His other hand, however, naturally wrapped around her slender waist.
He pulled her slightly trembling body even closer to himself.
There was almost no gap between them.
Shizune's mind went blank.
Extreme fear and the sudden intimate contact completely robbed her of her ability to think.
She could only futilely grasp Di Yan's arm covering her eyes, her fingertips icy cold.
"It's... it's the Ninja roster... Lady Tsunade ordered... it to be organized for you..."
She stammered in reply, almost instinctively.
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Oh? A roster..."
Di Yan seemed very satisfied with her "honesty," and the hand around her waist patted lightly, "Shizune is indeed capable. Tsunade can't do without you, and I... also think you're very good."
His words were suggestive.
His actions were even more aggressively irresistible.
Shizune's heart pounded so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest.
She seemed to guess what might happen next.
Immense shame and fear drowned her.
But she couldn't even muster a sliver of strength to resist.
The office door was tightly shut.
It was as if this place had become an isolated cage, belonging only to the hunter and the prey.
Di Yan, holding Shizune, sat back down in the large chair belonging to the Hokage.
He adjusted the position of the trembling delicate body in his arms.
Making her sit sideways on his lap.
This posture was full of possessiveness and undeniable intimacy.
One of his hands was still around Shizune's waist, while the other seemingly casually tapped her thigh, which was clad in black trousers.
As if he was thinking, or perhaps silently measuring and appreciating.
"Shizune," Di Yan's voice held a lazy allure, "Don't follow Tsunade anymore. Come be my secretary, how about it? A personal secretary."
Shizune's heart instantly leaped into her throat.
All the blood in her body seemed to rush to her face, then quickly receded, leaving her pale.
She was so frightened her voice trembled, almost pleadingly, she whispered:
"Your... Your Majesty, you... you're joking... This... how can this be..."
"Joking?"
Di Yan chuckled softly, his fingers stopped tapping.
Instead, they slowly, suggestively, moved across her leg.
"Tsunade is already my Empress, that's a fact."
"As her closest secretary, you will naturally be my secretary from now on."
"Isn't it only natural to adapt to your new position in advance 597?"
He lowered his head, resting his chin lightly in the hollow of Shizune's neck.
His hot breath fanned her earlobe.
What he said next made her burn with shame and despair:
"As the saying goes, if there's work, the secretary does it, if there's no work..."
He didn't explicitly state the rest, but the ambiguous pause and tone.
Were enough for Shizune to understand the indecent meaning.
Shizune's mind buzzed?
Her heart was like fifteen buckets drawing water... up and down.
Extreme fear and immense shame intertwined, almost suffocating her.
She instinctively wanted to struggle, wanted to escape.
But her body was stiff and wouldn't obey.
Deep within her, a voice screamed a warning:
Don't resist!
Absolutely do not resist this man!
The life and death of the entire Konoha rested on his whim!
She could only desperately, frantically pray in her heart:
Lady Tsunade... Lady Tsunade, please come back quickly... save me... However, fate did not seem to hear her prayers.
The office door remained tightly shut.
No footsteps were heard from outside.
She could only feel.
The hand that had been lingering on her leg.
Had skillfully moved to her waist at some point.
A gentle hook... "Click."
A faint sound.
The buckle of her belt was undone.
Immediately after, cool fingertips lifted the hem of her top and slid inside.
Touching the warm, soft, and delicate skin of her waist and abdomen.
"Mm..."
Shizune trembled violently, letting out a suppressed, tearful whimper.
Tears finally streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.
Rolling down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes in despair.
Her last shred of hope was completely shattered.
Lady Tsunade... didn't come.
And wouldn't come.
She was like a moth caught in a spider's web.
All her struggles seemed so futile and ridiculous before the powerful predator.
Di Yan felt the complete softening of the delicate body in his arms and the silently flowing tears.
The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
He didn't care about her tears; instead, he found the process of her submission rather intriguing.
Inside the Hokage's office, only faint, blush-inducing rustling sounds remained.
And Shizune's suppressed, intermittent sobs.
Di Yan, while undoing Shizune's restraints, wondered what abilities he would copy from her... 79 Tsunade and Shizune; Senju Hashirama's Vision
Tsunade returned to the Hokage building with heavy steps.
Just now, she had forced herself to be spirited.
She went to the new recruit camp on the edge of the Forest of Death.
Facing those young Ninja who had been forcibly assembled, their eyes filled with confusion, fear, and even anger.
She tried to soothe their emotions.
Attempting to make them accept the new "reality."
She repeated those words, which even she found pale and powerless, over and over again.
Emphasizing the importance of obedience.
Hinting at the terrible consequences of resistance.
Every time she spoke, it was like a slow torture of her own dignity and beliefs.
But she had to do it.
She knew better than anyone.
That man, once angered, would not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife.
To preserve as much of Konoha's future as possible.
She could only choose to cooperate.
Choose to become his "accomplice" in enforcing his iron-fisted policies.
Physically and mentally exhausted, she only wanted to return to her office as soon as possible.
To catch her breath in that familiar chair.
Even if it was just a moment of peace.
However, as she reached the Hokage's office door and her hand just touched the doorknob.
A very faint, yet utterly out of place, unusual sound.
Emanated through the crack in the door.
It was a suppressed, tearful whimper.
Mixed with some... unsettling rustling sounds.
Tsunade's body instantly stiffened.
A cold chill suddenly shot up her spine to the top of her head.
Who was in the Hokage's office?
That sound was... She almost immediately recognized the owner of the whimpering sound... Shizune!
Without any hesitation.
Tsunade violently pushed open the heavy office door!
The scene before her, like the sharpest kunai.
Instantly pierced all her psychological defenses!