Reflection

Upon hearing Uchiha Chen's command, Mikoto finally ceased her struggle. He held her slender waist tightly while gently toying with her hands, then said slowly, "You must continue to play your role well from now on. One month from now, I will use Kotoamatsukami to control Uchiha Fugaku; only then will you be able to serve me with all your heart."

"Furthermore, from this moment on, remember never to share a bed with the clan head again, do you understand? My dear clan head's wife." When he uttered the words "clan head's wife," Uchiha Chen enunciated them syllable by syllable, the wicked smile on his lips displayed without the slightest concealment.

Feeling the waves of numbness radiating from her waist, Mikoto did not resist. Instead, she took the initiative to unfasten her vest, allowing him to toy with her as he pleased. She responded in a voice both gentle and firm, "I understand, Master. From now on, I will never let that man touch me again. I will wait patiently for the day I can serve you."

Hearing her still address him as "Master," Uchiha Chen couldn't help but frown slightly, emitting a dissatisfied "Hmph" as the strength in his hands gradually increased.

Mikoto seemed to sense his displeasure and immediately corrected herself with an apology, "I'm sorry, Chen, I forgot just now." Hearing her reply, Uchiha Chen's brow finally smoothed out.

He struggled to withdraw his hand, though his gaze involuntarily fell upon the disheveled state of the room, especially the clothing he had personally crumpled. Suddenly, a strange surge of emotion welled up in his heart, and his breathing grew heavier.

However, at that very moment, the image of Uchiha Fugaku's imminent return and the narrow escape from failure just moments ago flashed through his mind, and Uchiha Chen immediately regained his composure and reason. He took a deep breath, struggling to regulate his rhythm, and only after his breathing had steadied did he say to the person before him, "I must go. Clean this place up; you must not let anyone notice anything unusual."

Mikoto parted her cherry lips slightly, her soft voice sounding like heavenly music in his ears. She crossed her arms over her chest, making the full, upright mounds before her appear even more alluring and eye-catching.

This caused Uchiha Chen's just-calmed breathing to turn rapid once more. After all, his own self-control was not particularly strong, and having just experienced a heart-stopping life-or-death trial, seeing such a beautiful sight now, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms once again.

Uchiha Chen gently cupped her face, wantonly savoring that sweetness, while his right hand roamed over her body, fully enjoying the wonderful sensation of skin-to-skin contact. To avoid leaving any traces, he dared not be too indulgent, but even this was enough to slightly soothe the longing in his heart. Finally, he released her with satisfaction and whispered, "It won't be long before you are mine."

"Starting tomorrow, you must create a Shadow Clone every day and wait for me at the wooden cabin in the woods by the river outside the clan grounds at dusk. Once I arrive, report every move the clan head makes to me in detail."

Having said this, Uchiha Chen suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Uchiha Fugaku has awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan. Are you aware of this?"

Upon hearing this inquiry, Mikoto was clearly startled. She widened her eyes, looking at Uchiha Chen in utter disbelief, and asked with a trembling voice, "What you speak of... is it the legendary Mangekyo Sharingan?" Her words were filled with anxiety regarding the plan to control Uchiha Fugaku later.

She then shook her head slightly, indicating she was unaware of the matter. Originally, Uchiha Chen had intended for her to help investigate whether Uchiha Fugaku had truly awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, and if so, what his specific abilities were.

However, thinking of how well Uchiha Fugaku had kept this secret all along, he realized that in the end, perhaps only Uchiha Itachi knew the truth. Since that was the case, having her probe further would likely be a futile effort, so he simply let the matter drop.

With that said, Uchiha Chen swept his greedy gaze over the person before him one last time before pulling it back, turning abruptly, and vanishing from the room in a flash.

At the same time, a figure slowly emerged atop the courtyard wall. After cautiously scanning the surroundings and confirming no one had discovered him, he vanished again, gradually concealing himself within the night.

On the other side, Mikoto, still immersed in the lingering echoes of their pleasure, saw him depart suddenly and quickly tidied up her clothes and the bed, putting everything back in order before Uchiha Fugaku returned home. Afterward, she sat slowly on the tatami mat in the bedroom, silent.

A long while later, Mikoto finally raised her hand, gently covering the lips he had kissed. That sensation seemed to linger on her lips, leaving her intoxicated and unable to pull herself away.

"I will wait for you, my Master," she whispered in her heart. But when a sound came from outside the door, she immediately suppressed these chaotic thoughts, transforming back into that gentle and virtuous clan head's wife in an instant.

She smiled to welcome the lover who had just entered—or rather, her former lover—tenderly removing the Jonin vest that symbolized his status, and began to recount the day's anecdotes: "Sasuke wet the bed again today, and Itachi accidentally got soaked by it too..." It was as if nothing had changed, and life remained as peaceful as ever.

However, if one were to look closely into Mikoto's eyes, one would notice that while her gaze was full of tenderness, there was no emotional fluctuation in the depths of her pupils, as if an endless coldness lay hidden within.

Perhaps only those two children could share a sliver of the tenderness from the depths of her heart. Yet even so, in the presence of her Master, what could such a small amount of tenderness possibly amount to?

Meanwhile, Uchiha Chen took advantage of the deep night and the absolute silence, relying on his agile movements and keen perception to successfully avoid all sentries and eyes. He finally returned to his secluded courtyard within the clan grounds in the dead of night.

Reflecting on this magnificent, dramatic day: at first, he had transmigrated and gained unimaginable power. Immediately after, the Hentai System descended, doubling his strength like a tiger gaining wings. At that time, his eyes had shone with self-satisfaction and immense confidence.

However, excessive confidence often evolves into arrogance. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the events at the clan head's house, a trace of lingering fear rising in his heart as his state of mind gradually calmed. What remained to be done was to wait patiently for the month to pass.

In reality, the so-called elders of the Uchiha clan held little real power. After all, the strongest person was the clan head, and all affairs within the clan developed according to his will. Recalling how the Uchiha clan was easily wiped out in the original story, while external factors were certainly at play, one could not ignore the fact that Uchiha Fugaku had surrendered without a fight, doing nothing to stop it.

Thinking of this, his contempt for this clan head grew even stronger: as the one who held the fate of the clan in his hands, he had led the entire family into the abyss of destruction—it was truly absurd and ridiculous! To possess such powerful strength and the support of so many clansmen, only to end up in such a pathetic state! He truly deserved it.

"Since you are such a failure, then your position as clan head, the support of your clansmen, and your beautiful wife—hand it all over to me, Fugaku." As he thought this, the smile curling at the corners of his mouth grew even more intense.