These words swirled in Daziel's mind, leaving him momentarily unsure how to react. He looked exasperatedly at the ninja girl before him, who, despite still having a heavily painted face, was earnestly defining him.
What was this? Had he been handed a villain card? He sighed, rubbing his temples. His teasing thoughts faded, replaced by a slight sense of helplessness. Rappa's current state was clearly abnormal; the mental contamination was far deeper than he had imagined.
The so-called fan fiction script was merely a facade; the real problem lay much deeper. How was he supposed to get rid of all that messy stuff in her head? Ding.
Just as Daziel was at a loss, a clear system notification sounded in his mind without warning.
["Warning, Master, the current timeline's "Rappa" is in an unstable mental state, suffering from severe meme contamination, the root of which lies in her inability to escape the shadow of past trauma."]
["To help her recover and overcome her inner demons, you must guide her to confront her fears and reconstruct the traumatic events."]
Daziel's gaze sharpened slightly. This sudden notification plunged him into thought. Past trauma? He quickly retrieved information about Rappa's background from his memories. Dr. Primitive's inhumane atavism experiments, cultivating the ultimate being through selected genes from thirty-two civilizations—Rappa was that sole and final complete subject.
Before she fought her way out of the entire laboratory, she had undergone three tiers of rigorous, utterly inhumane experimental evaluations. So, making Rappa confront her inner self meant repeating the experimental assessments from the atavism experiments…? Doing it again? Daziel's brows furrowed tightly.
The contents of those three tiers of evaluation surfaced in his memory, clear and cruel. The first tier: Forced drug reaction test, administering agents potent enough to disrupt the nervous system. The second tier: Extreme pain tolerance test, involving high-intensity electric shocks. The third tier: Combat survival test, engaging in life-or-death battles with other out-of-control test subjects in the laboratory.
Daziel's gaze returned to Rappa; she was still kneeling, her shoulders still trembling slightly from shame and nervousness. Do those things to her again? The thought made him feel an instinctive resistance.
But besides that, there seemed to be no better way. The root of the meme was an inner demon; a heart's illness must be cured by a heart's remedy. He hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind.
"Rappa." He spoke, his voice much steadier than before, "I might have a method that can completely cleanse the meme contamination from you."
Rappa sharply lifted her head, and a light of hope instantly ignited in her mud-stained eyes.
"However," Daziel's tone shifted, his expression serious, "this method will be very, very painful, even… unbearable. It requires you to confront the past you least wish to remember." He didn't directly impose these experimental contents on Rappa but instead gave her the choice.
The light on Rappa's face didn't dim in the slightest; she calmly looked at Daziel, as if confirming the resolve in his words. Moments later, she took a deep breath, and her entire aura changed. The shame and confusion were swept away by a resilient willpower. She straightened her back, her previously disheveled posture becoming solemn and resolute.
"The Galaxy Shinobi Records states: 'The Shinobi Path is long and arduous; suffering is but a stepping stone.'" Her voice was soft but every word was clear and resounding. "Since this is my cultivation, I shall certainly uphold the conviction of the Great Lan God, and with my heart, I shall slay demons and purify!"
Daziel watched her silently, observing the undeniable resolve in her eyes, and his last shred of hesitation vanished like smoke. He remembered. In the original story, the reason Rappa was able to fight her way out of that hellish laboratory was precisely this.
She viewed all inhumane torture as part of her "Shinobi Path cultivation," treating suffering as a whetstone for herself. If Rappa could face it with such a mindset, then it was for the best. A newfound confidence also rose in Daziel's heart. He slowly stood up, looking down at her.
"Very good. Then, your cultivation is about to begin."
The moment his words fell, Daziel felt himself in complete control of the situation. He was playing the role of a guide, a strict but necessary savior. Another crisp system notification, like a needle, precisely pricked the balloon of confidence he had just inflated.
["Warning, Master, target "Rappa" not only has 'sleep vine memes' but also remnants of 'desire bud memes' on her."]
["If you completely replicate Dr. Primitive's experimental content, you can only clear the mental contamination related to her trauma memories, but you cannot eradicate the desire bud memes. To fully restore her mental state to normal, you need to introduce some… special experimental content during the guidance process."]
