Chapter 45:

Just wear this necklace well. Don't take it off under any circumstances." He stretched out his finger and moved the Four Souls Jade.

The milky-colored gem swayed on her fair chest.

After that night, for some reason, Naraku began to go out early and come back late frequently.

Although it can't be said that he has completely left, it is good that this has saved a lot of food expenses - after all, he usually eats a lot.

This time was even weirder. He disappeared for three whole days.

It was getting dark.

Naoko had just cleaned up the dishes when there was a regular knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

It got heavier and more urgent.

She walked carefully to the entrance and asked in a high voice: "Naraku? Did you forget to bring your key again? "

No answer.

She had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and look out the door through the peephole.

It was pitch black outside the peephole. She thought it was because the light was too dim, but when the darkness turned around like a glass bead, she realized that it was a human pupil -

the person outside the door was also imitating her and looking at her through the peephole.

She took a few steps back in fright.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

After about two minutes, the rapid knocking on the door stopped, and Asano Yuuki called outside the door:

"Kawase-san."

It seemed to be a person.

Only then did she open the door with trembling hands.

What she saw was Yuuki's pale face, his eyes hidden under his black hair, and he looked very gloomy. It

was really Yuuki-kun.

Naoko breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time her anger rose: "What are you doing here? You rude guy, I don't want to teach you anymore. "

He didn't say anything, but put the tip of his tongue against the fangs and licked it lightly.

This bread smells very fragrant.

A young girl is at her most juicy and delicious.

"If you have nothing to say, just leave quickly." She turned around, looking like she didn't want to say more to him.

Her shoulder-length hair drew a semicircle in the air, and the aroma of bread...

what's the difference between this and a buffet?

Asano Yuuki finally couldn't help but bare his fangs completely, and pounced on her to bite.

But just as he was about to touch her, a dazzling white light from the Four Souls Jade lit up and hit his eyes directly.

He was shaken to his knees on the ground, making a dull thud.

Damn... it was that lowly demon.

Hearing the movement, Naoko turned around and saw Yuuki kneeling very straight.

"Even if you feel sorry, you don't have to be so polite—" She frowned, and her anger just now dissipated a lot. She squatted down and prepared to help him up.

But before their skin touched, he hurriedly got up and ran out the door.

Yuuki-kun should also feel sorry for what happened before?

He probably came to her sincerely to apologize, otherwise he would not be so polite to her.

She had always had the impression that Yuuki-kun was an obedient, shy and good boy. Thinking of this, her heart softened.

She sorted out all the information and stuffed it through the crack of the Asano family's door, with a note attached:

[Wait for me at home at the usual time tomorrow. You should focus on the college entrance examination now, okay? ]

She also drew her own smiling face on the signature.

I hope Yuuki-kun can study hard.

I don't know if it's because he was scared too much by Naraku, but every night he started to have crazy nightmares.

In the dream, there was always a man covered with black runes and wearing a women's kimono to scare him.

"Oh, it's a woman. He

sat high on a throne of skulls, gazing down at her. His face was indistinct, but his red pupils, tinged with whites of the sclera, were remarkably clear.

Fear was like the constriction of her heart.

Naoko lay flat on the ground, her limbs stiff and unable to move. All she could see was him squatting beside her, examining her like a monkey.

His mouth gaped open, ears wide, like a woman's. He reached out, as if ready to examine her like some exotic commodity.

But before he could touch her, he was repelled by an invisible force.

He bounced two meters like a ball, then instantly returned, floating beside her like a ghost.

"Four Souls Jade? Interesting, who gave you this?" "

Asshole!" She had no way of answering.

Her body felt heavy as if filled with lead, her mouth unable to open. The only thing she could clearly feel was fear.

The man before her was the complete, murderous "Cursed King."

She tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see his appearance clearly, but his face always seemed to be covered with a layer of blurred light. Apart from the runes on his face, nothing could be seen clearly. She

only knew that he was tall and strong.

Naoko woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Naraku's impatient face.

He pinched her cheek: "You are really a useless human. You look half-dead with a small fever."

"Naraku? Who asked you to..." She realized that her throat was terribly dry after she said this, "Who asked you to care about me? Ahem."

This was the third day since Naraku disappeared.

His face changed several times, his narrow pupils turned slightly, and he raised his hand to show his wrist that she was holding tightly.

