Chapter 109: The Despicable Pervert

The smoke and sand dispersed.

Fuuka’s corpse-puppet was a gruesome sight, its bones shattered and protruding through its skin, black blood soaking the desert floor. Half of its head had been blown away, and a single eyeball hung limply in the socket—a truly miserable state. Yet, seemingly devoid of pain, it stubbornly crawled toward Baimu with its remaining arm. Such indomitable spirit would have moved a robot to tears and brought a skeleton soldier to its knees.

"Hahahaha! And so what? My Fuuka is immortal! Corpse-Puppet Reincarnation!" Fuka laughed maniacally. Soil surged from beneath the sand, wrapping tightly around the puppet’s body and rapidly repairing its mangled remains.

"Aren't undead creatures meant to be killed? Brother Fuuka, allow me to help you enter the cycle of reincarnation! Soul Trial!" Baimu’s left hand transformed into an octopus tentacle. With a lash, he struck the puppet’s skull, the tip of the tentacle burrowing into the shattered cranium. He churned it violently, and when he pulled it back, he had dragged out a translucent, ghostly blue soul.

The soul was the exact, handsome image of Kazekawa Fuuka, currently looking at his own body in surprise. As for the puppet’s physical form, deprived of its soul, it immediately collapsed into a pile of wet, viscous gore.

"Finally... finally free from that madwoman’s imprisonment... Thank you, thank you so much..." The soul of Fuuka bowed repeatedly to Baimu, like a prisoner liberated from torture, as his body slowly began to fade into transparency.

"No, no, no, no! Fuuka, don't leave me! Love, love, love, my love! We promised to be together forever!" Fuka shrieked like a maniac, lunging toward the soul.

"I curse you, Fuka..."

As Fuka embraced the soul, it instantly shattered into tiny, shimmering specks of light, like fireflies in a summer field—so beautiful, yet so tragic. Even at the cost of his soul being scattered to the winds, Fuuka refused to be captured by Fuka ever again; the depth of the torture he had endured was clear.

"No, no, no..." Fuka frantically reached out to grasp the light, but it was all in vain. The last fragment of the soul extinguished in her palms.

"Waaaaah... Fuuka..."

Fuka collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands. Her harrowing wails echoed through the valley, reaching from the highest heavens to the depths of the abyss. Baimu had never seen a girl cry so heartbrokenly; for a moment, he actually felt the urge to pull her into his arms and comfort her.

But after a dozen seconds, the sobbing stopped as abruptly as a switched-off radio.

"Forget it. Dead is dead. Besides, there’s someone who loves me even more." Fuka stood up. The tear tracks remained on her face, but her sorrow had been replaced by a crazed, lustful obsession. She licked her lips, swaying her hips as she walked toward Baimu.

"Damn it, you crazy woman, you total pervert..." Baimu’s scalp tingled. He had always thought himself a bit of a deviant, but faced with a true master, he realized he was merely an amateur.

"Become my lover, or I’ll turn you into one," Fuka said with a seductive smile.

"Tch, like you could actually beat me." Baimu checked his chakra levels with some unease. Only one-fifth remained; defying the will of the Ancient God in this desert to forcefully summon its tentacles had been far too taxing.

"Oh? Can you see through the mystery of my immortal female body?" Fuka smiled at him.

"I’ve seen plenty of 'immortal' people: Kakuzu’s five hearts, Sasori’s core of flesh and blood, Hashirama’s super-regeneration, Orochimaru’s soul parasitism, Hidan’s evil faith..."

"Every one of them has a weakness. Let me guess which one you are... A body made of earth that regenerates no matter how many times it’s destroyed? How about I bake you dry with Fire Style?" Baimu stroked his chin.

"You can try. Let me feel your passion," Fuka licked her lips. She was proficient in all nature transformations and feared nothing more than a contest of ninjutsu.

"No need to try. I don't use Fire Style." Baimu continued his conjecture: "A body made of earth, but there must be a core housing your true soul, just like Sasori... Let me guess what it is..."

Baimu’s eyes scanned Fuka’s body with malicious intent. Her smile froze; she truly had used soul parasitism to reshape her body, and her immortality was nothing but a facade.

"I guess..." Baimu’s gaze landed on a specific part of her: "Your soul is parasitized in... your safety pants! The safety pants are your true form!"

Fuka was stunned, her mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"I guessed right, didn't I? I’ve been paying close attention to them from the very start. So that really is the real you!" Baimu sneered.

"Hehehehe~ Hahahaha! If that’s your guess, little brother, why don't you come over and take them off yourself~?" Fuka’s wanton laughter was enough to stir waves in the desert.

"Pah! You think I wouldn't dare? I’ve already grasped your two weaknesses; do you still want to resist?" Baimu smirked confidently.

Fuka talked incessantly about love, but in reality, she was a person starved of affection. Even though she had bound Fuuka’s soul to her side, all that "love" was merely her own fantasy. What truly made her feel affection was Baimu’s charm-infused kiss, which was the very reason she refused to let him go.

So... if you want to play, I’ll play even harder!

"Come here~ Big sister, feel my passionate kiss..." Baimu opened his arms and blew a small, pink heart.

Fuka had already been hit by this move twice. Even an idiot would know it was a genjutsu designed to confuse and infatuate. But Fuka couldn't help herself. A woman starved of love, having felt such intense affection for the first time, was drawn to it even knowing it was a trap.

"Ah~~~ Little brother, big sister is coming!" Fuka rushed toward Baimu, her face flushed with desire.

"Breathtaking!!!"

"Aaaaah... Hah! Face-Crusher Embrace!"

This wasn't a technique Baimu had invented, but a legitimate move from Sett. Meeting the rushing Fuka head-on, he slammed a fist into her abdomen, sending her flying into the air. He caught her, threw her over his shoulder, and smashed her against the jagged rock wall with such force that she became embedded in it, creating a spiderweb of cracks as debris rained down.

"How was that passionate embrace, little brother?" Baimu grinned.

[Fuuka’s Affinity +10]

"???" Baimu was flooded with confusion.

Clatter...

Fuka pulled herself out of the rock wall. She didn't even wait to repair her injuries before hungering for another intimate embrace.

"Love me again, love me again, love me again..." Her eyes were knocked out of their sockets, and her limbs were twisted and deformed, yet she fell to the ground with a crazed smile, hair disheveled, crawling toward Baimu with both hands and feet.

She looked exactly like Sadako!

"Aaaaaah! Crazy woman! Pervert! Get away!"

"Don't come over here!!!"

[Tentacle Slam!!!]

Baimu’s hands transformed into octopus tentacles, whipping toward Fuka again and again.

"Mmm-ah~~~"

[Fuuka’s Affinity +10]

"Mmm-ah~~~ Don't stop~~~"

[Fuuka’s Affinity +10]

"Mmm-ah~~~ Harder~~~"

[Fuuka’s Affinity +10]

"Mmm-ah~~~ Keep loving me, little brother~"

[Fuuka’s Affinity +10]

...

Baimu was nearing a mental breakdown. Why was this crazy woman getting more excited the more he hit her? Her affinity was skyrocketing! *I’m going to rip that soul-parasite core off and tear it to shreds, let’s see how long you can keep having your 'climax'!*

[Sett thinks you're doing great and grants you a new skill.]

[Face-Crusher: Grabs the heads of two enemies and slams them together, dealing massive damage and causing a concussion. If there is only one enemy, you can slam them into your knee.]