"You...!"
Kurenai Yuhi was choked speechless by his righteous, almost enjoying retortion, and her grip on his collar tightened even more.
Yet she also felt a wave of dizzy weakness mixed with the crisp youthfulness of the boy and the overwhelming pressure of a powerhouse.
"Unreasonable!"
Genya chuckled softly.
His right hand wrapped around Kurenai Yuhi's slender waist, while his left hand deftly neutralized her grip on his collar.
Before Kurenai Yuhi could even utter a gasp of resistance, he scooped her up horizontally in a bridal carry!
"Ah!"
The sudden weightlessness and contact shocked Kurenai Yuhi out of most of her drunkenness, and she let out a cry of alarm.
"Bastard! What are you doing! Let me go, Genya Uchiha!"
She began to struggle, pressing her hands against his chest and pushing, her legs also kicking out unconsciously.
However, her struggles appeared futile in the face of his absolute strength.
He used his foot casually and with pinpoint precision.
"Bang."
The door closed.
Genya carried the constantly struggling Kurenai Yuhi and walked straight into the room.
"Let me go! Did you hear me! What on earth do you want to do!"
Kurenai Yuhi was both embarrassed and anxious, her cheeks burning hot.
She had never imagined that there would come a day when she would be held so forcefully in the arms of a "junior" without the slightest power to resist.
Alcohol, shame and anger, and a stirring she was unwilling to even admit to herself, threw her completely off balance.
Passing through the living room, Genya carried her and adjusted the angle of his arms.
Kurenai Yuhi only felt a loosening on her body.
The casually tied black robe belt had somehow been quietly undone by Genya.
Along with his walking motion, the soft black fabric lost its