Chapter 66.5 » Mikoto Is Training Some Oral Skills! {+18}

In a photo room in Kirigakure.

Mikoto was staring at Yusuke, her teary eyes red with anger indicating how reluctant she was about what she was going to do.

'Why am I doing this?! I shouldn't!' Even though she had closed the door, she was still hesitantly standing there, her mind racing through the various things he would do to her there.

"Mikoto."

And then came that demonic voice in her ears, his voice cold and with a commanding tone, even though he had done nothing but call her name.

Walking to the sofa where he had sat down, she stood in front of him, not wanting to look directly into his eyes. She knew he had a disgusting smile on his face and that predatory look, with absolute certainty!

And thanks to her looking down, she clearly saw when his hands went to her legs and suddenly pressed a point on her knee.

"Kya!"

With a startled cry, she quickly knelt in front of him, and her jaw was caught by him, forcing her to be inches from his. As she faced those icy blue eyes, which seemed as deep as the sea and as sharp as a sword, her entire body froze.

"You've never done this before, right?" Even though he already knew the answer, Yusuke wanted to closely observe all the changes in her expressions.

"N-No." Mikoto answered, but felt a slight pressure on her cheek and corrected herself, "No, M-Master."

"So you're a pure girl, right?" He chuckled a bit to her displeasure and continued, "I couldn't expect less. What would the future patriarch think if his arranged wife was a violated woman? He would certainly trade you for another in the blink of an eye."

Hearing what he said, Mikoto immediately opened her mouth to retort that Fugaku wasn't that kind of man, but her previous disobediences had already left pain marked on her body, so she kept quiet. And, unfortunately, this gave her time to think about what he said. And, unfortunately again, she knew it was true.

But not that Yusuke was interested in extending this thought.

"Well, since that's the case..." He looked at her red lips, which seemed as tempting as a juicy strawberry, and smiled, "I can only peel this fruit slowly."

Without giving her time to react, he brought his lips closer and touched hers in a quick kiss.

Mikoto immediately widened her eyes and her mind went blank. Not because this was a happy moment, but quite the opposite. Yusuke had just stolen her first kiss!

It wasn't her future husband who did it! No, it was the Devil Butcher, the very devil from hell who did it!

With this experience that should be unique for a woman snatched away like this, Mikoto felt her anger intensify even more, and she wanted to kill this demon right there!

But just as she was about to do something, she felt a shock run through her entire body and...

"HMM~"

An involuntary moan escaped Mikoto's mouth as Yusuke claimed her lips once more, this time more intensely than before. Their lips moved together like crashing waves, rhythmically colliding.

‘No! Stop, please! I don't —’ She tried to protest, but her thoughts were cut short when his hand tangled in her hair and another shock coursed through her, "AAINN~"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Yusuke taunted, briefly pulling away from the kiss before diving back in, his tongue intertwining with hers without hesitation.

What he was doing to make her moan was the same principle as the electricity from the collar to make her suffer. The difference is that this shock came from the powers of his Devil Fruit, allowing him to control the intensity and location.

The intensity is weak, and the location is the pleasure nerves throughout her body, which received a fine shock of pleasure all at once.

Even though Mikoto wanted nothing less than to destroy this man in front of her, still all that was happening to her was that her mouth was completely taken by him, these shocks of pleasure leaving her completely powerless every time she tried to pull away or bite him.

Finally, after a few more seconds like this, Yusuke pulled away, leaving her a mess of heavy breathing and pleasure agitations. The slightly wet carpet beneath her revealed that it wasn't just him who felt good in this.

Mikoto, who took some time to recover, regained control of her breathing and looked at him fiercely. Her eyes, which wanted to fill with tears for having lost her first kiss to this devil, revealed the anger she felt about it.

Not to mention that she was even angrier with herself for feeling something... good!

'Why am I feeling this way?! No, I don't want to feel this!' Inwardly she was shaking her head from side to side, denying any other type of feeling besides the negative ones she felt.

And seeing her with all this conflict, Yusuke began the second (or third?) part of the photo session, which was certainly the best.

"Here, put this on." He handed her a hair tie and gave it to her.

"What is this?" After hesitating a little bit, Mikoto asked as she took the hair tie, but she held out her hand and waited, but Yusuke didn't do anything else. Soon she corrected herself again, "What is this, master?"

"Tie your hair in a ponytail. It'll be easier for me."

Finally understanding what he meant, she again felt her body tremble with fear. This whole kissing situation, whether she wanted to admit it or not, had taken her mind off the most humiliating part of all this.

So, without ceremony, she decided to get it over with at once. If she was going to go through hell, she might as well run through it!

Tying her hair into a ponytail, she remained kneeling before him.

