"Someone is coming, you know. You wouldn't want other men to see me like this, would you? Hmm?"
Tomie practically kneaded her entire body into Amamiya Rin's, her lips pressing close to his ear as she exhaled a moist, hot breath. Her voice carried a seductive, bewitching allure.
That final "Hmm" rose in pitch at the end, like a small hook snagging his soul.
"——!"
Amamiya Rin's brain buzzed violently.
Images of Tomie's fair, tender flesh and the possibility of her being seen by others flashed alternately through his mind. A strong possessiveness surged abruptly, transforming into a raging fire that burned away his reason.
By the time Amamiya Rin came back to his senses, he had already returned to his [Hospital Ward]. His body was lying on the bed, and before his eyes was the stark white ceiling.
The door was gently pushed open, and a night-shift [Nurse] poked her head in. Her gaze swept around the room, and seeing that Amamiya Rin was still open-eyed, she asked with concern, "Mr. [Amamiya], haven't you rested yet?"
Amamiya Rin tried his best to speak with a natural expression. "Yeah, I've been having nightmares these past few days, so I can't sleep very well."
The nurse on duty seemed to sense something unusual and gave Amamiya Rin a second look. However, the light in the [Hospital Ward] was dim; she could only see a lump bulging in the middle of the quilt, moving ever so slightly.
The [Nurse] blinked, not paying it much mind. It was quite normal for patients to have strange sleeping postures.
"Do you need some sleeping pills?" the [Nurse] asked kindly.
"No, no need! Thank you, I'll fall asleep soon," Amamiya Rin replied hurriedly.
"Alright then, rest early. Ring the bell if you need anything."
The [Nurse] nodded and closed the door, her footsteps gradually fading away.
The [Hospital Ward] fell into silence once more, leaving only the sound of Amamiya Rin's somewhat heavy breathing.
In the next moment, Amamiya Rin threw back the quilt, revealing Tomie underneath.
Or rather, Tomie's corpse.
The glamorously beautiful female corpse lay on her side next to Amamiya Rin. Her neck was twisted to one side at an unnatural angle, and there was a distinct depression in her throat—the fatal wound left by Amamiya Rin's thrust with the crutch.
Those eyes, which had once hooked souls and stolen spirits, were now staring blankly. They retained a look of astonishment, yet the corners of her mouth seemed to hang with a faint, ghostly smile.
"Shit! I actually fucking did it!"
Looking at [Tomie]'s corpse, cold sweat broke out on Amamiya Rin's back, soaking his patient gown in moments.
Everything that had just happened replayed in his brain like a flash of lightning.
Tomie throwing herself onto him, that bewitching voice... it had detonated his overflowing desire for slaughter.
(Kill her!)
(She is mine!)
(Don't let others see her!)
(Hide her!)
(Dismember her, chop her up, carry her with me!)
Intense possessiveness and killing intent had crushed Amamiya Rin's willpower. It was almost a physical instinct; before Amamiya Rin could even react, he had forcefully pushed [Tomie] away. The crutch in his hand struck like a venomous dragon leaving its cave, accurately piercing [Tomie]'s throat.
This time, Amamiya Rin didn't have time to stop his hand, not until the excited thoughts of [Mitsuo Yukiko] and the others barged into his brain along the [Khala Network].
They were like an audience watching a spectacular play, cheering for his "heroic deed," which also shocked Amamiya Rin into sudden sobriety.
But he had sobered up too late.
[Tomie] had already died in front of him, that gorgeous corpse falling toward him.
Amamiya Rin had subconsciously caught [Tomie]. Hearing the approaching footsteps, in his desperation, he exploded with all his strength to drag [Tomie] into his [Hospital Ward] and hide her inside his bedding.
(Well done! You did great!)
(Amamiya Rin, to be able to kill such a beauty, I approve of you!)
(Hee hee hee! Amamiya Rin, you're finished!)
(We'll visit you in prison.)
The voices of [Mitsuo Yukiko] and the others echoed in the [Khala Network]. Their words of praise didn't last two sentences before exposing their true feelings—unconcealed schadenfreude and anticipation.
(Shut up! You stinking bitches!)
Amamiya Rin's face was iron-blue. He wasn't worried about going to prison because he knew very well that [Tomie] could not die.
After being buffed time and again by [Junji Ito], [Tomie] was harder to kill than Majin Buu.
He was just annoyed that these cowardly, classless women wouldn't stop noisy clamoring, and even more annoyed that his own willpower hadn't withstood [Tomie]'s magic.
(You like watching me kill, is that it? I'll satisfy you! KILL!)
Bloodshot veins spread across Amamiya Rin's eyeballs. The killing consciousness of twenty-one years was fully unsealed, constructing a sharp blade within his mind.
He imagined the weight, size, and feel of the sword, imagined the posture of holding it, and then—SLASH!
(Kara Take! Kesa Giri! Gyaku Kesa!)
The blade of intent traced a path from the right shoulder to the left waist, then from the left abdomen to the right shoulder, carving a massive 'X'.
"Urgh, aaah—!"
Scattered across different [Hospital Ward]s, twenty-five women simultaneously arched their bodies, their bulging eyes staring to the extreme.
The pain of tearing lung lobes, shattering hearts, severing intestines, and being disemboweled was horrifyingly real.
Even though it was clearly an illusion, this phantom pain was realistic enough to make the subconscious believe that a human being disemboweled must surely feel exactly like this.
The women began to dry-heave violently. They curled up on the ground, twitching, as tears, snot, and saliva surged out uncontrollably.
Amamiya Rin himself also let out a muffled groan. His face turned pale, and veins popped out on his forehead, but he clamped his teeth together tightly, forcefully enduring this shared agony.
(Stop! Are you crazy?)
(You lunatic! Don't drag us down with you if you want to die!)
(Don't do it again! Stop it! I beg you!)
Wailing, scolding, and pleading filled the [Khala Network] alongside Amamiya Rin's manic slashes, the network flooding with struggling thoughts.
Yet Amamiya Rin did not hesitate in the slightest. He converted the pain into a denser hostility, a savage, wild laugh emerging on his distorted face.
Kara Take, Kesa Giri, Gyaku Kesa... Amamiya Rin unreservedly poured out the killing techniques honed over twenty-one years through his intent.
The phantom pain of death washed over the senses of the twenty-six people again and again. It hurt so much that [Mitsuo Yukiko] and [Hashimoto Ayaka] convulsed all over, rolling from their beds to the floor. Their eyes went askew and their mouths twisted, their gazes beginning to lose focus. The shadow of death obscured their consciousness, trapping their souls in a lightless abyss.
(Does it hurt? Does it feel good?)
Amamiya Rin's voice roared within the consciousness, shattering the dark world.
(Again? Or another ten times? I'll play with you to the end! Let's see if you suffer a mental breakdown first, or if I collapse first!)
On the other end of the [Khala Network], anchored by Amamiya Rin's consciousness, the women who were waking up one by one could no longer speak—they didn't even dare to generate a thought of opposition.
No one had expected Amamiya Rin to suddenly go this crazy. Everyone's brains had been connected for nearly two weeks; they all knew what kind of person Amamiya Rin was. He should have been a rational person. Even if he could be ruthless at critical moments, he wouldn't let his emotions spiral out of control like this.
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