One could feel the suffocating pressure belonging to Di Yan filling the entire room.
Di Yan had appeared here at some unknown time.
It was as if he had been watching everything from the shadows.
He completely ignored Kurenai Yuhi, who was paralyzed on the ground and in great pain.
He sized up Ino Yamanaka, who had already begun to twist and tear at her clothes unconsciously, with great interest.
"Tsk, tsk, the effect of this 'Drunken Dream' is indeed not something ordinary people can withstand."
Di Yan's voice carried a cruel playfulness.
It was as if he was evaluating the reaction of a test subject.
The so-called Drunken Dream was actually a potent aphrodisiac that Di Yan had concocted.
"This girl Ino, is young, but her foundation is not bad; she's perfect for testing the drug's effects."
His gaze was substantive.
He greedily swept over Ino's cheeks, which were flushed an abnormal red due to the drug's effects.
As well as her shapely figure full of youthful vitality that was gradually revealed in her unconscious struggles.
The loose Ninja outfit was pulled into disarray.
Revealing her slender waist and budding curves.
"I have to say, the Yamanaka clan's girls are raised with remarkably outstanding figures."
Di Yan couldn't help but lick his lips.
His eyes flashed with undisguised possessiveness and evil thoughts.
He slowly leaned down and reached out his hand.
He easily pulled Ino, whose spirit had long been scattered and whose body was hot and soft, into his arms.
"Ugh..."
Ino Yamanaka, in a daze, seemed to instinctively smell a strong masculine aura.
Not only did she not resist.
Instead, she was like a kitten seeking comfort.
She groggily burrowed into Di Yan's arms.
Her small hands began to tear at Di Yan's robes weakly but eagerly.
Unconscious, tearful whimpers escaped her lips.
"Heh... interesting."
Di Yan felt the youthful yet proactive touch of the girl in his arms.
The curve of his lips grew more wicked.
He effortlessly picked up Ino Yamanaka.
Turning around, he walked towards the large bed in the room.
Every step felt like he was stepping on Kurenai Yuhi's heart.
Watching Di Yan carry the delirious Ino towards the bed.
Kurenai Yuhi seemed to see the outrageous atrocity that was about to happen in the next moment.
The immense fear and a trace of residual instinct to protect her student made her forget her own situation.
She blurted out, "Wait! Your Majesty!"
Di Yan paused.
Slowly turning his head, his eyes glanced sideways at Kurenai Yuhi.
He asked with a hint of displeasure, "Hmm? Does Teacher Kurenai have any 'advice'?"
Kurenai Yuhi felt a chill run down her spine from his icy gaze.
The words reached her lips but then became stuck.
She knew that she was powerless to change this demon's decision in any way.
Any plea might even backfire.
Under Di Yan's increasingly impatient gaze.
Kurenai Yuhi could only humbly lower her head, begging in a trembling, almost inaudible voice:
"I... I beg you... She... she's still young..."
By the end of her sentence, Kurenai Yuhi herself couldn't bear to listen.
Beg him?
What was the point of begging him at this time?
It was simply a huge joke!
Sure enough, Di Yan seemed to have heard something extremely funny and chuckled softly:
"Beg me? Heh heh heh..."
He held Ino Yamanaka, who was constantly losing consciousness in his arms.
He walked to the bedside and gently put her down.
Ino Yamanaka, however, clung to him like an octopus... Then Di Yan turned his head.
Looking at Kurenai Yuhi kneeling on the ground, utterly humble.
A particularly malicious glint flashed in his eyes:
"What? Teacher Kurenai doesn't trust This One? Or is it that..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, his words full of insulting innuendo:
"You want to... personally guide her a little?"
"After all, Ino Yamanaka is just a Genin, and her Ninjutsu skills are very average... right?"
These words were like the most poisonous needle.
Reaching Kurenai Yuhi's ears, they pierced her last shred of dignity.
This... Kurenai Yuhi only felt her scalp tingle.
She suddenly raised her head, her pretty face completely drained of color.
Her eyes were filled with unbelievable horror... Looking at the emperor in front of her, who seemed to be smiling but wasn't, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say a word.
Di Yan seemed very satisfied with Kurenai Yuhi's completely defeated appearance.
He ignored Kurenai Yuhi.
Turning around, before him was Ino Yamanaka, who had been ignored by many... But for Kurenai Yuhi... almost every second was like being tortured in hell.
The cup of water that Kurenai Yuhi had handed out with her own hands.
Was the beginning of everything.
It could be said that she was completely an accomplice.
But whether it was because she was worried about Ino Yamanaka or because of something else.
Kurenai Yuhi knew that she couldn't ignore Ino Yamanaka.
As a teacher, she couldn't do that.
So, she took out the Ninja tool that controlled her without leaving a trace.
Then... she mustered her courage... As a teacher, she must share the burden for her disciple!
... 43 Ino's value; Asuma makes a move
It was unknown how long had passed.
The room was filled with a kind of enchanting but nauseating aura.
Di Yan slowly got up and casually put on a robe.
The system interface flashed through his mind.
Prompting that he had successfully copied the [Mind Body Switch Technique] from Ino Yamanaka.
Although this technique itself had many limitations.
It required stillness and was easily interfered with.
But Di Yan was not disappointed.
He knew that the true value of the Yamanaka clan was not a specific Ninjutsu.
But rather their family's inherited, exquisite control and application of spiritual power.
That involved the essence of Yin Release Chakra!
"Yin power... Spiritual power... This is Ino's greatest value."
Di Yan thought to himself, "If I 'dig' well, there may be unexpected gains."
"Even it may be beneficial to controlling more powerful eye techniques in the future, and even... the final evolution of the Sharingan."
However, all of this could not be rushed.
He turned his head to look at the bed.
Ino Yamanaka was curled up there, her face as pale as paper.
Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed.
Even in her unconsciousness, she seemed to be enduring some kind of pain.
Long eyelashes still hung with tears, her breathing weak and rapid.
Her particularly frail body trembled unconsciously from time to time.
Occasionally, she would slightly roll her eyes back due to discomfort.
Obviously, she had not yet recovered from the drugs and the brutal treatment.
Di Yan reached out and gently stroked Ino's sweaty forehead.
The action could even be called a hint of "tenderness."
But his eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a valuable item.
"What a pity to treat such a beauty so rudely."
He muttered to himself.
There was not much real apology in his tone.