Semi-transparent subtitles floated before Daziel's eyes; the ellipses after the last sentence were subtly replaced by the system's pause and flicker. At the end of the subtitles, another small line was added.
["No need for further elaboration, Master, you understand what I mean."]
Daziel's face instantly changed from composed to ashen. His eye twitched, and he practically squeezed the thought out from between his teeth, roaring at the system in his mind. "Why didn't you say something so important earlier?!"
["You didn't ask."] The system, disguised as Stelle, replied with lightning-fast subtitles, carrying an indifferent, unconcerned air. Daziel's temples throbbed with rage.
He watched helplessly as those cheeky subtitles slowly dissipated into the air like melting ice, leaving him with a mess. The solemn, severe atmosphere he had just cultivated, poised for arduous cultivation, instantly vanished.
He froze in place, looking at the figure kneeling before him in a "generous self-sacrifice" pose, awaiting his "descent of suffering." How was he supposed to say it?
Daziel cleared his throat, trying to rephrase his words, but found that no matter how he put it, it sounded incredibly awkward.
His subtle movements and unnatural expression naturally didn't escape Rappa's eyes. She looked up, and a hint of confusion appeared in her clear and resolute eyes. "Justice Shinobi Lord, is there some change in the cultivation?"
Daziel's face instantly flushed red, as if someone had exposed his unspeakable thoughts in public. He opened his mouth but found any excuse at this moment utterly pale and powerless.
The system had truly dug a pit for him; he couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the entire Galaxy. Finally, he gave up struggling, let out a long sigh, and slumped, a bitter and helpless smile appearing on his face.
She straightened her back again, as if the slow dialogue just now was merely a small interlude. She accepted this setting and incorporated it into the scope of "cultivation." Her voice regained its previous calmness, even tinged with a tragic resolve, as if burning her bridges.
Daziel was completely speechless. And now, the curtain had been drawn, and the spotlight was on him. He had no choice.
"Alright, alright…"
"If you can't accept it, you must say so."
A look of confusion flickered across Rappa's taut little face. "Hmm?" She tilted her head slightly, as if processing unexpected information, "So, do we have a safe word?"
Daziel averted his gaze, not daring to meet her eyes, and explained stiffly, "The situation is a bit more complicated than I expected. Your meme contamination also has another kind…" He stopped, finding the word "desire karma" really difficult to utter.
"What in the world are you talking about?!" Daziel almost choked, staring at her incredulously, "How can you even mention safe words like that?!"
Rappa's gaze returned to its placid, ancient-well-like calm, as if stating an obvious fact. "Do not underestimate a shinobi apprentice who has trained in the mundane world." Her voice was flat, yet carried an undeniable tone, "My knowledge is far broader than you imagine."
Daziel was utterly speechless; he felt like they weren't on the same wavelength at all. He took a deep breath, forcing the conversation back on track. "Alright, enough nonsense!" He straightened his face, trying to regain some control, "Listen closely, Test Subject AK-A-3, the first experiment is: Medication! First, close your eyes."
Daziel watched her figure, kneeling, eyes closed with an almost devout solemnity, long lashes casting thin shadows. That last shred of hesitation in Daziel extinguished. To speak of "medication" in Dr. Primitive's original story meant something that corroded the soul.
Now, he had nothing edible on him, let alone anything that could be called a "Justice-Evil Drug." The system only gave the solution, not the tools, clearly intending for him to figure it out himself. No choice left.
"In any case, the original plan needs some adjustments. Besides reconstructing your past experiences, I also need to add… (swallowing)… some additional items." Something edible, I guess it can only be that thing. His words were vague, his gaze flickering. Rappa watched him silently, from initial confusion to gradual understanding, and finally, that understanding turned into an unconcealed curiosity. As if to say: 'Just as I thought.'
She looked at Daziel's embarrassed expression, her eyes turning sharp and cold, and slowly, word by word, she said: "It seems my previous definition of you was not wrong."
