Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

What's wrong with this guy today? Is it because of the lie detector incident yesterday? Thinking about that blunder, a faint sense of annoyance swept through you.

Forcing myself to ignore that intensely noticeable gaze, I sped up the task assignment process.

As soon as the meeting ended and everyone began to leave, Deidara instantly sprang up from his chair, took three steps at a time, and rushed straight to you, who was about to turn and leave, blocking your way.

You stopped in your tracks, raised your cool eyes, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Deidara took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage, his azure eyes shining brightly as he stared directly at you. "You wicked woman! Let's drink together tonight! Hmm!"

Such a direct and abrupt invitation.

You paused for a moment, then a habitual mocking smile curled at the corner of your lips. "With your alcohol tolerance of one sip, you're hopeless."

She didn't want to deal with him getting drunk again, and she didn't want any more unexpected accidents to happen.

Deidara's face flushed instantly, not from shame, but from eagerness and resentment.

He immediately unleashed his full power of trolling, even leaning forward slightly to take advantage of his height, and loudly protested, "No! You can't do that! Say it again! Hmm!"

His tone and expression were just like a large dog whose beloved toy had been taken away, carrying an unreasonable sense of grievance and stubbornness.

Sometimes you really can't understand this guy's thought process. Looking at his face, which is full of "I'll make a scene if you don't agree," you suddenly feel powerless. Getting entangled with him on this kind of issue will only lead to an endless argument.

You rubbed your temples and said quickly in an extremely perfunctory tone, as if you were coaxing a child, "Ah, okay, okay, I love drinking with you the most, alright?"

This obviously perfunctory remark sounded like heavenly music to Deidara's ears!

"It's a deal then! No going back on your word! Okay!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly leaned forward and, with lightning speed, planted a forceful kiss on your unsuspecting left cheek!

It feels warm and soft to the touch, carrying the unique, reckless yet refreshing scent of youth, and it separates at the slightest touch.

After succeeding, Deidara was like a cat that had stolen fish, his whole being overflowing with a triumphant joy. He laughed loudly, turned around and ran, his golden hair drawing a dazzling arc in the air, and instantly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

You were left standing there, frozen in place.

The spot on my face where I was kissed still seemed to retain the warm, moist sensation of that moment, carrying a hint of provocation.

Looking in the direction Deidara disappeared, he could only sigh helplessly, "What a...child."

"You wicked woman! Open the door! Hmm!"

The door slid open silently, leaving a crack.

You stood inside the door, seemingly already drinking alone, holding an antique earthenware wine jar in your hand, your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue unlike your usual pale face.

A few strands of black hair fell casually, making your neck appear even longer and whiter. Leaning against the door frame, you tilted your head back and took another swig of wine, the subtle movement of your throat carrying an unconscious sensuality.

Then you lowered your eyelids, your gaze falling on the strikingly bright blond boy at the door, and said in a calm, even tone, "Come in."

Deidara practically squeezed in, moving as fast as a golden lightning bolt.

Your room is just as he imagined: simple, cool-toned, yet exuding a refined sense of order.

But his attention was instantly drawn to the large bed in the center of the room, covered with dark silk sheets that looked incredibly soft.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, as if he had discovered a new continent. Without hesitation, he pounced and sank into the soft bed.

Sure enough! So soft! And... the bedding is filled with your cool yet alluring minty scent, almost enveloping his entire body.

He rolled over contentedly and buried his face deep in the pillow.

"Hey!" Your voice came through, tinged with a hint of exasperation. "Didn't you come here for a drink? Get off my bed!"

Walk over and grab his arm without hesitation. Deidara resisted reluctantly, whimpering, but eventually slid off the bed with your help.

Yes, serious business! Let's drink! Tonight we have to succeed! Yeah!

His gaze was immediately drawn to the items displayed on a small table in the corner of the room. There, seven or eight bottles and jars of various shapes and sizes were laid out, including sake, shochu, and even some exotic wines with vibrant colors...

It shimmered with an alluring luster under the dim light.

Deidara stared in disbelief, instinctively swallowing hard. So many... That wicked woman really is a drunkard! Hmm!

"Drink up." Your voice carried a hint of languid anticipation as you picked up your wine jar again, leaned against the window, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Normally, Deidara might have chickened out, but today was different! He had come prepared! Remembering the special hangover pills he had secretly begged Orochimaru for during the day, his confidence soared.

"Hmph! Watch this! Hmm!" He grabbed the nearest bottle of sake with an air of bravado, pulled out the cork, and without even using a cup, tilted his head back and chugged it down!

The cool, spicy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a burning sensation, but he endured it and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

"Hey! You..." You were stunned for a moment, not expecting him to be so fierce.

But Deidara didn't stop. As if to prove something, or to embolden himself, he put down the empty bottle and immediately grabbed a jar of strong-smelling liquor next to him, and started chugging it down again!

