What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

It severely wounded her self-esteem as a woman, especially as a woman who was extremely confident in her own charm!

She suddenly raised her head and stared intently in the direction where Di Yan had disappeared.

An angry "woof woof" sound came from the gagged mouth.

His body began to struggle violently.

His eyes were practically spitting out real flames!

asshole!

Who do you look down on?

Come back if you dare!

Of course, she could only keep these thoughts to herself.

Di Yan probably didn't expect this.

His unintentional action stemmed from a desire to "please his own child first."

Surprisingly, it achieved a different kind of "taming" effect.

This aroused the prey's strongest sense of unwillingness and competitiveness.

.......

98. Samui's stubbornness; taming

Two hours of agonizing waiting.

For Samui, it felt like a century.

The cicadas' chirping sounded particularly noisy in the quiet night.

It upset her.

The physical restraints prevented her from moving an inch.

The lingering moisture from the forced shower mixed with uneasy cold sweat.

This made the skin sticky and wet, clinging tightly to the ropes and thin clothing.

This feeling is absolutely terrible.

She could only twist her body in vain.

Trying to alleviate discomfort.

But it only tightened the ropes, bringing a deeper sense of powerlessness and humiliation.

Just when she was almost driven crazy by this suffocation and shame.

Clear footsteps approached from afar and stopped beside her.

Samui suddenly raised his head.

The moonlight and the glow of the courtyard lanterns outlined a tall and robust figure.

Di Yan seems to have ended a battle.

He stood casually in front of her, shirtless.

The smooth, explosive muscle lines are exposed to the air.

It even carried the dampness from a recent shower and a hint of... indescribable, languid yet dangerous aura.

Beads of sweat slowly slid down his muscular chest and abdomen.

The restraints were tucked into the waist.

He was looking down at her.

Those deep eyes looked exceptionally sharp in the dim light.

It was as if it could see through her disheveled appearance.

Look directly into her heart, at all the panic, anger, and that shameful resentment.

This is different from the previous examination, which was tinged with mockery and amusement.

His gaze became even more direct at this moment.

It is more aggressive.

It was as if he were evaluating something that had been lost and found again, and that he had finally decided to unpack it himself.

Samui's heart suddenly stopped beating.

Then they began beating the drums at an unprecedented speed!

An immense sense of oppression washed over me.

It made her instantly forget all her resentment and complaints.

All that remained was the most primal fear and... a shiver of being targeted by a natural enemy.

he……

Why is he back?

Wasn't he supposed to be with those two Uchiha girls?

Why are those two girls so useless? They've stopped making a move so quickly.

Is it...

Is it my turn now...?

A huge shadow fell over him, and Di Yan slowly crouched down.

He looked directly at Samui, who was lying on the ground.

He reached out his hand, but did not touch her.

Instead, he gently lifted a strand of her short, golden hair that was damp with sweat and stuck to her cheek with his fingertips.

The gesture carried a chilling intimacy.

"A Jonin from Kumogakure, skilled in swordsmanship..."

Di Yan's voice was deep and magnetic, yet it felt like a cold snake's tongue slicing across Samui's skin. "How does it feel to be tied up here as a gift?"

Samui wanted to shout angrily and resist.

But with its mouth gagged, it could only make meaningless "woo-woo" sounds.

My body trembled slightly from extreme tension.

Di Yan seemed to appreciate her appearance.

My fingertips slid down her hair and brushed against her burning earlobe.

Finally, it stopped on her chin, where the rope had left red marks.

He forced her to raise her head and look directly at him.

"Were you disappointed that I ignored you earlier?"

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

It was as if he could see through all her previously hidden thoughts:

"Or are you... secretly relieved, thinking I have no interest in you?"

Samui's pupils suddenly contracted.

The shame and indignation of having her secret exposed made her blood rush to her head.

Di Yan tightened his fingers slightly.

He pinched her chin.

His gaze swept over her rapidly heaving chest, and his eyes deepened.

"Don't rush." ​​He leaned down, his warm breath almost brushing against her ear, his voice low and deep like a devil's whisper, "My gift, of course, should be... enjoyed slowly."

"There's still plenty of time tonight."

This last sentence is like the final judgment.

It instantly shattered all of Sam's psychological defenses.

Fear, humiliation, and an indescribable shudder of being locked onto by a powerful predator completely overwhelmed her.

She finally realized.

The previous ones were not to be let go.

Instead, it's a more desperate, cat-and-mouse game.

But now, it seems the game has only just begun.

Just when Samyi was at a loss.

Di Yan removed the gag from the corner of her mouth.

Samui immediately became incredibly embarrassed, coughing violently several times, his chest even trembling violently...

However, Di Yan didn't mind at all.

She even twirled Samui's short, golden hair with her fingers.

Samui gritted his teeth and shook his head violently.

She wanted to shake off his hand that was gripping her hair.

"Heh...you're quite arrogant!"

Di Yan sneered and suddenly tightened his grip on his fingers.

"Ugh..."

Samye instinctively cried out in pain.

Di Yan grabbed her hair and forcefully turned her face up...

She dared not move an inch.

Di Yan relished Samui's pained expression, and asked, knowing the answer already:

"Yunren, tell me, what is your name?"

Samui remained silent.

It seems they've decided to express their dissatisfaction through silence.

Di Yan didn't take it to heart.

The other hand was raised without leaving a trace.

then……

"His..."

The sound of tearing cloth was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"you……"

As Samui gasped in shock, a rush of icy air swept in.

This made Samui shudder violently.

A layer of fine goosebumps rose on my skin.

“Sam… Samui… My name is Samui…”

Samui dared not remain silent any longer and immediately responded with a startled cry.

But it was too late...

That proud world, a world that would make most women feel ashamed...

It shines with its own light in the dim light, undulating with Sam's fearful breath...