The Heaven and Earth Trading Company's Fitting Room

Tier Harribel tucked the steel pipe back under his jacket and walked toward the family dining room.

However, along the way, whenever he thought of his conversation with Tokoyo Misao, the corners of his mouth would unconsciously turn up in a smile.

As Tokoyo Misao walked home, he kept pondering what the world was all about.

I initially thought it was a dating sim, but now it seems more like a fan-made adult game.

Moreover, it's obvious that male combat strength is significantly lower than female strength, but he seems to be an exception.

Renji Abarai and Ikkaku Madarame, who were both quite powerful, were relegated to the background.

Am I the protagonist of this eroge world?

He's not some modern-day foodie; whether it's Lisa in the library or Tier Harribel's actions just now, they all seem to want to discuss life with him.

And he was quite certain that this wasn't an illusion; he could grab it simply by reaching out.

But this sudden situation makes absolutely no sense.

I used to get incredibly excited whenever I encountered such fan service scenes while watching anime or playing games.

But when it actually happens to you, you always feel like there's some kind of conspiracy or trickery involved, something else is hidden in the shadows.

What is it that makes me feel like everyone in this world is exceptionally kind to me?

As Misao was deep in thought, he casually opened the door to his home.

"Misao, welcome back."

Retsu Unohana was taking off her shoes in the entryway at that moment, still wearing her tennis outfit.

"Oh, I'm back..."

Just as Misao was about to respond, Retsu Unohana leaned forward, her right hand forming a claw as she reached out.

She slightly raised her head, revealing a murderous smile.

Misao's body was tense, and he dared not move at all, fearing that if the other party exerted force, his life would be over.

Retsu Unohana gave a soft "hmm" twice.

"It's alright, it hasn't gotten any lighter."

As she spoke, she released her grip, the murderous intent vanishing from her smile.

"Come and eat!"

Misao breathed a sigh of relief, then was greatly alarmed.

Wait, how did she know the weight of my magazine?

Chapter 230 Heaven and Earth Trading Company Fitting Room

At the dinner table, Tokoyo Misao the food tasteless.

The events that have occurred since my consciousness traveled to the present are truly bizarre.

Especially in the entryway just now, it was Retsu Unohana sister, who was actually weighing the magazine.

Combined with her experiences at school and Tier Harribel's seemingly innocuous words under the bridge, this further reinforces the impression.

Wait, could it really be the world of erotica, where these girls are so repressed?

His own abilities are also very strange. It would be one thing if he could only understand the structure of objects, but he can even absorb knowledge from books and deconstruct the human body in a short time to know the opponent's weaknesses.

Even in the world of adult content, it's a top-tier cheat code.

"What's wrong? You seem distracted."

Retsu Unohana asked with a smile, "Was the food not to your liking today? Sorry, the tennis club practice lasted a bit long today, which made me come back late, so I ordered takeout for everything."

Rukia had already finished a bowl of rice in a frenzy, and then continued:

"Isn't this the bento box from the Heaven and Earth Trading Company on the next street? I've been eating it for years, and the taste hasn't changed."

"Heaven and Earth Trading Company?"

When Tokoyo Misao heard the name, he suddenly had a bad feeling. "Isn't it too unlucky to use such a name as a signboard?"

"It includes heaven and earth, what's so unlucky about that? That merchant guild has everything, covering clothing, food, housing, transportation, and everything else. It's very convenient."

Their products are very cost-effective, and they also proactively help individual merchants in the shopping street sell their goods.

But they cleared out nine entire floors specifically to help local businesses. How could such a good chamber of commerce be considered unlucky?

Rukia said somewhat unhappily, but it was clear that she really liked this Heaven and Earth Trading Company.

"Really? Then I'll have to go check it out tomorrow."

Tokoyo Misao quickly finished his meal, put down his chopsticks, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

This is a bathroom that is more than ten square meters in size. It looks very big and has a nice bathtub.

However, he wasn't in the mood for a bath today, so after a quick shower, he went back to his room.

When Retsu Unohana had just finished cleaning the kitchen, came to the bathroom, her brows furrowed.

Her eyes were fixed on the empty bathtub. What was going on?

She turned around and went to Tokoyo Misao's room on the second floor, pressing her ear against it.

At this Tokoyo Misao simply sat by the window, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, pondering the nature of this world, without uttering a sound.

The door creaked open.

He turned his head and saw Retsu Unohana with a beaming smile.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you even turn on the lights?"

Retsu Unohana closed the door behind her, without turning on the light, and walked lightly to the window, standing in front of him.

