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The kiss tasted of blood; the weasel's teeth broke your lower lip, sweeping across every inch of your mouth with near-brutal brutality. Your hands, bound by chains, grasped at the air in vain, and the shackles on your ankles jingled.
The light of the blood moon cast overlapping shadows onto the ground, twisting them into tangled beast-like shapes.
“In the world of Tsukuyomi,” Itachi finally stepped back slightly, his thumb tracing the bite mark on your lip, “the tightness of the chains depends on your heart rate.”
As if to confirm his words, your violently heaving chest caused the chains to hum.
"You did this on purpose..." you gasped, glaring at him, only to see Itachi's kaleidoscope slowly spinning.
"You smell like too many people."
"This is punishment." Itachi gently wiped the blood from the corner of your lips with his thumb, the movement as tender as polishing precious porcelain. "Or perhaps..." A deeper pattern flickered in his Sharingan, "Does the leader wish to add another round?"
You open your eyes wide during the deep kiss, and ominous black flames seep from the edge of your vision. The flames coil around your ankles like living things, and the scorching heat strangely transforms into electric current that surges up your spine.
(Amaterasu?!)
You struggle to turn your head to the side; the black flames have formed an impenetrable cage. There are no burns, only a chilling visual feast.
"Now you know... who your king is?" His scorching breath sprayed on your collarbone, and the raptor's fingertips slid down your spine.
"Look carefully." The Amaterasu Fire changed shape as he spoke.
"This is the true Tsukuyomi."
"My desires..."
"It has always been a physical entity."
When the illusion dissipated, everyone in the hall witnessed this scene: Itachi returned to his seat as if nothing had happened, while you, on the throne...
You are completely unharmed, yet you are trembling and clutching your collar.
The most terrifying thing is that a black flame tattoo appears on your neck, flickering with your breath.
"Continue the game?" Itachi's voice was calm as usual, as if nothing had just happened.
In the fifth round of the game, the cards tumbled in a storm of chakra. The gold-plated King card was entangled by Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Black Threads, stuck to Deidara's Clay Spider, and wrapped layer by layer by Konan's Paper Butterfly.
You rest your chin on your hand, watching as Sasori's puppet silk silently severs Hidan's Sanzu Scythe chains, your eyelids gradually growing heavy.
In a daze, a flock of crows swept across your field of vision, their black wings brushing against your eyelashes, carrying the unique damp scent of the Naka River.
When you open your eyes again, maple leaves from the Uchiha clan's territory are falling into your palm.
"This is......"
You instinctively clench the maple leaf, hearing the crisp sound of it shattering.
A bamboo tube in the corner of the courtyard struck a stone bowl, producing a clear "dong" sound. The water rippled, reflecting the figure standing under the eaves.
Uchiha Shisui leaned against a vermilion pillar, toying with a kunai in his hand. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the maple leaves, casting dappled shadows under his eyelashes.
You stare blankly at the courtyard before you, the bluestone slabs of the Uchiha clan's territory, the mist drifting from the Naka River, and the crooked pine tree where crows perch.
"Is the King's Game fun?" Shisui suddenly leaned closer, her breath brushing against your ear. "The feeling of being fought over by everyone."
His fingers ran through your black hair, and when you tried to back away, you found your ankles wrapped in transparent chakra threads. It wasn't the kind of binding that Sasori used with murderous intent, but rather a gentle yet deadly entanglement like a spider web.
"But here..."
Zhi Shui kissed your trembling eyelids.
"You will always be my king."
The courtyard suddenly twisted, the persimmon tree transformed into a throne, and the waters of the Naka River became phantom images of the Akatsuki members.
You are horrified to find yourself sitting on Zhishui's lap, while below you in the hall...
All the members are still oblivious to the fact that they are fighting for the King card that doesn't even exist.
Mei Terumi's fingernails dug into your shoulder. You opened your eyes abruptly and found yourself still on the throne in the hall, with the marked King card...
It was being carried by a crow and landed on the weasel's shoulder.
"It seems..."
The weasel stroked the crow's feathers, and the kaleidoscope slowly spun in the shadows. "Someone's cheating."
When you look down, you find a real persimmon leaf stuck to the cuff of your robe.
Your voice was soft, instantly cutting off all the noise in the room. You rubbed your temples, your fingertips touching your temples, and the patterns of your Sharingan slowly flowed in the dim light.
Everyone fell silent. Deidara's clay stopped burning, Sasori's puppet strings froze in mid-air, Hidan's cursed seal stopped spreading, Kakuzu's tentacles retracted into his sleeve, and Kisame's Samehada even obediently closed its mouth.
"If this keeps going on, the game is over."
The sixth round of the game began eerily quietly.
The cards were spread out on the table, but no one dared to grab them. Watching their cautious manner, you suddenly chuckled, and the marked King card flew into your palm.
"Since you're so indecisive... then I'll decide on the punishment."
Golden chains shot out, wrapping around those members who hadn't yet participated in the game—Konan's ankles, Nagato's wrists, Yahiko's waist, Hidan's three-moon scythe… Amidst the flowing golden light, they were pulled to your side by an irresistible force, collapsing onto the soft carpet.
"I originally wanted to play something real with you guys." Your fingertips gently caressed the chains, the golden light reflecting off the eerie patterns flowing in your Sharingan eyes.
"It's just a pity..." Your gaze lightly swept over Itachi and Shisui in the corner.
One of them lowered his head to drink tea, while the other teased the crow on his shoulder, tacitly pretending that nothing had happened.
You raised an eyebrow.
(Those two... are such cunning bastards!)
But soon, a dangerous smile appeared on your lips, "In that case, let me give you a beautiful dream."
—This is no ordinary illusion; once you become addicted, it is difficult to break free.
Itachi and Shisui sensed something amiss the moment the genjutsu descended, but when they tried to break it with their Sharingan, they discovered that the genjutsu had already infiltrated their mental world, wrapping around them like a spider web, impossible to sever easily.
"...She's actually that strong?"
Itachi's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan contracted slightly. He originally thought you were just indulging his Tsukuyomi, but he didn't expect you to be able to break free so easily from the beginning, or even... deliberately indulge in it.
Shisui stood under the cherry blossom tree in the illusion world, reached out to catch the falling petals, and chuckled softly, "I see."
—You have condoned their overstepping of boundaries and tacitly approved their possession.
—You even...enjoy their fighting.
Does this mean that they already hold a special place in your heart?
Outside the illusion, you quietly watch everyone sink into their dreams, your fingertips gently tracing your lips, where the bite mark of the itch remains, along with the faint warmth from the Shisui illusion.
You lowered your eyes and chuckled softly, your voice so low that only you could hear it, "...I'm truly defeated by you guys."
When Yahiko opened his eyes, the lavish lights in the room made him squint slightly.
The crystal chandelier cast an ambiguous pink glow, and the air was filled with the scent of fine champagne and perfume. The gold thread embroidery on the velvet sofa shimmered under the light.
This is clearly the most famous host club in the Land of Water, "Scarlet Room." He still vividly remembers the night he lost control.
"This is……"
He looked down at his deep V-neck silk shirt, the collar wide open to his waist, revealing his well-defined muscles, and the cuffs were adorned with sparkling rhinestones.
This is clearly the outfit of the top-tier "number one" host club.
"Yahiko!" A purple-haired man in a backless dress suddenly pounced from behind and affectionately hooked his arm around his neck.
"Your sugar daddy, Tanuki, is here again! In the VIP room at the end of the corridor~" The man winked knowingly. "That lord has booked the whole place, just waiting for you~"
(Tanuki...you've really gone too far.)
—In this illusion, he seems to have become your personal gigolo.
The moment he pushed open the door, Yahiko's breath hitched slightly.
You stand with your back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, your black hair cascading down like a waterfall, wearing only a semi-transparent gauze dress, the gold chain around your waist swaying gently with your movements, reflecting a bewitching shimmer in the light.
Hearing the noise, you slowly turned around, "Little Sun~ It's been so long! Have you been thinking about me?"
Your voice is as sweet as honey. You gently tap your knee with your fingertips, gesturing for him to come over.
Yahiko's Adam's apple bobbed.
He should have been embarrassed, helpless, or even angrily exposed your prank.
But when he kneels on one knee beside you, prostrating himself on your lap like a cowherd, his voice is unusually low, “I miss your arrival every moment.”
Your smile froze on your face.
The imagined scene is Yahiko blushing, flustered as you tease him, finally sighing and rubbing his hair helplessly, "Stop it, Tanuki."
—Instead of the way it is now!
Yahiko's fingertips slowly moved up your ankle, the burning heat of his palms piercing through the thin gauze and touching your skin.
His eyes were focused and deep, and his lips held a smile that you had never seen before, a smile that was extremely aggressive.
"My lord...how would you like to play tonight?"
His voice was low and husky, with the ambiguous tone unique to male prostitutes, yet it was incredibly serious, as if he were truly immersed in the role.
Your eyelashes trembled, and you suddenly realized—you'd gone too far.
Instinctively, I tried to pull my foot back, but Yahiko grabbed my wrist. His strength wasn't great, but it made me unable to move.
"Since you've chosen my spot..." He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against your ear, "you can't give up halfway."
When Yahiko's lips touched the fingers holding your wine glass, you finally panicked and tried to break the illusion, but Yahiko grabbed your wrist and pushed you down onto the sofa.
"Where would you like to go, sir? The night... is still very long."
He whispers in your ear, his breath hot, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the first button of your shirt.
"You're trembling so badly, sir..." Yahiko held you tightly between his arms and the sofa, his brightly colored fingertips tracing your trembling back. "Didn't you... start this fire first?"
He pinned you down with one hand, and propped the other hand on your ear. His orange hair fell down, covering your reddened earlobes, but couldn't hide the triumphant smile on his lips. "Go on, my sugar daddy."
You finally broke down and covered your face, “...I give up.”
"It's too late to admit defeat."
Yahiko's nose brushed lightly against your lips, his breath hot and provocative, his arms holding you tightly, his fingertips lightly caressing your lower back.
"Or..."
"The adults wouldn't dare?"
His voice was very low, and his lips touched your earlobe.
Chapter 177: Urgent Eyes
—The tactic of provocation.
—But it will always work for you.
"How could I not dare!" You suddenly grabbed his collar, your scarlet eyes glaring at him like a cat that had been provoked.
Yahiko chuckled softly, then with a sudden burst of strength, he swept you up in his arms!
"Hey! You—!"
You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, your black hair tracing an arc. Yahiko's steps were steady, and he strode to the center of the private room in just a few steps.
A large, round bed, a soft quilt, and dim, reddish lighting.
Your fingertips tightened unconsciously. "What...are you doing?"
Yahiko gently placed you on the edge of the bed, knelt between your legs, placed his hands on either side of you, and leaned closer, saying, "It's just an illusion anyway..."
"I don't know how to do it—"
"Shut up!" You suddenly covered his mouth, your ear tips turning bright red.
Yahiko deliberately licked your palm with his tongue, feeling your instant stiffness, and laughed even more wickedly. He grabbed your wrist, pressed your hand above your head, and gently stroked your cheek with his other hand.
"You don't want to listen to me now?"
How about you shut me up with something else?
His lips are pressed against yours, your breaths mingling, yet he doesn't actually kiss you.
Your chest heaved violently, your Sharingan spun wildly, and the patterns of genjutsu flickered in and out of existence in the air—