Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

“Now…” he lowered his head, his voice carrying an undeniable force, “you can’t get rid of me now, Tanuki.”

The distortion of the Divine Might Space had not completely subsided. When you refocused your gaze and saw your surroundings clearly, you were stunned.

The cold, damp air carried a familiar earthy smell.

This is... that cave.

Obito... I actually brought you here!

Before you could recover from the shock and complex emotions, a powerful force grabbed your arm and almost violently dragged you into the depths of the cave, to the stone chamber where you used to train day after day.

The center of the stone chamber remained empty, and some old, blurry marks could still be seen on the ground, whether from sweat, blood, or something else, it was unclear.

With a soft "bang," your back was forcefully pressed against the cold, hard stone wall by Obito.

The bone-chilling cold instantly penetrated the thin fabric and pierced your skin, making you shiver involuntarily.

Obito's body pressed close, the cold fabric of his black robe rubbing against your skin, and the eye behind his mask gleaming with an almost fanatical light in the dim light.

“Tonight,” he said, his voice coming through his mask, “there is no Xiao, no Ban, no one else here… only you and me.”

His cool fingertips slowly and firmly began to untie the belt around your waist.

"You are my only... most beloved birthday gift."

Obito's actions were imbued with a ritualistic reverence, yet they were also fraught with danger.

Looking at the man before you, completely consumed by his obsession, you were overwhelmed with mixed emotions. In the end, all you could manage was a sigh filled with endless weariness, "Obito... why did you do this?"

Why be so stubborn? Why torture yourself like this? Why use this mutually destructive method to prove a relationship that has already become distorted and corrupted?

The fingertips that were untying the belt paused a few seconds abruptly.

Then came an even stronger force, almost tearing the belt apart.

"Why bother?" Obito repeated the two words, his voice suddenly tinged with an almost tearful mockery and pain. "Uchiha love is inherently extreme and twisted... enough to drive people mad, to make them jealous, to make them... willing to destroy everything to obtain it!"

The moment he finished speaking, he abruptly lowered his head, no longer stroking, but with a ruthless cruelty, as if punishing and marking you, and bit down hard on your neck!

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through you, causing you to tilt your head back in agony. The taste of blood did not bring Obito to his senses; instead, it acted as a powerful catalyst, igniting all his dark desires and madness.

Not enough...not nearly enough!

Pain alone isn't enough! It should be more intimate, more ambiguous, and even more painful! It should make you remember this moment forever, remember who has you!

He thought this way, and he did this way.

The nibbling and biting turned into passionate and rough kisses, tracing the curve of her neck downwards, leaving wet marks and reddened patches.

That hand became increasingly restless, with an irresistible force. Just as you were becoming weak all over and your consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred, Obito suddenly picked you up horizontally.

The momentary weightlessness made you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, even creating a slightly absurd illusion: had this guy finally had a change of heart and realized the stone wall was too cold?

The next second, his back was pressed against the cold, rough stone wall again, only this time, from a higher position.

Obito didn't put you down; instead, he held you in that embrace, trapping you firmly between himself and the stone wall.

With her legs dangling in the air and nowhere to put her weight, she could only rely on his support and was forced to entrust her entire body weight to him.

This posture puts you in an extremely passive and vulnerable position, like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

"You...!" You were both angry and annoyed; this bastard's perverse sense of humor was simply outrageous!

Taking advantage of the height difference, Obito kissed your lips again, then your collarbone, his breath hot and rapid, spraying onto your most sensitive skin.

Struggling is futile; resistance will only invite more forceful repression.

You clearly realize that you will never be able to leave this place unless you satisfy the man in front of you who has gone completely insane.

A deep sense of powerlessness compels you to slowly close your eyes, and your tense body gradually softens, as if in a silent... acquiescence.

The sudden pain made you instinctively pinch the firm muscles of his shoulder.

