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

The curve of her lips deepened slightly.

It was viewed with a playful scrutiny.

"What, are you scared? You were quite bold when you were sizing me up just now, weren't you?"

He waved his hand slightly, gesturing to the men in black:

"Take the others to the side hall to rest first, and treat them well."

"Karui, come with me."

The men in black silently stepped forward and gestured for them to proceed.

The attitude seemed respectful

Yet it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Omoi almost cried, but dared not disobey.

These black-clad ninjas were capable of instantly killing two of my Jonin-level ninjas.

Its power is unfathomable.

Compared to them, if they dared to make a move, they would definitely be doomed.

They could only watch helplessly as Karui was left alone.

Karui gritted his teeth.

She knew that resisting at this moment was futile and might even harm her companions.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and straightened her back.

Despite my heart pounding like a drum, I forced myself to say:

"Let's talk!"

She would like to see it.

This terrible emperor left her alone?

What on earth do you want to do?

Is it a threat? A bribe? Or...?

Is there some special "arrangement" between her and Samui?

Under the desperate gaze of Omoi and the worried watchful eyes of the other Cloud Village ninja.

Karui was accompanied by a maid.

Head towards the side door in the same direction as Di Yan left.

Every step was fraught with unknown fog and danger.

But after the maid entered a certain room... Karui was dumbfounded.

Is this a bathroom?

"Hey, hey, hey... why did you bring me to the bathroom?"

No one answered her.

A misty, steamy atmosphere filled the spacious bathroom.

The air was filled with the moist fragrance of flowers.

Karui stood at the doorway, his body tense.

He scanned the entire room warily.

The huge bathtub was filled with warm water, with flower petals floating on the surface.

Several maids stood quietly with their heads bowed, holding soft bath towels and clean clothes in their hands.

This scene is excessively refined and comfortable.

This created an extremely eerie contrast with the bloody and murderous atmosphere that had just filled the main hall.

"What...what does this mean?"

Karui couldn't help but ask.

The sound seemed somewhat abrupt in the empty bathroom.

She just couldn't understand it.

That emperor who just ordered the killings without batting an eye.

In the blink of an eye, they've come up with this bathing and changing scene again.

"That means His Majesty will summon you later."

Before that, you need to bathe and purify yourself as a sign of respect.

A calm and familiar voice came from behind.

Karui turned around abruptly.

I saw that Samui was already standing there at some point.

He remained calm and composed as always.

It was as if they were already used to everything in front of them.

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"Taking a shower before meeting someone? What kind of weird habit is that?"

Karui lowered his voice.

His tone was filled with dissatisfaction and disbelief.

A faint, almost helpless smile appeared on Samui's face:

"This is the rule of the empire, or rather... His Majesty's rule."

Her tone was unreadable.

It's just stating a fact.

Karui looked at the submissive maids, then at the steaming bathtub, and struggled internally.

She had absolutely no desire to take off her clothes and shower in this place and under these circumstances.

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer to Samui and said urgently in a voice that could be heard only by the two of them:

"Samui! Forget about the rules!"

"Let's join forces while no one's paying attention; we're sure to escape!"

"Find Omoi and the others, and get out of this hellhole immediately!"

Her eyes were filled with anticipation and a desperate gamble.

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I hope to see the same determination in the eyes of the former captain.

However, Samui simply shook his head slowly.

Her golden hair swayed slightly in the misty steam.

Her eyes were calm and still, even carrying a hint of pity:

"Karui, don't be naive. Do you think His Majesty would be completely unprepared?"

“If you don’t do as he says, Omoi and the others who are currently being ‘entertained’ in the side hall will immediately meet with misfortune.”

Do you want to see them lose their lives because of your impulsiveness?

These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing Karui's newly ignited thoughts of resistance.

She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and finally squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"Damn it! What the hell is this bastard up to?!"

"Isn't he afraid of the Raikage's retaliation?"

Samui reached out and gently patted Karui's tense shoulder.

The gesture carries an irresistible guiding meaning:

"Hurry up and wash, don't keep His Majesty waiting."

"The experience isn't good when the water gets cold."

Karui looked at Samui, who seemed to have completely adapted to and even submitted to the rules here, and felt a mix of emotions.

She knew that she couldn't afford the price of resistance.

Under Samui's calm gaze and the maids' silent waiting.

She walked reluctantly, step by step, toward the ornate bathtub.

Then she took off one piece of clothing after another.

The process of removing her ninja attire made her feel more vulnerable than ever before.

When warm water envelops the body.

It doesn't bring relaxation.

Instead, it was a deep sense of humiliation and unease.

Her skin, like a black pearl, shimmered with a unique luster under the light.

Samui stroked his chin and commented:

"Over the years, you've always had a flat chest, so bras have been a useless thing for you."

"you……"

Karui nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She curled up in the bathtub and glared at Samui.

But a blush crept onto her face.

……Spoon.

127 Karui, stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside

Karui had finished bathing, her body still carrying the warmth of the water and a faint floral scent.

The skin turned slightly red from being soaked in hot water.

When she saw the garment that Samyi handed her.

Her face flushed red instantly, almost as if steam was rising from it.

It was an exquisitely crafted cheongsam.

The fabric is soft, smooth, and has a beautiful sheen, but the cut is quite bold...

The high slit almost reached the top of her thighs.

The design that hugs the waist accentuates an alluring figure.

"Who would wear such shameless clothes!"

Karui reacted as if she had been burned, and abruptly threw the cheongsam away.

The fabric fluttered lightly to the ground.

She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Even her dark skin couldn't hide the blush.

Samui seemed to have anticipated this.

She walked over calmly, bent down to pick up the cheongsam, shook it gently, and spoke in a completely calm tone: