Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

He wanted to get closer, even closer, close enough to touch the cold yet fiery moon in his heart.

You finally couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Hidan~" The last syllable rose slightly, carrying an unprecedentedly affectionate teasing tone, "If you want to come over, hurry up. Aren't you tired of dawdling like this?"

The gods have granted permission!

The string of reason in Hidan's mind snapped instantly! Like a believer who had received the ultimate pardon, all his hesitation and guilt were replaced by ecstasy. He couldn't wait to pounce on you and hug you tightly from behind!

"Lord Evil God! You are so perfect! So amazing!!" He buried his burning cheeks in the crook of your slightly damp neck, his words tumbling out in excitement, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he wanted to knead you into his very bones, to merge you into one, and to complete the most thorough sacrifice.

The warm spring water, the close embrace, his body temperature and powerful hug... it all felt so real and intense.

You didn't push him away immediately; you could even feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against your back through the thin robe and the spring water.

The next second, you suddenly moved.

Your movements were faster than Hidan's reaction time. You cleverly turned around, broke free from his embrace, and instead used the buoyancy of the water and your own strength to push the unsuspecting Hidan backward!

"Ugh!" Hidan's back slammed against the cool, smooth edge of the hot spring, and the alternating hot and cold sensation made him groan.

He looked at you, so close yet filled with an intense sense of anticipation, with a sense of bewilderment.

You raised your hand and gently placed your index finger on his slightly parted lips, which were agape in surprise.

"Shh..." you whispered, your warm breath brushing against his cheek, "I know... what you want to do."

Hidan was completely stunned. His purplish-red eyes widened in disbelief and a kind of excitement at having his thoughts exposed.

Under his astonished gaze, you take a step forward, the warm pool water ripples again, you lift your leg and straddle his lap, the warm water soaking your robes.

The close contact made Hidan shudder violently, almost unable to stop himself from groaning.

You look down at him, your long, wet hair falling down, the ends brushing against his chest, bringing a shivering itch.

Her fingers slowly slid down his lips, across his jaw, his neck, and finally gently touched his heart, feeling the frantic beating there as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

Your face still held that enigmatic expression, your voice low yet possessing an undeniable, alluring magic, "So..."

"Don't disappoint me, my dear...believer~"

You breathed on his ear and said the last two words, and Hidan felt his reason and soul were completely ignited at that moment!

All expectations, all desires, all twisted and fervent love received a divine response and indulgence at this moment!

Hidan could no longer restrain himself and suddenly raised his head. The spring water surged and the mist rose, enveloping the entangled figures.

The cold pool walls contrasted sharply with the scalding bodies, the devout praise turned into suppressed gasps, and the sacred ritual ultimately evolved into the most primitive, fanatical, and dangerous desecration and fusion.

[Forbidden 1V1: Tanuki/Weasel] — From "Playing for Real"

When the mission scroll unfolded and you saw your name listed alongside it, your delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

You almost instinctively wanted to refuse, but when you looked up and met those dark eyes that were quietly gazing at you, all the excuses that were on the tip of your tongue were silently swallowed back.

Uchiha Itachi stood there, his figure upright like a pine tree, his temperament calm and serene like still water.

He didn't speak, he just looked at you with those eyes, eyes that held no urging, no threat, not even much emotion, only a deep blackness that seemed to absorb all light.

But it is precisely this quiet darkness that carries a silent sense of oppression, making you instantly realize that refusal is futile.

You pursed your lips slightly, and in the end just lowered your eyelids, which was taken as an acceptance of the arrangement.

A faint smile seemed to flicker in Itachi's eyes, so fleeting it was almost an illusion.

To ensure that this mission would not be interfered with by any external factors, specifically targeting those who might get wind of it, try to join, or approach you under various pretexts, Uchiha Itachi made a decision that could be described as a decisive blow.

The cool moonlight had not completely faded, and only a very faint gray-white tinge remained on the horizon.

"Knock, knock knock."

A very regular, moderately forceful knocking sound clearly echoed outside your quiet doorway.

A faint, hurried sound came from inside the room, and after a moment, the door was pulled open a crack from the inside.

You were still wearing a slightly thin nightgown, with a coat casually draped over it. Your long, jet-black hair was disheveled, clearly indicating that you had been forcibly woken from your sleep. Your usually clear and bright eyes were less sharp and more tender and... cute.

"I'm so sorry! It's really too early, I overslept!" Your voice was hoarse from just waking up and there was a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment. As you spoke, you subconsciously stepped aside to open the door, your eyes constantly glancing into the room, where there was clearly still some luggage that hadn't been unpacked.

