Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"What nonsense are you thinking about again?" Ban sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Even in this casual posture, he exuded an innate majesty.

You didn't answer, you just covered his hair with a towel.

The hair of the woman was softer than I had imagined, with a damp coolness, like fine silk slipping through my fingers. Water droplets slid down my wrist and into my sleeve, the icy touch making me shiver slightly.

"Press harder," Ban commanded, his voice laced with a languid enjoyment. "Are you drying your hair or petting a pet?"

You rolled your eyes and increased the pressure on your hand.

Ban suddenly leaned back, his broad back pressing against your chest, forcing you to take a step back to steady yourself.

"Don't push your luck," you warned, your fingers unconsciously softening their movements. There was a faint minty scent in Ban's hair, the smell of your shower gel. He didn't even leave you this little bit of personal space.

Ban chuckled softly, his voice resonating through their pressed bodies, "What, don't you like your scent lingering on me?"

He tilted his head slightly, revealing his perfect profile. "So what do you like? I can change it."

The implication in those words made your ears burn, and you retaliated by forcefully pulling Ban's hair, only to be met with his even more delighted laughter.

"What did you and Yahiko do today?" Madara suddenly asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Your fingers froze. You hadn't expected Ban to know about this, even though he had spent the whole day in the archives studying your reform plan.

"It's just a work report." Try to make your voice sound natural.

Ban suddenly turned around, his movements so fast you didn't have time to react. A few drops of water flew from his wet black hair and landed on your face like cold tears.

The distance between the two suddenly shortened, and you could clearly see the slowly rotating patterns in Madara's Rinnegan eyes, as well as some kind of emotion burning deep within them.

“Lying.” Ban’s fingers traced your collarbone, pressing precisely on the dark red curse mark. “Every time you lie, the temperature here rises.”

Sure enough, the cursed seal began to throb faintly and glowed with a faint red light. You tried to back away, but Madara grabbed your waist. His hand was cold, yet it carried an irresistible force.

"I hate it when people touch my things." He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up and stare directly into those dangerous eyes.

"I belong to no one."

"Really?" Madara's thumb rubbed against your lower lip, so hard it almost chafed the skin. "Then what is this mark? Did Yahiko touch here?" His finger slid down, stopping at your chest. "Or here?"

Your breathing became rapid, and Madara's eyes were so intense that even through his resurrected body, you could feel the anger and some other complex emotions contained within them.

“It’s none of your business,” you said defiantly, though your racing heart betrayed your nervousness.

Ban's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly pulled you closer. You could feel the taut muscle lines beneath his bathrobe, as well as a more dangerous sense of oppression.

"It's none of my business?" Ban's voice was dangerously low. "Do I need to remind you of the terms of the bet, little fox?"

The duel in the cave immediately flashed into your mind; you lost and, as agreed, became Madara's lover.

But what kind of relationship is this? It's just another form of imprisonment.

“You’re just using that bet to satisfy your need for control.” You struggle to break free from his grip.

Ban suddenly let go, almost making you stumble and fall. He stood up, looking down at you, the collar of his bathrobe opening even wider with the movement.

"Go take a shower," he commanded. "You smell like someone else, and I don't like it."

You're trembling with anger, "I'm not your property!"

Ban had already turned and walked towards the desk, which was covered with your notes and plans. "Don't forget who gave up in the cave," he said without turning his head. "Now, go take a shower, and don't make me say it a third time."

You stand there, your fists clenched white. You should resist, you should loudly tell Ban that he has no right to interfere in your life.

But the curse mark on your collarbone suddenly burned intensely, reminding you of the consequences of disobeying this man.

Finally, you grabbed your pajamas and slammed the bathroom door shut.

The warm water washes over your body, but it can't wash away the feeling of being marked and possessed.

You look at yourself in the mirror, the curse mark on your collarbone is a glaring red, like a silent declaration by a demon.

When you walked out of the bathroom, drying your hair, Ban was already leaning against the headboard, holding your latest revised political proposal.

He glanced at you, his gaze lingering on your bare shoulders for a few seconds.

"Come here." He patted the bed next to him.