Obito groaned, seemingly even more excited than before. He tightened his grip on your waist, pressing you close until you were completely sealed together. His hoarse voice whispered in your ear, laced with a wicked laugh, "Save your energy. Tonight is still a long night..."

You are completely helpless against him; all resistance is easily neutralized, and all protests are swallowed up.

Exhausted, she could only bury her face in his cold shoulder, letting him lead her into wave after wave of uncontrollable passion.

Obito seems to have an innate talent for this kind of thing. He is extremely good at exploring, forcing you to give a reaction, and even repeatedly seeking feedback and comparison in your ear.

"Is this...acceptable?" he asked breathlessly, his movements continuing without stopping, forcing you to break down and sob.

"Please say you love me, okay? You can lie to me if you want." Obito's voice was filled with a humble plea that even he himself loathed.

The worst part is that, in the heat of passion, he would bite your earlobe and ask, haltingly, "Compared to him, who makes you...?"

"Enough!" You couldn't take it anymore and abruptly covered his mouth as he uttered those explicit words. "Don't...don't take advantage and then act innocent!"

You don't know how to view this man. You hate his obsession and compulsion, yet you can't completely ignore the intense, suffocating love beneath his desperate actions.

It's truly something that makes you... both love and hate it.

This night seemed to have no end.

In a daze, you were tirelessly manipulated into various positions by Obito, the cold stone walls and rough ground becoming witnesses to this lustful encounter.

You can clearly feel the despair emanating from Obito.

So heavy, so dark, so morbid.

Like the obsession of a vengeful ghost...

The sky remained dark, and dawn was still far away. This plunder and depravity in the name of love continued.

[Feedback - Nagi & Madara] - Hidden Chapter 1 of "Captive Love"

OS: Rewinding to Chapter 62 of the main story: Imprisoned Love (5).

The dim candlelight flickered around Ban.

He lowered his head, his messy black hair falling down, covering most of his face, revealing only his taut jawline and his tightly pursed, bloodless thin lips.

"Nagi..."

The almost whispered calls echoed in the silent chamber, over and over again.

"Anagi..."

His voice was imbued with an almost morbid obsession and a bottomless longing.

You can feel that this kind of unforgettable love can destroy everything and burn itself; it is a unique, heavy love belonging to Uchiha Madara, so heavy that it can crush a person.

You are not incapable of reciprocating this love, it's just...

Whenever you face him in this state, his eyes surge with an almost insane possessiveness, and his powerful energy slightly distorts the surrounding air due to the loss of control over his emotions, creating a gaze that seems to want to tear you apart and devour you.

An overwhelming sadness welled up from the deepest part of my heart, drowning out all other emotions.

Is this the curse of the Uchiha? The deeper the love, the more obsessive, the more painful, and the more unable to break free from the shackles called love, ultimately leading to destruction or the ultimate possession.

Even someone like him was not immune.

A warm tear, without warning, slid down your cheek, leaving a damp, cool trail.

Then came the second drop, the third drop... You didn't cry out, you just let your tears flow quietly.

The sound of falling tears seemed to startle Ban, who was immersed in her own world.

His head jerked up.

Those Mangekyou Sharingan eyes clearly reflected your tearful appearance at that moment. The obsessive light froze when it saw your tears, and then, as if it had been stabbed, a rare look of helplessness and panic flashed across its eyes.

"Anagi..."

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and almost reverently caught a tear that was about to fall from your eye.

Tears rolled down his fingertips, reflecting a faint light, yet they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, burning his heart.

"Don't cry..." His voice suddenly became hoarse and clumsy, carrying a pleading tone completely out of character for him. "I was wrong... Nagi, don't cry..."

He was like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know how to make amends, only able to repeat apologies over and over again in a helpless manner.

The overwhelming desire to possess and the domineering posture of coercive love crumbled instantly in the face of your silent tears.

He stopped all potentially coercive actions and just looked at your sad face with confusion and anxiety, trying to find signs of forgiveness in your eyes.

