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

"Teacher Hong? What's wrong...?"

Kurenai waved her hand, interrupting Ino's question: "I know what you're thinking, and I've investigated it myself."

"Indeed, it would be almost impossible for us to break through their defenses on our own."

She took a deep breath. "It all started because of me. If I hadn't been controlled, Asma and the others wouldn't have..."

"I have to do something, at the very least, to get them out."

Her gaze swept over Ino and Hinata, seeing the determination in their eyes, as well as Hinata's timidity.

She stepped forward and gently patted Hinata's shoulder:

"Don't be afraid, Hinata. This isn't a battle you're fighting alone. We'll go together."

"This is Konoha. As long as we get them out of here, they will be safe."

Kurenai Yuhi is right, this is Konoha.

It is the ninja's headquarters.

The reason why Konoha did not launch a rescue operation.

It was only because of his status as the ruler of the Di Yan Huo Kingdom.

Therefore, Konoha will not break off relations prematurely before things become clear.

But as long as Asuma and the others get away from here...

Konoha has hundreds of ways to make them disappear legitimately.

"Teacher Hong..."

Hinata looked into Kurenai's eyes and saw the undeniable sense of responsibility and a hint of humiliation that she herself shared.

The fear in my heart seemed to have lessened a bit.

Instead, there is a courage to stand together through thick and thin.

The three women exchanged glances, each seeing the same determination in the other's eyes.

They were willing to pay any price to save the people they cared about.

“Since we’re going to ask him for help… we need to show the utmost ‘sincerity’.”

Kurenai Yuhi's voice was low, carrying a sense of recklessness, "That His Majesty seems to really enjoy... being with us."

Upon hearing this, the two women blushed slightly but said nothing.

At Kurenai's suggestion, the three women quietly returned to their residence.

After a while.

Three slender figures appeared in the corridor leading to Di Yan's room.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon them.

Kurenai walked at the very front.

She chose a deep purple cheongsam with a high slit; the tight-fitting fabric perfectly outlined her mature and voluptuous curves.

Her long, snow-white legs were faintly visible as she walked, exuding a decadent yet alluring aura that seemed to have weathered many storms.

She deliberately touched up her makeup.

Her fatigue was concealed, and her red lips were luscious.

His eyes, however, held a complex and unfathomable expression.

Ino followed behind Akane, wearing a short, pale yellow cheongsam.

Fresh and bright yet tightly fitted, it accentuates the girl's youthful vitality and graceful figure.

She tried to appear calm and composed.

But her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner tension.

Hinata was last, wearing a light pink cheongsam, a relatively conservative style.

But it still revealed her slender and graceful body lines.

She kept her head down, her cheeks flushed, and she hardly dared to look up at the road.

His hands were clasped tightly together in front of him.

Her pure white eyes shimmered with moisture, filled with shyness and unease, like a frightened little rabbit.

Three female ninjas, each with a distinct style yet equally captivating, wear suggestive clothing that seems out of place for their ninja identity.

With the same purpose, we walked under the moonlight.

Step by step, we walked toward that door that symbolized the unknown and compromise.

The corridor was silent.

The only sounds were the soft rustling of the cheongsam fabric and their increasingly clear heartbeats.

Finally, they stopped in front of Di Yan's room.

Kurenai took a deep breath and glanced at the two students behind her.

Then he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty... Kurenai Yuhi, Ino Yamanaka, and Hinata Hyuga request an audience."

Her voice tried to remain calm, but it still trembled slightly.

"Come in!"

A lazy voice came from inside the door.

The three women exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and pushed open the door to enter.

Squeak...

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous and tense.

The air was filled with a faint scent of incense and the subtle fragrance emanating from the young woman, a blend of tension and determination.

Di Yan leaned back against the headboard with a relaxed air.

His well-built upper body was exposed to the light, with smooth muscle lines that exuded power.

His gaze was intense, as if he were admiring a carefully prepared gift.

He glanced at the three female ninjas in front of him, each dressed in a cheongsam and possessing a unique charm.

Kurenai Yuhi's mature charm, Ino Yamanaka's youthful beauty, and Hinata Hyuga's shy innocence.

The size of the fabric was magnified to the extreme by the tight-fitting cheongsam.

The forced composure on their faces contrasted sharply with the barely concealed panic in their eyes, creating a captivating and alluring effect.

“A cheongsam…” Di Yan’s eyes lit up.

Was this the same cheongsam he originally designed for Mikoto and Izumi? I didn't expect that Kurenai and the others would have one too.

"come over."

Di Yan's voice carried a hint of lazy command.

The three women exchanged glances, their cheeks flushing.

Finally, she moved her feet and timidly approached the bedside.

Under Kurenai's subtle eye signal.

They began their clumsy service almost entirely on instinct and perhaps due to previous, humiliating "practice."

Yuhi Kurenai knelt beside Di Yan, extending her slightly trembling hand to massage his shoulders with uneven pressure.

Ino knelt on the other side, head down, her small hands clenched into fists, pounding Di Yan's arm repeatedly.

Hinata was extremely shy, almost burying her head in her chest as she squatted at the foot of the bed.

With barely perceptible force, he massaged Di Yan's legs.

Their movements were clumsy and stiff, lacking any skill whatsoever.

Instead, it adds a sense of coercion and intrigue.

.......

59. Konoha's young heroes strike; Sakura Haruno and Tenten are acquired.

Smelling the blend of three fragrances, Di Yan closed his eyes.

A soft hum, seemingly in enjoyment, escaped from his nose.

They seemed quite satisfied with their "sincerity".

He made no further move, simply enjoying this sensual yet powerful moment.

The silence continued, broken only by the faint sounds of massage and the girls' suppressed breathing.

Finally, Kurenai seemed unable to endure the suffocating silence and inner torment any longer.

She pursed her bright red lips and mustered her courage.

The silence was broken by a voice carrying a barely perceptible plea:

"Your Majesty... could you please have mercy and allow us to go see Shikamaru and the others?"

“We…we are really worried about their situation.”

She deliberately softened her stance, trying to move him with tenderness.

Ino immediately echoed, raising her head and trying to make her eyes appear sincere and harmless:

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, we just went to take a look, we absolutely had no other intentions!"

"Just checking to make sure they're safe..."

Hinata also pleaded in a voice barely audible:

"Please, Your Majesty..."

Di Yan slowly opened his eyes, a knowing, slightly mocking smile curving his lips.

His gaze swept over the three faces filled with anticipation and nervousness, and he chuckled softly.

The laughter made the three women's hearts sink simultaneously.

"Ah……

Di Yan shook his head, as if mocking their naiveté. "You three... it seems you haven't paid enough 'tuition fees' yet."

"I still don't fully understand what attitude to have when asking for help, and what 'price' to pay."

He reached out and gently lifted Kurenai's chin with his fingers.

He forced her to look him in the eye, his gaze deep and oppressive.

"Worried about them? Just watch and see?"

Di Yan's tone was slow and leisurely, yet it struck the three women's hearts like a small hammer: "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"What do you take this place for? A charity hall?"

His fingers traced the blush on Yuhi's cheek before withdrawing.

His gaze swept over Ino and Hinata in turn, and he finally spoke slowly:

"If you want my approval, you may."

"Then you should know what to do..."