Night.
Konan noticed that Samui had suddenly arrived and was talking with Robin, Hancock, and Nami in the living room.
Curious, she walked over. "Miss Samui?"
The four of them turned to look at her at the same time.
Konan asked, "Is something wrong?"
Samui smiled. "Nothing much. His Majesty will be coming to my place tonight, so I'm here to bring Miss Robin, Miss Hancock, and Miss Nami along."
Go there for what…
Konan immediately stopped herself from speaking further, feeling a bit awkward.
She regretted stepping out of her room.
Samui glanced at her, noticing that Konan was dressed in neat loungewear and that the lip piercing beneath her lower lip had been removed.
She asked, "Miss Konan, what happened to the jewelry on your lips?"
This only made Konan feel more embarrassed.
Her lip piercing and navel ring had originally caught the Emperor's attention, which was why she had deliberately removed them.
"I found them a little inconvenient, so I took them off," she replied.
Samui chuckled softly. "Is that so? It doesn't matter when you're at home, but it seems His Majesty actually likes that style quite a bit."
"..."
Konan fell silent.
She understood the implication behind Samui's words—was she suggesting that she should put them back on when meeting the Emperor to please him?
Why should she?
After a brief pause, she simply replied, "That's my own decision."
Samui didn't press the issue further and soon left with Robin and the others.
Now alone in the room, Konan suddenly felt a sense of unease.
If the Emperor ever came here and did something outrageous in this very home… what would she do then?
She had to do something.
..............
Early the Next Morning.
Kaguya arrived at the front hall of the palace.
She had remembered everything Samui told her yesterday—her current identity was that of a servant, so she should come and attend to her emperor and master.
However, when she arrived, the emperor had yet to show up.
Only Samui was there, organizing some things.
Kaguya could see that her master was still at home, sound asleep, completely unguarded, with a woman in his arms.
She wondered if doing something right now would catch his attention.
It wasn't until late morning that Makoto finally arrived at the palace's inner hall.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Samui greeted with a bow.
"Morning," Makoto replied casually.
"Did Your Majesty rest well last night?" Samui asked with a teasing smile.
Makoto shot her a glare—this woman dared to mock him.
Without hesitation, he smacked her on the backside.
Last night had been quite the indulgence at Samui's place.
By the time he returned home, it was already late, and Ayari had long fallen asleep.
Not wanting to disturb her, he ended up sneaking into Kushina's room, only to find that Mikoto was there as well.
One thing led to another, and the night turned into yet another exhausting affair.
It was fortunate that Makoto's physique had long surpassed that of ordinary people—otherwise, handling so many women would have been impossible.
"I'm going to take a nap," he said, heading toward the inner chamber.
There wasn't much official business for him to handle, and most of it could be managed by Samui anyway, leaving his days rather leisurely.
Kaguya followed him into the inner chamber and watched as he lay down on the couch.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, she asked, "With your level of power and physique, shouldn't you have long since outgrown the need for sleep?"
"That would be too boring," Makoto responded.
"I didn't seek power just to end up devoid of all desires."
Kaguya remained silent.
In her view, these base worldly desires should be nothing more than obstacles on the path to attaining power.
Makoto lay on his side, looking at Kaguya, and suddenly grinned. "Why don't you try experiencing what it's like to be a mortal?"
Kaguya was puzzled, but Makoto simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Nearly an hour passed before he slowly opened his eyes again.
Kaguya had remained silent the entire time—she did not feel fatigue.
"Pour me a glass of water," Makoto said.
Kaguya turned to look at the nearby tea stand, where a container stored plenty of water.
However, unfamiliar with how to use it, she thought for a moment before directly using her chakra to condense water from the air and place it into a cup.
Makoto: "..."
Sitting up on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge, he said, "Come here."
Kaguya, still holding the cup, stepped forward.
Compared to Hancock and Tsunade, she was even more clueless—she didn't even have the most basic life skills.
With a flick of his hand, Makoto sent the cup of water floating back to the tea stand.
"Kneel."
Kaguya did not resist and obediently knelt before her master.
Makoto placed his hands on her shoulders, and in an instant, Kaguya felt her chakra being rapidly drained by him.
Her expression changed drastically as she tried to break free, but her body was restrained by his chakra—she couldn't move.
"Don't resist!" Makoto suddenly commanded.
