What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

You can feel the suffocating oppressive aura of Emperor Yan filling the entire room.

Di Yan had appeared here at some point.

It was as if he had been watching everything from the shadows all along.

He completely ignored Kurenai Yuhi, who was lying limp on the ground in agony.

He observed Ino with great interest as she began to unconsciously twist and tear at her clothes.

"Tsk tsk, the effects of this 'Drunken Dream' are indeed something that ordinary people can't withstand."

Di Yan's voice carried a cruel, playful tone.

It's like evaluating the reaction of an experimental subject.

The so-called "Drunken Dream" is actually a potent aphrodisiac concocted by Di Yan.

“Ino is a young girl, but she has a good foundation. It’s a good time to test the effects of the medicine.”

His gaze was almost tangible.

He greedily scanned Ino's cheeks, which were flushed an unnatural red due to the effects of the drugs.

And that beautiful, youthful figure that gradually revealed itself amidst the unconscious struggle.

The loose ninja outfit was torn and disheveled.

Her slender waist and budding curves were on full display.

"It must be said that the girls of the mountain tribe have cultivated their figures quite well."

Di Yan couldn't help but lick his lips.

His eyes gleamed with undisguised possessiveness and wicked thoughts.

He slowly bent down and reached out his hand.

He easily pulled Ino, whose mind was already scattered and whose body was hot and soft, into his arms.

"Well……"

Ino, who was in a trance-like state, seemed to instinctively smell a strong masculine scent.

Far from resisting, they did not.

Instead, it's like a kitten seeking comfort.

In a daze, she snuggled into Di Yan's arms.

Her small hands, though weak, began to tear at Di Yan's robes with great eagerness.

She let out unconscious, tearful whimpers.

"Heh...Interesting."

Di Yan felt the girl's shy yet proactive touch in his arms.

The curve of his lips grew increasingly wicked.

He easily picked up Ino.

He turned and walked towards the large bed inside the room.

Every step felt like stepping on the heart of a setting sun.

Watching Di Yan carry the delirious Jing Ye towards the bedside.

Kurenai seemed to foresee the heinous atrocities that were about to unfold.

Overwhelmed by fear and a lingering instinct to protect her students, she forgot her own predicament.

She blurted out abruptly, "Wait! Your Majesty!"

Di Yan stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes glancing sideways at the crimson sunset.

He carried a hint of annoyance at being disturbed:

"Hmm? What is it? Does Teacher Hong have any further 'guidance'?"

Kurenai felt a chill run down her spine from his icy gaze.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

She knew she was powerless to change any of the devil's decisions.

Any plea for leniency could even backfire.

Under Di Yan's increasingly impatient gaze.

In the end, Kurenai could only lower her head humbly and plead in a trembling, almost inaudible voice:

"Please...please...she...she's still so young..."

In the end, even Kurenai herself couldn't bear to listen to it anymore.

Ask him?

What's the point of begging him at this time?

What a big joke!

Sure enough, Di Yan chuckled softly, as if he had heard something extremely funny.

"Beg me? Heh heh heh..."

He held Ino, who was drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms.

I walked to the bedside and gently laid her down.

Ino, however, remained entangled, just like an octopus...

Then Di Yan turned his head.

She looked at Kurenai Yuhi, who was kneeling on the ground, looking incredibly humble.

A glint of extreme malice flashed in his eyes:

"What? Does Teacher Hong not trust me? Or is it..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his tone filled with insulting innuendo:

"You want... to teach me yourself?"

"After all, Ino is just a genin, and her ninjutsu skills are quite average... right?"

This statement is like the most poisonous needle.

When the message reached Kurenai's ears, it pierced her last shred of dignity.

This……

Kurenai Yuhi felt a chill run down her spine.

She suddenly raised her head, her pretty face drained of all color.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and terror...

Looking at the emperor before her, who had a half-smile, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Di Yan seemed quite pleased with how utterly defeated Yuhi Kurenai looked.

He no longer paid any attention to the sunset.

Turning around, I saw Yamanaka Ino, a figure often overlooked by many...

But for Kurenai Yuhi... almost every second felt like torture in hell.

The glass of water that Kurenai Yuhi herself handed over.

It was the beginning of everything.

It's fair to say she was an accomplice.

But I don't know if it was because I was worried about Ino or something else.

Kurenai knew she couldn't abandon Ino.

As a teacher, she couldn't do that.

So, without leaving a trace, she took out the ninja tool that was controlling her.

Immediately afterwards...

She mustered her courage...

As a teacher, I must share the burden with my students!

.......

43. Ino's value; Asuma takes action.

I do not know how long it has been.

The room was filled with an alluring yet nauseating atmosphere.

Di Yan slowly rose and casually draped an outer robe over his shoulders.

The system interface flashed through his mind.

The message indicated that the [Mind Transfer Technique] had been successfully copied from Yamanaka Ino.

Although this technique itself has many limitations.

It needs to be still and is easily disturbed.

But Di Yan was not disappointed.

He knew that the true value of the Yamanaka clan did not lie in any particular ninjutsu.

Rather, it is the exquisite control and application of spiritual power passed down through generations in their family.

That involves the essence of Yin Release chakra!

"The power of Yin... spiritual power... this is Ino's greatest value."

Di Yan thought to himself, "If we keep 'digging' deeper, we might get some unexpected results."

"It may even be beneficial for mastering more powerful eye techniques in the future, and even... the final evolution of the Sharingan."

However, none of this can be rushed.

He turned to look at the bed.

Ino huddled there, her face as pale as paper.

Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed.

Even while unconscious, he seemed to be suffering some kind of pain.

Tears still clung to her long eyelashes, and her breathing was weak and rapid.

Her unusually frail body would tremble unconsciously from time to time.

Occasionally, she would even roll her eyes slightly due to discomfort.

He has clearly not yet recovered from the drugs and the rough treatment.

Di Yan reached out and gently stroked Ino's sweaty forehead.

The movements could even be described as "gentle".

But his gaze was cold, as if he were looking at a valuable object.

"What an abrupt turn to a beauty."

He whispered to himself.

There was little genuine remorse in his tone.