"I have already agreed to Mikoto-jie's request,"
Di Yan's voice deepened and became aggressive, with the self-assuredness of a monarch claiming his reward.
"So... shouldn't Mikoto-jie also agree to fulfill her duty of... 'comforting' me?"
Mikoto's body instantly tensed.
The hatred in her eyes was replaced by a sudden rush of shame and a deep sense of powerlessness.
She looked at Di Yan's young, handsome face, filled with desire.
She saw the familiar, undeniable possessiveness in his eyes, and her heart was a mix of emotions.
The flames of revenge needed his power to ignite.
And the price she paid was this body and her already shattered soul.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently.
As if she had used all her strength.
Finally, that resolute flame of revenge subsided deep within her eyes.
Turning into an almost inaudible sigh.
Filled with endless weariness and resignation.
She did not resist, nor did she accommodate.
She simply acted like a delicate doll, with a numbness akin to sacrifice.
Under Di Yan's gaze, she slowly, actively, turned over.
And straddled him.
Her loose kimono slipped from her shoulders, revealing more of her fair skin.
Under the dim lamplight of the bedchamber, she exuded a tragic yet desperate beauty.
Revenge required a price.
And she, many years ago on that dark and windy night, had already mortgaged herself, along with her soul.
To this young emperor, who was both a lover and a demon.
Clap!
Clap!
The burning wax oil made a series of sounds, echoing endlessly in the hall... [Ding! Communication with Uchiha Mikoto completed, Mangekyo pupil power greatly increased.]
[Please continue your efforts, Host. When you have accumulated 5000 communications with Uchiha clan members, you will upgrade to Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. (4528/5000)]
"Sigh..."
Listening to the system's broadcast, Di Yan's mouth twitched involuntarily.
This system really made him dare not slack off for a moment!
With Mikoto and Izumi, plus Hikari.
Three Uchiha clan members, 4528 communications in eight years. On average, he dared not slack off every day for these eight years... he had to communicate at least one and a half times a day... and there were still 472 communications left until the 5000 required for the upgrade.
Many times, Di Yan really wanted to shout:
System, do you know what I've been through all these years?
Sometimes, Di Yan highly suspected that his unconventional system was some kind of Don Juan system.
It was simply heaven-defying.
"Alright, get up quickly. Hikari will be here soon and will mock me."
The gentle Mikoto had already gotten up, and even tidied up the battlefield.
This made Di Yan couldn't help but marvel.
She truly lived up to her reputation as an A6, with astonishing resilience.
Completely incomparable to a little weakling like Kurenai Yuhi... 9 Little Loli Uchiha Hikari; His Majesty insists.
Who knows how much time passed.
Di Yan was enjoying the sage time.
And Mikoto, unable to refuse him, continued to give him a massage... The bedchamber was filled with an ambiguous and slightly oppressive atmosphere.
Mikoto straddled him.
Her loose kimono half-covered and half-revealed, her fair skin glowing softly under the dim lamplight.
Di Yan's hand lingered on her slender waist.
With a sense of satisfaction of controlling everything.
Just at this subtle moment.
Outside the heavy, carved wooden door of the bedchamber, a clear, somewhat childlike and innocent voice, characteristic of a little girl, suddenly rang out without warning:
"Mikoto-jie... are you inside? Have you seen Big Brother...?"
This voice was like a splash of ice water, instantly extinguishing the sensuous atmosphere in the bedchamber!
Uchiha Mikoto stiffened violently.
Like a startled rabbit, she abruptly sprang off Di Yan.
Her movements were so fast they almost left afterimages!
In her panic, she grabbed the slipping, loose kimono and clumsily wrapped it around herself.
Trying to conceal the shameful marks.
Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, her eyes filled with the embarrassment of being caught.
Di Yan was also momentarily stunned by the sudden interruption.
But then he found it amusing.
He watched Mikoto frantically pulling her kimono tight.
His gaze swept over the faintly visible fair skin that had not been completely covered in her haste.
He suddenly realized.
No wonder he always felt Mikoto's kimono was empty inside when she wore it.
It turned out it was all for his "convenience" to "favor" her at any time.
This realization brought a playful smile to his lips, with a triumphant air of having everything under control.
"It's Hikari," Di Yan's voice returned to its usual calm, even with a hint of deliberate gentleness, "I'm here, come in."
The door was gently pushed open.
A petite figure skipped in.
She looked only twelve or thirteen years old.
Her height was still small, and she wore a well-fitted, dark purple short kimono.
Revealing a pair of slender, straight legs.
Her long black hair fell smoothly, the ends slightly curled.
Her small face was as delicate as the finest white porcelain doll.
Her large eyes were like obsidian soaked in clear water, pure and translucent.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, carrying an innocence unaware of the world.
However, beneath this tender appearance.
There was a startling contrast.
Deep in her eyes, a trace of world-weariness and indifference, completely unsuited to her age, occasionally flickered.
Beneath that purity was an unfathomable darkness.
Her petite stature, far from diminishing her presence.
Instead, formed a highly impactful, unique charm and... a sense of danger.
She was... Uchiha Hikari!
After Di Yan ascended to the throne, he spared no expense, using the vast resources of the Land of Fire.
He searched ancient texts, excavated ruins, and tracked legends across the Ninja World.
He even deployed eight hundred loyal warriors for a carpet search.
Finally, in an ancient sealed land, hidden by a powerful barrier and the passage of time, he found a clue.
He violently broke through the shackles that had been sealed for many years, set by the ancestors of the Senju Clan and Sarutobi Clan.
He "dug" out this Uchiha war weapon, forgotten by history, from the cold underground.
When light once again shone into Uchiha Hikari's eyes, which had been dormant for many years.
Di Yan's figure became the only light she saw after her long, dark years.
She regarded him as her salvation, her sole reliance.
And Di Yan, in turn, gained his greatest trump card, one that allowed him to defy Konoha and even covet the entire Ninja World!
No one knew better than him.
What kind of world-destroying power slumbered within this seemingly harmless little loli!
That terrifying pupil power, originating from the deepest part of her bloodline.
It was the ultimate weapon capable of making any enemy tremble with fear!
Uchiha Hikari skipped towards the bed.
Her small nose suddenly wrinkled, like a little animal sniffing a strange scent.
Her pure, large eyes darted between Di Yan and Mikoto, then she sniffed her small nose hard again.
Immediately, her face showed understanding and a hint of... displeasure.
"Hmm... this smell..."
Uchiha Hikari tilted her head.
Her small mouth pouted slightly, and her eyes became somewhat resentful, "You two were just... just doing something fun!"
Her voice carried a childish accusation.
But the displeasure was real and intense.
She rushed a few steps to Di Yan, looked up at him with her small face, full of grievance and questioning:
"Why didn't you call Izumi-jie, and why didn't you call me to play too?"
"Does Big Brother not like Hikari anymore? Only Mikoto-jie!"
Her small hands were on her hips, looking puffed up with anger.