Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

You don't want to bother anyone, especially the person you instinctively want to avoid, but as the leader, the backlog of documents must be dealt with; it's your responsibility.

Silently infiltrated the tower and pushed open the heavy office door.

The room was pitch black, with only a faint glimmer of light from the window outlining the cold, hard contours of the furniture. The air was filled with the smells of ink, old paper, and rain.

Using your excellent night vision, you walk to your desk.

The expected scene of piles of clutter did not appear; the desktop was excessively tidy.

You pull open the drawer in confusion and rummage through the sorting shelves, only to find that all the documents that needed to be reviewed had already been processed.

The instructions were clear and decisive, and the handwriting was strong and upright. It was Yahiko's handwriting. He even carefully filed them according to their urgency and category.

You stood there, stunned, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside you. Was it relief, no more all-nighters? Or... a sense of indescribable loss and disorientation? It seemed you had lost your last excuse to stay here.

Undeterred, I wandered around the office, my fingertips tracing the cold bookshelves and smooth desktop, but I couldn't find a single thing that required my immediate attention.

A strange sense of frustration welled up inside you, as if you had become an unwanted intruder, losing your place in your own territory.

Just then, clear and steady footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Click, click, click.

Unhurried yet with a clear purpose, they were heading towards the office.

Your heart skips a beat. Who could it be at this moment?

Almost instinctively, you silently disappeared into the shadows behind the massive nanmu bookshelf, completely merging yourself into the darkness.

The door was pushed open.

A warm, dim light flowed in first, dispelling a small patch of darkness.

Yahiko entered carrying an old oil lamp. He was dressed in casual clothes, not his Akatsuki robes, as if he had only come to check on a whim.

The glow of the oil lamp cast a soft edge around him, projecting a long shadow onto his tall figure.

He casually glanced around the office, his gaze sweeping over the spot where you had just been standing and over the tidy desk.

You hold your breath, your heart almost stopping, making sure you leave no trace.

The man carrying the oil lamp twitched his nostrils almost imperceptibly.

The air carries a hint of cool mint scent, which, though masked by the dampness of the rain and the room's original odor, is nonetheless the clearest signal to someone who is constantly thinking of you and whose senses are always engaged with you.

A fleeting smile played at the corners of Yahiko's lips in the shadows, but he remained silent, offering no further explanation.

He seemed to be there to really inspect the place, carrying an oil lamp, and slowly strolled half a step around the room. His gaze seemed to be on the bookshelf, but it was as if he could see through the wooden partition and see the taut, slender figure behind it.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity to you. An extremely tense silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional crackling of the oil lamp wick and the constant sound of rain outside the window.

He hadn't done anything; he was just standing there, holding a lantern, his gaze slowly sweeping around.

But it makes you, hiding in the shadows, feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if you have already been seen through, and this act of hiding seems incredibly childish and ridiculous.

Finally, he seemed to have finished his inspection, and as if satisfied with the emptiness of the place, he turned around, picked up the oil lamp, and slowly walked out.

The door was gently closed, shutting out the warm glow, and the room was plunged back into complete darkness and silence.

"……call."

Only when the footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did you dare to slowly exhale the breath you had been holding in, subconsciously raising your hand to pat your chest, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest.

You secretly thought to yourself, "That Yahiko guy... he's really dedicated, patrolling in the middle of the night."

To ensure everything went perfectly, you patiently waited behind the bookshelf for almost another half hour.

After confirming that there was no further movement outside and that everything was safe, you cautiously peeked out, straightened your slightly disheveled clothes, resumed your usual cool expression, and quietly walked towards the door, preparing to leave this place that made you feel so awkward.

My hand had just touched the doorknob, and before I even had a chance to pull—the door was suddenly pulled open from the outside!

The cool moonlight poured in instantly, outlining a tall, slender figure leaning against the doorframe.

He stood there with his arms crossed, seemingly having waited for a long time. The moonlight illuminated half of his face, and his expression was a half-smile, carrying undisguised mockery and a kind of... lazy smugness that had finally captured his prey.

“Boss,” Yahiko’s voice was deep and tinged with amusement, sounding particularly clear in the quiet night, “You really have the willpower to avoid me~ sneaking into my office in the dead of night?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you recoiled as if electrocuted.

