Chapter 175: Bring Her Home
"Hey, where are you taking me?" Pakura asked, her voice tinged with frustration. She glanced around uneasily, noticing the curious stares of the villagers. Embarrassment bubbled within her. She was still the Kazekage—or at least, she had been.
If you're going to kill me, just kill me already. Why parade me through town like this?
"Just follow." Orochimaru's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. He didn't even bother to turn around.
Pakura's discomfort grew, but she had no choice but to keep following him. They walked through several streets, finally arriving at a quiet residential area. Orochimaru approached a large mansion and unlocked the door without hesitation.
Pakura lingered on the threshold, her mind racing. Isn't he going to kill me?
"Go wash up first," Orochimaru said abruptly, turning to face her. A flicker of disgust crossed his expression. The experiment subject is filthy; it's unbearable.
Pakura instinctively crossed her arms. "What do you want?" she asked warily, acutely aware of how disheveled she looked.
"You're overthinking things. I find you dirty," Orochimaru retorted with a dismissive snort. He thought her assumption was laughable—imprisonment had left her unkempt and grimy. The idea of attraction was absurd to him.
"You're the one—" Pakura began, but she stopped herself from saying "dirty." She couldn't deny that Orochimaru was immaculately clean, even unsettlingly so.
I drank too much last night, and I did shower this morning, she thought indignantly. How am I still dirty?
If Pakura had seen Orochimaru's grotesque transformations—oozing from his own skin, slick with slime—it might have made more sense to her.