"Deidara! That's my treasure! You're not allowed to drink any more! You bastard! My sake!" You finally snapped out of your spectator mode and watched his guzzling behavior, feeling your heart ache as if it were bleeding.

Forget about decorum, rush over and try to snatch the wine jar from his hand, or at least cover his mouth to stop his suicidal drinking.

A minor struggle ensued in the room, with wine spilling out as the room swayed, soaking their clothes.

The aroma of alcohol in the air grew stronger, mingling with the two people's rapid breathing and unusual heat.

Ultimately, the farce ended with Deidara emptying almost all the opened bottles.

Deidara's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, his eyes began to glaze over, and his steps became unsteady. However, thanks to the effects of the hangover pill and a strong will, he managed to stay upright and not completely collapse, only hiccuping incessantly.

Looking at the mess on the table and the culprit, you were furious, your chest heaving slightly, the slight intoxication mostly burned away by your rage. "You...you damn it!"

At this moment, the culprit is looking at you with those misty blue eyes, trying to make an even more outrageous request, "You wicked girl, my head is spinning... Tonight... I'll sleep here tonight... Hmm!" As he said this, he tried to lie down on that soft bed again.

"Don't even think about it! Go back to your room!" you refused curtly.

"I don't care! I'm going to sleep here! Hmm!" Deidara started acting like a brat, twisting and turning on the bed like a large dog that refused to leave its den.

Exhausted and with the effects of the alcohol returning, a wave of fatigue washed over you. You were too tired to argue with this drunkard who was clearly starting to act out, and all you wanted to do was rest.

She rubbed her aching temples, sighed in despair, and walked to the other side of the bed, turning her back to him. "Whatever! Be quiet! Or I'll throw you out!"

You close your eyes, trying to ignore the presence of the other person beside you, attempting to fall asleep.

Just as I relaxed, a burning hot body suddenly pressed against me from behind!

Deidara wrapped himself around you like an octopus, his arms tightly encircling your waist, his burning cheeks buried in the hair at the back of your neck, greedily inhaling the minty scent mixed with the aroma of alcohol.

"Let go!" You stiffened and tried to push him away with your elbow.

But Deidara didn't let go; instead, he started moving restlessly, his hands clumsily and eagerly tugging at your clothes, with drunken recklessness and uncontrollable passion.

"What are you doing, Deidara!" You were really angry and raised your leg to kick him away.

But just as I lifted my leg, I suddenly felt a warm, soft, and slightly grainy sensation on my calf!

Deidara... he's actually licking you!

“You wicked woman…” Deidara’s voice was terribly hoarse, thick with nasal tone and undisguised longing, “I like you so much… mmm!”

Using his intoxication as a perfectly plausible excuse, he finally acted on all the things he had wanted to do for you deep down.

He suddenly pulled you around, embracing you more tightly, and then pulled the blanket next to you to wrap you both up tightly in a private space filled with each other's scent and body heat.

You can clearly feel the boy's strong, taut body, and the vibrant, burning desire unique to his age, pressing against his lower abdomen without any concealment, revealing his intense emotions and needs.

"No! Deidara! Wake up!" You were both ashamed and angry, and you reached out and pulled his ear hard, trying to bring him back to his senses with pain.

But at this moment, Deidara seemed to be completely controlled by the alcohol and his long-suppressed emotions, and his slight resistance was more like a catalyst.

Instead of stopping, he intensified his efforts, his movements clumsy yet eager, carrying an almost savage exploration.

In the struggle, their clothes were haphazardly removed, their skin pressed together, bringing waves of dizzying shivers. The cold air and the burning body temperature intertwined, the smell of alcohol and the scent of mint mingled ambiguously, and their breathing gradually became heavy and disordered.

"Hmm...you wicked woman..." He called your name over and over again, as if in a dream, or as if making a vow.

The initial resistance seemed to crumble under the impact of that scorching, almost burning, pure and stubborn emotion.

The temperature in the room rose steadily. In the darkness, only the intertwined breaths, heartbeats, and the subtle sounds of flesh colliding made one blush.

The boy explored and sought tirelessly, as if he wanted to pour all his passion and explosive artistic pursuits into this sudden intimacy.

His energy was astonishing; he kept bothering you and making a fuss over and over again.

Finally, as dawn was breaking, you couldn't take it anymore and, with your last bit of strength, kicked the guy who was still trying to stick to you off the bed.

With a muffled thud, Deidara slumped onto the soft carpet, seemingly a little dazed.

But he quickly got up again, not angry at all. He just squatted by the bed, his arm draped over the edge, his chin resting on his arm, his bright blue eyes fixed on your tired sleeping face.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea and excitedly whispered, "Wicked woman... how about... we do it every day? Hmm?"