The sudden exposure, especially in such an embarrassing way that you thought you had hidden it well but had actually been seen through, makes you panic for a moment.

A crack appeared in the cool mask, and a rare blush uncontrollably crept up your fair cheeks and the roots of your ears.

"Who, who hid!" you retorted instinctively, your voice rising slightly with guilt, losing its usual coldness. "I just got back...on official business! Yes, official business! It's just that the timing was off..."

Your gaze flickered, and you dared not look directly into his all-seeing eyes. The more you explained, the less confident you seemed.

Yahiko's smile deepened, and he leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them.

He didn't expose your lie further, but whispered in an almost sighing voice, "Is that so? Then... next time the Chief is handling official business, could you please inform me in advance? That way, I won't have to..."

Yahiko paused deliberately, his gaze falling on your slightly flushed face, his tone almost overflowing with teasing and a certain deep meaning.

"...I was always so worried that I couldn't sleep, and I had to get up and patrol several times before I could feel at ease."

You are disturbed by the implications in his words and the fact that you are too close at hand, and you just want to get away as soon as possible.

She tried to squeeze through the gap between him and the door frame, her tone hardening again, "Move aside, I'm going back to rest."

Yahiko's movements were faster than you could have imagined. He didn't stop you, but instead wrapped his arm around your waist and swiftly supported your knees with his other hand.

Before you can even gasp in surprise, he easily picks you up in his arms!

"Yahiko! How dare you!" You were both shocked and furious. You struggled, but he held you tightly in his arms with such absolute control. The disparity in strength and the ambiguous position made you panic instantly.

Yahiko chuckled softly, then strode back into his office.

A soft click—the sound of the door being locked from the inside—made your heart sink. What...what was he planning to do?

Yahiko didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his behavior. He walked straight to the large leather sofa in the office, which was used for temporary rest.

The movement wasn't exactly rough, but it carried an undeniable determination as it placed you on the soft sofa cushions.

Just as you were about to get up, he leaned in and pressed his knee lightly against the sofa cushion beside you.

Although he didn't directly touch your body, he effectively trapped you in the small space formed by him and the sofa back, completely blocking your escape route.

"What...what are you doing!" You pressed against his firm, warm chest, trying to push him away, but your fingertips could feel the strong, rapid heartbeat beneath his chest, exactly like your own.

Yahiko looked down at you, the moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating his sharply defined jawline and his eyes, which were now burning with intense heat.

He raised his hand and slowly began to unbutton his casual clothes.

“You know, Tanuki.” His voice was terribly hoarse, filled with long-suppressed love. “I’ve always longed to be your lover, ever since a long time ago.”

This is not an inquiry, but a statement, a desire that is finally no longer concealed.

"Nonsense! Let me go!" You struggled in vain, trying to shrink back, only to find that there was a cold sofa back behind you, with nowhere to retreat.

His scent completely enveloped you as Yahiko leaned down and easily grasped your slender ankle with one hand.

His palms were burning hot; the heat penetrated the thin fabric and almost scorched your skin. His movements were slow and carried a certain heart-pounding sense of ritual as he slowly moved upwards, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your calves.

This possessive gesture sends a shiver down your spine; a strange, terrifying, and thrilling tingling sensation emanates from the...

The spot he touched throbbed, shooting straight to his brain.

“My lord…” Yahiko’s breath brushed against your ear, hot and husky with laughter, “You have finally… fallen into my hands.”

His kiss landed.

It was no longer the usual restrained probing, but rather a long-suppressed fervor and desire that precisely captured your slightly parted lips in astonishment.

At first, it was a tentative and tender caress, but soon, the suppressed passion surged out like a flood bursting its banks, becoming deep and greedy.

Your mind goes blank, and your hands, which were pushing you away, seem to have lost their strength, leaving you only able to weakly clutch his open collar.

His breath, his warmth, his kisses that were both forceful and tender, were like an invisible net.

Yahiko could sense your stiffness and helplessness, and feeling sorry for you, he slowed his attack slightly.

His kisses became long and tender, and as their lips intertwined, he uttered low, seductive murmurs.

