Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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You then noticed that his face was covered in dust and there were several charred marks on the hem of his clothes, clearly indicating that he had been through several explosions.

You couldn't help but reach out and brush the dust off his cheek. "Went to experiment with new art again?"

This unintentional, gentle gesture made Deidara's eyes light up. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his office. "Never mind that! You need to explain yourself!"

The office door closed automatically behind you, the sound of the lock clicking making your heart skip a beat.

Deidara pins you against the edge of the desk, his hands bracing on either side of your body, his entire body looming over you.

He blocked the sunlight, casting an orange-red halo around the edges of his golden hair.

"Explain what?" you asked, feigning composure, your fingers stealthily reaching for the kunai on the table.

"You and Yahiko!" Deidara shoved him closer, his nose almost touching yours. "And Itachi! I saw them! Hmm!" His voice grew louder. "You were around the corner in the hallway—"

You quickly covered his mouth, "Keep your voice down!"

Deidara's eyes widened even more, and he protested indistinctly, his warm breath spraying onto your palm.

You then realized how intimate the position was; your back was almost half-lying on the desk, and Deidara was pressing down on you, so you could feel his burning body heat even through your clothes.

"Get up first..." As soon as you let go of my hand, Deidara took the opportunity to kiss my palm.

"No! Ugh!" Deidara, like a child throwing a tantrum, pressed even closer. "Unless you promise to take me on a secret affair from now on!"

You were taken aback by his blunt statement. Dida's usually energetic eyes were now wet, and his lips were slightly pouting in dissatisfaction, making him look both childish and... alluring.

"Do you know what 'secret relationship' means?" you couldn't help but tease him.

Deidara's face flushed red, but he still stubbornly said, "Of course I know! It's like you and Yahiko doing it secretly... secretly..." His voice grew softer and softer until it became a mumbled murmur.

You chuckled softly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "Is that so?"

Their breaths mingled, and Deidara froze completely.

You could feel his heart beating incredibly fast, and your heart started racing too, just as their lips were about to touch.

The office door was kicked open.

"I knew you'd be here! Hmm!" Hidan stood at the doorway, carrying the Bloodstained Three-Month Scythe, his silver hair standing out starkly in the twilight. "Kakuzu sent me to collect compensation... Wait, what are you doing?!"

Deidara sprang up as if electrocuted, and in his panic, he knocked over the ink bottle on the table, spilling black ink onto the documents and quickly spreading it.

You manage to slide off the table, but Hidan grabs your wrist. "Hey! Lord Jashin! Did that brat Deidara deliberately tempt you?!"

"Who are you calling a brat! Huh!" Deidara immediately bristled, and the clay in his hand began to deform.

Hidan, not to be outdone, brandished his scythe and shouted, "It's you, you blond brat!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, you sighed, suddenly reached out and grabbed both of their collars at the same time, pulling them forcefully towards each other.

Hidan and Deidara's foreheads collided violently, and they both cried out in pain.

"Go outside and fight." You clapped your hands and gracefully walked between the two of them. "I still have documents to process."

You had just reached the doorway when you bumped into a solid chest.

Looking up, you see Madara Uchiha looking down at you, his Rinnegan flashing with a dangerous light.

"Documents?" Ban's voice was deep. "I bet you're busy dealing with 'interpersonal relationships'?"

Your smile froze on your face, and Deidara and Hidan behind you instantly fell silent.

Ban's gaze swept over the mess in the office—overturned ink bottles, scattered documents, and two boys who had clearly just experienced "intimate contact."

Finally, his gaze fell back on your slightly reddened lips.

“It seems,” Madara began slowly, “that we need to have a serious talk.”

“Obito, I taught you that in the face of absolute power, any attempt to lie in wait is futile.”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly thrust his hand into the void and forcefully pulled Obito out of the Kamui dimension!

"Madara! Stop—" Your shouts were drowned out by the roar of chakra.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Ban's mouth. "I said we need to have a proper talk."

His illusion instantly invaded Obito's mental world, and the Rinne Rebirth technique shone with a blinding white light between the two.

Obito's body convulsed violently, his life force flowing to Madara's body as if it were being drained away.

The sky over Amegakure suddenly darkened, with dark clouds gathering at a visible speed and lightning churning among the clouds, as if the entire world was trembling for the awakening of some being.

In the central hall of the Akatsuki headquarters, Madara held Obito by the neck with one hand, lifting him into the air, the ripples in his Rinnegan spinning wildly.