You didn't speak or make any indication.

This silent sorrow was more agonizing and heartbreaking for Ban than any rebuke.

He could only let out a very suppressed, soft sigh.

He lowered his head, and his warm lips gently touched your cheek.

Gently lick away the cold tear stains, trying to soothe your sorrow in this way.

It was slightly itchy, a stark contrast to his usual domineering and forceful demeanor.

Beneath that clumsy yet genuine tenderness, the tears seemed to be truly dispelled by his actions, gradually ceasing.

Sensing the subtle change in your emotions, Ban's tense heartstrings finally relaxed a little.

But the love in his eyes that seemed to devour people did not diminish in the slightest; it was merely temporarily cloaked in a veneer of restraint.

He stepped back slightly, making sure your sadness had subsided for the time being.

Then, the powerful aura firmly descended once more.

"I won't hurt you..." he murmured, as if making the most solemn vow, but his arms pulled your body into his embrace with an absolute possessiveness, pressing you tightly against his. "Never."

His embrace was so tight there wasn't a single gap. "Let me..." he lowered his head, with a desperate yet deeply affectionate allure, "be your only one, Anagi... and also be my only one, my everything."

The last syllable disappeared between their pressed lips.

Your consciousness seems to float at the boundary between warm currents and storms, unaware of how deep the night is or how much time has passed.

All I could clearly perceive was that I was constantly enveloped in a powerful and intense field, unable to move.

A complex emotion lingers in your heart. You are naturally emotionally detached, and you are unsure whether you truly possess the capacity to passionately love someone like ordinary people.

But at this moment, in front of this man, a deep pity and a strange sense of acceptance quietly arose.

Looking into his eyes, at the obsession that seemed to burn them both to ashes, you suddenly felt that perhaps letting him have his wish was far better than letting him carry on with eternal regret.

This realization gradually dissipates your initial slight resistance.

Instead of trying to escape the suffocating embrace, she relaxed her body slightly with an almost sacrificial gentleness, burying herself deeper into his arms.

It was like a silent permission, or a gentle sigh.

This subtle change undoubtedly ignited an even more raging fire.

All of Ban's restraint crumbled at this moment, leaving only the instinctive pursuit.

The air inside the sealed room became increasingly thick and hot.

You feel like a small boat tossed into a raging storm, sometimes soaring to the clouds, sometimes plunging into the deep sea.

In the moments before I completely lost consciousness, my senses became exceptionally clear.

He murmured softly, "Anagi, I finally... have you completely."

Every word seemed to be imbued with heavy emotion, crashing into your heart. Gone was the usual majesty and coldness, gone was the previous obsession and madness, leaving only a kind of almost exhausting, yet incredibly real, tenderness and piety.

Then, a kiss as soft as a feather landed on your forehead, like boundless tenderness and a heavy promise.

"If you're tired... go to sleep." His fingers ran through your long hair. "I'll take care of everything, and you'll always... be by my side."

The final words were like the warmest incantation, accompanied by the lingering coolness on your forehead and an ambiguous, decadent atmosphere, and your last shred of consciousness finally sank into the darkness of sleep.

One of the candles had gone out at some point, making the room even dimmer.

Ban remained motionless in the embracing posture, only slightly raising his head after confirming that the person in his arms had completely fallen asleep.

The madness and obsession in his eyes have faded, replaced by a focus and satisfaction that seems to drown people.

He carefully traced the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, his fingertips gently brushing across her eyebrows, nose, and lips... as if he wanted to etch all of this into eternity.

The shadows on the stone wall are no longer distorted; they quietly blend together.

He got you, in a way that left no room for refusal.

But the curse of Uchiha love means that this possession will forever be accompanied by extreme longing and the fear of losing it.

Your consciousness slowly emerges from the chaos, and the first thing you perceive is the warm liquid surrounding you, and the solid chest pressed tightly against your back.