"Am I not pretty?" Kurama Yakumo flicked her long hair and asked Kamizuki Hikari with utmost seriousness.
"Uh..." Hikari hesitated.
"Am I pretty?" Yakumo pressed further.
"Well..." Hikari still didn’t answer.
"I’m very obedient, you know!" Yakumo stood and stepped toward him. The faint fragrance from the girl effortlessly reached Hikari’s senses, and her delicate hand lightly brushed across his chest.
’Oh no! What kind of test is this? Which shinobi could withstand this?!’
Hikari screamed internally, hoping someone would come quickly to save him from this dire situation—otherwise, he might really give in to Yakumo.
Such an alluring little vixen—what man wouldn’t be tempted?
"Am I... not good enough?" Yakumo’s soft voice lingered in Hikari’s ear like a demon’s whisper, making it impossible to resist.
Faced with such a trial, Kamizuki Hikari truly wanted to surrender.
That is—if Kurama Yakumo wasn’t using her abilities on him.
A peculiar spiritual energy seeped into Hikari’s mind through Yakumo’s actions, immediately alerting him and pulling him back from the brink of failing the "test".
Hikari grabbed Yakumo’s wrist with his left hand, putting on a righteous expression. "Don’t use such tricks on me. I’m not that kind of man."
’Sigh... But I am that kind of man! Too bad this girl’s intentions aren’t pure.’
"As expected of Holy Light-sensei! Even me and Kurenai-sensei together couldn’t tempt you!" Yakumo giggled, stepping back without a trace of guilt for being caught red-handed.
"Alright, now you can tell me what you really want. If it’s the same as before, I’m afraid I can’t agree."
’I’d love to agree, but Kurenai acting so out of character would definitely draw the ANBU and Intelligence Division’s attention. Then I’d be invited for a nice chat. Sure, I’m not afraid of the Yamanaka clan’s mind-reading techniques, but a sealed-off mind like mine? They’d assume I’m hiding something big. Next stop: a dark, damp prison cell.’
Imagining the consequences, Hikari felt a surge of clarity.
How could he—the great Kamizuki Hikari—be such a shameless, despicable, lecherous man?
Ugh... who was he kidding? His heart ached just thinking about it!
"Is that so?" Yakumo placed a finger on her chin, blinking her bright eyes at him.
"Then... can I live with you from now on?"
Hikari took a step back as images of Tsunade, Anko, Tenten, and Ayame flashed through his mind.
If they found out he was living with a girl...
"I think, Yakumo, as a young lady, you should stay with Kurenai. That’d be best for you, me, and everyone else!"
"Really?" Yakumo looked at him in confusion. "If I’m the one staying with you, why should we care what others think? Unless... Holy Light-sensei, do you care about their opinions?"
As a knowledgeable senior, Hikari felt it was his duty to educate her on the realities of life.
"Living in this world isn’t as simple as one plus one equals two. For example, you can’t just stay in this mansion forever. You—"
"Why not?" Yakumo tilted her head. "Here, I have everything I need. And if Holy Light-sensei lived with me, this place would become the ’heaven’ you described."
Hikari smiled on the outside but cursed inwardly.
This generation of girls is way too hard to fool.
"Don’t you want to live with others, share a life with them?" Hikari tried to guide her gently.
"But why? I’m perfectly fine here alone. Besides, isn’t this exactly what you wrote? A beautiful girl living alone in a secluded mansion, waiting for her beloved to return."
Kamizuki Hikari was speechless.
For the first time, he realized the sins he’d committed by writing novels—twisting Kurama Yakumo’s mind into something so warped.
The book Yakumo referenced was from Hikari’s second novel, The Snow Lotus on the Mountain Peak. Clearly, Yakumo had cast herself as the ethereal, snow-like beauty named "Snow Lotus."
The worst part? In that scene, Hikari had indulged in shameless wish-fulfillment, using every flowery phrase he could muster to describe the woman.
He never expected Yakumo to self-insert as the protagonist of his risqué novel.
"Yakumo, books are just books. Your body is frail because of your Kekkei Genkai. Don’t you want to recover? Don’t you want to play with kids your age?"
At these words, Yakumo sat back down, deep in thought.
Glancing at Kurenai, who stood there like a wooden puppet, Hikari sighed inwardly.
If he wasn’t worried about damaging Kurenai’s mind by forcibly breaking Yakumo’s genjutsu, he would’ve left long ago.
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Someone like Kurama Yakumo—polite phrasing would call her "eccentric," but the truth was, her way of thinking was completely abnormal.
Hikari didn’t want to wake up one night to find himself tied down while Yakumo loomed over him with a knife, ready to—
Demons begone! Demons begone!
"Holy Light-sensei, I think I understand now!" Yakumo’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
"Great, that’s good. Since you understand now... can I leave?"
Thank goodness, Yakumo wasn’t beyond saving.
"Holy Light-sensei, you must think playing with Kurenai-sensei alone will get boring after a while. So, I’ll go to Konoha and gather a group of beautiful girls. That way, you’ll definitely be satisfied!"
Hikari was genuinely shocked.
Was this something a sane person would propose?
But... the temptation was really strong.
Just imagining a group of beauties in maid outfits calling him "Onii-chan", unlocking 1001 poses at night... it was dangerously enticing.
"Yakumo, I think you need to rethink this idea. A girl like you should be into dolls or toys, not obsessing over mind-control abilities. That’s not good." As a teacher, Hikari had now become a grand dispenser of inspirational wisdom.
"Are you saying... you don’t like it?"
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