Mikoto approached Gentō, reaching up to gently pull open the front of her clothes.
Gentō instantly felt as though someone had tossed a Flash Bomb right in front of his eyes.
Before he could speak, Mikoto had pressed herself against him.
Then a warm touch sealed his lips.
Only after a long while did they part.
Mikoto's eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing slightly hurried.
Gentō suppressed his increasingly heavy breathing and asked softly:
"Mikoto... are you... really that eager?"
Mikoto raised her head, a hint of resentment in her eyes:
"All Fugaku ever thinks about is work. He comes home late every day. Sometimes, even when I initiate things, he just says he's too tired and goes straight to sleep..."
Gentō was surprised to hear that.
He hadn't expected a strapping fellow like Fugaku to be so uninterested.
In that case, he could only take care of things on Fugaku's behalf.
Without another word, he pressed forward.
"Ah!"
Mikoto cried out, but there was no resistance in her voice.
Gentō leaned close to her ear and murmured:
"Then let me show you your Clan Head's might."
An unknown amount of time passed.
Blushing shyly, Mikoto gently pushed Gentō's head away from her chest, her voice hoarse:
"Mmm~ You're so naughty..."
Her face flushed, she rose and straightened her rumpled clothes, preparing to leave.
Suddenly, Gentō's expression shifted, and he stopped her:
"Wait, Mikoto."
He reached out and gently placed his hand over her lower abdomen.
Though Mikoto didn't know what he intended to do, she obediently cooperated.
Gentō swiftly formed hand seals:
"Yin Seal: Slave Mark!"
As soon as he spoke, a heart-shaped pattern appeared on Mikoto's lower abdomen.
Mikoto looked down, and her expression immediately changed, panic flashing in her eyes:
"How... how am I