"You can begin, I don't have all day." Yusuke pointed to the area between his legs and made her hurry with an indifferent voice.

"Yes, master." Mikoto nodded and took a deep breath.

Her hands went to that area and she grabbed the edge of his pants, starting to pull them down. In her mind, all she hoped was that whatever he had there would be laughable, so small that it would make this humiliating situation seem hilarious, at least a little.

'If it's really small, maybe that's the reason for his arroganc-'

But, to her shock so great that her mouth opened involuntarily, it was not small at all. In fact, it was so large that when freed from its constraints, that shaft rose until it was close to her face, and she even had to look up to see the head.

'This size... it's not normal...' Even without any object for comparison, she was almost certain that this... thing... in front of her was unusually big, 'Not to mention this strange smell...'

"Begin."

"Y-yes." Being pressured by him, Mikoto could only set aside her surprise and start working.

Her trembling hands, clearly unwilling to do this, grabbed him at the base with one, and at the head with the other. Her inexperience only made her make some circular movements on the shaft, causing more discomfort than pleasure in Yusuke.

Grabbing her by the ponytail, he held his own shaft in front of her, making the head touch her nose. Mikoto tried to pull back, but was firmly held in place by him.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

"Nev- EENN~" She was about to deny when she felt that shock of pleasure again and her mouth opened with the moan.

Taking advantage of this opening, he moved her head towards the tip of the shaft, making her tongue lightly lick the spot before retracting. Taking the shaft out of her mouth, he rubbed it on her nose for a while, smiling as he did so.

"Don't make this difficult for yourself, Mikoto." Forcing her to face him, Yusuke showed his "gentle" smile, "The more you resist, the more I'll like it. You're only pleasing me now."

With eyes full of tears, her mind seemed like a whirlwind: Resist and give him pleasure or not resist and get it over with faster? She clearly chose the latter, as only then would her suffering end.

Opening her mouth, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do, Mikoto stuck out her tongue again. Yusuke obviously took advantage of the opportunity and brought one thing closer to the other.

What first started with some fragile licks from her, gradually this impulse was enough for her to slowly get the hang of it. Licking the head, she felt how he became even more rigid, clearly feeling pleasure from this.

She was close to finishing, so she put more intensity into it.

Putting the entire head inside her mouth, she made movements with her tongue while at the same time her hand "harshly caressed" that thing. What she hated most was the way he sometimes pushed her head a little deeper and, if she resisted, she would get a shock of pleasure again.

"Uh..." Occasionally, when she licked the right spot, he would grunt a little to show his appreciation.

Even harder. She was so close, so even more intensity. She just wanted to get this over with and cry.

Relaxing her mouth, she began to let herself be carried away by his orders, her mouth opening up to accommodate more and more of that gigantic thing. Her tongue constantly lubricated the shaft, and sometimes he would remove her mouth from there so she could do the same with his jewels, then returning. The pleasure shocks also became more intense and long-lasting, and she constantly felt those incontinences while releasing muffled moans.

Seeing her put so much effort into finishing this quickly, Yusuke smiled maliciously. His blue eyes immediately transformed into a Three Tomoe Sharingan.

"Mikoto."

With his voice calling, she looked up reflexively, and her eyes widened as soon as they saw that familiar red glow in his eyes. The vivid and bright red of the Sharingan.

But she had no time to confirm anything when she felt something hot and sticky being poured into her mouth!

Without giving her time to react, Yusuke pulled her by the hair and began to pour his seeds all over her face, not caring if it went into her nose or into the pool that formed in her mouth. Even her breasts, squeezed by the maid outfit, were doused.

After leaving her a complete mess, he let go of her hair and stood up from the couch, shaking his weapon a bit over her before pulling up his pants.

"There's a bathroom over there, so clean yourself up. We're going back now." He spoke indifferently as he went to one of the cameras.

"M-Master!" Mikoto called him and he turned to face her, "Just now, was that the..."

"What?" With his usual icy eyes, he frowned at her.

And that was enough to confirm that she seemed to just be seeing things.

"N-Nothing." Even if she wanted to demand an answer, was she in a position to do so?

After that, she went to the bathroom. Upon closing the door, she was about to clean herself when she made a fateful mistake: looking in the mirror.

Seeing her sullied reflection — her face completely covered in that white substance — her mind finally processed everything that had transpired. The worst part came when she touched her panties, which were soaked with her own fluids. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

She had been violated… and she felt good about it.

Meanwhile, in the photo room, Yusuke took some photos from the camera and looked at them with a smile.

These photos captured Mikoto's reluctant performance in explicit detail. One particularly graphic image showed her kneeling on the floor, covered in his fluids, while he stood over her triumphantly.

"Well, these are definitely worth keeping."