You hesitated for a moment, but still went over. Suddenly, Ban reached out and pulled you down onto the bed. The action seemed rough, but it was clever enough to prevent you from bumping into anything.

His arms encircled your waist like iron hoops, his chin resting on the top of your head. "Sleep," he commanded curtly, his other hand still holding your proposal. "We'll discuss these childish proposals tomorrow."

You froze in his arms, your back pressed tightly against his chest. Ban's breathing was steady and slow, carrying a strange sense of comfort.

You should push him away, you should protest this treatment, but the fatigue of the past few days and the relaxing effect of a hot bath make your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

In the last moment before your consciousness sinks into darkness, you feel Ban's lips gently press against the curse mark on your collarbone, and hear a barely audible whisper, "You will always be mine, little fox."

The air in the conference room was so heavy it was almost palpable. You sat on the throne, your fingertips lightly tapping the table, your gaze calmly sweeping over the Akatsuki members present.

On either side of the long table, Deidara idly sculpted clay, Sasori's Hiruko stood quietly in the corner, Obito's mask was slightly tilted, as if he was ready to use Kamui to escape at any moment, while Shisui and Itachi sat on either side of you, like two silent guardian deities.

"Regarding the tax reform in Rain Village, I believe we should..." Before you could finish speaking, the meeting room door suddenly slammed shut—

The door flew off and slammed heavily against the wall, finally lying pitifully to one side.

Kakuzu covered his face in the corner, his voice trembling, "The fifth door this month... the maintenance fee is going to go up again..."

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Madara Uchiha stood there, his black hair flowing freely, his crimson Rinnegan sweeping lightly over the crowd before finally settling on you.

He wasn't wearing his signature armor today; instead, he casually draped a dark robe over his shoulders, the collar loosely open, revealing a section of his pale collarbone.

"Continue." He said calmly, as if he hadn't just kicked the door down.

There was dead silence in the conference room.

You paused, then looked away without changing your expression, and continued the previous topic, "Tax reform should start with the aristocracy."

Everyone: "..."

—As expected of you, you actually treated Uchiha Madara like he wasn't there!

Ban didn't disturb you. He just crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the window, his gaze always fixed on you. His eyes were indifferent, but they carried a certain aggressiveness that could not be ignored, like a beast silently marking its territory.

The meeting continued in an eerie atmosphere.

Deidara stole a glance at Madara, inwardly gritting his teeth: How dare this guy be the villain's lover so openly?! Hmm!

Scorpion's puppet fingers twitched slightly, its poisonous needles gleaming coldly.

Obito's Kamui space distorted silently for a moment.

Although Sasuke and Itachi had no expression, the tomoe in their Sharingan were slowly rotating.

— Naked jealousy.

Finally, the meeting ended.

You rubbed your temples, and just as you were about to get up, Ban walked over, clearly intending to take you away.

A soft, charming voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Mei Terumi leaned against the door frame, her red lips slightly curved, and her emerald green eyes held a sly smile. Today, she was wearing a form-fitting Kirigakure uniform, which accentuated her curves, and her long hair cascaded down like waves, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.

"There are still many things I don't understand~" She walked gracefully towards you, and in full view of everyone, she put her arm around your shoulder. "Come to my room tonight, and teach me, okay?"

After saying that, she deliberately gave Ban a provocative look.

spot:"……"

The air solidified instantly.

Akatsuki members: "..."

Before you could react, Mei Terumi had already smiled and taken your hand, gently squeezing your fingertips, her tone ambiguous, "I'd like to learn that Fire Release technique you taught me last time again~"

Ban's eyes finally changed.

His Rinnegan narrowed slightly, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, as if the air itself had frozen.

He guarded against men, but forgot to guard against women.

You looked at Mei Terumi, then at Madara, and finally sighed, saying helplessly, "Mei, stop fooling around."

Mei Terumi blinked, feigning grievance, "I wasn't being unreasonable! I genuinely wanted to learn!"

Ban said coldly, "She's not free tonight."

Mei Terumi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You're the one who decides?"

Chapter 187 - A Perilous Love (6)

Right now, you are being forcibly dragged by the wrist by Ban, passing through a distorted space.

