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

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23. In front of Hinata, Kurenai Yuhi succumbed to the allure of ninja tools.

The moment the cold metal pierced the wound.

Kurenai Yuhi froze, as if the air itself had solidified.

This is a form of punishment… These were Kurenai Yuhi’s last thoughts.

Immediately afterwards...

She carefully observed Di Yan's expression.

Reluctantly following Di Yan's previous "instructions".

Trembling, he mobilized the little chakra he had left in his body, which had just been restored to a trace.

It was slowly injected into the core of that cold ninja tool.

"Om..."

With the infusion of chakra.

The mechanical structure inside the metal device was activated instantly.

Unlike cold weapons such as kunai and senbon.

This ninja weapon has a very high-tech feel to it; it can be considered a product of advanced technology.

As the ninja tools began to operate.

It kept tearing open the already healed wounds of the sunset red.

Repeating endlessly...

This keeps Kurenai's wound constantly being torn open.

It was truly the cruelest form of punishment.

The electric-like pain shot almost from my tailbone to my rosy forehead.

"Ugh..."

Kurenai couldn't help but let out a short cry of pain.

Her face instantly changed from deathly pale to the color of sunset.

Like cooked shrimp.

The body arched as a result of the reaction, and the toes curled up tightly...

Only then did Di Yan reveal a truly "satisfied" smile.

He strode over.

Like admiring a work of art that is about to be completed.

He bent down and effortlessly picked up Kurenai Yuhi, whose body was stiff and whose face was flushed red.

Kurenai was filled with shame and indignation, and tried to struggle.

But the ninja tool continued to hum and brought increasingly intense pain that went against her will.

It left her feeling weak and sore all over, and she could barely move her fingers.

She could only let Di Yan pick her up.

Then, like placing a doll.

He gently placed it next to Hinata, who was curled up in the corner of the bed, terrified.

Di Yan crossed his arms, his gaze like the most precise probe.

His gaze was fixed firmly on Kurenai's face.

I admired every subtle change in her expression.

It felt like watching a meticulously choreographed play.

Hinata trembled as she raised her tearful eyes, looking blankly and fearfully at the Red Teacher placed beside her.

She saw that Kurenai's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering wildly like butterfly wings.

They even clenched their teeth.

It seemed to be using all its strength to resist some kind of pain.

But the incessant buzzing sound was like a demonic noise.

Then, Hinata discovered in horror.

Kurenai's expression began to spiral out of control!

The initial resistance and shame melted away like solid ice under the impact of some irresistible force.

Her blush deepened with embarrassment.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from her smooth forehead.

Her body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Like a candle in the wind.

Between his clenched teeth, a few soft, suppressed, yet strangely trembling nasal sounds began to escape...

"Um...uh..."

That voice carried a vulnerability that Hinata had never heard from the calm and composed Kurenai-sensei before—a vulnerability that was painful, on the verge of collapse.

The buzzing continued and intensified.

Kurenai's trembling became increasingly obvious.

The wound kept being cut open and healed, only to be cut open again...

For Kurenai Yuhi, this was no less severe than any form of punishment.

And the faint sounds gradually became harder to suppress.

Like a seashell that has been forcibly pried open, it leaks out intermittently...

It carried a tone that Hinata couldn't understand, one that was both painful and seemed to carry a different meaning.

Kurenai's body began to unconsciously twist, tense, and then relax.

It was as if they were fighting an invisible enemy, but were being defeated one after another.

She seemed to be trying to escape the erosion of the wound, but by this time her consciousness had become hazy.

Her breathing was rapid, and her brows were furrowed and relaxed.

The person was completely out of control.

In the midst of a storm forcibly dragged by external forces.

Hinata stared blankly at her most beloved teacher.

Amidst the continuous "buzzing" of that cold instrument.

From resistance to confusion, from forbearance to loss of control...

Finally, in an indescribable shudder, a mixture of pain and some kind of extreme feeling, he let out a sound that was suppressed to the extreme.

But she could no longer control the short, drawn-out sobs that trembled with a sob...

At this moment, in Hinata's dazed consciousness...

I finally vaguely understood something.

This... is the punishment.

Not direct violence, but the most humiliating methods.

In front of her, all of Teacher Hong's dignity, composure, and authority as a teacher were stripped away and destroyed bit by bit...

Let her stand in front of the student she most wants to protect.

It reveals its most vulnerable, out-of-control, and primal side.

What Di Yan seeks to destroy is never just the physical body.

What he enjoys is the process of utterly crushing the soul.

Watching Kurenai Yuhi completely sink and lose her mind in the waves of pain.

Listen to that suppressed, broken sobbing.

Hinata's heart felt as if it had fallen into the coldest ice cave.

She hugged herself tightly, buried her face in her knees, and dared not look or listen anymore.

The continuous buzzing sound.

Like a cold, never-ending dirge played for this torture.

Inside the room, only the mechanical hum and Kurenai Yuhi's heartbreaking sobs of utter collapse remained.

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24 Hinata's courage; for her teacher

Amidst the chirping of sparrows in the early morning.

Hinata huddled in the corner, tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked at her most respected teacher, Ms. Hong.

I was deeply shaken by what I saw.

Before her eyes, Kurenai Yuhi finally collapsed from the pain...

Such punishment was truly something she had never seen or heard of before.

At that moment, Hinata was completely stunned.

Teacher Hong did it to protect me...

This thought was like a dull knife, repeatedly cutting into Hinata's heart.

Just for this moment...

An unprecedented surge of courage suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart!

"Please...please let Teacher Hong go..."

Hinata's trembling voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Yet it could be clearly heard in the deathly silent room.

Di Yan was originally enjoying the collapse of Yuhi Kurenai.

Hearing this faint voice, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

His gaze shifted to the Hyuga main family's eldest daughter, who had been cowering in the corner like a frightened rabbit.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

They slowly approached and casually lay down in the middle.

He propped his head up with one hand and looked at Hinata with a leisurely air.

"Oh?"

Di Yan's voice carried a hint of mockery, "Let Kurenai go? Hinata, what can you offer me?"

His gaze swept over Hinata's slender yet already curvaceous body as if it were a tangible presence.