Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

Kakuzu stood there, unsure of what to do with his hands, looking like a stone statue forcibly dragged onto the stage, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Scorpion wasn't much better off; his body was slightly tense, and his eyes were coldly fixed on the ground, as if there was something there that he was intently studying.

"Get moving! Don't stand there like a wooden doll!" Hidan clapped and laughed from the side.

Deidara laughed so hard he almost fell over, his long golden hair swaying with his movements. "Art is an explosion! But your dance is a disaster! Hmm!"

You sit to the side, resting your chin on your hand, watching this scene with great interest, a slight smile playing on your lips. You never expected to see Sasori and Kakuzu in such a disheveled state.

Finally, urged by everyone, Kakuzu stiffly reached out and placed his hand on Sasori's shoulder, his movements as awkward as if he were about to carry out an assassination mission.

Sasori's brow twitched violently, but he kept a cold face and reached out to support Kakuzu's waist. The distance between the two was so great that another person could fit inside.

"...Get closer! What kind of dancing is this?!" Hidan shouted in dissatisfaction.

Kakuzu gritted his teeth, but due to the rules of the game, he could only reluctantly take half a step forward.

Sasori's expression grew even colder. He would rather fight a hundred Jonin than dance some foolish dance here.

The music grew faster and faster, but the two danced clumsily and comically. Kakuzu's feet stepped on Sasori's boots several times, while Sasori's fingers tightened silently, as if he was resisting the urge to wrap the puppet strings around the other's neck.

"Spin! Spin!" Deidara cheered from the sidelines.

Kakuzu, his face dark, barely managed to spin around to keep up with the rhythm, only to nearly trip over his own robe.

The scorpion swiftly reached out to support her, then immediately let go as if it had touched something dirty.

“…Don’t touch me,” Scorpion said coldly.

"You think I want this?" Kakuzu sneered.

Hidan and Deidara were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight, and you, watching this scene, couldn't help but burst out laughing too.

Scorpion's gaze inadvertently swept over your smiling face, and his fingertips paused slightly.

(Never mind, at least she smiled.)

Finally, the music ended, and Kakuzu and Sasori immediately separated, as if the other were the source of some kind of plague.

Kakuzu sat back down in his seat with a dark expression, still muttering curses under his breath at Hidan.

Sasori straightened his clothes expressionlessly, then gave Hidan a cold glance.

Hidan, completely oblivious, was still smugly waving his King card, shouting, "Next round! Next round!"

The moment Kakuzu flipped over the King card, a sinister smile crept onto his lips. His gaze slowly swept over everyone present, finally settling on Hidan and Deidara, his eyes filled with naked vengeance.

"Numbers 4, 5, 6," he announced slowly, "Let's do a 100-meter 'teamwork' sprint."

Your fingertips trembled slightly as you slowly revealed your card—a 5.

Your heart sank.

Before you could even process this terrible news, a heated argument broke out not far away.

"How could you possibly be with me!" Deidara's face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck, as he pointed at Hidan's nose and yelled, "Running with a lunatic like you is an insult to art! Huh!"

Hidan wasn't about to back down either. He clenched his fists, raised them high, and shouted even louder than Deidara, "I don't want to be with you either! You crazy lunatic who's always fiddling with those crappy bombs! Nothing good ever comes of being with you!"

Kakuzu first burst into laughter, arms crossed, a smug look on his face, "You two were laughing so hard just now!" Then he shook his head with feigned regret, "I wonder which unlucky soul was punished along with these two troublemakers, how pitiful!"

"You wicked woman! Let me see your numbers? Hmm!" Deidara's loud voice suddenly exploded in your ears. You instinctively hid the cards behind your back, but it was too late.

Hidan reacted quickly, snatching the card away. After seeing the number, his eyes lit up with an astonishing light.

"So the evil god is with me!" He jumped up excitedly, holding up the sign to show off to everyone.

Deidara was taken aback at first, then his expression changed from anger to ecstatic joy, his smile almost blindingly bright. "Really? You wicked woman, why didn't you say so sooner!"

He was so happy he danced with joy, completely unable to contain his excitement. "Don't worry, it'll be really fun! Hmm!"

Upon seeing this, Hidan immediately rushed forward and shoved Deidara aside, shouting, "Don't listen to Jashin! I'm the most interesting one!"

Watching them argue back and forth, you feel your head buzzing, and you sigh helplessly, secretly lamenting your misery.

