Chapter 91.5 » Mikoto Uchiha's First Time {+18}

In Mikoto's personal room.

The room's owner was currently on top of Yusuke, their tongues meeting with an almost frenzied desire. Not that she wanted it, but rather her training had conditioned her to such.

As they kissed, pieces of clothing from both bodies were slowly discarded. Mikoto, unaccustomed to such an act of complete nudity, blushed deeply as she was kissed and undressed.

As they both stood naked, Mikoto gazed at Yusuke, stunned. His muscular physique and well-endowed manhood still caught her off guard. Just a week prior, upon his return, the sight had left her utterly shocked — particularly during their intimate encounters.

Meanwhile, the same could be said for Yusuke, who was looking at Mikoto's body with a certain fire in his eyes. Whether it was those round breasts that fit in his hand, or that delicately shaved pelvis, with large lips almost calling for an encounter.

This gaze was short-lived before he stole her lips again. His hands, which had torn every piece of that maid dress, were now slowly preparing her entrance for the reception of something much larger.

"MMN~" A moan escaped Mikoto's mouth when she felt that familiar finger teasing the beginning of her entrance. Not to mention his thumb, which constantly vibrated on the upper part of her lips.

"You're so beautiful, Mikoto…" Yusuke suddenly pulled her hair, making her face him. "It was my luck to have requested you from Konoha…"

"Master, please…" Mikoto tried one last time to plead to keep her purity. Even so, she felt the tip of the spear already at her entrance.

"I'm already doing you a great favor, Mikoto." He gave a mysterious smile, his hands controlling the speed at which she descended on his shaft, "A favor so great it's almost a miracle."

The favor of sparing her from a disappointing family that would lead to the downfall of her own clan.

"Master…" Mikoto called out to him again, her eyes focusing where they met. She could see that the head had already entered.

Anger welled up inside her, directed at herself. Her body yearned to descend and moan, savoring the pleasure her master always provided. Yet her will clung desperately to her remaining purity — the sole thing upholding her status within the clan.

But unfortunately, she could only think such a thing.

Her mind was distracted by a firm kiss from Yusuke, as his spear entered all at once.

Break!

Purity was broken, and a drop of blood fell.

Mikoto's mind stopped, a blank followed by a wave of pleasure she had never felt before. Her body seemed to have been possessed when she trembled for a while, and a jet of water washed away the blood and stained the sofa.

And then the party began.

"AAIN~AIIN~PLEASE~" Mikoto moaned like never before, feeling that giant thing inside her come and go.

What had begun with unexpected tenderness now threatened to transform her completely.

On the sofa, on all fours, Mikoto drooled while her lower parts made wet noises, being repeatedly penetrated by her master. She wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to say enough, but with each thrust she lowered her waist and that thought became more distant.

Until her waist was already touching the sofa and Yusuke was on top of her, having to pull her hair to steal a kiss.

"UUh!"

One dose had already gone inside.

Bang!

A noise sounded in the room when Mikoto's back hit the wall. She had both legs extended in the air while Yusuke in front of her moved his hips back and forth non-stop.

With both lips being explored at the same time, the woman reached levels of pleasure that left her mind constantly blank, her body occasionally trembling.

Leaving her mouth, Yusuke slowly descended his kisses, exploring her neck and then her collarbone. Then, lifting her a little more, but still enough for him to reach her depths, he focused his attention on her breasts, putting them in his mouth one at a time.

Mikoto, raised in that way, could only hold onto his head, her fingers intertwined in his black hair. She bit her lips with each wave of pleasure, and looked at the scene of herself being ravaged with a certain lust.

Exactly, lust. Her mind was already so dominated by it that she temporarily forgot about anything else. It was either this or being tormented by guilt.

"Fuck, Mikoto!"

The second dose went inside.

The two remained in that position, deeply connected. The viscous white liquid dripped from Mikoto's entrance, as she was already full and there was no more space left.

She breathed heavily, her consciousness finally settling again after all those comings and goings. Her hand, still intertwined in his hair, became light when she brought it to his face. She wanted to squeeze, to yell at him... but she couldn't.

Gazing at Yusuke before her, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he breathed calmly, Mikoto's mind flooded with vivid images of their recent encounter. Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice as he suddenly lifted his head, his eyes now gleaming with an eerie red light.

In that moment, the night took an unexpected turn — one Mikoto could never have anticipated.

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{A/N: This was right after the things that happened between them in chapter 91...}

Removing his member from inside her, a bit of his sperm fell to the floor, leaking from her entrance. This small amount formed a small puddle on the wooden floor.

"Clean it." Yusuke stepped away from her a bit, taking the opportunity to appreciate his work for a few seconds.

Mikoto, with her legs raised and spread in a rather exposed and embarrassing position, regained her composure as she looked at him. Her crimson Sharingan eyes gazed at him with a hint of devotion — an emotion not uncommon after their shared experiences.

"Yes, master." After hesitating for a while, she went to him and knelt with both knees on the floor. Her mouth even salivated more in preparation for what was to come.

"But not here." He suddenly gave her a smile, holding her hair in a ponytail. He then pointed to the glass wall, "There."

Without giving any time for response, he started walking there, pulling her by the hair. Mikoto was shocked, almost "stumbling in her steps" to get there.

And soon they were there at that wall, admiring the view of the illuminated Kirigakure.

Yusuke, with one hand on the wall, enjoyed the view while the stunning Mikoto served him down below. Her trained devotion was almost touching, cleaning the entire member while giving him pleasure.

It was possible to see that her body sometimes trembled when her butt touched the wall, as if it were a reaction to the cold. But, obviously, this was because she thought she was being seen by everyone outside, her parts sticky with her master's seed.

Unbeknownst to Mikoto, no one was actually watching. Yusuke had cleverly placed an invisible layer of transparent ice, obscuring the view from the outside. Yet, he deliberately maintained her illusion of vulnerability.

With his coordinated movements, he enjoyed every moment of the day.

Only stopping again when she had fainted on his chest in bed.