Chapter 122 Gifts of the Pack NSFW (Kuro Free)

This is the final chapter containing any sexual content for this story. After this, it returns to the main plot, finishes up the teen arc, and gets back to business.

This chapter is 100% NSFW content, and since it involves Kuro, it violates policy and has therefore been posted elsewhere.

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Eventually, the mirror fogged from the heat of our bodies, but I could still see the outline of myself reflected—on all fours, my ass up, tail swaying, and Koji behind me with that wolfish grin carved across his lips.

He had already filled me more times than I could count, yet his cock was still iron-hard as he pulled back and slammed in again, making my breasts bounce against the glass. My reflection stared back at me: a sweaty, flushed Hyūga bitch, marked and ruined by her alpha.

“Look at yourself, Yuki,” Koji growled, his voice thick with lust. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades, forcing me deeper into the mirror, my cheek smearing the glass. “Look at that proud Byakugan whore—on her knees, dripping with my cum. That’s what you are. My cumdump. My bitch.”

I whimpered, my eyes wide as I watched myself. White eyes clouded, not with dojutsu clarity, but with tears, sweat, and cum. I could still feel it drying on my lashes, the mark he loved most—his cum staining the very thing my clan treasured.

Behind us, Kuro barked once, sharp and approving. He padded a slow circle around the room before lying down near the corner, head resting on his paws, amber eyes glowing in the dim light. He didn’t need to do anything—his watchful presence alone made me feel even more exposed, more owned.

Koji’s grin widened. “Even Kuro knows who you belong to. Isn’t that right, Yuki?” He tugged my leash sharply, making the collar bite into my throat.

“Yes, Alpha,” I gasped, trembling as his cock drove deeper. “I’m yours. Always yours.”

“Good girl,” he purred. His other hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room. The sting made me clench around him, and he groaned, thrusting harder.

When he finally pulled out, I collapsed forward, gasping, my hole twitching and leaking. But he wasn’t done—not by a long shot. Koji dragged me upright by the leash, his fangs flashing as he pushed me down onto my knees.

“Time for a show,” he muttered, already pulling a sealing scroll from his pouch. In a puff of smoke, his camera appeared. He set it down, angled toward me, and gestured sharply.

“Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, heart pounding.

“Now smile for me, bitch.”

The shutter clicked as I tilted my head, tongue out, cum still dripping down my chin. Koji circled me, snapping more shots as he barked commands.

“Spread yourself. Wider. Let me see how stretched you are.”

I obeyed, parting my swollen folds with trembling fingers while his cum oozed out in messy strings. The flash of the camera captured everything—my humiliation, my obedience, my lust.

Kuro gave a low, rumbling whine, ears pricked, but stayed where he was. Just watching. Just judging.

“Perfect,” Koji growled, voice ragged with hunger. He threw the camera aside, grabbed my chin, and smeared his cock across my face. His pre mixed with the dried cum already plastering me, painting my skin in slick, salty trails.

“The Byakugan,” he spat, slapping his cock against my eyes. “So fucking precious to your clan. But to me?” He slapped again, harder, the sting making me flinch. “Just a target. Just a place for me to leave my mark.”

Hot tears mixed with the cum on my cheeks as he rubbed himself across my eyes, across the cursed seal on my forehead, grinding his shaft against everything the Hyūga treasured.

“White eyes for white cum,” he snarled, his hips jerking as his cock twitched and erupted. Thick ropes splattered across my vision, blinding me, filling my lashes, streaking down my face. I moaned, opening my mouth to taste him, and more hot spurts coated my tongue.

Koji grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at him even as my sight blurred beneath his release. “Say it,” he demanded.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I whispered, voice broken, lips dripping with him. “Thank you for giving me real white eyes.”

He smirked, baring his teeth, and gave a satisfied growl.

I thought that would be the end of it, but then he shifted, pulling me toward the floor bowl he’d set out earlier. My stomach twisted as I realized what he had in mind.

“You’ve been a good bitch,” he said, voice low and dark. “Now prove it. Finish your meal.”

The bowl was already messy with the overflow of his seed, thick and cloudy. My cheeks burned as I crawled over and lowered my face. Behind me, Kuro lifted his head, ears pricked, watching intently.

Koji stepped closer, looming over me. His shadow covered my reflection in the mirror as he growled, “Open wide.”

I obeyed.

The first hot stream hit my lips and tongue, bitter and musky, and I gagged, swallowing hard as he pissed into my mouth. The sound of it was loud, humiliating, undeniable. Warm liquid splattered down my chest, dripping into the bowl, mixing with the cum already there.

“Smile for the camera, bitch,” Koji snarled, taking another picture. “Show the world the Byakugan turned into my urinal.”

Kuro barked once, sharp, as if punctuating the command.

My throat worked as I swallowed, the taste acrid, the humiliation dizzying. But I obeyed, licking my lips, holding Koji’s gaze through the haze of tears and urine.

“Good girl,” he muttered, finally pulling back, his cock dripping the last golden drops down my chin. He crouched, cupping my cheek, and kissed me hard, forcing me to taste the mix of fluids on both our lips.

“You’re mine, Yuki. Forever.”

I collapsed against him, exhausted, ruined, trembling—but smiling. Because he was right.