Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"No...don't..." Deidara's voice softened instantly, trembling with a hint of coquettishness, but her arms uncontrollably tightened around your shoulders.

You then maliciously licked his Adam's apple again.

Deidara completely lost control and forcefully pushed you down onto the main seat.

"Wicked woman..." His breath was hot, his blue eyes swirling with desire, and he lowered his head to kiss your lips fiercely.

The kiss was so intense it was almost a tearing bite. Deidara's hand gripped the back of your head, while his other hand held your waist, as if he wanted to merge you into his body.

You apply slight pressure to his neck.

"Ugh...!"

Under the dual stimulation of suffocation and pleasure, Deidara's kisses became increasingly fierce, his tongue prying open your teeth and entwining with yours relentlessly.

"……Um?"

Deidara suddenly opened his eyes.

You remained seated perfectly still, only slightly leaning forward, your lips just leaving his Adam's apple.

"Illusion...?"

He touched his lips blankly, then looked at you—you were resting your chin on your hand, smiling like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

"How was it? Are you satisfied with my 'punishment'?"

Deidara's mind exploded.

—Was all of that just now... an illusion?!

The touch, the temperature, even the softness of your tongue... are all terrifyingly real.

"That wicked woman is...so mean..." he gritted his teeth, but couldn't help but savor the memory, finally muttering with a flushed face, "But...she can only be mean to me."

Before the third round of the game began, Scorpion's golden-haired puppet suddenly cut the red strings of all the floating cards.

"Rule change".

Chakra threads stretched dangerously in the air, and Sasori's voice was colder than the puppet's joints, "The leader... also wants to participate in the card-grabbing."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

You agreed so readily, as if you had already seen through his intentions.

Hidan laughed wildly as he lunged at the deck of cards. Kakuzu's money tentacles swept away most of the cards, and Kisame's Samehada even excitedly swallowed a few.

You symbolically reached out and tried to grab a card, but your fingertips had barely touched the edge of a card when Hidan shoved you away, and you were about to back off.

But then they suddenly realized that one of the people grabbing the cards was missing.

"……scorpion?"

A sudden chill runs down the back of your neck, and the next second!

The soft clicking of mechanical joints came close to your ear, and a pair of hands suddenly grabbed you from behind.

"caught you."

Scorpion's breath was scalding hot, his lips almost touching your earlobe, his chest pressed against your back, the puppeteer's body heat burning your skin through your clothes.

Your pupils dilated slightly. "You—"

Before the words were even finished, the scorpion lowered its head, its canines piercing deep into the still-healing wound on your neck.

"Ugh...!"

Blood seeped out, which he greedily sucked into his mouth. His tongue licked the wound as if he were savoring the finest wine.

At the table, everyone was still arguing heatedly over the King of Spades, completely unaware of the overlapping figures in the shadows.

Your fingertips dug into the scorpion's arm, but you couldn't break free.

"...Are you crazy?" you chuckled breathlessly. "You really want to drink my blood that badly?"

The scorpion's lips were stained a vibrant red, and his fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to turn your head to look at him.

His voice was terribly hoarse, and his pale, handsome face stared at you.

"I want you to remember who is the most suitable person for you."

A dangerous glint flashed in your eyes. "...Is that so?"

Suddenly, you grab the back of his neck and bite down on his neck in a moment of surprise.

"Hiss—" Scorpion's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Fresh blood dripped from your wounds, staining your black robes with dark patterns.

Your tongue licked the blood between your teeth, and you smiled seductively, "A fair exchange."

Scorpion's pupils contracted, then he let out a low laugh.

He tightened his arms, trapping you completely in his embrace, and pressed his lips to your ear, "...You've gone astray."

Look...

"They've all gone mad."

You lick the blood from your lips, look at the out-of-control crowd in the hall, and suddenly realize...

The game is finally getting interesting.

The moment the King card turned to ash at Obito's fingertips, space began to distort.

Your waist is gripped by an irresistible force, and the scene before your eyes suddenly shatters into kaleidoscope-like blocks of color.

"Don't think..."

A deep, magnetic voice exploded against your earlobe, and with the crisp sound of the mask hitting the ground, Obito's fingers had already untied the ribbons of your Akatsuki robe.

"I didn't notice what you and Scorpion were doing in the corner!"

"Take it all off, why are you still wearing your clothes!" You didn't back down at all, hooking your fingertips around Obito's collar and pulling hard.

Obito chuckled softly, his Adam's apple bobbing, as you yanked his black robe off. "I couldn't ask for more."

His voice was hoarse, and his Sharingan shone with an eerie light in the dim space. His gaze swept over your exposed skin inch by inch, from your collarbone to your waist, every inch feeling as if it had been scorched by his gaze.

