As Xuandou gave his command.
Konan's body slowly walked toward him against her will.
By then, the chakra in Konan's body had long since run out. Unable to maintain the Transformation Technique, she had returned to her original appearance.
She wore a black Akatsuki robe patterned with red clouds. Its loose fabric could not conceal the curves beneath.
Her short, light blue hair bore a light purple paper flower at the ends, making her cool face look all the more exquisite.
Her curved brows were like wisps of mist, her nose straight and elegant, and her thin lips pressed together with a trace of stubbornness and coldness.
But Xuandou knew that her cold expression was only a disguise.
For he could catch a trace of fear and panic in those light orange eyes.
Beneath her robe, her figure was faintly visible.
The full curves of her chest pushed the fabric out slightly, while the cord tied around her waist outlined a slender waist small enough to encircle with his hands.
Through the slit in her robe, a stretch of fair calf occasionally showed, its lines smooth and graceful.
Even in her disheveled state.
She still exuded a cool, austere, yet inexplicably alluring air.
Xuandou studied her with interest, making no attempt to hide his gaze.
His scrutiny made Konan uncomfortable all over, and at last, she completely panicked:
"You... what are you going to do!"
Her voice had lost its usual cool composure.
The situation before her had slipped entirely beyond her control.
She knew all too well what happened to Kunoichi who fell into enemy hands.
Having grown up amid war, she had seen far too many women violated by the enemy after defeat.
Those heart-rending screams, those despairing eyes, those bodies discarded like rags afterward...
The thought of