Naruto: Reborn as Uchiha Obito

Chapter 245 242: Submission or Oblivion (R-15)

Kaguya swallowed–an involuntary, almost human reflex that disgusted her the very instant it happened. Her pale Byakugan widened, flickering with outrage, confusion, and an unwilling curiosity she could not suppress.Obito's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. He kept Kaguya's wrists pinned high above her head, her body arching involuntarily against his.

The heightened-sensation technique surged through her veins like liquid fire, transforming every point of contact into something almost unbearably carnal.

"Two choices, Kaguya," he murmured against the shell of her ear, his voice a low whisper laced with mock solemnity.

"Option one… I hand you over to Isshiki Ōtsutsuki. Yeah, that guy's still kicking and you leeches are tougher than cockroaches on steroids. He'll do it the Ōtsutsuki way: cram you into the Ten-Tails and snuff out your pitiful, sealed-up existence like the failed experiment you are. Poof. No more Kaguya."

Kaguya's eyes flew open, genuine alarm flashing in their ghostly sheen.

The name Isshiki struck her like a slap. She knew him–the one she'd betrayed in a single, desperate act of rebellion against her fate and the Ōtsutsuki clan.

Every muscle in her body seized, trembling violently beneath Obito's unyielding grip.

"Y-You… h-how could you possibly know…?" Kaguya faltered, desperate to dismiss the claim as a bluff. She was certain... Isshiki had died that day, she had made sure of it herself.

"Option two," Obito drawled, smooth as silk, ignoring her completely. His free hand slid from the underside of her chin, traced the elegant column of her throat, then slipped beneath the pristine folds of her robe without a hint of hesitation.

He cupped her breast fully this time... thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over the sensitive peak.

"You submit to me. Right here. Right now. Accept that this body is mine for as long as I desire. And in return… I'll show you pleasures your thousand years of solitude never even let you dream of."

"Haah…!"

A low, involuntary breath slipped from Kaguya's throat–half snarl, half whimper.

'T-This wretch…' Such shameless audacity–no true Ōtsutsuki would grope her like some cheap woman while holding Isshiki over her head.

Crimson heat flooded her cheeks. An unwelcome, humiliating warmth coiled low in her belly, stoked by whatever filthy jutsu he was using. Her thighs pressed together on reflex, as if that could smother the rising fire.

"I… I refuse both!"

"You ask the impossible! No Ōtsutsuki bows to another."

Obito chuckled in mischief. "You already bowed once, just with your back. Shall we test how many positions you can manage?"

A crimson flush flared across Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's cheeks, equal parts shame and rage.

With a sharp inhale she wrenched her wrists, muscles tensing enough to crack mountains… yet the chakra-woven restraints didn't so much as quiver. Obito's hold was absolute.

"Hnn… Release me," she spat coldy. Even now she couldn't fathom how a man this strong–an Ōtsutsuki, no less–could sink to such vulgar depths. "Face me honorably."

"Honor is overrated."

Obito leaned in until their foreheads nearly touched, staring straight into her beautiful Byakugan eyes, now filled with shame and despair.

"Last chance, Kaguya. Say, 'I submit,' and I'll give you back a fraction of your freedom. Keep clinging to that pride, and what I do next might be even more unacceptable to you."

His smile sharpened.

"Choose."

"Impudent…" Kaguya tried to growl, but the word came out breathy and weak.

Obito chuckled darkly. "Wrong answer."

In one smooth motion, he released her wrists, spun her around, and pulled her back flush against his chest.

One strong arm banded around her waist while his other hand boldly dipped lower, sliding under the robes and between her thighs without warning. His fingers found slick, heated flesh and stroked lazily.

"Hn~ Already wet? How embarrassing for the progenitor of chakra."

"Sto– ah!" Kaguya's protest dissolved into a choked gasp as he circled her clit with shameless precision. Her hips jerked involuntarily. She tried to clamp her legs shut, but he simply hooked one of his own between them, forcing them apart.

"That's it," Obito praised, voice thick with satisfaction. He pushed his finger inside her without warning, curling it expertly. "Feel that? This is what you've been missing for a millennium."

"I– I won't… submit to someone like– ngh!" Kaguya's whole body shuddered violently, a mortifying moan slipping out before she could bite it back.

"Still pretending?" Obito murmured, lips opening and biting her ear playfully. "Your body is far more honest than your mouth, Rabbit Goddess."

He added a second finger, thrusting them deeper, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and rubbing firm circles.

