Harem +2

"How... how was this possible...?"

At the center of the great hall, Priscilla stared at the white-robed figure slowly stepping forward.

Her exquisitely beautiful, imperious face

was completely suffused with a deep, feverish blush.

Tobirama Uchiha wore the Great Empire's dragon robe, his silver hair drifting through the air.

With every step he took,

the void

rippled faintly with golden, sacred light, his divine might towering over all.

The irresistible pure yang aura of the Perfect Sage Body surged like a tidal wave.

Riding the cool mana currents in the hall, it entered Priscilla's nose.

That aura

was scorching,

overbearing, and filled with supreme authority.

The instant it touched her,

her blood began to race.

An indescribable heat unlike anything she had ever felt

erupted from deep within her like a volcano.

"Such a hot aura... my body... it's melting..."

Priscilla's beautiful eyes stayed fixed on Tobirama.

Those proud eyes that had once looked down on everyone

were now clouded with mist and longing.

Her pride crumbled.

Clack!

A sharp, sudden sound

broke the deathly silence and crushing tension in the hall.

Priscilla's fingers went limp.

The golden folding fan she always carried, a symbol of her pride and command,

slipped from her grasp

and fell onto the hard, cracked marble floor.

The fan had fallen,

but Priscilla no longer cared about her plaything.

She gasped for breath.

Her full chest

rose and fell sharply with each ragged breath.

"My lord... I am yours..."

Priscilla bit her pale lips.

Her face was so flushed it seemed ready to bleed.

Overwhelmed by the pure scent, her legs gave way completely.

This imperial princess, who had once been fiercely proud and treated ordinary people as beneath her,

cast aside

every shred of noble dignity.

Her face burning,

she stumbled forward, then