Ten minutes later, under Xuandou's threats, Eida finally left Daemon's room.
She returned to her own bedroom.
The moment she entered,
Eida lunged for the bed, wrapped herself in a blanket, and huddled in a corner, watching Xuandou warily.
Her appearance and posture strongly resembled a hedgehog.
Naturally, Xuandou responded by throwing off Eida's blanket and pinning her beneath him.
Developing feelings was still too complicated for Xuandou. He had always preferred to claim the body first and develop feelings afterward.
That achieved twice the results with half the effort.
Of course, Xuandou had no intention of making a move now. He was only scaring her. To actually do anything, he would have to wait until Eida evolved into an Ōtsutsuki.
"Lord Xuandou, do the people of the Shinobi World know that their beloved First Emperor is this sort of person?"
"Won't you break their hearts by acting like this?"
Facing Xuandou's heated gaze, Eida remained where she was, her neck stiff.
Whatever she said, Eida was exhausting every effort to make Xuandou let her go.
Xuandou gave no response, merely studying her with interest.
In the setting sun, Eida's figure looked even more perfect.
Her light blue pajamas clung to her body, outlining its perfect curves through the half-concealing fabric.
Her straight legs gleamed in the sunset, her skin firm and smooth.
Her sapphire curls formed elegant loops, interspersed with striking rose-pink highlights that made her stubborn eyes look ever more beautiful.
She was unlike the warm, outgoing Kushina, and unlike the seductive, alluring Mei Terumi.
Eida possessed a lonely, ethereal coolness, like a star in the sky, impossibly distant yet carrying a mysterious charm.
"Break their hearts?"
Xuandou's voice remained unhurried.
"Miss Eida, you underestimate me. Everything I do is to save the Shinobi World, so why would