"No one wants to care about you if you don't hold on to me like a life-saving straw."

"Ha, if you want to struggle, you can leave at any time..." Although she felt guilty, she would never give in easily.

"You still have time to argue with me? It seems you're not seriously ill enough."

"Enough...enough..." She collapsed on the bed, pupils dilated, curled up in pain. "I feel very uncomfortable, Naraku."

His long eyelashes trembled, and she guided his hand to her belly. But after only a second, he withdrew his hand, spewing out a cold word:

"The fingers of Sukuna inside you have begun to move. Of course it's uncomfortable. This is all your fault, Kawase Naoko." It

hurt.

Excruciating pain.

Like a thousand ants gnawing at her heart, Naoko felt so painful that she wanted to cut her stomach out.

Her vision completely blurred, she randomly grabbed one of Naraku's hands and placed it on her belly, begging: "Rub it for me, please rub it for me... It hurts so much..."

His brows furrowed, his lips moving slightly, as if he was about to say something harsh. However, his peripheral vision caught her pained expression, and he finally sneered, not knowing to whom:

"Foolish mortals who deserve this are not worthy of pity."

Even as he spoke, a soft purple light emanated from beneath his palm. The gentle warmth eased the pain in her abdomen, and her body, curled up like a shrimp, finally relaxed.

"Can you, can you please get this thing out of my stomach? It hurts so much... Like, maybe go to the hospital for surgery or something—"

She panted softly, mentally calculating the balance on her credit card.

Meeting Naraku was such bad luck; every day she was teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

"If it were useful, the world wouldn't need incompetent sorcerers."

"Huh? A sorcerer? What do they do?

" "Of course, they hunt down fools like you who have been cursed by accidentally consuming cursed items."

Naoko's head spun twice before she finally understood what he meant. She made a pitiful expression, and her voice softened.

"Naraku... Lord Naraku, you must save me."

"Oh? How would that benefit me?" She grinned, a look between mockery and the satisfaction of finally having caught her.

"Please, I'll be your slave forever, Naraku-sama. Please, please."

No way.

She would remember the humiliation she'd suffered today, and sooner or later, she'd return it double.

She didn't want to believe his nonsense, but he generously displayed his so-called "magic" to her.

"There are so many people willing to work for me, I don't need you." Even with the girl's pitiful plea, he remained unmoved, looking determined to see her suffer.

Naoko couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Damn it... What do you want me to do?"

Her tears had often been a performance, but now, with her life on the line, she was much more sincere. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes welled with tears, and even the wet strands of hair at her temples clung to her face.

It was as if every part of her body was trying to express her pity, trying to soften the heart of this stone-hearted, evil man before her.

Maybe it was because he saw how pitiful she was crying, that Naraku's indifferent face finally showed some expression.

His eyes moved around her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the teardrop mole under his eye swayed ambiguously.

His voice was low and gentle: "Well... it's not impossible to be a slave."

"Weren't you still very disdainful just now?" She wiped her tears, and there was a pitiful cry in her voice. She

is so different from moment to moment, men are so troublesome.

Damn it... She shouldn't have been soft-hearted. She picked up a man and brought him home. Not only did she not get any benefits, but now she is about to lose her life.

If she had known this would happen, she might as well stay with Tomie Amamiya.

"Stay at home for the next few days, don't go to school, wait for me to come back." He restrained his smile.

Knowing that he meant to help, Naoko raised her eyes and nodded tearfully: "...Oh, okay. How long will you be gone?"

"Mind your own business."

"Okay then. You have to come back soon... I don't want to die... I still have a lot of things to do..."

Naraku narrowed his eyes, paused for a long moment, and said: "Has anyone ever told you that you are stupid?"

"Who else besides you?" After hastily retorting, she realized that there was also that annoying Tomie Amamiya.

In fact, I have been thinking about him a lot recently. After all, apart from her mother and Amamiya, there will be no one else in the world who will treat her so well unconditionally.

If I had known earlier, I might as well have stayed in the greenhouse built by Amamiya. Naoko couldn't think of any disadvantages of staying with Amamiya for a long time, except for being boring.

She shouldn't have sought death by trying to leave him.

Today's situation, and the Sukuna finger in her belly that had temporarily settled down, were telling her that she had made a completely wrong choice.