"If you say so, then it is." Upon receiving his half-resigned admission, the disdain in Rappa's eyes actually receded somewhat, replaced by a more complex emotion. Within it was contempt, vigilance, but more, a desperate resolve to completely surrender her fate.
Facing this ninja girl with such a bizarre thought process, who rationalized everything herself, he felt all his plans and authority were useless. To cooperate with Rappa in completing this performance, he had been pushed onto this stage called "Obscene Justice Shinobi" by the system and her, playing along.
Daziel, with a hoarse sigh that scratched his throat, slowly raised his hand. The belt of his pants, now an impediment, was unbuckled with somewhat trembling fingers. "Rappa," his voice, dry as sandpaper, barely came out. "Don't bite. Just… suck it up." It was the only "material" he had available. The "medication."
Rappa's body trembled slightly, but she kept her eyes tightly shut, obediently complying. Her small, delicate hands, previously tense, now extended with an almost sacred obedience, as if about to receive a divine elixir. Daziel moved closer, her body heat already radiating against his, and guided her head down.
His dick, stiff and throbbing, touched her lips. Rappa, with an almost inaudible sigh, opened her mouth, and Daziel gently pushed him in. The moist softness of her mouth enveloped him, and a muffled groan escaped Daziel's lips.
It was a small mouth, but surprisingly capable. Rappa began to suck, her tongue working with an almost mechanical intensity, as if she were fulfilling a life-or-death task in her shinobi training. With each movement, Daziel's dick seemed to be sucked deeper and deeper, her throat contracting slightly. He could feel the walls of her throat, firm and hot, squeezing him in a rhythm that accelerated his own heart.
"Holy fuck," Daziel thought, the back of his hand lightly pressing on the nape of Rappa's neck. With each back and forth, he was sucked, chewed, and that hellish sensation of pleasure spread. The contrast between her innocence (or her innocent interpretation) and the act itself was maddening.
She wasn't being "naughty," she was just "fulfilling her cultivation." And the irony was a sharp knife in Daziel's chest. He watched her hair, a dark tangle, sway slightly with each movement, her shoulders still tense, but her mouth… her mouth was committed.
He didn't know how long it lasted; perhaps it was just a moment, or perhaps it felt like an entire century.
Her surprisingly agile tongue danced around the head of his dick, and he felt the tip of his penis brush something deep inside, causing an intense shiver to run up his spine. With each suck, Rappa seemed to absorb his very essence, and Daziel felt a wave of heat and pressure building. He was about to explode.
With a muffled groan, Daziel pulled Rappa's head closer, and released his load. Her mouth filled, and he felt the contractions in her throat, a muffled gag. She swallowed it all, without hesitation, without protest, as if it were the bitterest medicine needed for her journey. It was the "secret medicine" she needed.
Moments later, Daziel retreated, pulling up his pants; the entire process felt more exhausting than a real fight. He saw two unnatural flushes on Rappa's face, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, as if savoring something or struggling to endure. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice tinged with a delicate tremor, "As if an overdose of suppressed power; to swallow it is to endure the torment of burning in fire. Justice Shinobi, is this your method? It is truly depraved."
"How do I not know I have this ability? Don't spout nonsense." Daziel subconsciously retorted. He wouldn't take the blame for this. However, Rappa seemed to have completely ignored his words, immersing herself in her own world. The look of pain on her face gradually faded, replaced by a fervent enlightenment.
"But, to become a Ninja Hero, perhaps one must consume this secret medicine daily…" Her tone suddenly rose, filled with spirited fighting will, "To thereby create a great Shinobi Power Universe within the body is the supreme asceticism for tempering mind and body. Justice Shinobi, you have achieved your goal!"
Daziel stood with his mouth open, unable to utter a single word. What else could he say? That the thing was actually useless, could even cure all diseases, and that the 'Justice Power' she felt was all in her head? But it was no use; Rappa would still just be immersed in her own world.
"Test Subject AK-A-3, next item: Electric shock." He announced in a flat tone, "I don't have the ability to discharge electricity, only to burn. Bear with it."
