"Thump, thump..." As Tetsuhiro watched, his heart began racing uncontrollably, and his blood seemed to boil.
Old Madara's long, straight black hair, those perfect, voluptuous curves, the skin peeking through his damaged armor, that blend of wildness and allure... Everything drew Tetsuhiro's gaze like a magnet, leaving him momentarily dazed.
He had never seen such stunning beauty. The Uchiha Clan's distinctive domineering edge blended perfectly with feminine softness and charm, creating an irresistible appeal.
Especially when Madara panted, the breathtaking curves of his chest bounced so violently that Tetsuhiro grew dizzy, his heart pounding as though it would leap out of his throat.
"Gulp." Tetsuhiro swallowed instinctively. He actually felt a flutter of attraction, and that feeling sent him into a panic.
"No! No!" Tetsuhiro abruptly snapped out of it and shook his head hard. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and gave himself a resounding slap.
His cheek burned with pain, clearing his head a little.
How could I possibly fall for an old man? This is ridiculous!
He viciously cursed himself inwardly and forced his gaze away,
but his eyes seemed glued to Madara and drifted back of their own accord.
Trembling, he hurriedly repeated to himself, I'm straight. This is all Madara's despicable Genjutsu. He's resorting to dirty tricks just to beat me.
"Release! Release! Come on, release!"
While Tetsuhiro desperately tried to dispel the Genjutsu, Madara landed on the riverbank, water still dripping from his body. Seeing Tetsuhiro turn his face away,
he suddenly realized something. His cheeks flushed faintly, and he instinctively covered his chest. "You bastard, don't look!"
Rage instantly flooded her heart. She fixed Tetsuhiro with a fierce stare and demanded through gritted teeth, "What exactly was in that bottle on the throne? Tell me the truth!"
Tetsuhiro looked over. The sight of