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Being a woman in the Zen’in clan wasn’t easy, for more reasons than one. And right now, the chief reason (for you at least) was none other than the spoiled heir to the clan himself. Naoya had taken to teasing you for fun lately, focusing his attention on you whenever he happened to enter a room where you were doing chores. It made you uncomfortable the way he would demand that you repeat a chore, over and over until it had been done perfectly to his standard—all while he lingered nearby and leered at you.
Today, for instance, you’d been instructed to scrub stains from the aged carpets in a little-used study. Time had been passing at a crawl as you kneeled over the carpet, your shoulders on fire as you meticulously cleaned every fiber. Unnoticed by you at first, Naoya slipped into the room behind you and merely watched for a moment with his arms crossed.
By the time you’d registered the snotty heir’s noxious presence, he was already crossing the room and grabbing the back of your neck. You let out a surprised gasp at the rough handling, your hands flying out to brace against the carpet as he pushed hard, smushing your face against the ground. Your cheek burned from being dragged against the carpet, your backside arching into the air awkwardly.
“Uggghh! Wha-?” You whimpered as you tried to wriggle free from his hand. You could hear him laughing from above, his distinctive voice sending an icy chill down your spine.
Naoya’s voice was full of barely restrained glee as he taunted you. “You missed a spot, right there. Do you see it now? Stupid girl, can’t even clean a carpet properly. Is there anything you can do right?”
Feeling like a rabbit cornered by a hunter’s dog, you took a shaky breath as his hand released your neck. Swallowing hard, your mouth felt dry once you registered the reality of your situation—alone with Naoya Zenin. As you made to stand up, his sandaled foot instead made contact with your side, knocking the wind from you and sending you back to your knees.
The kick certainly wasn’t delivered with his full strength, but it was more than enough to make you wheeze, dizzy as you sank to your knees. “Sorry… Naoya-sama,” you offered weakly, bowing your head. “I’ll make sure the carpet is thoroughly cleaned.”
Nodding his head, Naoya stood in front of you and stroked your cheek with one thumb almost tenderly. You remained kneeling in front of him, and you dared to glance up at him as he touched you. “I know you will. You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” As he spoke, Naoya untied his hakama, stepping closer to you as his hand moved to grip his manhood, which wasn’t quite hard. Impatiently, he smacked your cheek with it.
“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he commanded with a grin. You obeyed with mild confusion, expecting him to thrust forward between your lips. Instead, with a pleased grunt, Naoya aimed right for your tongue and began to relieve his bladder. Your eyes scrunched closed and you gagged, letting the liquid run down your chin.
“Eeughhckk!” You coughed out, spitting and trying to lean away from Naoya. His other hand quickly reached down to cup your chin, fingers pressing up into your cheeks and forcing your mouth open as his other hand held his cock right over your tongue.
Groaning, he continued pissing for a few moments, his eyes narrow as he smirked down at you. Your hands reached up to scrabble at his strong wrist, sputtering and retching as you tried desperately to swallow, not wanting to displease him.
“Hold it in… aaaaand… swallow. Good girl,” he crooned, condescendingly talking you through it. Naoya laughed softly as he finished up, and his fingers finally released your cheeks.
Your eyes watered from the taste and smell, tears running down your cheeks as you fought to swallow. With a weak moan, you looked up and met his gaze. He smirked and patted the top of your head before wordlessly pushing his now fully hard cock against your lips. You opened your mouth again and accepted him with a whimper, snot dripping from your nostrils. He didn’t seem to care at all about the filthy mess he was making of you. His salty precum mixed with the acrid taste coating your tongue, making you gag all over again.
Naoya was panting hard, tongue hanging from his open mouth as he stared down at you rather impassively. His large hands were none too gently cradling your face, his hips thrusting irregularly. Your eyes were watering profusely now, and you gagged loudly over and over as he forced himself down your throat.
“Urckkk-ggrkk-uugghh,” you gurgled, drool running down your chin. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment over the loud noises leaving your throat as you choked and even moaned around his dick. By now your jaw was aching, and your throat felt sore… But your pussy was dripping wet.
Meeting his eyes for a brief second, he smirked down at you and rubbed your cheek condescendingly. “You’re being a good girl,” he muttered as he continued to fuck your mouth. “Those noises you’re making… this truly is your only purpose, hm? You really know what you’re doing.”
One of his hands reached down to open your high necked blouse, his fingers deftly undoing one button at a time until your breasts were exposed. The veins stood out starkly against his smooth skin when he grabbed at you greedily, pinching each nipple between his fingers and laughing low in his throat at the strangled moans you let out around his cock.
His eyes suddenly shut tightly, his mouth pressed into a thin line as his body tensed up, his release hot and bitter in your mouth. Your brow furrowed, gagging again as you tried to swallow around him. Letting out a pleased exhale through his nose, he finally released you, taking a step backward and pulling out. Immediately you began gasping to catch your breath, dry heaving as piss, drool, and cum dripped down your chin and onto your exposed breasts.
He made a disdainful noise and dirty face at you, shaking his head before fishing around in the pocket of his hakama. Laughing derisively, Naoya pulled out a small handkerchief and tossed it at your face.
“Clean up before you leave this room. And make sure to clean that filthy carpet,” he commanded with a sneer, straightening his kimono and tying his hakama, making sure everything was neatly back in place. With a final once-over glance at you, kneeling on the floor looking thoroughly violated, Naoya took a deep breath and turned on his heel, leaving you alone as you pitifully wiped at yourself with his handkerchief.