Rappa let out a cold snort, the corners of her lips still curving into a subtle arc of disdain. "Justice Shinobi, do you not even have the Narukami Great Ring? Through Thunder Release Ninjutsu, awakening and empowerment, the body can gain extraordinary shinobi senses. This was a mandatory lesson for me in the past. Mere Fire Release is nothing to me!"
In the original story, Dr. Primitive used an electric shock collar to shock the test subjects. Rappa, however, imagined that collar to be the Narukami Great Ring, and the electric shocks as a way to temper her own Thunder Style, enduring the trial through such self-encouragement.
Now, as Daziel tried to use a fire poker to stimulate her mentally… Great, Rappa had completed the setting herself again.
Daziel thought numbly, reaching for a half-burnt fire poker from a nearby bonfire. He held it by the cool end, the red-hot metal at the other. "Then let me make you feel it." He slowly pressed its branding-iron-like tip onto Rappa's smooth back. A faint sizzling sound rose, accompanied by the smell of charred flesh.
Rappa's body stiffened abruptly, and she let out an extremely suppressed groan. She gritted her teeth, bead-sized drops of sweat sliding down her forehead, but her body straightened even further, as if to use sheer will to resist.
"After three thousand nights of this asceticism, I shall, like a Ninja Hero, possess vast divine powers." Her voice was distorted by the intense pain, but her conviction within grew even firmer.
Daziel silently removed the fire poker, leaving a dark red brand on her. He didn't know Rappa's mental deep judgment criteria, only proceeding by feel. However, he quickly realized that Rappa's condition seemed even more abnormal than anticipated.
Large patches of redness appeared on her skin, her breathing grew hotter, and her eyes began to glaze over. That abnormal state triggered by the "Desire Bud Memes" seemed to be completely ignited under the dual stimulation of "medication" and pain.
She looked up, her blurry gaze locked onto Daziel, an expression that made Daziel feel like a frog targeted by a snake. "It's just that… my body is getting more and more lewd." Rappa's voice became softer and softer, carrying a dangerous allure, "Justice Shinobi, is your goal, after all, still that?"
Daziel looked at her like this, not saying a word, an alarm bell ringing in his heart. He knew that the real "special experimental content" had only just begun. Daziel took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange stirring in his heart.
He had to regain control, unable to be led by Rappa's completely incomprehensible logic. He cleared his throat, reverting to his cold, detached scientist's tone.
"Test Subject AK-A-3, next is Stress Response Cultivation – Level IV, against a superior combatant!"
As Daziel spoke, he walked towards Rappa, who was strongly bound. "Now, I will release your restraints and let you engage in a fair battle with me." He reached out his hand, cautiously untying the silk ropes binding her wrists, constantly wary of any sudden attacks she might launch. However, Rappa didn't move.
She simply lifted her blurry yet fervent eyes, calmly looking at him. Hearing the words "combatant," a complex light flickered in her eyes, as if she was lost in some distant recollection.
"Hmph, truly a profound trial." Rappa's voice still carried that soft, burning allure, but the content was as impassioned as ever. "It reminds me of the rebel monkey horde in the Monkey Tier. In the past, they would spar with me daily to hone my Shinobi Karate."
Daziel's motion to untie the knot paused, a gulp in his throat. Here we go, she's starting again. "Back then, I was still just an apprentice, and after difficult victories over them, I discovered it was just a larger conspiracy set by the Monkey Chieftains."
A hint of cold killing intent seeped into Rappa's tone, then shifted to a transcendent arrogance, "But, Justice Shinobi, I am no longer the self I used to be." She straightened her body, radiating an inviolable aura even while restrained. "Inflict extreme punishment directly on me! Justice Shinobi!"
"What in the world?!" Daziel almost dropped the rope in his hand. "Are you giving up resistance?!" Rappa tilted her head back, the flush on her face becoming strikingly vivid. She looked at Daziel, her eyes fervent and resolute. "This is precisely the threshold to a higher realm! Endure your methods, and I shall complete my ultimate metamorphosis!"
Just as Daziel was completely bewildered, not knowing how to respond, a cold, emotionless mechanical notification suddenly sounded in his mind. Ding.
