「Aah...」
Suddenly, a soul-stirring moan rang out in the corridor.
It was Tomie, who should have been dead!
The pale, white corpse twitched. The tiny wounds where the nerve bundles had pierced her skin healed rapidly; one by one, the small red dots vanished in the blink of an eye, and her skin returned to a flawless, porcelain white.
"It hurts like hell... What is wrong with those ugly freaks?"
In the next moment, Tomie's dilated pupils refocused. She slowly sat up, furrowing her brows as she muttered a complaint.
Amamiya Rin silently turned around, moving his crutch as he headed toward his own [Hospital Ward].
He had remained still before, but the moment he moved, he attracted Tomie's attention. Tomie flashed a beautiful, radiant smile and called out to Amamiya Rin, "Hey, handsome guy over there. What's your name?"
"I..."
Amamiya Rin's footsteps faltered.
It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but his body reacted instinctively to that voice. An inexplicable magic hooked onto his soul, compelling him to answer subconsciously.
"There is no need to tell you my name."
However, years of tempering allowed him to withstand Tomie's charm.
Even though he had 'died' once just moments ago, Amamiya Rin's willpower was not something Tomie could capture so easily.
Tomie's eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't imagine being rejected.
Her face sank, revealing an unhappy expression.
However, faced with a handsome man, Tomie still possessed a bit of patience.
"Don't you think it's rude to speak with your back to someone? Turn around and look at me properly."
Tomie spoke softly, her voice so tender and enchanting that it could soften even a heart of iron and stone.
Amamiya Rin gripped his crutch tightly, took a deep breath, and straightened his back until it was rigid.
"It's so cold... Those ugly monsters ruined my bath towel. Can you come and hug me?"
Tomie's voice became increasingly seductive. Her words induced infinite reveries; her graceful, curvaceous figure surfaced in Amamiya Rin's mind. The image of Tomie, completely stark naked from just a moment ago, had unknowingly branded itself deep within his brain.
With Tomie's temptation, that pale body seemed to pose and preen within Amamiya Rin's memory, radiating boundless charm.
Amamiya Rin realized that if this continued, the images of [Saeko Busujima] and [Shizuka Marikawa] in his memories would also be replaced by Tomie. A similar situation had appeared in the manga; Tomie's magic could even alter a person's memory.
(Kill her!)
Mitsuo Yukiko's lingering killing intent mixed with Amamiya Rin's own desire for slaughter. In this moment, it was like pouring oil on a fire—it burned ferociously.
"So noisy! You damn woman!"
He whirled around, glaring at Tomie. His eyes were covered in bloodshot veins as he swung his crutch, thrusting it toward Tomie's throat like the fangs of a venomous snake.
Although it was a crutch, this thrust contained twenty years of [Kendo] cultivation. Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! Before Tomie could even react, the tip of the crutch was already in front of her face, the movement so swift it generated the sound of wind.
However, just as the tip was about to touch Tomie's skin, the muscles in Amamiya Rin's arm tensed violently, forcibly stopping the motion.
The end of the crutch trembled slightly, stopping only millimeters from that fair neck.
Tomie blinked. She froze for two seconds, but instead of being afraid, her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered some novel toy.
Completely ignoring the weapon still pointed at her, she let out a giggle. "What's wrong? Can't bear to do it? Or is it that... man, you want to use this method to get my attention?"
Tomie cast a flirtatious glance at Amamiya Rin, the corner of her mouth hooking into a haughty smile.
Sure enough, it was impossible for anyone in this world to refuse her charm.
Amamiya Rin's hand gripped the crutch deathly tight, his knuckles turning white.
He could feel his heart beating wildly. Half of it was the impulse to kill... no, all of it was the impulse to kill. On one hand, Tomie's charm triggered his lust, but on the other, that eerie allure caused his lust and killing intent to blend together, evolving into an urge to dismember Tomie's body.
Amamiya Rin's reason was screaming, warning him to stay away from this monster, but his body's instincts were defying his will, urging him to kill the woman before him.
"I hate shameless women. Stay away from me, or else..."
Amamiya Rin used every ounce of his strength to pull back the crutch and suppress the killing intent in his heart.
(What the hell are you lot doing? Weren't you aggressive enough to kill someone just now? Now that she's alive again, what do you mean by hiding inside your rooms?)
Amamiya Rin roared in his consciousness, but what came back from the other end of the [Khala Network] was only shock and uncertainty.
(We already destroyed her central nervous system and peripheral nervous system; she was thoroughly dead...)
Not only had she come back from the dead, but Tomie could also induce killing intent in Amamiya Rin. She was perhaps even more bizarre than they were. Having already killed Tomie once and vented the anger in their hearts, [Mitsuo Yukiko] and the others were unwilling to easily put themselves in danger again.
(Damn it! A bunch of cowards!)
Amamiya Rin was so angry he almost cursed aloud, but he could only grit his teeth firmly.
Tomie, completely unaware of this silent exchange, pressed her hands against her chest. Her sleek, snow-white skin dazzled under the lights.
"How can you say that about me? I'm not a shameless woman. I'm not wearing clothes because those ugly monsters ruined my bath towel."
Amamiya Rin's gaze fell uncontrollably upon Tomie's exposed skin. She shivered slightly on purpose, and Amamiya Rin's pupils wavered in sync with her movements.
That eerie charm, mixed with teasing, surged forth again like a tide. Amamiya Rin felt sweat seeping from his palms as he gripped the crutch. His heart accelerated uncontrollably; primal human desires intertwined, nearly collapsing his reason.
Amamiya Rin bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The taste of metallic, sweet blood spread through his mouth, and the sharp, stinging pain cleared his mind.
He abruptly took a step back, widening the distance. He slammed the crutch heavily onto the ground, creating a dull thud that drowned out Tomie's voice.
"The bath towel just has a few small holes; it's not ruined. Pick it up and put it on."
Amamiya Rin squeezed the voice through the gaps in his teeth, struggling to look away.
"But it's dirty, and it's torn. In such a cold night, it can't be used to keep warm anymore."
Tomie pouted, kicking the unraveled bath towel on the floor with her toes in a coquettish manner. As she spoke, she walked closer to Amamiya Rin. Her bare feet stepped on the cold floor tiles, making soft sounds, and the air seemed to fill with a sweet, cloying, and dangerous scent.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang out abruptly from the end of the corridor, approaching from a distance.
Amamiya Rin's attention was distracted for a split second, and he subconsciously glanced toward the source of the sound.
In that flash of a second, Tomie threw herself forward, hugging Amamiya Rin's body.
Ice-cold, smooth skin instantly pressed against Amamiya Rin's arm and chest, carrying a sweet body fragrance. Amamiya Rin's entire body went stiff, his muscles tensing involuntarily.
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