"Teacher Kurenai? Why are you...?"
Yuhi waved her hand, interrupting Ino's question: "I know what you're thinking, and I've already investigated."
"Indeed, it's 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, Asuma and the others wouldn't have..."
"I have to do something, at least, to rescue them."
Her gaze swept over Ino and Hinata, seeing the determination in their eyes, but also Hinata's timidity.
She stepped forward and gently patted Hinata's shoulder:
"Don't be afraid, Hinata. This isn't a battle you fight alone. We'll go together."
"This is Konoha. As long as we get them out of here, they'll be safe."
Yuhi was right, this was Konoha.
It was the Ninja's headquarters.
The reason Konoha hadn't launched a rescue operation...
was simply due to Di Yan's status as the ruler of the Land of Fire.
So, until things became clear, Konoha wouldn't prematurely break ties.
But as long as Asuma and the others left this place... Konoha had hundreds of ways to make them legitimately disappear.
"Teacher Kurenai..."
Hinata looked at the undeniable sense of responsibility in Yuhi's eyes, and a hint of humiliation similar to her own.
The fear in her heart seemed to fade a little.
Replaced by a courage of shared adversity.
The three women exchanged glances, seeing the same determination in each other's eyes.
To save the important people, they were willing to pay the price.
"Since we're going to beg him... then we must show the greatest 'sincerity'."
Yuhi's voice was very low, carrying a sense of desperation, "His Majesty seems to enjoy... the feeling of us being together."
Hearing this, the two women's faces flushed slightly, but they said nothing.
At Yuhi's suggestion, the three women quietly returned to their residence.
A moment later.
Three graceful figures appeared in the corridor leading to Di Yan's room.
Moonlight streamed through the windowpanes, falling upon them.
Yuhi walked in front.
She had chosen a deep purple cheongsam with a high slit; the form-fitting fabric perfectly outlined her mature and voluptuous curves.
As she walked, her fair, long legs were subtly revealed, exuding a decadent and alluring aura of one who had weathered storms.
She had deliberately applied some makeup to her face.
Concealing her fatigue, her red lips were luscious.
Her eyes, however, were complex and unreadable.
Ino followed behind Yuhi, wearing a short, goose-yellow cheongsam.
It was fresh and bright, yet equally tight and form-fitting, highlighting the girl's youthful vitality and graceful figure.
She tried hard to appear calm.
But her slightly trembling fingers still betrayed her inner nervousness.
Hinata lagged behind, wearing a light pink cheongsam, a relatively more conservative style.
Yet it still fully revealed her slender and delicate body lines.
She kept her head down, her cheeks flushed, barely daring to look up at the path.
Her hands were nervously clasped in front of her.
Her pure white eyes shimmered with water, full of shyness and unease, like a startled little rabbit.
Three female Ninja, each with a distinct style yet equally captivating, wore highly suggestive attire, completely out of place for a Ninja.
With the same objective, treading under the moonlight.
Step by step, they walked towards that door, symbolizing the unknown and compromise.
The corridor was silent.
Only the subtle rustle of cheongsam fabric, and their increasingly clear heartbeats.
Finally, they stopped at Di Yan's door.
Yuhi took a deep breath and glanced at her two students behind her.
Then she raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty... Yuhi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuga, seek an audience."
Her voice tried to remain calm, but an unavoidable tremor still crept in.
"Come in!"
From inside the door, a lazy voice replied.
The three women exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and pushed the door open.
Creak... The atmosphere inside the room was ambiguous and tense.
The air was filled with a faint incense and the subtle scent from the girls, a mixture of nervousness and determination.
Di Yan leaned comfortably against the headboard.
His muscular upper body was exposed in the lamplight, his muscle lines smooth and powerful.
His gaze was burning, as if appreciating a carefully prepared gift.
He surveyed the three female Ninja before him, clad in cheongsams, each with her own charm.
Yuhi's mature allure, Ino Yamanaka's youthful brightness, Hinata Hyuga's shy innocence.
All were amplified to the extreme by the form-fitting cheongsams.
Their forced calm expressions contrasted with the undisguised panic in their eyes, creating an enticing allure.
"Cheongsams, huh..." Di Yan's eyes lit up.
Were these the cheongsams he had originally designed for Mikoto and Izumi? He hadn't expected Yuhi and the others to have them too.
"Come here."
Di Yan's voice carried a hint of lazy command.
The three women exchanged glances, their cheeks flushed.
Finally, they moved their feet, timidly approaching the bedside.
Under Yuhi's subtle gaze.
They began their awkward service, almost by instinct and perhaps from previous, humiliating "practice."
Yuhi knelt beside Di Yan, extending her slightly trembling hands to knead his shoulders with uneven pressure.
Ino knelt on the other side, her head bowed, her small hands clenched into fists, gently pounding Di Yan's arm.
Hinata was the shyest, almost burying her head in her chest, squatting at the foot of the bed.
She massaged Di Yan's legs with such light force it was almost imperceptible.
Their movements were clumsy and stiff, completely lacking any skill.
Instead, they added a forced, suggestive allure... 59 Konoha's Genin Attack; Sakura Haruno, Tenten Acquired.
Inhaling the blended fragrance of the three, Di Yan closed his eyes.
A soft hum of apparent enjoyment escaped his nostrils.
He seemed very satisfied with their "sincerity."
He made no further moves, simply quietly enjoying this alluring and power-filled moment.
The silence continued, broken only by the subtle sounds of massage and the girls' suppressed breathing.
Finally, Yuhi seemed unable to bear the suffocating silence and inner torment any longer.
She pursed her luscious red lips, gathering her courage.
Her voice, with a subtle hint of pleading, broke the silence:
"Your Majesty... Can you, can you be merciful and allow us to see Shikamaru and the others?"
"We... we are really worried about their situation."
She deliberately softened her posture, trying to move him with tenderness.
Ino immediately echoed her, looking up, trying to make her eyes appear sincere and harmless:
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, we just want to see them, we absolutely have no other intentions!"
"Just to confirm if they are safe..."
Hinata also pleaded in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz:
"Please, Your Majesty..."
Di Yan slowly opened his eyes, a knowing, somewhat playful smirk curving his lips.
His gaze swept over the three faces filled with anticipation and nervousness, and he chuckled softly.
That laugh made the three women's hearts sink simultaneously.
"Heh..." Di Yan shook his head, as if mocking their naivety, "You three... It seems the previous 'tuition' wasn't enough."
"You still haven't fully understood what attitude one should have when asking for help, and what kind of 'price' one should pay."
He reached out, his fingers gently lifting Yuhi's chin.
Forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes deep and oppressive.
"Worried about them? Just seeing them is enough?"
Di Yan's tone was slow and deliberate, yet it struck the three women's hearts like small hammers, "Where in the world is there such a cheap thing?"
"What do you take My place for? A charity hall?"
His fingers slid across Yuhi's cheek, then withdrew.
His gaze swept over Ino and Hinata in turn, and he finally said slowly:
"If you want Me to agree, you can."
"Then you should know what to do, right...?"