This is terrible. Being paired with these two guys, I'll be lucky to even finish the 100 meters, let alone be punished.

You stand in the middle, with Deidara on your left and Hidan on your right. Your legs and arms are tightly bound together, forming a seemingly united but actually crumbling whole.

Deidara's arm is pressed against your waist, his palm burning hot, while Hidan is close to your other side, his breath spraying against your ear.

You try to calm yourself down, but the tension inside you doesn't lessen at all.

As soon as Kakuzu finished speaking, Deidara charged forward like a piece of ignited clay, completely disregarding the rhythm of the two people on either side.

"Hey! Slow down, you bastard! Huh!" Hidan was pulled so hard he stumbled. He deliberately used Deidara's catchphrase to try to stop him, his silver hair flying wildly in the air, and his whole body tilting uncontrollably toward you.

You feel your body being pulled by two completely different forces: Deidara's brute force is pulling you forward, while Hidan's unbalanced weight is pressing you to the side.

In the chaos, your hand suddenly landed on Deidara's side.

In that instant, Deidara's body trembled violently. Your palm was warm and cool, and through the thin robe, you could almost feel the tension in his abdominal muscles.

Deidara's breathing suddenly quickened, and a low gasp escaped his throat, sounding particularly ambiguous in the quiet night.

“…Wicked woman?” His voice was lower and hoarse than usual, with a slight tremor at the end.

You then realized where your hands were and frantically tried to pull them back, but the ropes binding your legs restricted your movements. And just then—

"Give me balance, Lord Jashin!" Hidan shouted, falling headfirst towards you.

"wait wait wait--"

You were entangled in an extremely awkward position, with you sandwiched in the middle, and you could almost feel the body heat and heartbeats coming from both sides.

Your elbow rests on Deidara's chest, and you can clearly feel his pounding heart. The boy's azure pupils dilate slightly, and his hot breath brushes against your ear. "You... get up first... um!"

Hidan's face was buried in the hollow of your shoulder, and the metal clasp of the Jashin Cult necklace was digging into your collarbone.

His silver hair brushed against your chin as he looked up. "Hey, you explosive maniac, don't try to take advantage of me!"

"You were the one who pressed down on me! Hmm!"

During their argument, you struggled to get up, but lost your balance again because your legs were tied together.

The second time you tumbled together, Deidara's hand protected the back of your head, while Hidan's arm was across your waist.

"You..." Your voice trembled with anger, "Can't you be a little more cooperative?"

Deidara's cheeks were burning hot, his mind was blank, and he could only feel your hair brushing against his chin, tickling him and making his whole body go numb.

Hidan's arms were still wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. "Lord Jashin... are you alright?"

"..." You have something very important to do.

By the eighth time you fell, the neckline of your pajamas had loosened to reveal half of your shoulder. Deidara turned his face away, unable to look, his ear tips turning bright red.

Hidan pretended to straighten his clothes, but actually stole glances at that patch of fair skin out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, after stumbling and falling, they finished the 100-meter run, collapsing to the ground, panting and looking utterly disheveled.

Your robe is disheveled, and your hair is clinging messily to your sweaty forehead. Deidara's blond hair is sticking up like a clump of straw, and his cheeks are flushed with an unnatural blush. Hidan looks annoyed, but keeps glancing in your direction.

Kakuzu stood at the finish line, looking disgusted. "You call this running? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were flirting."

—In this punishment, who is really torturing whom?

"Tanuki, are you alright?" Yahiko walked over quickly, squatted down in front of you, and frowned.

His gaze swept over your disheveled hair and grass-covered robe, his fingers unconsciously rising as if to brush the dust from your face, but stopping in mid-air, and finally just gently clenching into a fist.

You smiled wearily. "It's nothing, I was just really worn out by those two guys."

"I knew they couldn't be trusted." Nagato sighed as he stood to the side, a hint of helplessness flashing in his Rinnegan.

His gaze lingered for a moment on your slightly reddened knees before he looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.

Because of the chaos just now, the game was paused again for half an hour.

When Nohara Rin came to your side with a medical kit, you were stunned at first, and before you could react, Rin gently lifted the hem of your black bathrobe.

Her long, fair legs were exposed to the air, with several obvious bruises on her knees and ankles from frequent falls.

You instinctively tried to pull your clothes back, but Lin gently but firmly pressed down on your wrist.

"Don't move, we need to handle this carefully." Lin's voice was gentle yet firm.