Kaguya had been about to activate Heavenly Prison to stop him, but upon hearing his words, she hesitated and frowned. "What are you doing?!"
Makoto did not drain all of her chakra, leaving her with a portion.
However, to Kaguya, the amount left was so little it was practically the same as having none.
Makoto then placed several seals on Kaguya's body, sealing away the remaining bit of chakra as well.
"Didn't I say? I want you to experience what it's like to be a mortal," Makoto said.
For the first time ever, Kaguya felt something entirely unfamiliar—her body seemed to be sounding an alarm, desperately craving energy.
She was hungry.
The sensation was unsettling, making her feel deeply uneasy.
She couldn't help but ask, "When will you return my chakra to me?"
Makoto lifted her delicate chin, looking down at her.
"When you truly accept yourself as my servant, learn how to be an obedient one, and become capable of pleasing me… then I'll consider returning your chakra."
Grrr~
A low rumbling suddenly came from Kaguya's stomach.
She instinctively placed a hand over her abdomen.
"It's not mealtime yet. You'll have to endure it for now."
Makoto left the inner chamber, and Kaguya got up from the floor.
She spotted the cup of water she had condensed earlier on the tea stand, quickly grabbed it, and drank it in one go.
But water couldn't fill an empty stomach.
The hunger didn't subside in the slightest.
Kaguya looked down at her own hands.
She couldn't use even the tiniest bit of chakra.
This was what it truly felt like to be mortal—hunger, weakness…
She followed Makoto out of the resting chamber and saw him leisurely sitting on the sofa, flipping through documents.
With nothing else to do, she followed him.
A short while later, Samui entered the room, carrying a fruit platter and tea, setting them on the table.
Kaguya had tasted human food before.
Back when she was revered as the Rabbit Goddess ruling over the world, she had been worshiped and honored, indulging in countless luxuries.
But at that time, eating human food was merely part of receiving the offerings of mortals.
Now, as she stared at the neatly sliced fruit on the plate, her excessive hunger made her mouth involuntarily water.
Without thinking, she instinctively reached out for a piece.
Samui did not stop her, but Makoto suddenly tapped the back of her hand with the pen in his hand.
Kaguya felt pain—real pain.
Instinctively, she withdrew her hand.
To think that a mere strike from a small pen could cause her pain…
"Can't you ask if you want to eat? Have you forgotten your place?" Makoto said casually while flipping through his documents.
"… This servant wishes to eat," Kaguya finally said.
"You're not allowed," Makoto replied flatly.
At that moment, Samui picked up a piece of apple with a skewer and brought it to Makoto's lips.
Watching the juicy fruit being bitten into, Kaguya felt even hungrier.
Her hands clenched into fists, and an unfamiliar feeling of grievance welled up within her.
How did she end up like this?
Reduced to a weak and powerless mortal.
But it was just hunger—of course, she could endure it.
How could the mere instincts of a mortal body possibly break her?
By noon, Mabui arrived with a lavish meal.
Only then did Makoto turn to Kaguya and say, "You may eat now."
Kaguya glanced at the extravagant dishes but coldly replied, "No need."
She wouldn't die anyway.
She simply had to endure the pain, and eventually, it would pass.
Surely, her so-called master wouldn't want to see her perish just like that.
With this thought in mind, Kaguya made up her mind.
Back then, Kaguya had ambushed Otsutsuki Isshiki because she refused to sacrifice herself to the Ten-Tails and permanently lose her identity.
Seeing her stubbornness, Makoto no longer paid her any attention and instead enjoyed the lavish meal with Samui.
His appetite had always been large, so Mabui prepared abundant meals daily.
However, today, he didn't finish everything.
He left some food on the table in the resting chamber and didn't let Samui clean it up.
During the meal, Kaguya's gaze frequently drifted toward Makoto and Samui.
Watching Makoto eat with great enjoyment, she couldn't help but wonder—was the satisfaction of indulging in such lowly mortal desires really that pleasurable?
Once the thought emerged, it refused to fade, making her already intense hunger even more unbearable.
She didn't understand why hunger was so excruciating for mortals—or perhaps it was her master who had manipulated her body, deliberately intensifying her suffering.
Her mind kept replaying the image of Makoto eating.
Though her eyes were directed elsewhere, her Byakugan allowed her to clearly see everything within the resting chamber—the leftover food sitting there, untouched.