Obito's mask had long since shattered, revealing his scarred face, and your astonished expression was reflected in his Sharingan.

As Obito roared in pain, Madara's red armor began to melt, and fragments of the Edo Tensei (Reanimation Jutsu) crumbled away.

On the pale skin of his left chest, the fairy face formed by interstitial cells gradually became clear, followed by strong abdominal muscles and vibrant muscle lines.

As the last piece of impure earth fell away, two streams of blood flowed from Madara's eyes—the price of reincarnation. But soon, the blood was absorbed by his newborn skin, and his chest began to rise and fall, the white breath he exhaled clearly visible in the cold air.

"This is... what it feels like to be alive."

Ban looked down at his hands, which had warmed up again, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.

His chakra erupted like a tsunami, causing the ground of the entire Rain Village to tremble.

This power was so immense that even powerful figures thousands of miles away sensed something amiss.

In Konoha Village, Jiraiya abruptly stood up, knocking over the sake bottle beside him. "That's the direction of Amegakure!" The image of Naruto being carried off by Deidara with his Clay Bird flashed through his mind. "Damn it, what the hell are they doing!"

In Iwagakure, Onoki's teacup shattered on the ground with a crash. His body trembled uncontrollably as long-buried memories flooded back: the figure standing atop Susanoo, looking down upon all living beings, "Uchiha... Madara..."

Inside the Akatsuki base, the resurrected Madara stretched his neck, his bones making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound. His gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on you.

You had no time to respond to his provocation. You rushed to Obito's side and caught his swaying body before he collapsed. "Are you alright?"

Obito's face was ashen, the side effects of the Rinne Rebirth made him so weak he could barely stand.

He leaned into your arms, breathing heavily, "Bandit has... been resurrected."

This statement was a statement of fact, but the worry in his eyes was already tangible; he knew better than anyone how dangerous a resurrected Madara would be.

You grasped his cold fingers in your hand, your voice soft yet firm, "It's okay, I'm here."

Ban's eyes suddenly turned cold. He strode over, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The resurrected body exudes power, and the faintly visible immortal face pattern on his left chest adds a touch of wildness.

This subtle movement did not escape Ban's eyes. He moved his newly grown finger joints and slowly walked towards you.

With each step he took, the pressure of his chakra intensified, causing the Akatsuki members to unconsciously retreat.

"What a touching scene." Madara stopped in front of you, looking down at you and Obito embracing. He reached out and touched your cheek, his fingertips still warm from your resurrection. "Now, let's talk about our future."

You looked up to meet his gaze, his dark eyes reflecting Madara's Rinnegan. "I thought we had finished talking a long time ago."

Ban chuckled softly, his fingers sliding down to grip your chin. "Are you sure you want to provoke me at a time like this?"

His thumb lingered suggestively on the corner of your lips, "especially when I've just... been reborn."

On the other side of the room, Sasori's puppet strings suddenly taut, Deidara's clay spiders crawled all over the wall, and a purple light flashed in Nagato's Rinnegan.

The air instantly became tense, and Obito struggled to stand up, but you pressed down on his shoulder.

You gently shook your head, then turned to look at Ban, "What do you want?"

Ban's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on your face. "You." A simple word, yet it caused the temperature in the entire base to plummet.

You suddenly smiled, released Obito, and walked towards Madara in full view of everyone.

"Welcome back, Madara."

You reach out and stroke Ban's cheek, wiping away the bloodstains left at the corner of his eye with your fingertips. This intimate gesture causes Ban's pupils to dilate slightly, and his violent aura momentarily falters.

You think this will solve everything—

"Shh." You press your index finger against his lips. "The dead have no right to order me around, but the living can negotiate."

Your fingertips slid down Ban's neck to his newborn chest, gently touching his heart. "Now your heartbeat is under my control."

Ban's breathing became noticeably heavier. He suddenly grabbed your mischievous hand, but loosened his grip slightly when he touched your warm skin.

The resurrected body is so sensitive that even the warmth of your fingertips makes it tremble.

Obito leaned against the wall and stood up, his Sharingan eyes filled with disbelief. "Nagi...you..."

Just then, all the glass in the tower shattered! A golden figure rushed in with a familiar shout, "Sister Tanuki! I've come to save you!"

Naruto was enveloped in Nine-Tails chakra, with Sakura and Kakashi panting behind him. His blue eyes widened instantly when he saw the scene below: Madara was holding his chin, Obito was weak beside him, and Akatsuki members were all around, ready to fight.

