With her chakra suppressed, she wasn't stronger than a normal nineteen-year-old girl. And if not for her body's extreme exhaustion, her resistance might have been partially successful, but now she couldn't muster the strength to overpower the firm grip of the strong guy who pinned her arms and pressed her to the bed by force.
"Sorry, Kasumi. I won't harm you—don't struggle..." Kenshin whispered, but it didn't work. The girl growled and struggled even harder, falling into hysteria.
Kenshin had to hold her for another ten minutes until she finally stopped thrashing in hysteria and heard his offer:
"Calm down! I promise no one here will touch you! You'll be free in a week. If you want, you can go wherever— I promise!"
"You bastard, how can I trust you?!" Kasumi growled with her last strength, pinned to the bed.
"While you were unconscious, I didn't do anything indecent to you. In a week, you'll be completely free and can go wherever you want," Kenshin repeated, trying to calm the girl.
Exhausted, Kasumi finally calmed a bit and decided she had no choice but to wait, at least until she regained her strength and rested properly.
Moreover, against all logic, deep down Kasumi believed Kenshin again. She mentally scolded herself immediately, but the friendliness she'd shown him from the start hadn't fully faded.
As soon as the girl calmed, Kenshin released her and moved aside. He took a glass of water and said, "You have dehydration—here, drink."
The girl stared silently at the young man for several seconds, and after he took a sip, she finally accepted the offered glass and drained it in careful gulps.
"You need to rest. Don't worry, no one will disturb you. Here, there's a latch—you can lock it yourself. No one can enter silently, and you can rest properly," Kenshin said with a smile, trying to look as friendly as possible.
He felt disgusted with himself for making such a beautiful girl cry, so he planned to keep his word, not take her by force, and even let her go in a week if she wanted. He was a bit sly about it, hoping the Patriarch's Charm would play its role. Plus, he was confident in his skills with women and hoped it would all work out.
As soon as Kenshin left the room, Kasumi struggled up and slid the latch for some sense of security. She wasn't sleepy, so she began rummaging through the room for anything to help her escape.
Unfortunately, there were no sharp metal objects, but she didn't despair and kept inspecting the room. But as soon as she opened the wardrobe, she forgot her original goal. Inside was a huge amount of incredibly beautiful and stylish women's clothing from Kenshin's past world. The young kunoichi had never seen such fabric, cut, or style, but she loved everything she saw.
Though a professional kunoichi, Kasumi—like many girls—adored all things beautiful, especially pretty clothes. Even in her subdued state, she couldn't resist trying on a cute pink tank top with a heart on the chest and short summer shorts, which she would never wear in public due to her natural shyness. But when she found a small cabinet full of various panties, she slammed it shut and blushed. The sheer panties were the most revealing underwear she'd ever seen.
Distracted from her fears, the girl didn't notice how she relaxed and grew sleepy. For extra safety, she wedged a chair under the door handle, and only then lay on the bed, finally noticing its softness and incredible comfort—this was truly a royal bed.
As a member of the main Nara clan branch, Kasumi was used to luxury, but she'd never seen anything like this room. Everything was in a completely unfamiliar style to this world, made of unknown materials. If it didn't look so real, she would have thought she was dreaming. But the Nara clan's training in detecting altered states and basic genjutsu had paid off—she was sure everything around her was absolutely real.
Lost in thought, the girl drifted off without noticing. The three sleepless nights and overall exhaustion took their toll.
At the same time, in the living room, Kenshin sat in the family head's armchair, while his two magnificent wives sat opposite on the sofa, their bellies showing.
"Kenshin, are you sure it was worth bringing that dangerous kunoichi home?" Aya asked, clearly displeased that her husband had brought another woman into the house.
"Yes, Kenshin, she's right. If you're bringing that incredibly cunning bitch from the Nara clan home, at least tie her up and throw her in the basement!" Natsumi added indignantly, not at all pleased about the third woman in the house.
"Calm down, both of you. First, we don't have a basement. Second, she's not as bad as you think. Plus, she's wearing those cuffs—if she tries to break them, even with a kunai, it'll take time, and I'll sense it right away. And third, Natsumi, how can you say that? What if, when we first met, I'd kidnapped you the same way and tied you in a cold, damp basement?"
"Hm..." Natsumi was surprised, not knowing what to say, then added, "Well... I wouldn't mind if you tied me up right now, and..."
"Natsumi, stop it!" Aya exclaimed, shocked at how explicit and vulgar her best friend could be.