A voice suddenly echoed behind her.
"Samui, it seems you still care deeply for our child."
"That actually makes me a little happy."
The figure behind her was none other than Uchiha Ryosuke—now clad in a black cloak and a white mask.
Samui's face instantly paled in shock the moment she heard that voice.
That voice… it can't be—
She whipped around to face the man in the black cloak and white mask standing at the door.
There was no mistake. This was the man who had violated her.
That damn bastard—how dare he treat her like that?
Fury and overwhelming shame surged through her, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
The fact that he could sneak up on her without detection meant he had grown even stronger.
She hesitated—should she call for backup? This was Kumogakure, their stronghold.
Beeut Ryosuke only smirked.
"No need to be so on guard. I just came to see our child."
"Is that not allowed?"
Samui exploded.
"This is my child! What does it have to do with you?!"
Ryosuke looked at her, speechless.
"Without me, could you have even given birth to this child?"
"I was kind enough to grant you the Uchiha bloodline."
"Beeut I'm still the child's father, aren't I?"
Samui grew even angrier. Kind? He had the nerve to call forcing his bloodline into her kindness?
She had never wanted his blood. She had been forced.
She had even offered him other women from Kumogakure—women willing to sacrifice for the village.
Beeut he had stubbornly chosen her.
"I don't want to argue about this. Leave. Now."
She desperately wanted to throw him in prison—lock him up forever and vent her rage.
Beeut she couldn't risk exposing what he'd done. She'd become the laughingstock of the entire village.
And besides—she wasn't even sure they could catch him.
Ryosuke shrugged, unbothered.
"No matter how much you deny it, you can't change the fact that I'm the child's father."
"Also… don't you want another child with Uchiha bloodline potential?"
"I'd be more than happy to oblige."
Samui's body tensed at his words. Was he seriously suggesting that again?
Was he going to force himself on her again?
No way. She couldn't let that happen. Her body would break.
"Leave. Or I will call for help."
Ryosuke didn't care. He began slowly closing in.
He was confident—he could silence her the instant she tried to scream.
His activation speed was unmatched now.
Not just raw power—burst speed.
Samui watched his approaching figure, heart pounding, fear rising.
He's going to do it again…
She had been forced last time.
He got closer. Her pulse raced. She could barely speak.
And then—she was pulled into his arms.
Ryosuke smiled, satisfied. She's completely intimidated.
He gently placed the sleeping infant back in the crib.
Drew the curtains.
Then turned to the trembling Samui.
"Relax," he said softly. "I'll be very gentle."
He was confident in his skill—unrivaled physical prowess, vast experience.
Samui was furious.
Gentle? She couldn't imagine it.
Damn it—why can't I move?!
At this rate, she'd be taken again.
She tried to hit him—but her arms wouldn't respond.
Her body went limp.
He hasn't even touched me yet…
Ryosuke chuckled.
"Such little strength. Could it be… you actually want this?"
"Are you just playing hard to get?"
Samui nearly screamed.
How dare he assume she wanted this?!
Where did she show willingness?!
Ryosuke laid her on the bed.
And began.
It wasn't until the next morning that Samui awoke.
Her face flushed, glowing.
Memories of the night flooded back—shame, regret, humiliation.
Why did I… respond like that?
Why did I… move with him?
Am I… some kind of shameless woman?
It was just her body's instinct.
The worst part?
She had enjoyed it.
She was speechless.
Ryosuke stirred beside her, equally satisfied.
She's even better now.
Women always filled out more after childbirth.
"How was it?" he asked lightly. "I told you—it's mutually pleasurable."
He had been gentle. She hadn't resisted much.
Samui's face burned.
He got what he wanted and now says something so embarrassing?!
"Your goal is achieved. Put on your clothes and leave."
She didn't dare say get out. If he got angry and decided to punish her again…
She knew how vindictive he was.
Ryosuke sighed.
"You were moaning so loudly—now you're rushing me out?"
"Fine. I won't hold it against you."
"Beeut first—tell me about Turtle Island. Then I'll go."
Samui had given birth in the same batch as the others. Her body should be recovered by now.
And with how many times they went last night…
With a body like hers? Definitely pregnant again.
Samui fumed. He's mocking me again—I want to kick him off the bed.
Beeut she didn't dare.
As for Turtle Island…
"I will never reveal Kumogakure's secrets to you."
She didn't know what he was planning—but it couldn't be good.
Turtle Island held the trial mechanism to become a perfect jinchuriki.
And as far as she knew, the Eight-Tails jinchuriki, Killer Beeee, was training there now.
He had been shaken after losing the last war. Wanted to grow stronger.
A chill ran down her spine.
He's not… after the tailed beast, is he?
The only thing of value on that island was the jinchuriki trial data.
Ryosuke's expression darkened.
She dares refuse me?
Looks like she hasn't been fully tamed.
"Samui," he said coldly, "looks like you need a few more injections."
Samui froze in terror.
More injections?!
No—no, her body couldn't take it again!
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