Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

However, Kurosawa Shizuki did not doubt that Nakamura would be as disobedient to her as Yamauchi was. After all, Nakamura had supported her wholeheartedly in the previous battle. On the other hand, Takasaki Ryo, whom she had recently recruited, might need more training. Kurosawa Shizuki had almost no trust in Takasaki Ryo. If he could not play a greater role, Kurosawa Shizuki was prepared to use him as a large-scale healing potion.

“We all know that turning back into a human is just a fantasy that will never come true for me, so there’s no need to deceive ourselves.” Nakamura shook her head with a bitter smile, and her whole body began to be shrouded in filthy black matter again.

Kurosawa Shizuki felt that Nakamura Yukise clearly still had unresolved issues in her heart. Kurosawa Shizuki didn't know how to help her. After getting Kurosawa Shizuki's consent, Nakamura immediately dissipated into a black mist, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

P.S., I'm so tired. I didn't get home until 10 o'clock, so I rushed to write this chapter.

Section 80, Chapter 80: Asakura Yuki

Nakamura disappeared, leaving only Kurosawa Shizuki standing at the end of the corridor, facing the hanging dark red beaded curtain. Countless strange beads were suspended, some were glass balls, some were obsidian, and most were pale, rough little balls, seemingly made from the bones of some unknown creature. The psychedelic lights inside the bar could be vaguely seen through the beaded curtain.

Kurosawa Shizuki lifted the beaded curtain with her right hand and walked into the Parthia Bar with a slightly uneasy heart.

However, what she saw at first glance was beyond her expectations, making her wonder if she was living in a dream.

A giant, crimson goldfish, with a head as tall as two people, its bulging eyes staring wide-eyed, hovered in mid-air, staring straight at her. It exhaled a string of bubbles, and its calm swimming posture made Kurosawa Shizuki wonder if she had suddenly fallen from land into the sea. However, strange black flames burned on the goldfish's body, giving it a rather surreal feel.

"Huh?!" She exclaimed instinctively, stumbling back a few steps and almost falling to the ground. Just before Kurosawa Shizuki was about to unleash her dark energy to launch a counterattack, the giant goldfish charged straight at her. The moment it touched Kurosawa Shizuki's body, it exploded with a bang, turning into scattered light. No, it wasn't light; Kurosawa Shizuki had never seen "light" that twisted in a snake-like curve before.

An almost intuitive feeling convinced Kurosawa Shizuki that it was not light, but another form of "black matter," as bright as sunlight, yet distorting the air. She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but it felt like touching the morning mist. Watching these threads of light wrap around her wrist, it was warm and without any malice.

"This is my own black matter. People usually call this power 'Yangyan'. It is a power between light and shadow. Therefore, lamps cannot dispel my darkness, and shadows cannot devour my light."

Hearing someone's cheerful and pleasant voice, reminiscent of the crisp laughter in the afternoon sunlight, one might ask: "Just kidding, is this our Saintess Kurosawa? To be startled by a goldfish, isn't that just too adorable?"

Kurosawa Shizuki then noticed that the entire Parthian Bar was filled with goldfish formed from a strange black substance that resembled distorted light, swimming quietly under the bar's dim lighting. Elegant 1980s jazz music played from spinning vinyl records. In front of the slender mahogany bar were rows of small round chairs, and the bar and liquor racks were filled with various bottles of liquor, bartending tools, and bartending ingredients. The interior decoration had deliberate signs of aging everywhere, with stone pillars and walls engraved with reliefs of the Shadowless Kings, and a sculpture of the Roman Emperor Eragabalus standing in the corner, inexplicably making one feel as if they were in an ancient temple where time had almost stopped.

The bar owner and his only customer welcomed Kurosawa Shizuki as she entered the bar with smiling eyes.

The laughter came from a bright young girl dressed in a gorgeous kimono. She looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, as if she were radiating brilliant sunshine. Just being near her made one feel a heartwarming warmth.

Anyone who sees her for the first time will immediately notice her dazzlingly gorgeous kimono, a blend of gold, red, orange, and blue, embroidered with exquisite ukiyo-e prints depicting surging seas, brilliant sunrises, and soaring cranes. As the girl turns her body unintentionally, the kimono stretches and folds, creating the illusion that the ukiyo-e prints are also flowing.