Kaguya's head fell back against his shoulder as another wave of forced pleasure rolled through her. She could feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her ass through their clothes, thick and insistent. The realization sent a fresh surge of heat between her legs.

"Choose, Kaguya," Obito whispered, biting down gently on the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"Fight… or submit. But know this... either way, I'm going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine."

"You… I will kill… ugh–"

Kaguya's once-icy voice splintered, her regal timbre cracking as tears of anger and humiliation welled in her Byakugan. She despised how small she suddenly felt.

Yes, she was an Ōtsutsuki–born to a clan of monsters who devoured entire worlds and even turned on their own blood but she was still a woman, and a woman cries when grief too heavy to bear crashes down.

Exhausted by it all, she had betrayed Isshiki, who planned to feed her to the Ten-Tails, and had mustered the courage to stand alone against the entire clan. Then her own sons sealed her away.

After a thousand years entombed in darkness, she finally saw the sun again… only for this rogue to strike her down and subject her to a humiliation she had never known.

At last, she broke. Tears spilled freely, streaking down cheeks framed by silver hair. Her Byakugan, once so majestic, now shimmered with sorrow deep enough to make even an enemy want to comfort her.

"You will regret humiliating me."

Kaguya forced the vow past the lump in her throat, clinging to the last ragged scraps of dignity. Yet with tears streaking her cheeks, the threat landed more like a furious child vowing payback on an adult than the warning of a goddess.

Obito almost laughed. In his eyes she really was a giant baby with low IQ compared to the rest of her clan–though, to be fair, she carried a tangle of complicated emotions they could never comprehend.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Obito chuckled, admiring her unexpectedly cute, tear-streaked face. "Regret keeps things interesting, and…"

He stilled his fingers, then ignoring her bewildered gasp, raised the same hand to cup her face, thumb brushing away the tears clinging to her cheeks.

"We've got eternity ahead of us, so take your shot."

Kaguya blinked back to awareness and met his gaze. Those eyes were nothing like the cold, predatory stares of her fellow Ōtsutsuki–still ruthless, yes, but when they fixed on her it wasn't as though she were something to be devoured. It felt… different.

The thought scorched her with sudden shame. She edged a step away, astonished when he let her go without a fight and, for once, chose not to make any rash move.

"What… what do you really intend for me?" Kaguya managed, her voice a hushed tremor.

"Is your goal only to degrade me then leave me to Isshiki and the rest?" She kept her head lowered, silver hair hiding the tears still clinging to her Byakugan-lit lashes.

"You're mistaken, Kaguya. Don't lump me in with those tasteless fools. To me, you're worth far more than being some sacrifice to the Ten-Tails."

Obito closed the distance, even as Kaguya stepped back, he gently cupped her face in both hands. She wanted to resist, yet her gaze rose to meet his, searching for the slightest hint of deceit.

But seeing his smouldering stare, an unfamiliar quicksilver flutter coiled in Kaguya's heart. Heat bloomed beneath her pale skin, and she angled her face away, refusing to drown in that unabashed hunger. Never before had anyone regarded her with such brazen, unfiltered desire.

"Then what you said about Isshiki still being alive… is that?"

"It's the truth. And before you bombard me with questions, here's the short version: after you betrayed him, he shrank himself to a speck, slipped into a wandering monk's ear, and hijacked the poor fool with a forced Kāma. He's clung to life ever since, but the vessel's so frail he can't muster even a shred of his former power."

Kaguya's brow creased, her next question forming on her lips, but Obito silenced her with a casual wave.

"Relax," he drawled. "We'll pay him a courtesy visit first–then finish him off when the time comes."

"Aren't you two on the same side?" Kaguya blurted, eyes wide with disbelief. "I thought your plan was to hand me over to him!"

Obito tapped his chin as though in deep contemplation, then offered a lazy shrug.

"Ohh~ that?" he said, voice curling into a smirk.

"Nothing but a bedtime story. I spun it just to drink in that exquisite flash of fear on your face."

"…"

A faint twitch flickered across Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's lashes. Once more, her perception of the man before her shifted, as though she were seeing him anew.

He isn't a normal creature, she realised.

There's no guessing what schemes churn behind those eyes or what he'll do next.

"Aren't you afraid I'll turn on you as I did Isshiki?" Kaguya challenged, her Byakugan narrowing as she scrutinised Obito's face for even the slightest crack.

