Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 182 The Definition of a Good Friend: Feeding, Hugging, and Cheek Kissing

Endless shadows surged out, completely enveloping the infirmary. These long, thin shadows, resembling tentacles, clung to Jiu Zhiche's legs, waist, and shoulders, even attempting to completely envelop his brain.

Her thick, jet-black hair spun around her.

Kyuusei Tetsu helped Goshima Kirie up, his eyes calm and his voice steady: "Kayako."

The shadowy figure suddenly stopped, then receded like a tide, leaving only a small section hanging around Jiu Zhiche's neck.

Kayako seemed to snap out of her daze, "Che..."

The crimson in her eyes vanished without a trace, as if it were Jiu Zhiche's illusion.

"We'll eat later."

Jiuzhi Che glanced at Kayako.

Kirie Goshima took two steps back, embarrassed, her face slightly flushed: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

Jiuzhi Che shook his head. "I'll cut it off for you."

He opened the drawer, took out a pair of scissors, and as soon as he touched Kirie Goshima's hair, the hair seemed to have a mind of its own, tightly wrapping around the scissors, making it difficult to cut.

Its toughness and hardness far exceed those of ordinary hair.

Kirie Goshima said dejectedly, "I've tried it at home too. Whenever I want to cut my hair, my hair snatches the scissors away. It's the same when someone else comes to help."

With a flash of sword light, Goshima Kirie closed her eyes briefly, and Kyuusei Tetsuya already held a long sword as white as jade in his hand.

Where, where did it come from?

This time, he successfully cut off the hair with the sword.

Actually, they could try cutting off her hair like in the original story, which might lift the curse. However, reality is not always the same as the original story, so Jiuzhiche should do his research first.

Before Goshima Kirie left, Kujiro Tetsu glanced at her hair one last time.

The "Spiritual Perception" template can sense many non-human things. When that lock of hair was cut off, Kirie's hair seemed to be saying "pain".

Always remember one thing: in the strange world, there are no illusions.

"Kayako, what are you doing?"

Jiuzhi Che wanted to use the Soul-Trapping Orb to release the previous vortex worms, but then he saw Kayako take the scissors from the table and was about to cut her hair.

Kayako seemed a little lost, but her eyes were unusually firm. "If Che wants hair, I can give it to you."

Jiuzhi Che snatched the scissors, both amused and exasperated: "She's under a curse. I was using the hair for research. Never mind, let's eat first."

Kayako then gave up, but her gaze kept sweeping over the woman's hair, her eyes heavy.

During the meal, Jiu Zhiche chatted with her about everyday things, such as whether she felt unwell anywhere, what she did at home, and so on.

In normal interactions, one wouldn't specifically ask so many trivial questions.

But Kyushu knew perfectly well that Kayako liked him doing this.

So he asked.

This is a good opportunity to find out if Kayako has any unusual behavior.

Her eyes turning red was definitely not a coincidence.

Is it going to happen that Kayako from Ju-on is about to lose control? Or will there be any other changes?

Kayako recounted in detail what she had done.

"treadmill?"

"Yeah, I want to train more so that I can run faster when I encounter strange things."

Kayako came up with a reason that sounded quite reasonable at first glance.

Jiuzhi Che nodded. The idea was good, but a little naive. Strange phenomena often don't consider human physical strength.

However, this is commendable.

"Great!"

Jiuzhi Che gave her a thumbs up, "Kayako, life is getting better and better!"

"Yes," Kayako agreed wholeheartedly, a shy smile appearing on her face. "It's just that sometimes I want to get closer to my best friends."

"For example?" Jiuzhiche asked with a smile, not wanting to expose the other party.

"For example...feeding your best friend, hugging your best friend...and cheek kissing..."

Kayako's face grew redder and redder as she spoke, but her eyes remained fixed on Jiuzhi Che.

Seeing that Jiuzhi Che didn't speak, Kayako explained somewhat flusteredly, "The cheek kiss is a social etiquette in some more open countries, and I... I feel it's fine..."

"Hmm."

Jiuzhi Che gave an ambiguous hum, and Kayako nervously tried to twist her fingers.

It was a bit risky.

But it's worth taking a small gamble.

Betting... Che's affection for her.

While her heart was still pounding with anxiety, Kayako turned her gaze and found herself pulled into Jiuzhiche's arms.

His soft chuckle seemed to tickle the depths of one's heart. "Ah - open your mouth."

Kayako swallowed hard. Beneath her, she was enveloped by the warmth of her beloved's body. Suppressing her overwhelming excitement, she opened her mouth.

A mouthful of rice was fed in.

So that's how it feels...

Che treated him like a child...

I like it...

The dark shadow around his neck tightened its grip, but Jiu Zhiche didn't pay much attention; it wouldn't strangle him.

"I've finished eating."

As soon as Jiuzhi Che finished speaking, Kayako felt the person holding her tighten their arms and completely embrace her, with him behind her and her back to him.

Warm breath sprayed onto Kayako's earlobe, stirring a subtle tingling sensation, and an electric-like feeling spread along her limbs.

"Are you satisfied, my friend?"

Kayako responded with a string of small, unintelligible syllables.

It sounded like a muffled groan that couldn't be suppressed, spreading out softly and inexplicably alluring.

Kayako's eyes started to wander again.

What should I do? Will Che find out about her...?

She's so useless...

Unbeknownst to them, the shadowy figure emerged again, gently touching Jiu Zhiche's face with a hint of affection.

Jiuzhi Che held onto Kayako's waist, gently turned her to face him, and then performed a "cheek kiss".

The warm touch spread from her skin, and Kayako couldn't help but recall what they had done together in her dream. So she turned her face completely away, trying to express her feelings properly.

For example, start with the lips.

Just a little bit more, almost there.

Just as Kayako was about to touch Kyuji Che's lips, Kyuji Che suddenly released her. "I'm a good friend, right?"

"..."

"Mmm...very good, very good."

Kayako's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water, her vision was somewhat unfocused, and she was filled with immense disappointment.

It was just a little bit short.

A large hand landed on Kayako's head, and Jiuzhi Che ruffled her hair. "Class is about to start, go ahead."

Kayako went out, but she walked with a slight shuffle, as if she had some difficulty walking.

Jiuzhiche leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

Of course, he did it on purpose.

It's not that he dislikes Kayako, but Kayako seems to be on the verge of losing control, and he needs to check the situation.

If Ju-on Kayako were to merge with him as he wished, that would be ideal. He could then close the net and completely captivate Kayako. Even if she were possessive, he was confident that she wouldn't harm Tomie and the others.

But if it weren't for...

Jiuzhiche lightly pinched the dark shadow on his neck with his fingertips, feeling as if he were touching a cat.

Then, with a little force, the dark shadow vanished like smoke.

If not, then it's simply out of control.

If things get completely out of control, no one knows what the consequences will be.

However, he will not let that happen.

Jiuzhiche stopped thinking about it and looked down.

Okay, there are more important things to do.

Even now, he hasn't been without sacrifices.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the coffee table were three sections of hair curled into a swirl.

Both were complete strands of hair, while one only had a single lock.

These are all strands of hair from people cursed with a whorl of hair. One strand belongs to Kirie Goshima, and the other two belong to a man and a woman.

Jiuzhi Che stared intently at his hair, his keen senses allowing him to perceive and resonate with more information.

Now all three sections of hair are "speaking".