A Quiet Morning at the Inn (2)

"Uchiha Kei, you bastard!"

Early the next morning, in a hotel somewhere in Konoha's central district, Hyuga Aya glared furiously at Uchiha Kei.

This was the second time. The second time she had been sweet-talked by this guy—and the most crucial part was that she had actually failed to refuse him again.

Hyuga Aya now wondered whether she had been put under Genjutsu. Otherwise, why was she completely unable to refuse this guy's requests?

They had clearly not seen each other for several months, yet the moment they met, she had been bewitched again by a single line of "It's already so late." This was definitely Genjutsu!

"Did you use Genjutsu on me?" Hyuga Aya gritted her teeth as she got up to look for her clothes. "Damn it, where are my clothes? You didn't tear them up, did you?"

"Come on, don't you remember what happened last night? We didn't drink." Uchiha Kei gave her a strange look, then pointed toward the sofa. "Aren't they all over there?"

Hyuga Aya froze for a moment, then turned to look at the sofa. She remembered now.

This time, they had not been all that wild. Everything had seemed natural and warm, yet that only made Hyuga Aya's head hurt even more.

After shooting Uchiha Kei a fierce glare, she slowly walked over to the sofa and picked up her clothes.

Uchiha Kei was somewhat baffled. Although this woman had resisted a little last night, hadn't she been exceptionally cooperative in the end?

Her eyes had even rolled back.

Why had she turned into this the moment morning came, making it seem as though he had forced himself on her?

Still, he was no fool. Sometimes, whether it was necessary or not, one simply could not reason with a woman, because one