With her chakra suppressed, she was no stronger than an ordinary nineteen-year-old girl. And if not for the enormous exhaustion of her body, perhaps her resistance would have been partially successful, but now she could not find the strength in herself to overcome the grip of the strong young man who seized her arms and forcibly pinned her to the bed.
"I'm sorry, Kasumi. I won't harm you, don't struggle…" Kenshin whispered, but it didn't work. The girl growled and began thrashing even harder, falling into hysterics.
Kenshin had to hold her for another ten minutes until she finally stopped thrashing in hysterics and at last heard his offer:
"Calm down! I promise no one here will lay a finger on you! You'll be free in a week. If you want—you can go wherever your eyes take you, I promise!"
"You bastard, how can I believe you?!" Kasumi growled with her last strength, pinned to the bed.
"While you were unconscious, I didn't do anything indecent to you. In a week you'll be completely free and can go wherever you want." Kenshin repeated once more, trying to calm the girl.
The exhausted Kasumi finally calmed down a little and decided she had no choice but to wait at least until she regained her form and rested properly.
Moreover, contrary to common sense, deep in her soul Kasumi believed Kenshin again. She immediately scolded herself mentally, but the friendliness she had shown him from the very beginning still hadn't fully faded.
As soon as the girl calmed down, Kenshin released her and moved aside. He took a glass of water and said: "You're dehydrated, here, drink."
The girl stared silently at the young man for several seconds, and after he took a sip, she finally accepted the offered glass and emptied it in careful gulps.
"You need to rest. Don't worry, no one will disturb you. Here, there's a latch, and you can lock yourself in. No one can enter silently, and you'll be able to rest properly." Kenshin said with a smile, trying to look as friendly as possible.
He felt disgusted with himself for making such a beautiful girl cry, so he planned to keep his word, not take her by force, and even let her go in a week if she wanted to leave. In this he was being a little dishonest, hoping that the Patriarch's Charm would play its role. Moreover, he was confident in his skills with women and hoped it would all work out.
As soon as Kenshin left the room, Kasumi struggled to her feet and slid the latch, wanting to feel at least some semblance of safety. She wasn't in the mood for sleep, so she began rummaging through the room in search of anything that could help her escape.
Unfortunately, there were no sharp metal objects in the room, but she didn't despair and continued inspecting everything. But as soon as she looked into the wardrobe, she immediately forgot her original goal. Inside was an enormous amount of incredibly beautiful and stylish women's clothing from Kenshin's previous world. The young kunoichi had never seen such material, cut, or style, but everything she saw delighted her madly.
Though Kasumi was a professional kunoichi, like many girls she adored everything beautiful, especially gorgeous clothes. Even in such a depressed state, she couldn't resist noticing a beautiful pink top with a heart design on the chest and short summer shorts that she would never wear in public due to her natural shyness. But when she came across a small drawer filled with various panties, she instantly slammed it shut and blushed. The transparent panties she saw were the most revealing underwear she had ever encountered.
Distracted from her previous fears, the girl didn't notice how she relaxed and grew sleepy. For greater safety she propped a chair against the door handle, and only then was able to lie down on the bed, for the first time noticing the softness and incredible comfort of this truly royal bed.
As a member of the main branch of the Nara Clan, Kasumi was accustomed to luxury, but she had never seen anything like this room. Everything was done in a style completely unfamiliar to this world, made from utterly unknown materials. If everything didn't look so realistic, she would long ago have thought she was dreaming. But the Nara Clan training in recognizing altered states and detecting simple genjutsu had not been in vain, so the girl was certain that everything around her was absolutely real.
Lost in her thoughts, the girl didn't notice how she drifted off to sleep. The effects of three sleepless nights and general bodily exhaustion took their toll.
At the same moment, in the living room, Kenshin sat in the family head's armchair, while two of his magnificent wives with visible bellies sat on the sofa opposite him.
"Kenshin, are you sure it was worth bringing home this dangerous kunoichi?" Aya asked, clearly displeased that her husband had brought yet another woman into the house.
"Yes, Kenshin, she's right. If you decided to bring home this incredibly cunning bitch from the Nara Clan, you should at least tie her up and throw her in the basement!" Natsumi added indignantly, utterly unpleased that a third woman had appeared in the house.
"Calm down, both of you. First, we don't have a basement. Second, she's not as bad as you think. Moreover, she's wearing those very suppression bracelets, and if she tries to break them, even with a kunai it will take some time, and I'll feel it immediately. Third, Natsumi, how can you say that? What if when we met I had kidnapped you the same way and tied you up in a cold, damp basement?"
"Hm…" Natsumi was surprised, not knowing what to answer, then added: "Well… I wouldn't mind if you tied me up right now and…"
"Natsumi, stop it!" Aya exclaimed indignantly, shocked at how frank and vulgar her best friend could be.