At this moment, Kurenai Yuhi felt like an item stripped bare for display, to be scrutinized and judged by others!
"This battle attire..."
Di Yan's fingertips lingered on the rough purple bandages,
feeling the warmth and tautness of the skin beneath the fabric.
"It's full of wild tension, very suitable for you, Yuhi."
"It makes you like a beautiful, untamed female leopard."
His words carried a morbid compliment,
but every word was like a poisonous thorn, deeply piercing Kurenai Yuhi's dignity.
"However,"
Di Yan's tone shifted... his fingertips suddenly pressed hard, almost embedding into the muscles of her back, causing a sharp sting of pain.
"As my Hime, it would be better to wear more suitable luxurious clothes in the future."
"This attire... makes one too easily coveted."
Kurenai Yuhi bit her lower lip fiercely.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, barely suppressing the screams and curses that almost burst from her throat.
Her body was firmly bound by invisible Chakra chains.
She couldn't even turn her head to avoid his sickening gaze.
She could only use her red eyes, burning with rage,
to glare fiercely at Di Yan, trying to tear him to shreds with her eyes.
Di Yan, however, seemed to enjoy her "powerless rage."
He chuckled softly, leaning in closer.
Almost touching Kurenai Yuhi's earlobe.
His warm breath carried the scent of incense, yet it made her feel a chilling cold:
"Don't look at me like that, Yuhi. You know."
"It will only make me... want to conquer you more, to thoroughly crush this pride of yours."
His voice was like a lover's whisper, yet filled with the most malicious threats.
"Look at your perfect waist,"
His hand finally left her back, but then, like an iron hoop, it suddenly encircled Kurenai Yuhi's slender yet resilient waist.
Forcing her stiff body to press even closer to him!
Their bodies were almost touching.
Kurenai Yuhi could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest and the powerful, cold Chakra fluctuations.
"It seems you haven't done anything foolish with Asuma yet..."
His words made Kurenai Yuhi's heart clench.
She had clearly confirmed her relationship with Asuma, how could she... "Let go of me! Di Yan!"
Kurenai Yuhi finally squeezed out a broken sound through gritted teeth,
filled with extreme humiliation and anger.
"You lunatic! Demon! I, Kurenai Yuhi, am a Ninja of Konoha! Not a plaything in your harem!"
"Plaything?"
Di Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The Mangekyo pattern spun rapidly.
A stronger mental pressure, like a tsunami, crashed into Kurenai Yuhi's consciousness,
making her head instantly ache intensely and her vision blur.
"It seems you need to reacquaint yourself with your place, Yuhi."
His voice lost all warmth, leaving only a cold command.
"A Ninja of Konoha?"
He scoffed, tightening the hand around her waist.
Almost as if to snap her bones.
"Soon, Konoha will also prostrate at my feet. And you, Kurenai Yuhi, as my 'Hime,'"
"will become the most perfect... symbol connecting the new order of the Land of Fire with Konoha's old era."
Symbol?
Kurenai Yuhi was almost suffocated by these cold words and the sharp pain in her waist.
She instantly understood Di Yan's deeper, terrifying intention.
He wasn't just trying to possess her as a person.
He wanted to use her as a trophy, a political symbol!
To turn her, Kurenai Yuhi, an elite Jonin of Konoha, the mentor of Team 8... into a living testament to his "Emperor's" taming of Konoha Ninja Village.
Thereby humiliating the Hokage and demoralizing Konoha's spirit.
Proclaiming his absolute authority over the Ninja system!
"Never..." Kurenai Yuhi gasped with difficulty, her eyes burning with an unyielding flame, "I'd rather die..."
"Die?"
Di Yan suddenly gripped her chin,
forcing her to look directly into the Mangekyo, which spun with ominous patterns.
"In front of these eyes, death... is also a luxurious delusion, Yuhi."
"And if you die, Hinata will experience all this..."
"Now, let's begin... the first lesson of 'recollection'."
Di Yan's voice was like a curse... Hinata?
Thinking of her innocent and naive student, Kurenai Yuhi couldn't bear to let her go through this... She was still just a child... A line of clear tears flowed from the corner of Kurenai Yuhi's eye, and she closed them in resignation.
"Asuma..."
A subconscious murmur escaped her lips.
Di Yan, however, laughed even more merrily, gently placing Kurenai Yuhi onto the Dragon Throne, "Yes... keep calling his name later!"
"Bastard... don't touch..."
Rip!
As if he didn't hear Kurenai Yuhi's lament.
That iconic bandage outfit... was torn open... [Ding! Communication with Kurenai Yuhi completed, obtained "Genjutsu: Three Peerless Lotuses."]
An hour later.
Di Yan straightened his back, listening to the system notification in his mind.
To be honest, he was a bit dissatisfied.
He had the Mangekyo; Genjutsu was not a problem for him at all.
He had only plagiarized an area-of-effect Genjutsu from Kurenai Yuhi.
It felt a bit low-grade... Then let's continue.
Without further ado, Di Yan flipped the slightly panting Kurenai Yuhi over... "Wait... you... wait a moment..."
Kurenai Yuhi trembled, unable to form a complete sentence.
How is he still coming?
She was truly afraid!
Her treasure, preserved for so many years, was roughly taken, and that was one thing.
But to be so inconsiderate?
"Ugh ah..."
A shower of pear blossoms pressed against the crabapple...