Itachi's gaze lingered on you for a moment. His overly domestic demeanor caused a flicker in his deep eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He nodded slightly, his voice as deep and steady as ever, "It's alright, I just arrived too early."

He walked into the room naturally, his eyes quickly sweeping over the slightly messy table and open luggage. His intention was simply to help speed things up and avoid further delays.

Seeing Itachi walk in, you became even more anxious, frantically trying to stuff the scattered ninja tools into your bag. "Almost done! Just wait a moment..."

Itachi didn't say anything, but quietly walked to the other side of the luggage bag. Seeing a few clothes that were folded in a slightly messy way, he reached out to help you refold them to save space.

The moment his fingers touched the top piece of exceptionally soft and silky fabric in the stack of clothes—

"Don't touch those!" you exclaimed, looking up abruptly.

But it was too late. Itachi's fingers had already gripped the fabric, and he instinctively lifted it up because of your exclamation.

The thin fabric and exquisite structure, even in the dim light filtering in from the window, reveal the delicate texture and soft curves.

The air seemed to freeze instantly. You were practically rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do with your hands and feet, and just wanted to disappear into the ground.

Uchiha Itachi's movements also came to a complete halt. His deep black eyes stared blankly at the object in his hand that seemed so out of place with his usual demeanor.

The touch from his fingertips was delicate, silky, and slightly cool, yet it seemed to carry an astonishing heat that instantly scorched his skin and even spread throughout his limbs and bones.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and only the two people's somewhat disordered breathing could be heard in the room.

A few seconds later, as if finally recovering from some huge shock, Itachi's eyelashes trembled violently.

He abruptly looked away, his movements even carrying a hint of barely perceptible haste and stiffness, and quickly and carefully folded the hot potato-like garment.

Then reach out and gently place it in your outstretched palm.

His fingertips inevitably brushed against the skin of your palm.

In that instant of contact, the coolness and the heat collided, and you both recoiled as if struck by a weak electric current.

"...Excuse me." Itachi's voice was low and hoarse, almost unlike his usual tone.

He didn't even glance at you again, quickly turned around, and walked towards the door with seemingly steady steps, but actually a few paces faster than usual.

"I'll wait for you outside." He paused at the door, his back to you, and added, "No rush, take your time."

After saying that, without waiting for your reaction, he opened the door and walked out, gently closing it behind him as if some ferocious beast was behind him.

The door separated the inside from the outside.

You clutched the bra tightly in your hand, your face still flushed, your heart pounding, and your mind a complete mess.

Looking at the closed door, I was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what had just happened.

That ever-composed Itachi Uchiha... just now he was fleeing in panic?

Shaking your head, you try to banish those chaotic thoughts, take a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart, and continue frantically packing your luggage, only this time with even less efficiency.

Outside the door, Itachi Uchiha leaned against the cold wall, tilted his head back slightly, and closed his eyes.

The corridor was deserted, save for the chilly light filtering in from the windows before dawn.

But he still felt the air around him was unbearably hot, and the fingertips that had touched a certain piece of clothing seemed to still retain that delicate and soft touch, which was incredibly clear and lingering.

The images and thoughts that he had been forcibly suppressing, ignoring, and trying to freeze with reason and indifference were now surging into his brain like an out-of-control tide.

In an utterly absurd yet incredibly vivid illusion, you are wearing that silky dress, nestled in his arms.

Skin to skin, breath to breath, he could imagine the warm, smooth touch of your skin beneath the fabric, the curve of your slender waist, he could imagine...

The weasel's Adam's apple bobbed violently, letting out a muffled groan that sounded almost painful.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and deep within his usually calm and placid black eyes, a violent undercurrent of struggle surged, something was screaming wildly on the verge of spiraling out of control.

He raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, trying to suppress his wildly beating heart that felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

The sensation on my fingertips is still vivid, and the image in my mind lingers.

For the first time, Itachi Uchiha realized that his heart... could be in such a state of turmoil.

Utterly, a complete mess.

The person who started all this is currently in the room just a door away, completely unaware of what's happening, still regretting the embarrassment they just had and trying to speed up their packing.

You and Itachi Uchiha entered the hall one after the other, like two abrupt shadows cutting into this overly bright and extravagant world.

Seated in the main seat of the hall was the employer of this mission, a young noblewoman whose eyes were filled with cunning and boredom.

She was just bored and looking for some fun, and when she saw the ninja information handed to her by her subordinates, she just clicked on it casually.

But at this moment, when these two figures actually appeared in front of her, her eyes, which had seen too many ordinary women, instantly lit up.

It was so special, especially the way that man looked at that woman... seemingly calm and even, but deep down there was a very familiar undercurrent, like a hunter locking onto its prey.

