll be going for another round."
"T-then… this time… let me do it, let this maid serve her Goshujin-sama," she said with a blush.
"You want to take charge?" he asked.
She shook her head, "I don't wish to take charge… I only wish to serve you…"
"Very well, then." He nodded, and while keeping his length buried inside her, he shifted their positions, lying on his back while she settled on top of him.
Digging his fingers into her ass, he gave his command. "Go on then, my beautiful maid Mikoto… Bounce this ass of yours and make your Goshujin-sama cum in your unworthy pussy."
"I… I understand. I'll try my best, Goshujin-sama~" she said with a nod as she lifted herself slightly, and taking a squatting position, she braced both her hands on her knees as she began bouncing on his cock, steadily driving him toward the edge.
Plakk… plakk…
"That's it, Mikoto… you are doing great…" he groaned in satisfaction…
"Aaahn… Goshujin-sama… Goshujin-sama… Goshujin-sama… Kanzou-sama… your big hard penis… it's going inside me… it's ravaging me so thoroughly… I am losing my mind… haaannnn~"
Plakk… plakk… plakk…
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Meanwhile, in Sora-ku, elsewhere in the Land of Fire—
Chiaki had already closed the shop and was preparing dinner, unease lingering in her thoughts. 'They're already so late… those two… they aren't planning to spend the night outside, are they?'
She wasn't worried about her daughter's safety. With Yoru accompanying Misaki, Chiaki trusted that Misaki could always escape using reverse summoning if things went wrong. Still, another concern gnawed at her, the possibility that Misaki simply wouldn't return tonight.
Just as she was dwelling on that thought, she heard approaching footsteps.
The area was especially quiet at night, and sounds carried farther than usual. That was why she could hear them clearly, all the way from the kitchen.
'But… it's just one person?' she frowned and stiffened at once, alert, but her vigilance quickly faded as familiar, irritating banter reached her ears.
"Hey… Ojii-san… is this really how you carry a lady?"
"All I see is an annoying brat. If you have such a problem with it, walk on your own."
"I sprained my ankle, didn't I? Otherwise, do you think I'd need an old man like you to carry me?"
"Which is exactly why I say you're a brat. What kind of ninja ends up spraining their leg?"
"That's your fault! I helped you kill that ninja quickly. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have sprained my ankle!"
"I never asked for your help. I could've handled him myself. You were just being a nuisance."
"What an ungrateful old man! I help you, and instead of thanks, I get treated like this? Humph! I'm telling Kanzou-sama that you're unbearable!"
"Yeah, yeah… whatever."
At that point, Chiaki already knew who it was. She stepped outside and saw Kakuzu approaching, carrying her daughter Misaki by the collar on his back like an oversized bag. Misaki continued complaining the entire time, while Yoru walked alongside them, clearly amused.
Once inside, Kakuzu unceremoniously tossed Misaki onto the sofa.
"Hey—!" she protested.
He ignored her and spoke flatly to Chiaki instead. "She sprained her ankle. She needs first aid."
With that, he turned and headed toward his room without another word. As for giving her first aid, that wasn't his business.
"Kakuzu-san," Chiaki called after him, "aren't you going to have dinner?"
"Dinner?" He paused, then shook his head. "No need."
"That won't do," Chiaki replied calmly. "I already prepared food for both of you. It would be a waste if you didn't eat."
"…Waste?" The word made him stop. Kakuzu disliked waste, food, money, and anything. After a brief pause, he relented. "Fine."
Chiaki smiled. "Then go wash up. I'll set the table."
"Fine," he replied, leaving.
Once he was gone, Chiaki turned her attention to Misaki. "How did you manage to sprain your ankle?"
"Just a mistake," Misaki muttered, avoiding her mother's gaze.
"You weren't showing off, were you?" Chiaki pressed.
"No! Why would I do that?" Misaki denied quickly.
Unconvinced, Chiaki sighed. She was certain her daughter had been showing off in front of Kakuzu. As she scolded her, something Misaki half-listened to and promptly forgot, Chiaki also carefully wrapped and treated the injured ankle.
When she finished, Chiaki asked, "So where did the two of you go?"
"To get Ojii-san a heart," Misaki answered casually.
"A heart?" Chiaki raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Misaki nodded, though a shiver ran through her. The memory was still vivid: Kakuzu tearing a still-beating heart from the ninja they had fought and embedding it into his own body.
That image wasn't something she would forget anytime soon.
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Lemon is ongoing, so hurry up and drop your Power Stones!
Read ahead of public release on P atreon at: p-atreon.com/Knockturn_Alley
Check out Chapter illustrations on Pixiv: unhinged_uchiha
If you like this story, then you might also like my other story One Piece: The Incubus' Adventure. Give it a try.