Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 126 Prestige, Tomie Gets a Fierce Punch

The eyes hidden in the shadows quietly withdrew their gaze.

She turned around, a sudden surge of resentment mixed with longing washing over her.

This made her pause for a moment.

A moment later, the surging desire was forcibly suppressed, and she turned her body completely, preparing to leave.

People can't always teach each other, but real-life experiences teach people lessons learned through blood and tears.

She has learned to control her desires, though she hasn't done it well enough.

Suddenly, she stopped again.

There stood a person in front of her, someone she had longed for day and night.

Jiuzhi Che concealed the emotions in his eyes and stretched out his hands towards her.

"Long time no see, aren't you going to give me a hug?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a lightning-fast slap came flying, but it missed its mark.

"You're filthy, stay away from me!"

The first generation of Tomie spoke coldly, her tightly pursed lips proving that she was not calm.

Does she have memories?

Jiuzhiche immediately thought of this.

wrong.

If so, the reaction should be even more intense.

It was either a test, or he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had been with Tomie One-Punch for so long.

Jiu Zhiche didn't mention the hug again, but instead looked at her and said, "I thought you were dead."

"So you can be with that imposter without feeling guilty?" Tomie's face was full of sarcasm, her eyes sweeping over him. "Kujichi Che, you scumbag, you'd be better off hanging on the wall!"

Jiu Zhiche knew, of course, that she wasn't angry; rather, she felt a vague and inexplicable sense of grievance.

He recognized her immediately as the Tomie he knew.

The earliest one, the first generation Fu Jiang.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have pretended to go back to his apartment, but actually came out specifically to see who it was.

He recognized that gaze.

In fact, his belief has always been that all Tomie are the same person. They have the same appearance, the same personality, and the same memories. If he were to care about the life or death of each Tomie, wouldn't that cause an uproar?

He simply couldn't manage it all, so he could only use his "beauty" to keep Tomie and her gang from starting a large-scale brawl and massacre, otherwise the situation would become even more uncontrollable.

"Then, hang it yourself."

Jiuzhiche, unusually, did not refute her, but went along with her.

"Bang."

Tomie shoved him against the wall, pulled his collar down, and kissed him precisely with domineering force.

Jiuzhi Che lowered his head to make it easier for her to operate.

Everyone says that Tomie is the embodiment of desire, and in reality, she does have desire, and it's a very deep kind of desire.

So when her hand reached in and pressed against his thin abdominal muscles, her breathing involuntarily quickened.

Something seemed to be brewing in his eyes.

She kept her eyes open the whole time, because she wanted to see the man blush and become intoxicated.

But over time, she noticed that his eyes always curved upwards at the corners, as if he were smiling slightly, and there was a hint of indulgence in his gaze, which seemed to be... encouraging her.

Jiuzhi Che's hand was around Fu Jiang's waist, and he felt that her belly was not as soft as the little girl's belly he used to see. Instead, it had a slightly firm yet soft feel to it, although it was still very nice to touch.

He guessed that Tomie had probably started training as well.

"You must be tired." He released Tomie and looked at her.

There was something in his eyes that Tomie couldn't understand.

tired?

Not really.

It's really annoying and not very enjoyable.

After all, the imposter has taken over the place, and she can't beat him, making her a typical protagonist in a tragic novel.

"If I hang you up, I won't be tired." Although her face was flushed, her words were still as sharp as ever.

"Would you not have come if I hadn't stopped you?"

Jiuzhi Che pretended not to hear.

"Tch." Tomie was disdainful of Kyuichi Che, but her body language betrayed her. They hadn't separated yet and were still pressed together. She poked her finger at Kyuichi Che's heart, and as her excitement subsided, a lazy feeling came over her.

"Don't think you're important; you're just passing by."

She raised her hand and pinched his nose. "You filthy thing! You filthy thing who slept with an imposter!"

"Then you don't want me anymore." Jiu Zhiche lowered his eyes, looking somewhat pitiful at first glance. "Can you bear to part with me?"

"..."

Tomie's fingers curled involuntarily; she really didn't know how to describe her feelings.

Ah Che actually showed weakness?

If it were anyone else, she would only feel annoyed, disgusted, and think they were pathetic and should just go away and die. But seeing Jiu Zhiche like this...

Tomie curled her lips into a standard, cold laugh: "What's there to be reluctant about? Right now, you're just my toy, something I can take when I want and discard when I want..."

"puff--"

Jiu Zhiche chuckled softly, a very quiet sound that seemed to penetrate one's heart.

"Tomie, please forgive me for laughing at your arrogant and irritating attitude. I didn't mean to."

Ignoring Tomie's impending outburst, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping his arm around her neck and nuzzling her cheek against his, his voice slightly deep:

"Come back with me."

Tomie's struggling and disgusted movements suddenly stopped, and she looked up: "Aren't you afraid—"

They were jealous, they went mad, they came to fight, they...

Jiuzhiche suddenly smiled, with a rare youthful spirit: "What's the point of living if you're afraid of this and that? Besides, you'll help me, hmm?"

Tomie scoffed, "Trying to use me as a sucker to draw attention? Dream on!"

She pressed against Jiuzhi Che's chest, supporting herself, and straightened up, her long black hair tossing aside. Her expression was indifferent: "I, Tomie, don't need pity. What? You think I'm pathetic? You feel sorry for me? Jiuzhi Che, don't throw such cheap emotions at me, even if you're feeding them to your dogs!"

With each cold word uttered, Tomie turned away, leaving only a faint profile visible. "What's owed, I'll take back sooner or later."

"Really? You underestimate me that much?"

"Tap, tap."

The footsteps drew closer, until they were just a step away from Tomie.

Tomie didn't move or say anything.

Jiu Zhiche placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. "You say you feel sorry for me, but that's not quite accurate. I've said before that I don't want to see you get hurt."

He stroked Tomie's face. "Because it will make me feel bad, is that okay?"

His hand moved to the back of her neck, gently guiding her forward to his lips. "Because I still crave sex, is that not allowed?"

He gently kissed the beauty mark under his eye, his voice unconsciously becoming hoarse: "Because I miss you...is that not okay?"

Tomie looked up abruptly and met his sincere eyes.

It's rare to see him show such emotions today.

Tomie let out a soft, unintelligible syllable from her nose, until Kyuji Che kissed her all the way down from her beauty mark to the corner of her lips.

She said, "You're so great, you're the best, you arrogant brat!"

"Eek..."

The rest of his words were swallowed.

Touch lightly, pause, then go deeper—

Everything was just right; it wasn't predatory tyranny, but rather a gentle probing.

It’s over.

Only two words flashed through Tomie's mind.

"Enough! Separate you two!!!"

A suppressed voice suddenly broke in.