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

"Now even Impure World Reincarnation might not be able to help, right?"

Di Yan chuckled, then looked away.

He bent down, slipped one hand under the wooden figure's legs, and wrapped the other arm around her back, easily lifting her up in his arms.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

Yukito gasped in surprise, his body tensing instantly.

Such close contact made her extremely uncomfortable, and her whole body stiffened.

"What?"

Di Yan glanced down at her, as if she had asked a foolish question, "Of course I'll take you home."

Home? Which home?

The royal palace of the Land of Fire?

Mu Ren felt a sudden tightness in his chest, before he could even think about it.

Then he felt a strange distortion in the space around Di Yan.

The next moment, a dizzying sensation swept over me.

The surrounding scenery was blurry and fragmented, like a reflection thrown into water.

It was just a fleeting feeling of weightlessness.

The feeling of being grounded has returned.

Yukito looked around, still shaken.

They found themselves no longer in the gloomy, damp ruins, but in an extremely luxurious, spacious, and bright palace.

Carved beams and painted rafters, light gauze swaying in the breeze, and a faint fragrance permeating the air.

The Flying Thunder God Technique... truly traversed a vast distance in an instant...

Yu Muren leaned against Di Yan's chest, lost in thought.

Looking at this unfamiliar, ornate cage that symbolizes imprisonment and an unknown future, I felt a chill in my heart.

She knew she had stepped into a world completely different from any she had ever been before.

From this moment on, her fate was completely out of her control.

The wooden figure was gently placed on an incredibly soft bed.

The silky feel of the brocade was a world apart from the cold, gloomy ruins she had been in before.

She looked around the extremely luxurious palace, every detail showcasing the owner's supreme power and taste.

"Where...where am I?"

She couldn't help but ask again, her voice carrying a hint of weakness and confusion that she herself didn't even realize.

Although I already had a guess, I still needed to confirm it.

Di Yan stood by the bed, looking down at her, and announced in a calm tone:

"This is my palace."

As expected... Yu Muren's heart sank.

In an instant, he was transported from the border ruins of the Land of Thunder to the heart of the heavily guarded imperial palace in the heart of the Land of Fire.

Such a technique could only be the legendary space-time ninjutsu, Flying Thunder God.

A profound sense of powerlessness enveloped her.

at this time.

She noticed that Di Yan's fingers were on her torn clothes, trying to untie her tightly bound belt.

Yugito was terrified, shrinking back like a startled cat, his hands gripping his belt tightly, his voice trembling with fear:

"You...what are you going to do?"

Di Yan glanced at her, his movements continuing, his tone remaining calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Your wounds are still bleeding. Do you want to be covered in scars if you don't treat them in time?"

With a gentle pull, he yanked her futilely resisting hand away. "I'll treat you."

“No…No need!”

Yugito's face flushed red, both ashamed and anxious. "Once my chakra recovers a bit, these injuries will naturally heal with the power of the tailed beasts!"

She wasn't exaggerating; the Jinchūriki's powerful regenerative abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

"wait?"

Di Yan chuckled, his hands continuing their work.

He deftly ripped off her tattered clothes, which were already stained with blood and dust.

"I don't have that kind of patience. Besides, leaving scars would affect the aesthetics, wouldn't that be a waste of good looks?"

"don't want..."

The wooden figure's screams were drowned out by the sound of tearing cloth.

The cool air touched her skin, instantly raising a layer of tiny goosebumps.

She instinctively tried to hug herself, but Di Yan held her wrist down.

What came into Di Yan's view was a lithe and powerful female body.

His bronze skin was covered with crisscrossing wounds.

In particular, several deep lacerations that exposed bone were still oozing tiny beads of blood, which were especially glaring.

These wounds were not caused by a sharp weapon, but rather by the backlash from Hidan's strange curse.

It's unconventional, yet possesses a strange, war-damaged aesthetic.

"Hidan, that madman, has caused you a lot of trouble with his self-harming methods."

Di Yan's gaze swept over the wounds, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "It's fortunate that I arrived in time, otherwise, you would already be a mangled corpse."

Yugito endured the immense shame brought on by his naked body.

She turned her head away, biting her lip, and squeezed out a soft sound through her teeth:

"Thank you... thank you."

"Thank you?" Di Yan's fingers gently traced a gruesome wound near his collarbone, his fingertips carrying a trace of warm chakra. "Words of thanks are not enough."

Yu Muren's heart tightened, and his voice trembled:

"What...what else do you want?"

Di Yan chuckled softly, leaning closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe:

660 "Isn't it obvious enough what I want?"

Yugito's body froze completely, and he closed his eyes in despair.

Yes, I am now at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board. What can I possibly resist?

She resignedly loosened her clenched fist.

She turned her head away, her voice barely audible, trembling with humiliation:

"Anyway...anyway, I can't resist..."

However, the expected brutality did not come immediately.

She could only feel Di Yan's fingers, imbued with a strange life force, gently tracing her wounds.

A gentle yet powerful warmth flowed from his fingertips.

Wherever it passed, the burning pain quickly subsided.

A tingling, itchy sensation came from the wound.

It began to heal and scab over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the scars are slowly fading!

This exquisite medical ninjutsu was far superior to any medical ninja she had ever seen.

Her rapid improvement in physical condition brought some color back to her previously pale face.

She even unconsciously blushed slightly.

A subtle, almost imperceptible feeling of gratitude quietly welled up inside me...

It seems he didn't just want to torment her...

Just as she was beginning to relax, she heard Di Yan speak in a tone that was both playful and commanding:

"The Two-Tails' chakra within you should have recovered somewhat, right?"

His fingers gently traced her smooth back. "Come, conjure up a cat tail and cat ears for me to see."

Yukito: "..."

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the slight feeling of emotion that had just arisen vanished instantly.

Instead, there was shame and speechlessness at being treated like a plaything.

She looked into Di Yan's eyes, which held a mixture of mockery and anticipation.

A lump formed in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

...

134 Cat Girl Yugito; Failed to capture a single tail.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up! My patience is running out!"

Di Yan urged impatiently, "For you, it's just a matter of mobilizing some Two-Tails chakra, it's very simple."

Yukito abruptly turned his face away.

Her bronze skin flushed with embarrassment and indignation.

A stubborn flame burned in her cat-like eyes.

"Don't even think about it!"

She practically forced out those three words through gritted teeth.

Mobilizing the Two-Tails' power, just to satisfy this kind of...

This kind of perverted fetish?

This is the greatest insult to her and to Lord Youlv!

She would rather be stabbed a few more times.

I would never do such a shameful thing!

Looking at her unyielding appearance, Di Yan was not angry at all; instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and slapped her firm, perky buttocks without any mercy.

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the empty palace.

"Will it change?"

His tone was languid, as if he were teasing a disobedient pet.

A searing pain shot through Yugito's body, causing him to shudder.

She was both shocked and furious. She turned sharply to glare at him, her eyes red with anger.

"You're shameless! You're disgusting!"

Even if you beat me to death, I will never change!

"Really?"

Di Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone remaining calm, but his hands continued moving.