"No," the figure answered, voice calm but strained.
"You can't see my face. And you can't take this, either."
Kirihito's smirk melted into something darker.
The teasing spark in his voice faded — replaced by the hiss of a snake about to strike.
"Insect…"
His words dropped like stones into water.
"I don't like hearing no."
Two locks of his hair lashed forward, coiling around the figure's sword from opposite sides.
The figure pulled back, muscles tense, but the living strands tightened — iron wrapped in silk.
"Let it go, you snake!" the figure barked, sweat beading at his brow inside the mask
"I don't. Break. My promises…"
Kirihito's voice softened to a razor-thin whisper, sharper than any scream.
"Keep it in your stupid mind."
With a single flex of his will, the black strands wrenched apart the blade — metal snapping like brittle twigs, scattering shards onto the grass.
The figure's chest heaved — surprise flashing behind the owl mask — but there was no time to think.
More hair shot out, wrapping around him: around his arm, his shoulder, the folds of his black robe.
It moved like a living net — slow enough to watch, but too fast to escape...even grew longer then it was..which means it could also recreate sizes too .
The snake at Kirihito's neck hissed low, sensing the tightening kill.
"Did you think you could hide from me?~"
Kirihito mocked, voice pitched somewhere between child and monster.
"I warned you, black insect... I always get what I want."
The figure tried to twist free, but the black hair moved as if it had a mind of its own — finding every opening, coiling tighter.
The strands shone like onyx under the dawn light, shimmering with curse energy.
Kirihito tilted his head, blindfold shifting slightly.
His lips curved into a smile too beautiful to be human — and too cruel to be divine.
"I've asked nicely…but you're not like those insects who obeys when I ask kindly..so.."
His voice dropped, sweet as venom.
"Now I'll take it...forcefully...
The figure gasped as another lock looped around his chest, crushing air from his lungs.
"Don't—!"
"Shhh…" Kirihito hummed, leaning closer, as if to listen to the other's heartbeat...he purred in satisfaction and relaxation by his loud heartbeats..he really likes it
"I hear it. Your heart… pounding so loudly. Is it fear?~ Or something more ? Ah..I can't name it either. "
For a heartbeat, their faces were close — the blindfolded yokai and the hooded, masked figure.
In that hush, even the trees seemed to hold their breath.
"Show me your face…"
Kirihito whispered.
"Or I'll peel it off myself…"
The hair locks lifted the figure slightly off the ground — his boots scraping the earth, struggling.
Golden light glinted again from under the cloak — the thing Kirihito wanted so badly.
"Give. It. To. Me."
The words fell soft, but each carried a blade pressed to the heart.
The figure's pulse roared in his ears — he could almost taste the curse energy coiling tighter, crushing bone.
"I'll warn you once more, pretty insect…"
Kirihito breathed, breath warm and cold all at once.
"Don't make me bored. Or you won't even leave ashes behind."
And then, with a graceful, almost lazy flick of his wrist —
more hair coiled, ready to strike.
[ End Of Chapter 38 ]