"Don't be afraid..."

"Relax, Tanuki..."

"Leave it to me..."

His lips lingered on your lips, chin, and slender neck, leaving moist and burning marks.

Your body trembled slightly; you didn't know how to react—should you fight back with force, or...?

Yahiko pulled your trembling body even tighter into his arms, letting you feel his equally rapid heartbeat; his embrace was forceful and full of protectiveness.

"Tomorrow..." he whispered breathlessly in your ear, his voice becoming even more magnetic and husky with passion, "I will allow the Chief to punish me...to skin me alive, without complaint..."

His kiss landed again, silencing all your unspoken, chaotic words.

“But now…” His words disappeared between their tightly pressed lips, leaving only an unwavering declaration, “You belong to me.”

Outside the office, the rain continued to fall tirelessly, tapping against the glass windows with a monotonous and hypnotic sound.

Inside the office, the moonlight shifted quietly, illuminating the figures intertwined and undulating intimately on the sofa.

The soft breathing, interspersed with occasional gasps, echoed quietly in the silent room, only to be gently masked by the endless sound of rain.

No one noticed what was happening here.

No one would know that the leader of the Akatsuki is currently being completely subservient to his most capable aide in the most intimate way, imprisoning you beneath him, melting away all coldness and pretense, leaving you only able to sink and float in unfamiliar and turbulent waves of passion under his guidance.

As night deepened and the intimacy reached its peak, under the cover of the rain, the dangerous climax was reached, transforming the room into a place of enchanting beauty.

[Forbidden 1V1: Tanuki Deidara] — "Once a Day or Once Every Three Days?"

Instead of going to the meeting room like the other members, Deidara squatted alone in the corner of his room, carefully holding a strangely shaped metal instrument in his hand.

But at this moment, what attracted Deidara was not the instrument itself, but the astonishing fact that it had helped him verify yesterday.

Memory, like a lit fuse, quickly rewinds to yesterday's scenes—

He pestered you relentlessly, using every trick in the book, before you finally agreed to play a game of Truth or Dare with him.

The questions were getting more and more tricky; he asked them with great enthusiasm, while you answered them perfunctorily and impatiently.

He asked the question, half-jokingly, "You wicked girl, that night at the amusement park... the marks on your neck, were they done by some clueless guy? Hmm?"

The indicator light on the lie detector blinked quietly with a pale blue light.

You seemed to pause for a moment, then a very unnatural expression flashed across your face.

Instinctively, I wanted to turn my head away, but under the silent gaze of the lie detector, I finally answered, "...It's you."

The lie detector emitted a clear, passing tone.

At that moment, Deidara felt as if his brain had been blown up by exploding clay! It was buzzing and completely blank.

It's...him?!

It was him?! That night he had no recollection of, that night he thought was just him getting drunk, he actually... did that to you? Left his mark?

An indescribable, intense possessiveness and an overwhelming, ecstatic excitement surged up like magma, almost engulfing him!

It turns out... without his knowledge, there was already a connection between you and him that went beyond that of ordinary companions.

All I remember is blacking out after a sip of strong liquor... Damn it! Deidara slammed his fist on his head.

What a great opportunity! If he hadn't been so drunk he was completely unconscious, could he... could he have taken advantage of his intoxication to do something even bolder and more outrageous?

Once this thought arose, it was like the wildest vine, instantly entangling all his thoughts and giving rise to a chilling expectation and desire.

He remembers that there always seemed to be some good wine hidden in your room.

So... can we try again?

The golden head suddenly rose, and a wild, eager light gleamed in its azure eyes.

Yes! Tonight! He'll go find her! This time, he absolutely, positively cannot waste the opportunity like last time! Hmm!

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was as tense as ever.

You stand at the head of the group, methodically assigning tasks to the next list, your voice clear and calm, revealing no emotion.

However, out of the corner of my eye, I could always catch a glimpse of the blond boy in the lower right corner, who seemed unusually restless today.

Instead of fiddling with his clay or daydreaming as usual, he stares intently at you with an undisguised curiosity. Then, as he looks at you, he suddenly lowers his head, his shoulders twitching slightly, and he lets out a silly, suppressed laugh.