"Not in the slightest." Obito Uchiha gave an easy shrug, a carefree grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If you want to betray me, be my guest, just be ready for consequences you could never stomach. Besides…"

"Besides…?" Kaguya Ōtsutsuki echoed, she could tell the next words would reveal the scheme's true heart.

"You're weak... so why would I be worried?" Obito replied, the innocent lilt in his voice turning the jab into a knife-twist.

"..."

Kaguya's lips thinned to a razor line. She balled her fists, then forced them open again.

Every instinct screamed to hurl an Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack and pound that insufferable grin into dust but she held the urge in check, if only for now.

"I look forward to the day your face contorts with regret–when you'll wish you'd destroyed me while you had the chance," Kaguya murmured, tugging at the shredded folds of her robe.

No matter how she adjusted the torn fabric, pale skin still peeked through, leaving her flushed with a blend of embarrassment and steely defiance.

She drew a slow, measured breath. "Very well," she conceded, the words tasting of poison. "I… shall serve you for now…"

She let the sentence fade–he'd catch the meaning without being spoon-fed. And, strangely, the knot of tension inside her unraveled, the storm of clashing emotions eased into a cool, unnerving calm.

"Good girl." Obito's praise slid out in a low, languid drawl. He'd caught her meaning perfectly and brushed it aside. After all, he had countless ways to bend both her body and her will to his own.

He could've unleashed his newest technique and shackled her body and soul in an instant but where was the satisfaction in that?

The real thrill came from watching the defiant crumble on their own terms, clawing and spitting until, inevitably, they knelt willingly.

That hard-won surrender never failed to intoxicate him.

Still, caution was his creed. Invisible threads would coil around her every thought, granting just enough slack for her to mistake the leash for liberty. By the time she sensed the trap, escape would be nothing but a memory.

Unaware of the sadistic whims that drive humans... let alone the labyrinthine cruelty of Obito Uchiha before her–Kaguya Ōtsutsuki assured herself he was the naive one, hopelessly dazzled by her beauty and foolish enough to place his trust in her.

Honestly she felt relieved. Yielding to him had been part self-preservation–she could neither fend him off nor welcome death but the real turning point came when he spoke of hunting down Isshiki.

Any man willing to break the Ōtsutsuki code was a fellow traitor, and that was leverage she could one day exploit.

If he could betray the clan once, she reasoned, he might be steered to serve her own designs.

His fascination with her was genuine enough for now, yet desire is a fickle ember... eventually it gutters out. When it did, she risked becoming nothing more than fodder for the Ten-Tails or a discarded plaything.

Even with his promise, her unease only eased a little. She still needed a fallback, something that would shield her if he ever changed his mind.

"Mmmmph!?"

Lost in grim thoughts of the future and drafting a mental survival plan, Kaguya never sensed Obito closing in until he suddenly spun her around, tipped her chin up, and crashed his lips onto hers in a fierce kiss.

The kiss was deep and invasive, his tongue claiming hers while his hands slipped beneath her robes—squeezing, kneading, asserting dominion over every inch of her voluptuous body.

When he finally drew back, a thin ribbon of saliva still bridged their lips. Kaguya's cheeks burned crimson, her eyes shimmering with shame and barely contained arousal.

"W-Why do you… ah… insist on acting this way?" Kaguya Ōtsutsuki stammered, bewilderment trembling in her voice. Why was he always forcing his desires onto her–was she truly that irresistible to him?

"I promised your son, Black Zetsu… that I'd take proper care of you—like a responsible step-dad," Obito Uchiha drawled shamelessly, leisurely threading his fingers through her long, silken white hair.

"Zetsu? That child is still alive?" Kaguya's eyes narrowed. She chose to ignore the absurd "step-dad" claim—though the urge to drive her fist into his smug face flared hot behind her composed façade.

"Yeah… no. Black Zetsu met an unfortunate end," Obito said, plastering on a mock-sorrowful expression so transparent that Kaguya saw straight through it and felt nothing.

There was no way out. If she couldn't even protect herself, how could she still dream of triggering the failsafe she had crafted to win her freedom?

"Tell me, then... what course lies before us?" Kaguya asked at last, uncertainty edging her voice. She had pledged herself to him, but to what end? Were they meant to challenge Isshiki Ōtsutsuki next? That seemed the most logical course.

She suspected his true goal was to feed Isshiki to the Ten-Tails and harvest a new Divine Fruit. Eccentric though he was even by Ōtsutsuki standards... there was no way he was ignorant of that prize.

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