In this anime crossover, who stole my module?

She was indeed very lonely.

I really enjoy the feeling of having the intruder's fear at my fingertips.

That was one of the few sources of enjoyment she had during her long and boring years here.

But when this dark thought is so bluntly revealed, especially by someone who seems even more "perverted" than her, it's heartbreaking.

This feeling of shame is a million times worse than having your face covered in talismans by an exorcist!

"I...I'm not!"

Hanako stammered in rebuttal, but her voice weakened due to her guilty conscience.

Natsume Ryo, on the other hand, did not intend to give Hanako much time to adjust.

Just as Hanako was overwhelmed with shame and anger, her mind went blank.

Natsume Ryo tightened his fingers slightly.

The shirt buttons were already in a precarious state.

pat!

A crisp sound!

The shirt button snapped off.

Followed by.

The second one.

The third one.

……

As each button on the shirt popped off, it traced a delicate arc in the air.

That snow-white and lush landscape that had been bound for so long.

Her incredibly full and voluptuous curves, completely disproportionate to Hanako's petite figure, were now unrestrained, like a white rabbit breaking free of its cage, leaping out and drawing a breathtakingly white arc in the dim light.

The heavy, fullness, and the exaggerated contrast with the slender waist, create an extreme visual impact.

"Waaaaah... No, don't look..."

Hanako was filled with shame and indignation, her voice trembling.

……

However, this is just the beginning.

Natsume Ryo's arms encircled Hanako's slender waist, and with an irresistible force, he adjusted her petite body into an extremely shameful position, one in front of the other.

immediately.

When the two bodies are pressed closely together.

"—!"

Hanako felt as if her spirit had been instantly pierced by an aggressive, scorching force!

An indescribable, strange feeling spread through my entire body instantly, like an electric current!

It impacted her, a vengeful spirit, and the cold resentment she had accumulated over decades.

"How dare... how dare a mere human..."

"Damn it... I... I will definitely get my revenge... Waaah..."

Hanako's consciousness was almost fading.

Even under these circumstances, Hanako still couldn't help but mutter resentful murmurs intermittently.

result.

Snapped!

Snapped!

One after another, crisp slaps rang out.

Natsume Ryo's hand repeatedly and forcefully landed on Hanako's fair curves, which appeared even more pert and rounded due to her posture.

Unlike the previous sensation of touching through clothing, this time it was a more direct contact.

It was delicate and incredibly elastic, even rippling with alluring white waves.

It's like the finest silk wrapping the most premium jelly.

"Ugh!"

Hanako's scarlet eyes glistened with tears, and she let out another short gasp, her body tensing up abruptly, her toes curling up.

"It seems you need to be punished properly to prevent you from saying such ridiculous things again!"

"Waaaaah... No, no more... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Under such absolute control, even Hanako's last shred of pitiful dignity completely collapsed.

however.

Just when Hanako thought this shameful "purification" would continue indefinitely.

Hanako's gaze suddenly fell upon a tiny crack in the floor.

That crack in the ground.

It was her only channel of communication with another ghost story on a daily basis.

Although the other party has an eccentric temper and a gloomy personality.

He usually ignored her harassment and would even occasionally stick his hand out from a crack in the ground to scare her.

But in the current situation, there's no one to turn to for help.

It was her only lifeline!

"Quick, quick, help me!"

Hanako didn't care about anything else and used her last bit of strength to call for help towards the crack in the ground.

Upon hearing this, Natsume Ryo paused, then looked in the direction Hanako was looking with interest.

I saw.

That inconspicuous crack in the ground was now actually beginning to emit black resentment.

"Oh? There was actually a response?"

Natsume Ryo raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, a second strange tale was hidden in the girls' restroom of this old school building.

"But it's just in time."

"It saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

Natsume Ryo thought to himself, but he wasn't nervous at all.

On the contrary, they were quite satisfied with the buy-one-get-one-free result.

Followed by.

The black resentment emanating from the cracks in the ground grew increasingly intense, even beginning to condense on the surface, radiating a pure malice.

The temperature in the entire toilet dropped sharply again.

Swish-!

A woman's hand, pale and bloodless with long nails, was extended!

"Want red paper?"

"Still blue paper?"

Red paper? Blue paper?

In this situation...

Almost immediately, another Japanese school ghost story popped into Natsume Ryo's mind—the "Red Cloak" or "Red Paper and Blue Paper".

According to legend, this strange tale appears in the last stall of the toilet, posing this fatal choice to the user.

—If you choose the red paper, your throat will be slit by a sharp blade, and your whole body will be stained with blood;

If you choose the blue paper, you will be strangled and suffocated to death, your face turning bluish-purple.

Whichever you choose, the outcome is death.

This is a deadly situation that cannot be refused or escaped.

only.

Red paper? Blue paper?

Only children make choices.

Ryo Natsume doesn't want either of them.

……

"Quick, quick, save me!"

Hanako, as if grasping at a last straw, hurriedly called out.

However, before that hand could make its next move—

Without hesitation, Natsume Ryo grabbed it firmly!

"?!"

The owner of the hand clearly hadn't expected Natsume Ryo to be such an unpredictable person; his hand trembled slightly, as if he wanted to pull it back.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

The playful smile on Natsume Ryou's lips became even more pronounced. She didn't even use the near-invincible power of Creative Mode, but relied solely on her physical body, which was protected by the [Immovable Vajra Body] attribute of the [Quqiang Exorcist] class.

The muscles in his arms bulged slightly.

then.

Suddenly pull it upwards!

"Come out you!"

"Ah ah--!"

This was accompanied by a low shout from Natsume Ryo.

The owner of that hand, along with her true form hidden deep in the crevice, was forcibly dragged out by Natsume Ryo without any mercy!

"..."

Under Hanako's gaze, her bloodshot eyes wide with utter shock.

The dust has settled.

The owner of that hand was a tall and graceful woman shrouded in a bright red cloak, a figure straight out of a ghost story.

She fell heavily to the ground.

The red cloak slipped down slightly, revealing what lay beneath.

It was a face that was equally pale and bloodless, yet exquisitely beautiful.

Her long, black hair was spread messily on the ground, creating a strong visual contrast with her bright red cloak.

and.

the most critical.

In Natsume Ryo's eyes.

Inside that iconic red cloak... there was nothing!

"Oh?"

"It seems that tonight's purification ceremony will be even more lively than expected."