The Soul King Was Actually a Pitiful Man

"Take your clothes off already. You're a grown man, so stop dragging your feet. My time is precious too.

Or are you embarrassed about taking off your clothes in front of others? If that's the case, I can lend a hand.

You must have seen it already—I have a lot of arms, so I'm very quick at this sort of thing."

Yoru Machi had never expected that, as an old hand of Soul Society, he would one day have such brazen flirting thrown straight in his face.

Seeing that Shutara Senjumaru was not joking and seemed genuinely prepared to do it herself, Yoru Machi was startled and hurriedly began undressing on his own.

"Heh, I'd heard the rumors about you before and thought you were a playboy. I didn't expect you to be so unexpectedly innocent."

Looking at Yoru Machi, who was completely naked except for his hands covering the important parts, Shutara Senjumaru seemed utterly unfazed. She began carefully measuring his body.

Although she looked like quite the experienced seductress, this request truly stemmed only from her professional habits.

As for Hinamori Momo, who had just confidently declared that she would stay and help, the moment Yoru Machi began removing his underwear, her brain overheated from embarrassment and she fainted outright.

"Captain Yoru Machi, do you know about the Soul King?"

While measuring Yoru Machi's chest, Shutara Senjumaru, standing close enough to touch him, suddenly looked at him and raised a topic he had not expected.

"An omniscient and omnipotent being, the lynchpin maintaining the stability of the Human World, Soul Society, and Hueco Mundo.

Currently protected by Zero Division and residing within the Soul King Palace."

Yoru Machi's answer was a rather standard one, the kind recognized by the general public.

In truth, most people in Soul Society