The room fell eerily quiet instantly.

Deidara accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene, choked violently, and coughed violently, his long golden hair whipping in an arc as he turned around.

Hidan seemed to be frozen in place, unable to take his eyes off that skin, until Deidara covered his eyes and dragged him out of the hall.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see! You cult madman! Huh!" Deidara's voice came from afar, tinged with rare panic.

The other male members also tacitly withdrew from the hall. Yahiko's ears were so red they were practically bleeding, while Nagato simply vanished in an instant, leaving only a falling leaf behind.

Only you and Lin are left in the room.

Lin's movements were very gentle. She knelt down beside your legs, using a cotton swab dipped in medicine to gently apply it to the bruise. Her pajamas were made of semi-transparent gauze material, and with each movement, the curves of her inner garments were occasionally revealed.

You accidentally catch a glimpse of something, quickly look away, your cheeks burning, and you awkwardly shrink back, only to find yourself already backed to the edge of the sofa.

"Does it hurt?" Lin asked softly, gently circling your knee with her fingertips.

The medicine was cool, but Lin's fingertips were warm; the two completely different sensations sent a slight shiver down your spine.

"It's...it's alright..." Your voice was a little strained.

Lin seemed oblivious to your nervousness, and instead moved even closer. She leaned slightly forward, her hair falling down, carrying a faint smell of disinfectant and a sweet floral fragrance.

"My lady..." Her breath brushed gently against your ear, "Your heart is beating very fast."

This statement is like a straight ball, catching you off guard.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. Lin's eyes shone with a gentle brown light under the lamp, filled with emotions you couldn't understand.

The two were so close they could count each other's eyelashes, and you could even see the faint sheen on Lin's lips.

Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control, Lin suddenly stepped back, her movements so fluid as if the previous ambiguity had never existed.

"Okay." She smiled and closed the medical kit. "Be careful from now on."

Watching Lin's retreating figure walk towards the door, the semi-transparent nightgown outlining her graceful silhouette under the light, you finally let out a long sigh of relief only after Lin's figure disappeared around the corner.

This night seems to be getting increasingly out of control.

When everyone regrouped in the hall, the atmosphere became noticeably more subtle.

Deidara and Hidan deliberately sat in the farthest seats from you, but their eyes kept glancing at your covered legs; Yahiko and Nagato remained unusually silent, while only Konan and Sasori seemed relatively calm.

"The fifth round begins." Nagato's voice was a few decibels lower than usual. He mechanically shuffled the cards, but his eyes kept drifting towards your position.

You take the newly dealt cards, your fingertips still trembling slightly. You can feel several gazes on you, some probing, some burning, and... Lin's meaningful gaze.

Chapter 133 The King's Game (10)

The moment you flipped over the King card, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze for a second. Your slender fingertips lightly touched the gold patterns on the black card, and a sly smile unconsciously curved your lips.

"Number 3..." you deliberately dragged out the word, your gaze sweeping over the tense expressions on everyone's faces, "Can I peel a grape for you?"

The sound of cards being flipped echoed throughout the room.

Deidara abruptly flipped his card over and slammed it down again; Hidan held the card up to his eyes and looked at it again and again; Yahiko's fingertips lingered on the card, reluctant to turn it over.

"It seems to be me." Scorpion slowly stood up, the top two buttons of his robe unbuttoned at some point, revealing a section of pale collarbone.

This puppeteer, who always kept herself completely covered up, now exuded a languid sexiness.

You suddenly realize that you may have provoked someone you shouldn't have. Watching Scorpion walk towards the fruit plate, the fabric of his bathrobe clings to his lean waist with each step, and the puppet seam at the back of his neck gleams metallically under the light.

A grape, as white as an amethyst, was held between the scorpion's fingers.

His slender fingers deftly twisted open the fruit peel, his nails precisely making a slit, completely removing the transparent outer layer.

The flesh glistened with a moist sheen under the light, like a carefully polished piece of jade.

"Open your mouth." Scorpion stood in front of you, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

Looking up, from this angle, you can clearly see the shadow cast by his drooping eyelashes under his eyes, and the dark currents surging in those forever unfathomable eyes.

You subconsciously parted your lips slightly, and your tongue involuntarily licked the suddenly dry corners of your mouth.

This subtle movement caused the scorpion's pupils to contract sharply.

Cool fingertips touched your lower lip, and as the grape was pushed in, Scorpion's thumb lightly brushed against the corner of your lips.