The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Let Nemu feed me?
Mayuri Kurotsuchi had never considered such a thing. He remembered it clearly; it seemed like only recently that he was teaching Nemu, who looked like a little girl, how to use chopsticks.
Before eating, blow on the food a few times and slowly put the cool food into your mouth to chew.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl grew into a young woman, and using the methods he had taught her, she was feeding roast beef to a guy she disliked on his turf.
The money used to buy the beef was still his money!
If his blood pressure were measured at this moment, Mayuri Kurotsuchi felt that his blood pressure was so high that he could die at any moment. He almost ground his big gold teeth to powder, but he was also very helpless.
You can't win a fight, and you can't win an argument.
Very well, this guy has surpassed Kisuke Urahara in this instant, becoming the bastard he hates the most.
"You just wait!"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi made a bold statement, firmly believing that there was no enemy that science could not defeat.
If we thoroughly analyze Shiraishi and Genjirō's battle and find a way to counter them, we'll definitely be able to take him down next time we turn against them.
He was certain that Shiraishi and Seireitei's honeymoon period wouldn't last long.
A man who acts on impulse like this could never understand what it means to make a local sacrifice for the greater good of the world.
For example, if nobles harm the residents of Rukongai, considering the bigger picture, the nobles are the cornerstone of the world, and not holding them accountable is the best way to maintain stability.
That guy won't understand.
A sinister laugh drifted slowly through the hall as Mayuri Kurotsuchi's figure disappeared into the distance.
To be honest, Shiraishi was a little scared. If it were a head-on fight, he was absolutely not afraid of Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
But that guy's advanced technology is truly a bit abnormal.
Even the mighty Soul King lost his left hand.
Nemu Kurotsuchi glanced at him, her face full of doubt, and said, " Mayuri- sama is acting so strangely, one minute he's angry, the next he's laughing. Is it my fault?"
"Of course not, he's going through menopause."
Shiraishi casually made up an excuse, turned his head away, and decided not to think too much about it. The flesh on his thighs was just right, and he could even smell a faint fragrance. " Nemu, have you considered wearing stockings?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi tore off a small piece of beef, blew on it, and said softly, " Akon can make it. He often makes those Gigai, dressing them up in various ways, and selling them to the Shinigami. What color stockings do you like?"
"I think your legs look good in any color stockings."
Shiraishi looked at her legs, the touch of her cheeks was warm and soft, like a peeled egg, which could be slid down with a little force.
"If you like every color, then it's hard to choose."
Nemu Kurotsuchi frowned slightly. Even a two-way choice made her think for a long time; multiple choices would make it even harder to decide. "Then let's buy one of each color. Do you think we need to change the clothes?"
"Can I exchange it?"
Shiraishi was somewhat surprised.
Nemu Kurotsuchi nodded and said, "I'll help you clean and cook, all after work hours, there's no need for me to wear the Shihakushō."
She always wore her Shihakushō, naturally because she felt there was no need to change.
When it came to taking care of Shiraishi, she thought that changing into different clothes would make him feel more relaxed.
She wanted to take good care of Shiraishi.
Such thoughts didn't even cross Mayuri. As for her, there were very few things that required her care; she was mainly just an assistant in some experiments.
Unlike Shiraishi, who seemed to make a mess of his life the moment he left her.
She enjoys the feeling of being relied upon by others and is willing to reciprocate that reliance.
There are many types of maid outfits; you don't have to be fixated on just one type of Shihakushō.
Shiraishi said, then added, "However, Nemu is so pretty, she looks good in anything, so I have no objection."
"Okay, I'll think about it myself." Nemu Kurotsuchi understood that she still needed to figure out what clothes to wear.
This man seemed to suffer from decision-making difficulties just like her. She gently lifted the back of his head with her left hand, picked up the soup bowl beside her with her right hand, and said, "Stand up a little and have some soup."
Hmm.
After a sip of refreshing, chilled plum juice, Shiraishi felt even more exhausted, too lazy to even lift a finger. He continued to lie back like Ge You, enjoying her feeding.
This life is like being in paradise.
He pointed in a certain direction, made a victory sign, and smiled.
Snap! The chopsticks snapped in two. Watching the scene on the monitor, the bald man was consumed by a burning jealousy. "Damn it! I wanted to eat Lieutenant Kurotsuchi's beef too, not this worthless nutritional supplement!"
As he finished speaking, the man raised the bag containing the nutrient solution high and slammed it to the ground, stomping on it violently. A large cloud of dark green solid liquid sprayed out of the bottle.
The people around didn't find it strange.
The little girl with glasses grinned and said, "Didn't you say before that nutritional supplements were the most scientific, and that you absolutely refused to eat Lieutenant Kurotsuchi's food?"
"This isn't the first time this guy's been slapped in the face. He's completely captivated by Lieutenant Kurotsuchi's skills now, maybe it's the added advantage of her being a beautiful vice captain. By the way, next time we'll use that as a selling point when making Gigai."
Akon clapped his hands, a new money-making idea flashing through his mind: cooks, aprons, naked—they'd definitely sell like hotcakes.
"Aren't you guys worried about not getting lunch from Lieutenant Kurotsuchi in the future?"
The bald man couldn't understand why he was the only one so twisted and jealous, when everyone else said it was delicious.
Akon patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Save your breath. Even Captain Kurotsuchi can't do anything about him for now, let alone us. He's a captain in name and in fact."
"Yes, there's nothing you can do about things that can't be helped no matter how much you think about them."
The little girl with glasses chimed in, saying that her expensive wasps were all ruined; what could she do?
"It's because Lieutenant Kurotsuchi likes him."
"Are they in that kind of relationship?" "No way, doesn't seem like it." " Lieutenant Kurotsuchi was captured for a while before, maybe they already had sex." "Captain, training, that's kind of exciting."
The group chatted amongst themselves, then left without lingering. They had gathered there to witness the conflict between Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Shiraishi.
Instead of witnessing a conflict, they were force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a slang term for witnessing a romantic encounter), and they all said they were full and ready to go back to conduct their experiments.
The bald man glanced back, still unwilling to give up on the delicious beef, yet helpless. "Sigh, I guess I'll have to figure out how to build an automated food production machine..."
This is good.
He suddenly clapped his hands, realizing that creating a machine to produce gourmet food was far more realistic than dealing with Shiraishi.
The bald man left.
With the obstructive gaze completely gone from Shiraishi's body, he became increasingly relaxed. The effects of the alcohol gradually spread throughout his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and even his mouth wasn't as open.
He was sleepy and didn't open his mouth anymore. He lay down on Nemu Kurotsuchi's lap and drifted into a beautiful dream.