"Pour me a glass of water," Makoto suddenly commanded.
"…"
Silently obeying, Kaguya walked toward the resting chamber.
But the moment she opened the door, the rich aroma of the food wafted over her, aggressively stirring her senses.
Her body was screaming for nourishment—desperately craving the food before her.
And yet… if she ate it, how would her master perceive her?
She just had to endure it.
If she could push her frail mortal body to the brink of collapse, to the point where extreme hunger drained her of strength—even brought her to the verge of death—then perhaps that would be the moment he would finally waver.
She walked over to the water dispenser.
Having observed Samui using it earlier, she now knew how to operate it herself.
However, her movements were slow—deliberate.
The lingering aroma of food in the resting chamber made her reluctant to leave.
Her stiff neck twisted as she stared at the dishes on the table.
She didn't care that others had already eaten from them.
To her, their only purpose was to replenish her body's energy.
Just like chakra…
"Your water is overflowing," a voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.
It was Samui.
She was leaning against the doorframe, watching Kaguya with an amused expression.
Kaguya quickly turned off the dispenser, picked up the now-full glass, and carried it toward the door.
As she passed by Samui, she suddenly heard the woman whisper, "You're really hungry, aren't you?"
Kaguya froze for a moment but didn't respond.
Instead, she carried the glass of water to Makoto and placed it in front of him.
Makoto glanced at the full cup but said nothing, continuing to handle his official duties.
Samui reached out and shut the door to the resting chamber.
For some reason, the sound of the door closing rang exceptionally clearly in Kaguya's ears, as if sealing her off from the meal she had been resisting.
Kaguya endured.
From noon until dusk, she remained silent.
Ever since Makoto had denied her that piece of apple, she had not uttered a single word of complaint.
By the end of the day, Makoto left the loft.
Without the ability to use chakra, Kaguya could only walk back to her residence.
Hunger wasn't the only thing tormenting her now—fatigue had also crept into her body, especially after going the entire day without eating.
Samui noticed her exhaustion.
When she got home, she had Mabui prepare a bento, then personally brought it to Kaguya's residence.
The door was left open.
Stepping inside, Samui found Kaguya lying motionless on the sofa.
But the moment Samui entered, Kaguya slowly sat up.
"Do you need something?" Kaguya's tone remained indifferent.
Samui scoffed inwardly at her continued aloofness.
She walked to the dining table, set down the bento she had brought, and opened it, revealing an assortment of delicate dishes.
"We made too much for dinner at home. You probably don't know how to cook, do you?" she said.
"I will not eat. Take it away," Kaguya replied coldly.
"Suit yourself."
Samui left the bento on the table and walked away.
She wasn't offering food out of kindness—she was simply curious to see how long this woman could hold out.
No matter the outcome, Samui would be satisfied.
If Kaguya ate, it meant she had lowered her head.
If she didn't, the mere presence of food would torment her even more.
After Samui left, Kaguya's gaze remained fixed on the bento on the table.
The house was empty.
She was the only one here.
If she ate it now, no one would see, right?
Without chakra, she couldn't use her Byakugan.
She had no way of knowing if her master was watching her at this moment.
He probably wasn't.
At this hour, he was most likely indulging in his lowly desires again, entangled with his women...
And yet, wasn't she also being tormented by these lowly desires of mortals?
Kaguya was exhausted and starving.
Eating the bento shouldn't be a big deal, should it?
After all, that woman Samui had brought it specifically for her, hadn't she?
And no one would find out.
If Samui asked tomorrow, she could simply say she had thrown it away…
But not long after the thought surfaced, Kaguya began berating herself.
Hadn't she resolved to endure no matter what?
Unwilling to remain in the living room any longer, she retreated to the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Lying in bed, her thoughts remained in turmoil.
She recalled what Samui had told her yesterday—that there was some money in the drawer.
She also thought about the bowl of ramen she had eaten the day before.
She hadn't brought any money, yet the shop owner hadn't made things difficult for her…
In the world of mortals, wouldn't it be proper for her to take that money and pay the ramen owner back?
That bowl of ramen was called "special soy sauce ramen," wasn't it?
Steaming hot, with a strange taste—she couldn't understand what was so good about it…
No wonder there were so few customers.
Kaguya pulled the blanket over her head, but it couldn't block out her swirling thoughts.
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