The Loser

After castrating Obito, Shiraishi Yoshijo disdainfully tossed the thing into the trash can, then said with a smile, "This is your punishment for failing this time, Obito. Remember this lesson and don't fail again. I have high expectations for you!"

Obito stared fixedly at Shiraishi Yoshijo, making no attempt to hide the killing intent in his eyes.

He said nothing. Anything he said now would be superfluous.

Having fallen into Shiraishi Yoshijo's hands, he could only let this bastard manipulate him. That was reality.

He could only swear silently in his heart that he would repay today's humiliation tenfold someday!

Unfortunately, Shiraishi Yoshijo still had no intention of letting him off.

"You came to Peach Country to see Rin? Fine, I'll let you meet her."

Obito's expression changed, filled with both anger and panic. "Wait! I don't want to see Rin!"

What kind of joke was this?!

He wanted to see Rin, but he absolutely did not want her to see him in his current state, displayed like some specimen!

No man wanted to humiliate himself before the woman he loved, and Obito happened to be a man with strong pride. Otherwise, he would not have constantly competed with Kakashi when they were children.

"Oh? Are you sure you don't want to see Rin?"

Obito nodded frantically.

Shiraishi Yoshijo grinned wickedly. "Beg me."

Damn it!

Obito hated Shiraishi Yoshijo to the marrow of his bones. Never before had he felt such an urgent impulse to kill someone.

But with the knife in another man's hand and himself at his mercy, Obito had no means of resistance. Only one question lay before him.

Should he beg for mercy or not?

Begging would make him lose all face before Shiraishi Yoshijo, but refusing to beg would make him humiliate himself before Rin.