"And I didn't take a bath today either."

While Tokoyo Misao was still pondering the situation of this world, she casually blurted out:

"In biology class today, I saw a claim that frequent bathing can damage ammunition."

"Really? That's really dangerous. You shouldn't take baths anymore."

Retsu Unohana had let her braids down; her hair was straight and smooth, and it looked dazzlingly bright under the moonlight.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Tokoyo Misao immediately turned his head away.

"Nothing, just some questions and thoughts."

"You actually have doubts?"

Retsu Unohana seemed intrigued. She walked up to Misao's back, gently pressed her body against him, and whispered in his ear:

What's your question?

Sensing the presence behind him, Tokoyo Misao felt his mouth go dry and immediately responded:

Who am I? Where am I? What is the purpose of my existence in this world?

"Haha, these are questions that have troubled many people, and they are questions that require a lifetime of thought. There's no need to rush into them."

Retsu Unohana spoke, she placed her hand on Misao's forearm and gently pulled it:

"Why don't we get some rest early tonight?"

"OK."

Tokoyo Misao swiftly climbed down from the window, closed and drew the curtains, went straight to the bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down, then wrapped himself up like a maggot.

"Sis, you should get some rest too."

After saying that, he turned around.

At that moment, beneath his calm face and voice, his heart was pounding like a drum.

Are all the siblings in this family just normal sibling relationships? What if she comes up here later?

I have no experience with this; I should have gone to the library to find some relevant materials.

Tokoyo Misao's mind was in complete chaos, his thoughts jumping around wildly, until a soft click or clatter sounded as the door opened and closed.

He suddenly felt a little lost, and then lay back down on the bed in a starfish position.

No, there's definitely something wrong with this world. Until we fully understand it, it's best to maintain the status quo.

Before long, he gradually became sleepy, and just as he was about to fall asleep, a dark shadow appeared by the window, followed by a rustling sound.

Tokoyo Misao immediately turned around and saw Yoruichi Shihōin climb into the room through the window.

She was dressed casually in a white T-shirt and gray shorts, her hair in a single ponytail. She sat down on the bedside with a smile, placed her finger on Tokoyo Misao's forehead, and whispered:

"Not only did you use such an unfamiliar form of address at school today, but you also saw me looking so embarrassing. What am I supposed to do with you?"

Tokoyo Misao thought for a moment, then directly pulled back the quilt:

"Why don't you come in?"

He said it without thinking at all; he didn't even know why he suddenly said it.

You wish!

Yoruichi used her index finger to flick Misao's head away.

"I won't fall for that until I hear you say it."

"That sentence?"

Tokoyo Misao's mind raced. If it was "Gala Ge Mu," then it probably meant something like a confession.

Now that Yoruichi was here, he wanted to ask her some questions, so he asked in a low voice:

"So why did you fight with them?"

He always felt that it wasn't simply a dispute over territory in the commercial district.

Yoruichi turned her head, a hint of a smile appearing in her beautiful golden eyes:

"Isn't it all because of you?"

"Huh, what does this have to do with me?" Tokoyo Misao, somewhat puzzled.

Yoruichi suddenly leaned closer, their noses touching, her warm breath brushing against Misao's upper lip, and slowly spoke:

Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

Who are you?

Sensing that Yoruichi didn't want to continue the conversation, Tokoyo Misao was about to get up and leave when she immediately reached out to stop her.

He felt he had grasped the key point and needed to figure out exactly what was going on in the world.

Having finally grasped the key points and found some clues, we can't let Yoruichi get away.

Yoruichi pouted when she was stopped, but there was no anger in her eyes.

But he didn't explain further. Misao frowned slightly and asked again:

"Since this matter concerns me, you should tell me the whole story."

"Snort."

Yoruichi snorted, slapped away Misao's hand, turned around, and gracefully vaulted through the window, leaving behind a message:

"We'll handle it."

Misao quickly got out of bed, but she had already stepped onto the railing, ready to leave.

Misao rushed to the window and stuck his head out, only to see Yoruichi jump directly onto the railing of the next room, walk down, open the window, and enter the room.

Turns out they're neighbors; judging by this, they might actually be childhood sweethearts.

After what had just happened, he felt his mind clearer, so he continued to lie on the balcony and look around.

This is a residential area, and it was quite late, so the streets looked very deserted.

However, after scanning his surroundings, he still spotted two people in the distance, under a streetlamp about two hundred meters away.

The woman looked remarkably like Rukia, but her posture—with her hands folded in front of her and taking small, quick steps—was completely different from Rukia's.