"Uh...did I come at the wrong time?" Naruto scratched his head.

Sakura punched him on the head. "Idiot! This isn't the time to talk about this!"

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of Ban's lips. "Looks like we have quite a few guests tonight." He released you and turned to face the others. "Perfect, I'll use you guys to test out this new body."

Taking advantage of the situation, you pushed Obito towards Nagato, then positioned yourself between them, shouting, "Stop it, both of you!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it miraculously stopped everyone in their tracks. Ban raised an eyebrow at you, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

“Madara.” You take a deep breath. “We can have a proper talk, but not in this kind of setting.”

You glanced meaningfully at Naruto and his group, then at the Akatsuki members. Madara followed your gaze, looked around, and suddenly chuckled.

“Okay.” He unexpectedly took a step back. “However…” Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly appeared behind you, his thin lips close to your ear as he whispered, “Tonight, you have to have a ‘long talk’ with me all night long.”

This ambiguous threat made Obito clench his fists tightly. Naruto looked bewildered as Sakura covered his eyes. Deidara exploded, "Damn it! Let go of that evil girl! Huh!"

You didn't resist, you just nodded gently, "Okay."

Ban straightened up with satisfaction, his cold eyes sweeping over everyone. "Then, meeting adjourned."

As he finished speaking, a barrier suddenly descended over the entire Rain Village, completely isolating the tower from the outside world.

Inside, Ban tossed you onto the bed, his tall frame looming over you. "Explain," he demanded.

You stretched lazily, "What's there to explain? You look sexy when you're resurrected?"

Ban's eyes darkened further. He leaned over her, his warm breath brushing against her face. "You know what I'm asking."

“I know far more than you think.” You suddenly reached out and hooked your arm around his neck, pulling him close until your lips were almost touching. “For example… is your heart racing right now?”

Ban's Adam's apple bobbed. His resurrected body was so honest; you could clearly feel his accelerated heartbeat and rising body temperature.

"For example..." your fingertips traced his abs, "...you actually enjoy the way I provoke them?"

Ban suddenly grabbed your wrist and pressed it above your head, his voice hoarse, "Playing with fire will get you burned, little fox."

Chapter 193 - A Perilous Love (12)

After his resurrection, Madara's body temperature was much higher than when he was resurrected through Edo Tensei; every inch of his skin felt like a branding iron.

Ban's low, husky voice sounded in your ear, clearly displeased. He punished you by increasing the pressure on your waist, causing you to let out a whimper, which was then silenced by a hot kiss.

You turned your face away, panting slightly. "You did it on purpose." The cursed mark became unusually sensitive after Madara's resurrection, as if every emotional fluctuation of his could directly burn your nerves through this mark.

Ban chuckled softly, then suddenly grabbed your wrist and pressed it against the pillow. He lowered his head and bit the cursed seal, his tongue licking your reddened skin. "Now you know fear?"

His hot, moist breath sprayed on my neck. "When you let those pretty boys fawn over you, didn't you think about the consequences?"

"I didn't..." Her words of explanation were abruptly cut off by a kiss that deepened suddenly.

Madara's lips and tongue, carrying a punitive intent, penetrated deeply, his chakra coiling around you like a spider web, turning every inch of your resistance into a soft tremor.

You can feel the Sharingan's genjutsu flooding the edge of your consciousness like a tide. It's not control, but a more dangerous kind of empathy. It's forcing you to feel the suppressed desire.

The bed creaked under the weight of the weight, and the spotted palm pressed against your heart.

The frequency that pulsates there resonates directly in his bloodline through the curse seal, proving more truthfully than any words that even if you wander among many ambiguous relationships, your heart will still lose control for Uchiha Madara.

"Look carefully." Madara gripped your waist, forcing you to look up, the patterns in his Rinnegan spinning wildly. "Who's inside you now?" Each word was accompanied by a chilling movement. "Speak."

Your pupils dilated slightly, and the curse mark revealed more intricate patterns under intense emotion.

Of course, she could summon her two other selves to end this affair, but at this moment, Nagi's obsession and Showa-era perverse sense of humor were boiling in her veins.

—These are spots that belong only to you, arrogant, crazy, and obsessive, even your love is filled with a destructive possessiveness.

"It's...Uchiha...Madara..." The intermittent response was shattered by the impact.

The rain started falling outside the window at some point, and water droplets slid down the glass, reflecting the intertwined figures on the bed.

Ban's movements suddenly softened, his fingertips brushing against your sweaty forehead, but the kiss deepened.