The Unforgiven from Shinigami
" Shiraishi ~"
" Shiraishi ~"
A sweet voice drifted from the colorful sea of flowers, and in the hazy holy light, a large group of busty girls stood there.
"Hey-hey."
Shiraishi reached out and hugged him, but he fell to the ground with a thud. "It was just a dream."
He pressed his face against the cold tatami mat, propped himself up with his hands, and looked around. He was in an unfamiliar room.
The space is very empty.
The bookshelves against the wall were piled high with books, the azure curtains were drawn, and a bed about two meters long sat in the corner, which didn't look like a woman's boudoir.
How strange, he remembers falling asleep on Nemu's lap, how did he end up here?
Shiraishi looked at the Captain's Haori and Shihakushō on the low table and guessed that this was where the Tenth Division was supposed to sleep.
Rangiku brought it back?
He scratched his head, completely forgetting about it.
"Never mind," Shiraishi said, not dwelling on the issue. He looked down at his attire, explaining that he hadn't exited his Shikai earlier mainly because he wasn't familiar with the Shikai phrase.
The situation is different now. He has gained Infinity recognition, and after learning the Shikai Language, it is not difficult for him to enter the Shikai state again.
Let's remove it.
As Shiraishi thought this, the golden sheath of his sword faded, his clothes disappeared, leaving him completely naked, and his long silver hair turned black.
He walked to the table, picked up the Shihakushō, put it on, then slipped on the sleeveless Captain's Haori. He stepped in front of the full-length mirror. "Hmm, handsome people look good in anything. Pull the collar open a bit."
Considering his personal style, he pulled open the Shihakushō on his chest, revealing most of his muscular chest.
Then, he looked at himself in the mirror repeatedly, realizing that he had wanted to attend comic conventions and do cosplay, but life hadn't given him the energy for that.
Now I'm finally fulfilling a dream I had back then, to have the best cosplay ever.
The Captain's Haori and Shihakushō are 100% genuine.
As he was thinking this, a soft knock came at the door.
"They've arrived."
Shiraishi ran to the door, reached out and opened the sliding door. The sky outside was hazy, and the corridor was naturally devoid of sunlight, with a cool breeze blowing through.
A pair of alluring cat ears twitched, and its tail wagged.
Meow~
Nemu Kurotsuchi raised her two cat paws and meowed. She was dressed in a sexy black cat outfit, and her chest and thighs looked as if they were covered with a layer of shiny black cat skin.
Her legs were encased in thin black stockings, but her thick-soled wooden clogs remained unchanged.
Shiraishi drew his sword the instant he saw it, thankfully his Shihakushō was loose-fitting, otherwise he would feel that tightness that threatened to burst.
Good morning, Shiraishi. What do you think of this outfit?
"Wow, that's great."
He turned to the side. "You were the one who brought me home yesterday?"
"No, it was Sister Rangiku came to see me. I had to go to work to assist Mayuri- sama with his experiments. I'm sorry I couldn't personally bring you back."
Nemu Kurotsuchi picked up the food box next to her, took off her thick-soled wooden clogs, and stepped onto the tatami mat, her feet, wrapped in black stockings, exuding a somewhat alluring fleshy feel.
Shiraishi didn't know where to look. Yesterday it was just a joke over drinks, but she didn't expect the other person to take it seriously. "If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to dress like this."
"It's okay, just relax."
Nemu Kurotsuchi of something, placed the food box on the low table, opened it, and took out a bowl of crab miso soup from the top layer, followed by salmon that was fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
There was also tempura, sushi, and a bowl of beef ramen.
This is the breakfast she helped prepare.
" Nemu, thank you so much."
Shiraishi sat down and picked up a pair of chopsticks.
Nemu Kurotsuchi shook her head and said, "It's not troublesome at all. I'm happy to have the opportunity to do these things for you."
Shiraishi began to bury his head in his food and eat voraciously.
She didn't sit idle; she volunteered to clean the room. After sweeping around, she returned to the low table and knelt down. "It's strange," she said, "I didn't see the sketchbook that Akon mentioned, the kind that every single man living alone would have."
"Cough cough."
Shiraishi nearly coughed up a mouthful of soup onto the table, his face flushed as he said, "Nonsense, don't listen to that kind of person's nonsense."
Nemu Kurotsuchi blinked and said, " Shiraishi, you're really not a healthy male?"
Shiraishi retorted, "A healthy man isn't proven by those kinds of picture books."
Nemu Kurotsuchi stared at him, gradually moving closer. He retreated, she advanced, he retreated. "You really do have a problem."
"I think you're the one with the problem. What on earth are you thinking about with that little head of yours?"
Shiraishi looked helpless.
Nemu Kurotsuchi glanced at her outfit, blinked, and said, "Don't I have that charm?"
"Of course you have some, but this isn't like drinking water, you can't just drink it whenever you want."
"I'm not joking, I really want to help you relax."
Nemu Kurotsuchi emphasized her words, saying she wanted to make Shiraishi happier, because that would make her happy too.
Shiraishi flicked her forehead, saying with a helpless expression, "I appreciate your kindness."
Nemu Kurotsuchi asked in confusion, "Why won't you marry me?"
"Well, because you're too young to understand those things."
"I'm not young anymore." Nemu Kurotsuchi puffed out her chest, her weight easily exceeding four kilograms, making this reason completely untenable.
Shiraishi smiled bitterly. He was referring to the spiritual aspect. Nemu clearly lacked that kind of thinking ability in this regard, which is why she easily said she wanted to sacrifice herself.
They simply don't understand how serious that is.
He chose a scapegoat, saying, " Nemu, you must understand, I'm already with Kūkaku, so I can't be with anyone else."
"She's not here."
Nemu Kurotsuchi expressed her incomprehension, "You are all alone now, it's perfectly fine to find someone else to make you happy."
If I'm not around, you can find someone else, so you won't be lonely.
"... Hey, so you're still young."
Shiraishi sighed, unable to explain to her that people need more than just physical pleasure; they also need spiritual fulfillment. "How about this," he said, "Three years. If you still have this idea after three years, I'll marry you."
Nemu Kurotsuchi frowned and said, "I'm a little angry. This is probably because you underestimated me. Let alone three years, thirty years, or three hundred years, my thoughts will not change."
Shiraishi thought for a moment, then changed his mind and said, "Then three hundred years."
"..." Did Nemu Kurotsuchi feel like she was being treated like an idiot?
She didn't speak, but stared silently into view with her dark green eyes.
stare--
Shiraishi compromised and changed his mind again, saying, "Three years still."
Nemu Kurotsuchi withdrew her gaze and said, "Please continue with your meal."
After Shiraishi finished eating, she took out a tissue to help him wipe his mouth, put the empty plate back in the food container, and wiped the table. "I'll head back now and come back at noon."
"If you're busy, you don't need to run around."
"It's okay, I'm not busy at all."
Nemu Kurotsuchi really wanted Shiraishi to have more meals at the Research and Development Institute so he could get closer to Mayuri- sama.
Unfortunately, neither Mayuri nor Shiraishi showed any interest in getting closer; they were like oil and water. It would be better to minimize their encounters and let her run between the two sides.
"Take care then," Shiraishi said, watching her leave the Tenth Division.
"Hey, our new captain's a real Casanova!"