Interesting, so interesting.

The young lady covered half her face with an exquisite round fan, her eyes curving into crescents, her voice carrying a charming yet willful tone, "Your task is simple: play the role of a couple deeply in love for three days in this manor."

"...What?" You almost thought you misheard, a crack appeared on your usually cold face, and you subconsciously looked at Itachi beside you.

Playing a couple? What kind of task is that?

Compared to your astonishment, a sense of anticipation that even he himself had not anticipated quietly grew within Itachi Uchiha's heart.

But his face remained calm, as if he had heard nothing more than a routine mission instruction; only his deep black eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

"This seems to contradict the protection mission described on the scroll..." you try to calmly raise an objection.

"I've changed my mind!" The young lady interrupted you, her smile behind her fan radiating an undeniable air of willfulness. "Watching you two 'in love' is exactly the kind of protection I need right now. What? An S-rank rogue ninja who can't even complete such a simple mission?"

Her gaze swept back and forth between you two, finally settling on Itachi, her tone carrying a meaningful implication, "Now... you two ninja masters may begin your mission."

"I'll have guards keep an eye on you all the time~ Don't disappoint me." She emphasized the word "keep an eye on you," as if she had seen through some kind of good show that she was happy to see.

Itachi nodded slightly, without saying much, but suddenly reached out and grasped your wrist. His palm was warm, but his strength was so great that you couldn't break free.

"Let's go," he said softly, his voice still steady.

He pulled you around and led you away. The warmth from his wrist and his overly decisive attitude left you momentarily bewildered, and you could only passively follow in his footsteps.

Trying to sort out his thoughts, perhaps... Itachi's obsession with completing the mission perfectly? After all, he was such a perfectionist.

In the time that followed, you experienced firsthand what it means to execute a task under the influence of perfectionism.

Under the watchful eyes of someone possibly sent by a noblewoman, lurking in the shadows, you perfectly portray a couple deeply in love.

Under the exquisite courtyard and corridors, he will naturally pick up a piece of wagashi (Japanese sweet) and offer it to your lips.

When you hesitate, his gaze will be calm yet persistent as he looks at you, as if this is just a necessary part of the mission. You can only open your mouth slightly and let him carefully feed you the sweet pastry, his fingertips occasionally brushing against your lips, bringing a subtle shiver.

Beside a pond filled with water lilies, he will gently embrace you from behind, his chin lightly resting on the top of your head, appearing from afar like the whispered murmurs of lovers.

His aura completely enveloped you, cold and dangerous. You could feel the steady heartbeat from his chest, and your own heart racing uncontrollably.

On the terrace bathed in moonlight, he will suddenly lower his head and kiss your lips.

It wasn't a gentle probing, but a kiss carrying a long-suppressed, almost predatory undertone, seemingly meant to convince the observer in the shadows... yet it also seemed to pour out some real, burning emotion.

Your mind often goes blank during these kisses, and you can only passively endure them. Occasionally, when you catch your breath, you meet his unfathomable black eyes that seem to want to suck you in, and your heart races.

Feeding each other, hugging, kissing passionately... It seems that all the things that couples in love should do were done under Itachi's seemingly unintentional but actually carefully planned guidance.

You feel like a ship lost in the fog, being led by the silent navigator beside you in an unknown and unsettling direction.

I kept telling myself it was just a task, but the memories in my body and senses were so real and intense.

The atmosphere was extremely subtle. The lingering warmth of the day's performances had not yet dissipated, and the private space of the night amplified a certain ambiguity to an extreme degree.

With your back to the weasel, you frantically try to remove your elaborate samurai robes as quickly as possible to end this suffocating situation.

My fingers were clumsy because of my restlessness, and just then, clear footsteps approached from behind.

Before you could react, a pair of cool yet strong hands gently covered your hands, which were struggling with your clothes.

"I'll help you." Itachi's voice was low and deep, ringing in your ear, devoid of any emotion. You turned around in surprise, meeting his dark eyes that were so close to yours. His expression remained calm and unwavering, as if he were simply completing a perfectly normal procedure.

"Actually, there's no need to be so serious... They probably won't look that closely." You muttered softly, trying to make a last-ditch effort, your voice trembling slightly without you even realizing it.

Itachi's fingers didn't leave; instead, they slowly slid down her side, precisely pressing on the hollow at the very center of her lower back, applying slight pressure.

An indescribable tingling and numb sensation instantly spread throughout your body, accompanied by a fatally soft feeling. You almost instantly fell backward, landing right in a firm and warm embrace.

"If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way." Itachi's arms firmly encircled your slender waist, pressing you even deeper into his embrace.