The girl's incredibly smooth long hair was tied into a meticulously styled Hime cut. Her face was undoubtedly that of an upper-class beauty, but there was a boyish air about her. Her smile was clean and full of spirit, and her eyes seemed to always radiate a bright light. However, compared to the almost scorching radiance emanating from Ando Chinatsu, the light in this girl's eyes was warmer, softer, and more abundant.

She turned to look at Kurosawa Shizuki, the hem of her kimono swirling like a flower with her body, her small feet in wooden clogs swinging casually, her toes crystal clear, a red rope tied around her left ankle.

“Miss, I don’t think that was a joke. If the power contained within that goldfish were to truly erupt, it could easily blast this bar to smithereens.” Recalling the goldfish from before, Kurosawa Shizuki still felt a chill run down her spine. She almost thought that she had been exposed and that the Black Sun Cult had set up an ambush in the bar.

"Kurosawa-kun, why are you so serious? It's just for fun. As long as the power of Kagerou is still in my hands, it's as docile as a toy." The girl in the kimono clapped her hands casually, and the black goldfish swimming all over the bar burst open and became swirling bands of Kagerou light. The Kagerou flowed around the girl like clouds in a fairy painting.

"Saintess Kurosawa, welcome to Parthia Bar. Miko and I have been waiting for you for a long time. Did you encounter any problems on your way?" Behind the girl, the bar owner greeted Kurosawa Shizuki in a gentle voice. "The task you assigned me is nearing completion. You will see the results by tomorrow at the latest."

"Mr. Kurosaki, won't you introduce our guest to me?" Kurosawa Shizuki naturally recognized that the owner of this bar could only be Kurosaki Jubei, the intelligence chief of the Black Sun Cult.

"Holy Maiden, I don't need to introduce you. You can probably guess the identity and purpose of our guests today, right?" Kurosaki revealed a playful smile. His facial features were clean and sharp, and he was a rather charismatic middle-aged man. He seemed to have a story to tell and could probably charm many mothers and naive young girls.

The middle-aged bartender, with his composed and elegant movements, wore reflective gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was simply parted in the middle, revealing a clear hairline, and he was dressed in a snow-white shirt, spotless black overalls, and a bright red bow on his chest. He was slowly and meticulously wiping the inside of a wine glass with a silk scarf.

"Uncle Kurosaki, it's really surprising. I only found out yesterday that our cult has such an extraordinary person. She actually became a branch saintess at the age of high school. Compared to those disgusting old things in the cult, she is much more pleasing to the eye..." The girl in the kimono looked Kurosawa Shizuki up and down with great interest. Her gaze made Kurosawa Shizuki very uncomfortable.

"Saintess Kurosawa only demonstrated her talent, which earned her the favor of the Black Sun, last year, and was thus accepted as a saintess. It's normal that you haven't heard of her, Your Highness, after all, her rapid advancement has exceeded everyone's expectations," Kurosaki replied in his magnetic, husky voice. "But geniuses cannot be judged by common sense, Your Highness, are you satisfied?"

A girl radiating scorching heat jumped off the small round stool in front of the bar with a carefree air and walked briskly to Kurosawa Shizuki. She blinked her big eyes curiously. She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Kurosawa Shizuki. She leaned close to Kurosawa Shizuki's face, as if sniffing something. The closer Kurosawa Shizuki got to her, the more he could feel the girl's refreshing and cheerful aura, like the afternoon sun.

Kurosawa Shizuki, however, did not dislike the girl's overly familiar and friendly manner, because she could also feel a very familiar aura emanating from the girl, a warm and comforting feeling, as if she wanted to hold a sun in her arms.

What surprised Kurosawa Shizuki even more was that behind the girl, clumps of radiant black energy that sometimes coalesced and sometimes dissipated actually burrowed into her magically gorgeous kimono, transforming into goldfish that continued to swim leisurely on the illusory sea within the incredibly dreamlike kimono.

【Asakura Yuki, the Princess of the Sun.】 The system could only see such a simple name and title. This was also the second purple character that Kurosawa Shizuki had seen since coming to this world, besides Kurosawa Ai.

Only now did Kurosawa Shizuki finally realize the origin of that close, almost twin-like feeling she felt towards the girl—

She, like himself, was a Sun Apostle who controlled the fourth order of dark matter. However, her dark matter was brighter, warmer, and more radiant than his. She did not seem like a monster born from the shadows, but rather more like a bright afternoon sun.

Is this bright, sun-like blackness the reason she became the Princess of the Sun?

P.S., I really want to play CK3, but even if I bought it, I'd barely have time to play it. My Duke of Thessalonians wants to rebuild Rome, though.