His response was a pillow radiating intense killing intent and rage, which landed precisely on his face!

"Get out!" Your voice was hoarse.

Deidara pulled the pillow off his face, still unwilling to give up, and tried to bargain, "Don't be angry... then... once every three days is fine too! Hmm!"

The next second, the entire room seemed to shake, accompanied by your absolutely furious roar, "Deidara! I'll kill you!!!"

[Forbidden 1v1: Tanuki/Hidan] — From "Master's Temptation"

Clutching the crumpled note in your hand, with its crooked handwriting and a bizarre cult symbol drawn on it, you stand at the entrance to a secluded yet luxurious private hot spring, and feel an unusual sense of speechlessness.

On the note, Hidan wrote in his scrawled handwriting: "For the sacred ritual of the evil god, I beseech the supreme evil god (Tanuki-chan~) to grace the largest hot spring in the Land of Hot Springs with his presence tonight at midnight! The ritual is of utmost importance, concerning the rise and fall of our sect!"

"What kind of ridiculous sacrificial ceremony would require coming to a place like this..." you muttered to yourself, a rare hint of helplessness in your cool voice.

Given Hidan's almost fanatical faith in you, and his seemingly mindless but actually probing actions, you can easily guess the filthy thoughts lurking in his mind...

No, it's a "devout" little scheme.

He simply wanted to take this opportunity to get closer and complete some "intimate" sacrifices or contact between believers and gods, as he envisioned it.

You should have ignored him, or even dragged him out and given him a beating. But the moonlight is too beautiful tonight, the steam from the hot spring is too tempting, and you... perhaps you've been teased by his persistent foolishness and developed a mischievous urge to play tricks on him.

Fine, let's see what tricks he's up to.

After removing their clothes, they slowly stepped into the spacious open-air hot spring pool, where the milky white hot spring water flowed over their ankles, calves, waist... until it reached their collarbones.

The water temperature was just right, and the rising mist blurred the surrounding scenery and softened your usually sharp features.

Looking at her reflection in the water, her cheeks were slightly flushed from the heat, her black hair was wet and stuck to the side of her neck, and the curves of her body were faintly visible beneath the surface.

A slightly wicked idea quietly emerged.

Perhaps... we could turn it around and let him experience what it's like to be tricked by the gods?

So, when Hidan rushed to Tangtang, muttering "May the evil god protect me from being late," and pushed aside the layers of bamboo fences and mist, what he saw was a scene that left his mind blank—

Moonlight pierced through the water vapor, casting a hazy, clear glow. The evil god he had been longing for was sitting with his back to him, soaking in the milky-white hot spring.

Her smooth, fair, and beautifully shaped back was completely exposed to the air, and water droplets slowly slid down the alluring indentation of her spine, disappearing into the captivating shadows underwater.

Her long, jet-black hair, soaked through, hung neatly down her back, making her skin appear even more lustrous and smooth like jade.

The graceful lines of her shoulders and neck are slightly taut, revealing a beauty that is both relaxed and subtly powerful.

Just that one silhouette was enough to be incredibly alluring. Hidan froze on the spot, his breath stopped, his eyes widened, and he didn't even notice the bloody three-month scythe in his hand clattering to the ground.

He felt his blood rush to his head, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Just then, as if hearing the noise he made, the person in the pool turned around at just the right moment.

Ripples spread across the water, exposing more skin to the moonlight and moisture, revealing delicate collarbones, and further down... Hidan abruptly closed his eyes, then couldn't help but sneak a slit open, his heart pounding like a drum.

Looking at Hidan, who was frozen like a wooden statue, you subtly curled the corners of your lips upwards, so quickly that it was almost imperceptible, before revealing a perfectly natural expression tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Hmm? You're here? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come down to bathe and cleanse yourself so you can complete your so-called 'ritual'?" Your voice, damp with moisture, lost some of its chill and gained a lazy, hoarse quality.

"I...I..." Hidan opened his mouth, but his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he completely forgot the evil god's incantation that he usually could recite endlessly.

A huge sense of guilt overwhelmed him. What damned priest? He just wanted to trick the evil god into coming to the hot springs with him! He hoped something would happen! But now... the evil god's 'cooperation' made him panic and feel helpless.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say the ritual was related to the rise and fall of a sect?" You tilted your head deliberately, water droplets dripping from your hair and tracing a line down your collarbone. "Or... are you lying to me?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Hidan immediately denied loudly, afraid that his thoughts would be seen through.

His straightforward thought process left him no time to think things through. Almost simultaneously, he stepped into the hot spring with a splash, and the warm water instantly soaked through his evil god's robe.

The ripples of the water brought the two closer together.

Hidan's heart was still pounding wildly, and his eyes could hardly leave you.

He moved clumsily and inching toward you, like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings.

The hot spring water was warm, but it was nowhere near as warm as the fire burning inside his body.