Holy Hell! The Haunted House is Teeming with Tomie!
"It hurts..."
A moan capable of rousing a man's desire suddenly rang out in the bedroom.
This sound was like a steel needle piercing into Kayako's scalp.
Kayako shuddered all over.
Since becoming a vengeful spirit, this was the first time Kayako had felt fear.
An inexplicable terror emerged from Kayako's heart, only to be swallowed by overflowing resentment.
Kayako jerked her head around to look at the blood-soaked double bed.
On the bed, shredded corpses and exposed internal organs were squirming just like living creatures.
Split muscles bulged and gathered unnaturally, as if a sculptor were using Tomie's flesh and blood to carve; the contours of facial features were emerging little by little from the blurred gore.
Eyes, noses, mouths... Flaps of face skin belonging to Tomie grew with difficulty from the torn abdominal cavities, connecting to ruptured blood vessels and muscle fibers like reliefs surfacing from blocks of meat.
"Being tortured to death by a woman, this is a first."
"In the past, it was always handsome guys doing the killing. Being killed by this kind of ugly woman is actually quite a novel experience."
In the pool of blood, the surfaces of those scattered chunks of meat swelled with viscous bubbles. After the bubbles burst, granulation tissue squirmed like white maggots, forming smooth layers of skin.
Then, the skin layers began to shape themselves, outlining eye sockets, nose bridges, and lips... Faces of Kawakami Tomie grew out from the corpse pieces one after another.
Those faces varied in size. Some were only as big as a palm, embedded in torn muscle fibers; others emerged from a mass of blurred internal organs, carrying a slimy sheen. Their mouths opened and closed, emitting infuriating mockery.
"Wanting to kill us? What a stupid idea!"
"Great strength, but it's a pity your brain is as useless as your face. Is this a female gorilla?"
"Ohohohoho! The baseness of an ugly woman is always the same. Jealous to the point of wanting to kill us? Although it's stupid, it's also quite normal."
"Hehehehe! So pitiful, I'm about to cry."
...
Countless faces of Tomie stared at Kayako with eyes full of malice, their grinning mouths carrying unconcealed contempt.
Roars of laughter exploded in the bloody room. Those faces of Tomie twisted, making various exaggerated expressions of ridicule.
Layer upon layer of laughter came from every corner of the room, carrying echoes that drilled into Kayako's ears like countless red-hot steel needles.
Kayako's body began to tremble. She covered her ears with both hands, a look of pain appearing on her pale face.
"...Shut... up..."
Broken syllables squeezed out of Kayako's throat. She appeared in front of a Tomie corpse, plunged her hands into the still-squirming chest cavity, sank her fingernails into the warm, soft, sticky flesh, grabbed a slippery spine, and pulled outward with force!
Splurt—
Accompanied by the sound of muscles and tendons being forcibly torn, a section of spinal bone covered in minced meat and dark red blood was forcefully dragged out of Tomie's chest cavity by her. That beautiful head was still connected to the top of the spine, while mushy flesh and internal organs sloughed off, paving the bed like a carpet.
Kayako raised that scepter made of a spine and a human head and smashed it ruthlessly onto another squirming corpse nearby.
Bang!
A dull impact sound rang out. The chest of that corpse instantly caved in. Several eyeballs that had just taken shape were squeezed out of the ruptured skin and flesh, rolling onto the floor like grapes, yet they continued to spin around, looking in Kayako's direction.
"Tasteless ugly woman, you can use a bit more force."
The human head on the bone staff grinned with a bloody mouth, emitting a tease full of malice.
"If you think impotent rage has meaning, feel free to do it!"
"Hahahahahaha!!! Come on! Come on!"
"Incompetent ugly freak, go ahead and vent your dark, ugly desires!"
...
The mockery of the Tomies echoed from all directions like demonic sounds filling the ears.
"...Shut... up... Shut up...!"
Kayako's thought patterns gradually collapsed. Indescribable anger and hatred burned her sanity, and her already twisted thinking thoroughly lost the ability to reason.
Her full head of black hair danced wildly without wind. Her out-of-tune shrieks were full of madness and killing intent. Her figure flashed crazily in every corner of the room, sending flesh and blood flying wherever she went.
She twisted off necks that had just coagulated, stomped on heads that had just taken shape, and tore out soft organs to throw against the walls.
However, every act of destruction was accompanied by the birth of even more Tomies. Even a piece of minced meat the size of a fingernail could grow a tiny eye that stared mockingly at Kayako.
In a short time, everywhere the eye could see was filled with Tomie's faces. The entire room had turned into a living hive composed of Kawakami Tomie. Kayako's mad yet bewildered shrieks and the Tomies' ridicule sounded like a grand chorus from hell.
"...Kayako is probably going to be driven crazy by Kawakami Tomie."
In a bookstore in the city area, Amamiya Rin, who was dominating Kawakami Tomie's body, held a manga magazine but had no mind to continue reading. A trace of horror and lingering fear flashed through his eyes.
Although part of the reason was that Kayako didn't have much rationality to begin with, the combination of Kawakami Tomie's mental pollution and her undying body could only be described with one word—terror.
If he hadn't grasped Kawakami Tomie's weakness and differentiated the Tomies, unless he truly attained the status of an Arhat, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape a mad ending either, right?
Amamiya Rin raised a finger and gently rubbed the space between his eyebrows, letting the thought disappear from his mind and covering it with a frivolous thought.
"I can be considered to have solved the Curse/Ju-on, right? Although I don't know how long Kawakami Tomie can trap Kayako, Kayako shouldn't be able to continue harming people for a short while. Can I apply for some bonus money from Indou Ranko?"
Amamiya Rin teased himself.
Speaking of which, he really was short of money.
He couldn't get the compensation payment in one go, and the compensation for mental damages was forever unobtainable because Hashimoto and the others had turned into Tomies. The Tomies basically had no assets; their current wallets all came from the offerings of other men before he established the rules.
Using Tomie's looks to make money? Although it was a simple method, it always felt a bit awkward.
However, applying for a bonus from Indou Ranko was also impossible.
After all, he couldn't let Indou Ranko know that he had the ability to interfere with Tomie to this extent. She belonged to a government department after all, with superiors managing her. I'm afraid no one in the political circles of Japan would be happy to see someone who could conversely dominate Kawakami Tomie to do things.
Amamiya Rin shook his head slightly, put the manga magazine in his hand back on the shelf, and turned to walk out of the bookstore.
He had already confirmed that the manga artist J had drawn a chapter about pressure training. It was time to make a trip to the publishing house.
Walking out of the bookstore, just as he stepped down the stairs, a figure walked head-on and bumped right into Kawakami Tomie's body.
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