["Detected abnormal mental state in Rappa. Regular combat stimulation is no longer sufficient to eradicate the desire bud memes within her."]
["Recommended action plan change: Only a deeper level of combat can completely resolve the problem."]
Daziel gasped inwardly. The system seemed to hear his thoughts and immediately responded.
["Master, you once engaged Rappa in regular combat, and may I ask, was it effective?"]
Daziel instantly fell silent. Indeed, it was useless; after a fight, her symptoms only worsened. He felt a throbbing headache, his temples pulsing. Rappa seemed to interpret his silence as affirmation; a satisfied smile graced the corner of her lips, as if she already foresaw her impending sublimation.
"Come on, Justice Shinobi!" Her voice was full of enticement, every word drumming on Daziel's taut nerves, "Is this not another trial for me, my ultimate test? Cross this threshold, and I shall transform into a true— —Chaotic Ninja Hero!"
Daziel's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. He looked at Rappa's face, distorted by fervor yet still clear and beautiful, his mind filled only with Stelle's gloating message. "A deeper level of combat." The implied meaning was self-evident.
What could he do? Refuse? And then watch this test subject be burned into a true madwoman by the "desire bud memes" in her own head? Daziel's gaze deepened; he released the rope he had half-untied in his hand.
Since she considered this a trial, viewing him as the shinobi inflicting extreme punishment, then he would see this absurd drama through to the end.
"As you wish," His voice was hoarse, unlike his own, "this is your ultimate trial, Test Subject AK-A-3."
Daziel leaned down; his original coldness contrasted sharply with the searing heat of her body. The firelight cast two intertwined giant shadows on the stone wall, like a silent and primal wrestling match. There was no ninjutsu, no karate. This so-called "battle" stripped away all technique, leaving only the most fundamental clash of will and instinct.
He knelt, his hands firm on Rappa's hips, her eyes still almost half-closed, her head thrown back in an almost ecstatic surrender. "Rappa," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "are you ready for the next level of your cultivation?"
She did not resist; instead, she welcomed everything with the posture of a martyr. Rappa let out a low moan, her breath ragged and uneven, and her legs, previously tense, relaxed. Her hands went up and wrapped around Daziel's neck, her fingers tightening lightly in his hair as her head tilted to the side, exposing her throat.
Daziel slid his hands down her thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin, and pushed up Rappa's skirt, exposing the thin panties that barely covered the area. The wetness was already there, the fabric clinging to her skin. He brushed a finger over the fabric, feeling the swelling and warmth. "Already quite wet, aren't you, my shinobi?" he murmured with a wicked tone.
The panties were pulled aside, revealing the moist, pink slit. Rappa squirmed slightly, a more audible moan escaping her parted lips. He positioned himself, and with a gentle thrust, the head of his dick found the entrance, soft and tight.
"Ah…!" Rappa arched her back, her fingers digging into Daziel's shoulders. The initial impact was a sharp pain, but the power of the "desire bud memes" was already in full swing, mixing the pain with an infuriating wave of pleasure. She bit her lip, bead-sized drops of sweat soaking the strands of hair on her forehead, clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her blurry eyes never left Daziel's face; the flame burning within them was pain, was desire.
"Is this… this is the 'Extreme Chakra Release'?" she whispered, her voice distorted by pain and pleasure, "I feel my body expanding, filling with your Justice power… Hmph, you pervert."
Daziel couldn't help but laugh bitterly, the sound muffled by their closeness. He pushed deeper, feeling her stretch around him, the walls of her interior contracting around his dick. With each inch he advanced, Rappa let out a louder moan, her body trembling beneath him. She was incredibly tight, a virginity that stretched and yielded, promising intense pleasure.
"This is just the beginning of your 'cultivation,' my little ninja," Daziel grunted, his voice hoarse. He began to move slowly, his thrusts deep and rhythmic. The air in the small space filled with the wet, slapping sound of skin against skin, and Rappa's moans, which were previously muffled, now became more audible, mixed with gasps and unintelligible exclamations.
"Oh! Ah… Justice… Shinobi… more! I feel… the Snake Jutsu writhing… Ah…!"