One second they were in the corridor of the Akatsuki base, and the next they were taken to the edge of an unknown cliff.

"Madara! What's wrong with you?" You tried to break free from his grip, but found that the large hand wearing a black glove did not move at all.

“Tell me,” Ban’s voice was terrifyingly low, tinged with disbelief and anger, “that you still like women?”

This question came so suddenly that you were momentarily speechless.

You cleared your throat, trying to change the subject, "Why are you in the conference room again today?" Your gaze drifted into the distance, "I thought you promised not to interfere with my work."

Ban sneered, "I wanted to see which bold ones dared to keep staring at you." He lowered his voice dangerously, "Turns out there were more than I expected."

“Mei Terumi is just a political ally.” You tried to explain, but you gasped as Madara’s fingers suddenly tightened.

"Does a political ally need to whisper in your ear?" Ban leaned closer. "Does he need to rub his chest against your arm?" His other arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you sharply closer. "Does he need to invite you to her room?"

"That was just a joke."

Ban's fingers suddenly gripped your chin. "Look at me, little fox, do you really have feelings for women?"

Your eyelashes fluttered slightly. She shouldn't answer that question, shouldn't indulge Ban's morbid possessiveness, but some strange force compelled her to speak, "Gender is unimportant to me."

You whisper, "What matters is the resonance of souls."

This was clearly not the answer Madara wanted to hear. His pupils contracted slightly, and the red light in his Rinnegan was as intense as blood. The air distorted due to his rampaging chakra, and the surrounding leaves rustled even without wind.

“Very well.” Ban’s voice was dangerously low. “Then I’ll just have to make sure that your ‘soul’ resonates only with me.”

Just as Ban's fingers were about to touch your carotid artery, you suddenly spoke, "Black is not the embodiment of your will; it has another purpose."

These words were like a lightning bolt that cleaved through the stagnant air. Ban's movements abruptly stopped, his rage turning to astonishment, followed by unfathomable suspicion.

"What did you say?" His voice was terrifyingly low.

You forcefully suppressed the trembling in your throat and looked directly into those Rinnegan eyes that could see through souls. "The truth about the Eye of the Moon Project lies within it. It is currently trapped in a special container in the laboratory. You can go and confirm it for yourself."

Madara's pupils contracted slightly. Even though he had been resurrected through Edo Tensei, this news still felt like a kunai piercing his most vulnerable spot.

You can tell he's weighing whether to continue pursuing your "betrayal" or first verify this potentially upside-down news.

With a distortion of space, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only the sound of your rapid heartbeat.

You let out a long sigh, leaned against the cold wall, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Your fingertips were still trembling slightly, whether from fear or the strange excitement you felt when you confronted Ban.

He is powerful, arrogant, and intolerant of betrayal, yet at times reveals a heartbreaking loneliness. It is this contradiction that makes it impossible for you to truly erase him from your heart.

—Finally, I've temporarily escaped this obsessive demon.

You turn to leave, but the moment you step into the shadows of the corridor, a warm hand suddenly grabs your wrist, and you are pulled back by an irresistible force!

"Well--!"

Before you could even react, your back was pressed against the cold wall, and a hot sensation covered your lips.

He braced himself against the wall beside your ear with one hand and held your waist with the other, trapping you firmly in his arms. His kiss was forceful and passionate, with an irresistible aggressiveness. His tongue pried open your teeth and wantonly stole your breath.

Your fingertips unconsciously tightened around his collar, but you didn't push him away.

The dim light in the corridor shone through the gaps, outlining your intertwined figures.

Yahiko's breath was hot, and the kiss gradually changed from forceful to tender. He pulled back slightly and whispered, "You knew how dangerous Madara was, yet you deliberately provoked him?"

Your eyelashes trembled slightly, and your lips glistened from the kiss. "I'm confident."

Yahiko chuckled softly, his fingertip tracing the corner of your lips. "You're always like this... making me worry."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed him again.

This time, you responded to him.

Breaths mingled, lips and tongues entwined, the ambiguous sounds of water were exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor. You closed your eyes, immersed in the kiss, yet vaguely felt an intense gaze upon you—