However, what Di Yan found particularly interesting was this:
After Tenten was forcibly stripped of her Ninja uniform,
what she wore underneath was not modern clothing.
Instead, it was an ancient-style garment, embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns… At this moment, the soaked silk clung to her body.
But it had a somewhat ancient aesthetic.
It was rather beautiful.
"Interesting…"
A meaningful smile curved Di Yan's lips.
His gaze lingered on Tenten's unique clothing for a few more seconds, "I didn't expect her to be quite traditional."
His gaze, almost substantial, swept over such a beautiful sight.
This made Sakura Haruno and Tenten feel incredibly embarrassed and terrified.
They desperately wanted to hide.
But they could only remain helpless, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
They seemed to be preparing for their unknown fate.
Uchiha Izumi slightly turned to the side and asked Di Yan for instructions:
"Your Majesty, it will be ready soon."
Di Yan nodded, the anticipation in his eyes growing stronger.
He knew that after this long foreplay ended,
the main course was just about to begin.
The air in the room seemed to solidify.
Only the sound of dripping water and anxious, hurried breathing remained.
For Sakura Haruno and Tenten,
this process was nothing short of a long and humiliating torture, a spiritual slow slicing… When the female Ninja finally stopped moving,
and brought them out of the water,
both were flushed pink, their sensitive skin trembling slightly.
Whether it was due to the hot water immersion,
or the extreme humiliation and fear.
Their wet hair clung to their smooth backs.
Water droplets slid down their slender legs, leaving winding trails.
They subconsciously covered themselves with their arms,
trying to retain their last shred of dignity.
Their eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, like two young beasts caught in a trap.
Just then,
Uchiha Izumi walked emotionlessly into the inner room.
She reached out and abruptly pulled open the black curtain that was blocking the view.
What was hidden behind the curtain made Sakura Haruno and Tenten instantly widen their eyes, their pupils contracting in terror.
They were two strangely structured racks, clearly carrying an ominous meaning.
One was an almost completely upright 'X'-shaped iron frame.
But the angle of the supports meant that anyone bound to it would be fixed in a completely open, front-exposed posture.
The back was left empty, as if to facilitate further actions.
The other was an even more unsettling 'pommel horse'-like structure.
It had a distinctly curved saddle, clearly meant for lying prone, covered in black leather.
Several leather straps with metal buckles hung beside it.
Their cold metal structure and the texture of the leather,
formed a strange and terrifying contrast with the ambiguous atmosphere of the room.
Uchiha Izumi turned around, her cold gaze sweeping over the two trembling figures.
Her voice was devoid of emotion: "Choose one."
Choose?
Choose what?
These two things clearly meant no good!
Sakura Haruno and Tenten didn't understand what they were specifically for.
But their female instincts and the current situation gave them an extremely ominous premonition.
Especially Di Yan's undisguised gaze, like he was appraising objects,
made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"W-what are those things? We won't choose!"
Sakura Haruno bravely shouted, her voice trembling.
Tenten was too scared to speak.
She just shook her head desperately, wanting to retreat.
But she was firmly held by the female Ninja behind her.
Di Yan seemed to lose patience, he pouted, his tone flippant and scathing:
"Whatever, both of them are as thin as reeds right now."
"Nothing to look at, just make do."
His words cut into the girls' self-esteem like knives.
And made them even more terrified of the meaning behind the word "use."
Uchiha Izumi received the instruction and no longer waited for their choice, directly ordering:
"Place Tenten on the pommel horse, and fix Sakura Haruno on the X-frame."
The black-clad female Ninjas immediately carried out the order.
Completely disregarding the struggles and whimpers of the two.
Tenten was forcibly pressed down onto the cold pommel horse saddle.
The black-clad female Ninjas skillfully restrained her.
Making her unable to move.
Thus, her perfect curves were undeniably highlighted… As for Sakura Haruno, she was dragged to the other frame, restrained, and all her movements were restricted.
When all defenses and coverings were completely stripped away,
everything would be irreversible.
Watching them being restrained, Uchiha Izumi nodded slightly in satisfaction, then she waved her hand.
The black-clad female Ninjas, just as silently as they appeared,
exited the room.
And closed the door.
At this moment,
only the restrained Sakura Haruno and Tenten remained in the room, along with Di Yan and Uchiha Izumi.
Uchiha Izumi looked at Di Yan and bowed slightly:
"Your Majesty, preparations are complete. Does Izumi need to interrogate them?"
Di Yan's gaze, like a venomous snake, swept over Sakura Haruno's face, flushed with anger and shame.
Then he glanced at some "tools" placed nearby.
A cruel interest curved his lips.
He raised his hand and pointed to one of the black and red torture instruments that looked soft but was incredibly tough.
"I've long found that pink-haired one annoying. Today is a good day to teach her a lesson!"
"First, give that noisy pink-haired one a little appetizer."
Di Yan's voice carried a hint of languid cruelty, "Ten lashes…"
"Let her learn what kind of silence she should maintain in front of Us."
... 61 The benefits brought by Tenten and Sakura Haruno
"Yes."
Uchiha Izumi responded without hesitation.
She walked over and picked up the soft whip… She seemed to have done this countless times, very skillfully.
Immediately after, the whip made a crisp and chilling whooshing sound in the air.
But for the innocent Sakura Haruno, the feeling was not so pleasant.
Watching the approaching, cold-eyed Uchiha Izumi,
Sakura Haruno's green eyes finally couldn't suppress the immense fear that surged within her.
"No… don't come over… how dare you…"
"Hokage-sama won't let you off…"
But at this moment, her threats seemed so pale and powerless.
Uchiha Izumi stopped in front of her, a sneer on her lips.
"Hokage? What in the world is a Hokage?"
With that, she raised her hand… Meanwhile, Di Yan found a comfortable spot to sit down.
He leisurely prepared to enjoy the upcoming "performance."
In this world without mobile phones, there were no games, no short videos, but fortunately, there was live streaming… which could also make one happy… As time passed,
the air in the room was suffocatingly oppressive.
But it was not quiet.
Uchiha Izumi's whipping action was still precise and ruthless, like a tireless robot.
She even had a faint blush on her face, as if she was also enjoying this process?
Every one of her lashes avoided vital points.