Ten minutes later, under Gentō's threats, Ada finally left Daemon's room.
She returned to her own bedroom.
The moment she stepped through the door,
Ada lunged for the bed, wrapped herself in a blanket, and huddled in a corner, watching Gentō warily.
She looked remarkably like a hedgehog.
Naturally, Gentō responded by tossing her blanket aside and pinning her beneath him.
Building an emotional connection was still too complicated for Gentō. He had always preferred taking a woman's body first and cultivating affection afterward.
That approach delivered twice the results for half the effort.
Of course, Gentō had no intention of actually doing anything now. He was only frightening her. If he wanted to go any further, he would have to wait until Ada evolved into an Ōtsutsuki.
"Lord Gentō, do the people of the Ninja World know their beloved First Emperor is this kind of man?"
"Won't behaving like this break their hearts?"
Facing Gentō's heated gaze, Ada stubbornly held her ground.
Ultimately, Ada had exhausted every means she could think of to get Gentō to leave her alone.
Gentō offered no response, merely studying her with interest.
In the sunset, Ada's figure looked even more perfect.
Her light blue pajamas hugged her body, offering tantalizing glimpses of her flawless curves.
Her straight legs gleamed in the evening light, her skin firm and smooth.
Her sapphire curls formed elegant loops, threaded with striking rose-pink highlights that made her defiant eyes look even more beautiful.
She was unlike the warm, cheerful Kushina, and unlike the seductive, alluring Mei Terumi.
Ada possessed a lonely, ethereal coolness, like a star in the sky, impossibly distant yet filled with mysterious allure.
"Break their hearts?"
Gentō's voice remained unhurried.
"Miss Ada, you underestimate me. Everything I do is for the sake of saving the