Chapter 81 (Section 81) I'm not here to do that kind of thing!

“Not bad, Kurosaki, very good, I’m very satisfied,” the girl squinted her eyes with great pleasure, her smile was incredibly bright. Kurosawa Shizuki felt that the way she looked at him was like a diner looking at a delicious dish, drooling with desire. “Such a delicious taste, tasting it must be like being in heaven.”

Kurosawa Shizuki almost felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. What the heck was "tasting"? Why did she feel like she had become a dish?

"But what's with this outfit? It's so inappropriate... It looks like it was just pulled off a dead body." The girl paced around Kurosawa Shizuki, deep in thought.

"Um... excuse me, what would you like...?" Kurosawa Shizuki, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the kimono-clad girl's intimate gestures, took a few steps back nervously and asked tentatively. However, before she could finish speaking, the kimono-clad girl pressed a finger to her lips.

"Kurosawa Shizuki, that's your name, right?" Asakura Yuki asked with a smile. "It's a beautiful name. Savoring it over and over again is like seeing a quiet, secluded forest, refreshing and delightful. I will never forget this name."

"Thank you for your compliment..." Kurosawa Shizuki said somewhat embarrassedly. She felt uneasy as she realized that no matter how many steps she took back, Asakura Yuki would take a few steps forward, and soon she would be forced against the wall. Asakura was getting closer and closer to her.

What are you trying to do? I don't accept being pinned against a wall!

“Remember my name, Yuki Asakura,” Yuki Asakura suddenly leaned closer to Shizuki Kurosawa, her smile playful and mocking. Shizuki, however, felt waves of warmth wash over her from Asakura. “From now on…”

"You are my 'bride' now." He whispered this almost into Kurosawa Shizuki's earlobe.

Before Kurosawa Shizuki, whose brain had shut down, could react, Hino Miko poked out her pink tongue from her glistening lips and teasingly licked Kurosawa Shizuki's completely red and tender earlobe.

Kurosawa Shizuki felt a jolt run through her body, and her breathing became incredibly heavy. Despite blushing at Hino Miko's teasing, she did not resist; on the contrary, her body became excited almost instinctively.

"Don't do this... Miss Asakura, this is really not right, is it?" Kurosawa Shizuki's voice was so soft it was barely a whisper.

Yang Zhiyuu did indeed possess a strange aura reminiscent of an aphrodisiac. Just as she approached Asakura, Kurosawa Shizuki could sense the stirring of the dark spirit within Asakura's shadow. The dark spirit within her body was agitated, encouraging Kurosawa Shizuki. Kurosawa Shizuki looked at Asakura Yuki's beautiful face so close to her, and at the mischievous smile on her lips, somewhat bewildered. Kurosawa Shizuki's heart pounded wildly; she actually had a strange urge to respond to Asakura Yuki.

“You’re feeling excited? That’s good, then let’s continue…” Asakura’s murmurs had a captivating rhythm.

Kurosawa Shizuki felt herself becoming increasingly strange, with all sorts of odd impulses surging within her.

He wanted to tear open her gorgeous kimono, to hold her soft body tightly in his arms, to taste her luscious lips, to uncover the secrets hidden beneath her enigmatic smile. Kurosawa Shizuki even wanted more; she wanted to pierce her own darkness into the body of Yang Zhi Miko…

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, this is really not right!" Kurosawa Shizuki felt that only the last thread of her rationality had not snapped. She was not here to do this kind of thing!

If my dark matter were to intertwine with her dark matter, Kurosawa Shizuki, whose brain had completely shut down, was practically steaming from the top of her head. Strange thoughts flooded her mind: Something absolutely, absolutely, absolutely wonderful would happen, right?!

“Don’t suppress it, it’s only natural, what are you afraid of?” Asakura encouraged Kurosawa Shizuki, gently lifting a fine strand of hair from the back of her head and sniffing it. “Come on, release the beast in your shadow, it’s longing for warmth from each other.”

As if in response to her thoughts, without giving any command, the dark matter that had been dormant behind Kurosawa Shizuki began to twist on its own. The strange black substance extended across the floor, spiraling upwards along the ankles of Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki. The viscous black matter was ever-changing, like countless tongues licking her and Asakura's bodies, giving Kurosawa Shizuki a very strange tactile sensation. Her brain was processing too many sensory information at the same time, and it was truly overheating!

