The girl hanging in midair ahead began trembling more violently, her face twisting as her heart slowly twisted with it.
But she was a jonin after all, and her endurance was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Tamura Hiroshi was in no hurry. He even used his knife to cut down a tree and make a simple recliner, then lay back on it. His palm still rested on the camera as he waited for that wonderful moment.
Of course, he was not really that perverted. He simply wanted to plant fear of himself in her heart, so she would not come looking for trouble again.
Don't think that just because you're Lord Danzo's daughter, I won't deal with you.
Izumi Shimura regretted it more and more, and she was genuinely beginning to feel afraid.
If she had known this would happen, and that the bastard was such a pervert, she would never have come to assassinate him.
She should have brought at least a thousand... no, ten thousand Explosive Tags and died together with him.
Even being blasted into charcoal, or reduced to nothing but dust, would have been countless times better than suffering this humiliation.
That bastard was too perverted!
But even if she fell into his hands this time, she absolutely would not let that pervert have his way.
Filled with resolve—indeed, with desperation—the girl displayed perseverance beyond her limits. She held out until the next morning without letting the pervert capture that forbidden scene.
Even when Tamura Hiroshi considerately forced several jugs of insanely spicy chili water down her throat to help, he still failed.
"Just as expected of Shimura Danzō's daughter!"
After sighing with admiration, Tamura Hiroshi put away the camera and leaped away.
He had no choice. He sensed Yakushi Nonō's chakra approaching. Clearly, she