“I am the king, so do as I ask.”

Obito suddenly turns you around, pulls you into his arms with your back to him.

His chest pressed against your back, his burning body heat transmitted through your skin, and his heartbeat deafening.

His lips pressed against the back of your neck, his tongue gently licking that sensitive skin.

You instinctively tried to dodge, but he held you firmly in his arms. Obito's kisses slid down your spine, like a spark igniting every nerve.

When his tongue touched your lower back, you shuddered violently, your fingertips digging deep into his arm and drawing blood.

"You're really sensitive..." Obito chuckled, his breath brushing against your skin. "Does Madara know?"

"You're terrible!" your voice trembled slightly. "Could you please stop sticking your tongue out!"

Obito ignored you and instead intensified his caresses on that hollow spot, his hand covering your lower abdomen and pressing you even closer to him.

Their breaths mingled in the silent space, hot and damp. Your back arched like a cat cornered, yet you softened into a pool of spring water in his arms.

"You can't even handle a waist kiss?" Obito bit your earlobe, his voice husky, "What if..."

His fingertips slowly slid down—

"etc……!"

You suddenly turn around, grab his hair, and force him to look up.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling.

“The King’s Game…” you gasped, a defiant smile playing on your lips, “but you weren’t allowed to finish it.”

Obito's Sharingan spun wildly as his thumb brushed against your swollen lips.

"Next game..."

“I will make you beg me to continue.”

The vortex of the Kamui dimension had just dissipated, and you stepped barefoot onto the cold floor of the Akatsuki headquarters.

Your robe was loosely tied, and there were still teeth marks with dirt on your collar. You stretched lazily, and when the fabric slipped down, it revealed the lingering fingerprints on your waist.

"Pause for half an hour~"

Your voice is hoarse with a satisfied tone, and your fingertips casually trace the armrest of the throne.

The bathroom door closed gently, isolating the noise from the outside world.

A misty haze hangs in the air, obscuring the mirror's surface. You loosen the sash of your black robe with red cloud patterns, and the fabric slips down your skin, piling up at your feet like a withered, dark flower.

Looking at myself in the mirror from the back of my neck to my waist, the scattered red marks stood out starkly against my snow-white skin.

"That's... ridiculous."

I dipped my fingertips in warm water and gently wiped away those ambiguous marks.

The sensation of Obito's lips and tongue still lingered on my skin, hot and moist.

Water droplets rolled down the hollows of your back, slid past your waist, and finally disappeared at the edge of the towel. Your breathing became slightly rapid, and the tips of your ears turned a light red.

(It's just a game...)

(But it was more... than I imagined)

A muffled thud suddenly came from outside the door, as if someone had pressed their forehead against the door.

"You wicked woman!" Deidara's muffled voice came through the crack in the door. "You've been showering for too long... um."

You deliberately turned the water noise louder, "What? Can't wait for the next round?"

"No way!" Deidara's voice boomed, accompanied by the crackling sound of clay spiders exploding. "It was that bastard Hidan who said he was going to tear down the bathroom door... um!"

"Oh?" You slowly and deliberately fastened your bathrobe belt. "And what about you?"

There was a three-second silence.

"...I...I just came to deliver clean clothes!"

Sure enough, a set of crookedly folded morning robes was pushed through the crack in the door.

You bend down to pick it up and find a small piece of undried clay still stuck to your collar, shaped into a crooked heart. You suddenly burst out laughing at yourself in the mirror.

There are no winners in this game...

Because the mad moon has long been mocking everyone's desires from high above.

Chapter 176 Admitting Defeat

The lights in the hall suddenly went out at the start of the fourth round of the game.

Your fingertips still held the steam of the bathroom light as you casually glanced at the burning gazes of the crowd, but when your eyes met Itachi's, your heart skipped a beat—

Those eyes, as black as ink, are quietly gazing at you.

(This is bad...)

You can handle Sasori's morbid possessiveness, Obito's spatial manipulation, and Mei Terumi's fiery red lips with ease.

But Itachi was the only one who remained calm and composed.

He's walking towards you right now, holding the King card.

"Wait, wait... the punishment is—"

Your words came to an abrupt halt.

Without warning or warning, the moment the blood moon shone down, your limbs were tightened by black chains.

This scene was all too familiar. In Nagi's fragmented memories, Madara from another world had imprisoned her in the clan's tatami room in the same way.

You twist your body violently, but the chains tighten more and more, the sound of metal rubbing together mixed with the soft sound of fabric tearing.

"...Itachi!"

A cold breath suddenly brushed against your earlobe, and Itachi's fingertips traced your neck from behind, slowly sliding down your artery before finally pinching your chin and forcibly turning your head.

"Ugh...!"