A hint of confusion flickered in Asakura Yuki's large, misty eyes. Her breathing grew heavier, and her tongue gently licked down Kurosawa Shizuki's earlobe, moving towards her steaming lips. The tip of her tongue tickled Kurosawa Shizuki's heart, and her body began to tremble. She felt herself becoming weaker and weaker, unable to stand steadily, and then she naturally slumped into Asakura Taka's arms...

Asakura's black essence was also responding to Kurosawa Shizuki's black essence. Those translucent black essences, like sunlight, almost boiled over and entangled Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura together. Like morning mist, the black essences seeped into Kurosawa Shizuki's collar, cuffs and trouser legs, giving Kurosawa Shizuki a strange feeling like the tide.

It truly felt as if countless soft hands were simultaneously caressing each other. The dark matter of light and the dark matter of shadow intertwined and swirled, sometimes overflowing like mist and milk, sometimes condensing into liquid and entangled endlessly, just like they were dancing an elegant duet.

“Kurosawa, that’s right, that’s it. Come and hug me. You are Yin, I am Yang, we should become one.” Asakura’s voice grew more and more urgent.

Beneath Asakura's kimono, her beautifully shaped thighs bent slightly forward, pressing against Kurosawa Shizuki's legs. Almost losing her senses, Kurosawa Shizuki instinctively responded to Asakura, pulling her tightly into her arms and embracing her slender waist...

Kurosawa Shizuki felt she was almost drowning in Asakura Yuki's deep eyes. This girl possessed a kind of bewitching charm that could corrupt people. Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't understand why things had suddenly turned out this way when they had only just met and exchanged a few words. But the fire had already been lit, and Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't suppress it at all. Asakura seemed completely unconcerned about adding more fuel to the fire.

It seems that Shizuki Kurosawa is about to open the door to a new world.

However, a clear and distant voice suddenly rang out in Kurosawa Shizuki's heart, like a bucket of cold water suddenly poured onto a raging fire, bringing a sliver of clarity to her mind:

"Idiot, if you keep going like this, she'll devour you! Wake up!" the shadow girl cried out anxiously, her voice filled with a strange emotion.

The clear colors returned to Kurosawa Shizuki's eyes. However, at this moment, the lips of Yono Miko were only a few centimeters away from Kurosawa Shizuki's half-open pink lips. Their breaths could be clearly felt. Kurosawa Shizuki could even see the reflection of another sickly girl's confused and infatuated deep blue eyes in Asakura's bright eyes, which seemed to store sunlight.

Even though the two were already as intimate as lovers, Kurosawa Shizuki inexplicably felt a chill to the bone, as if the person he was holding was not a beautiful woman, but a monster in human skin.

Kurosawa Shizuki realized that if she let Asakura kiss her, she would lose something very important, and once she went down this path, there would be no turning back...

"Don't do this!" Kurosawa Shizuki placed her hands on Asakura Yuki's shoulders, and with a force that seemed to come from nowhere, she shoved Asakura hard. Although Asakura's superhuman physique should have made it impossible for her to be pushed away, Kurosawa Shizuki almost subconsciously used the Phantom Blade Style. So, rather than saying that Asakura was pushed away, it would be more accurate to say that she was forced back by the blade light that suddenly appeared on the back of Kurosawa Shizuki's hand.

Asakura's body, which had been pushed aside, floated lightly through the air before gently touching the ground with her toes, as if she were weightless.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad, you actually managed to wake up. I'm even more interested in you now." Asakura smiled with satisfaction. She gently touched her handsome left cheek, where a tiny bloodstain had almost disappeared and healed.

Asakura stopped pressuring Kurosawa Shizuki and instead slowly took a few steps back, straightening her slightly disheveled kimono. She pulled up the collar of the kimono to cover her breathtakingly rounded curves, and thousands of fish swam leisurely on the gorgeous kimono.

"Were you trying to bewitch me just now?" Kurosawa Shizuki asked with extreme apprehension.

"Hehe, don't put it so harshly. It's just a taste of the delicious food in advance," Asakura Yuki covered half of her mouth and laughed slyly, licking her dry lips with her pink tongue. "Kurosawa, don't think I'll give up so easily. The harder something is to get, the more attractive it is. You'll be mine sooner or later."

P.S. This is my first time writing this kind of plot. I think it's alright? I'm also a little worried about being reported for being inappropriate.

Chapter 82, Section 82: What is this feeling of being chosen by someone else?

Kurosawa Shizuki stood up unsteadily, calming her disordered breathing. She didn't know where that strange impulse in her heart had come from, but she didn't think it was a good thing. On the contrary, she felt a strange fear about what had just happened.