Daziel increased his pace, pounding into her with each thrust, feeling his penis brush something deep inside with every movement, her inner walls convulsing around him. Rappa clung to him, her thin, strong legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to absorb every bit of him. With each thrust, his hips hit her body with a muffled thud, and Rappa writhed, her head thrown back, her hair spread on the ground.
He turned her over, putting her on all fours, her butt high and inviting. Daziel slapped her soft, white buttocks, leaving a red mark that quickly blended with the moisture running down her thighs. "Let's see how you handle this 'combat stance,' Shinobi."
He fitted himself behind her, and with a powerful thrust, penetrated her again. Rappa let out a muffled scream, her butt shaking with each impact. The sound of 'plap, plap, plap' filled the air, their bodies slamming against each other in a primal, wild rhythm. Daziel held her firmly by the hips, hammering into her, feeling Rappa's G-spot being repeatedly pressed, provoking a torrent of moans and gasps.
"More! Shinobi… yes! The Dragon Jutsu… ahhh! What torment… what pleasure…!"
Rappa moved with him, a strange contrast of pain and surrender. Her eyes were glazed over, but her mind, in its own reality, was reaching the peak of her "cultivation." She didn't care about the positions, about the vulgarity of the act; it was all part of her training to become the "Chaotic Ninja Hero." Daziel continued, feeling the pressure build, the pleasure distorted by Rappa's delirious mind. He was fucking her, and she was imagining she was achieving shinobi enlightenment. It was insane, it was depraved, and it was exactly what the system had ordered.
He felt the final contractions approaching, and so did Rappa. She writhed and screamed, her entire body spasming as an intense orgasm hit her. Her walls tightened around him, and Daziel couldn't hold back anymore. With a grunt, he released his load deep inside her, feeling the waves of pleasure spread through his body. The air was heavy with the strange scent of sweat and intertwined desire.
When everything finally fell silent, only the faint crackling of the bonfire remained in the wilderness, along with the intertwined breathing of the two. Rappa lay quietly, the flush on her face gone, replaced by a clarity like the sky after a fresh rain.
Her eyes were no longer blurry; instead, they shone astonishingly bright, like obsidian washed clean of all dust. Daziel propped himself up, looking at her wearily, holding onto a last sliver of hope. He had paid such a huge price; surely, there must be some effect?
He panted, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of nervousness, "Surely it worked? Have you returned to normal?"
Rappa slowly sat up, the untied ropes sliding from her smooth shoulders. She didn't pay them any mind, simply and calmly tidying her messy bandages, her movements composed and elegant, as if she had just completed not a primal struggle, but a solemn ritual.
"I feel I have become a true Shinobi Warrior. Just like the female protagonist in the Galaxy Shinobi Records fan fiction, after enduring the ultimate trial, I have achieved true growth!" She raised her eyes, and her clear, washed-clean eyes calmly watched Daziel; it was a settled, resolute light.
Daziel's cheek muscles twitched unnaturally. "The… growth you spoke of… was this kind of growth?" His voice was dry, unsure how to articulate his thoughts.
Rappa nodded candidly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, not from shyness, but from a genuine sense of approval and joy. "However," her tone shifted, becoming serious, "although you did improper things to me," She paused, seemingly organizing her words, her earnest demeanor making Daziel's mood even more complex.
"Just like in the ending of the fan fiction, the female protagonist ultimately stood by the Justice Shinobi. I think I have become attached to you."
Daziel's brain buzzed, and he almost thought he had misheard. Rappa, however, was completely immersed in her own logic; she straightened her back, and with firm eyes, declared, "Please, continue to accompany me in my cultivation from now on! Until we together break the conspiracy of the Monkey Palace, and then…"
Daziel looked at her. He looked at her clear eyes, devoid of any impurities, and at the "virtuous" and sacred expression on her face. He let out a long, long sigh, also carrying an unexplainable sense of relief.
"Right, the meme contamination really shouldn't be that severe anymore." Daziel murmured, as if speaking to her, yet also to himself, "Perhaps this version of you is your true self."
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