Appropriately satisfying one's desires can regulate the mind and body, but if a person is completely trapped in the cup of desire, there is no turning back. Desires can never be fully satisfied, and the process of pursuing desires is the process of pursuing self-destruction.

"Miss Asakura, we've only just met, and you're already doing *that*? Isn't that a bit too fast?" Kurosawa Shizuki looked at Asakura Yuki with a rather distant gaze. What did Asakura Yuki take her for? Did she really think she was her possession? Asakura's behavior didn't evoke any goodwill in her; on the contrary, it made her feel particularly wary.

“As long as the other person is the right one, it doesn’t matter how fast or slow things go. From the first moment I saw you, I was certain that you would be the one to bring my ‘Kagerou’ to its fulfillment. We will burn together sooner or later,” Asakura Yuki said in her matter-of-fact tone. “Kurosawa, you’re actually looking forward to doing that kind of thing too, aren’t you? Don’t deny it. You can’t hide it from me. You’re the same as me…”

"I have absolutely no desire to do such a thing. I'm not the same kind of woman as you..." Kurosawa Shizuki's rebuttal sounded rather weak, because she herself couldn't explain what her impulse just now was.

Even if she still likes girls, she wouldn't fall for Asakura just because he teases her so easily, would she? She's not someone who's so easy to win over. The impulse she felt just now was more like a distorted "desire to kill" than a desire. Kurosawa Shizuki had an urge to tear Asakura apart with her blackness.

“I have a feeling that we can change and reshape each other. We are very compatible, Kurosawa,” Asakura’s face had that devilish smile again, as if the devil was luring an ignorant lamb to sign a contract. “Perhaps one day, we will discover new possibilities in each other. Perhaps we will ascend together, cross the Gate of Fury, and achieve immortality.”

“However, I also vaguely see another possibility. What we have passed through is not the Gate of Rampage, but the Gate of Strife,” Asakura bit his lip, his smile becoming increasingly sinister. “If I’m not mistaken, you also want to kill me, don’t you? Actually, I feel the same way.”

Just moments ago, Yuki Asakura was all lovey-dovey, but the next instant, she exuded a chilling aura. Asakura stared at her intently, and Kurosawa Shizuki wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly decided to tear off the mask and fight her to the death.

"One minute you're loving, the next you're killing. Is there something wrong with your brain?" Kurosawa Shizuki sneered, tapping her temple. She was not to be outdone. If the higher-ups of the Black Sun Cult were all as neurotic as Asakura, then the cult's future was indeed worrying.

"Something wrong with your head, perhaps? Who among those who have climbed to this level wouldn't have some mental issues to some extent? Kurosawa, you're no different. I've heard that your mental state has never been stable either."

“If you think it’s too fast, Kurosawa, we can start slowly,” Asakura said, still with the air of someone who had Kurosawa Shizuki completely under her thumb. “One day, I will make you fall in love with me. We are destined to belong to each other.”

How many girls have you fooled? You just spout so many glib words? Kurosawa Shizuki's wariness of Asakura Yuki only grew stronger. She was certain that there was nothing called "love" between her and Asakura, only distorted desire and a beast-like impulse buried deep in her dark heart.

"In a few days, Kirie will be here. If you want to get closer to her, I suggest you get closer to her Amethyst Insects. I believe she will welcome you." Kurosawa Shizuki said with a sneer.

“Kirizumi-ko… I heard their apostle is a very cute little girl, her name is something like Fujiwara no Kyouko? I’ve met Lady Fujiwara before, she’s a very beautiful woman, her daughter is definitely worth considering,” Asakura was actually seriously considering Kurosawa Shizuki’s suggestion.

"Of course, that depends on whether Wuquanzi successfully descends to the heavens. If Wuquanzi's descent is successful, I'd be willing to lick Muzi's toes..."

"Are you still the prince of the Black Sun Cult? You're already considering defecting to the enemy?" Kurosawa Shizuki really didn't expect Asakura to be so shameless.

"Haha, of course I'm just joking. With the Yin-Yang Masters of our Black Sun Cult joining forces, thwarting Kirizumi's divine descent plot is a piece of cake. With your Yin Spirit and my Yang Flame, we can even hold our own against immortals." Asakura naturally took Kurosawa Shizuki's hand and led her towards the bartender who was smiling without saying a word. Kurosawa Shizuki couldn't understand where Asakura's confidence came from.