The Unforgiven from Shinigami
There's a rebellious streak in every human being.
For example, two women are walking down the street, one is not wearing anything, and the other is fully covered up on top and wearing a slit skirt on the bottom.
The men's eyes weren't on the naked woman, but rather fixed on her slit skirt, hoping to glimpse a hint of cleavage.
This is why people are keen to seek out the "Imperial Uncle" in normal literary novels, rather than directly reading about him.
What I'm looking for is that kind of excitement mixed in with the ordinary.
Soi Fon is not as bold as Kūkaku, nor does she possess the madness of Retsu Unohana.
She's like a delicate flower with thorns; once you remove all the thorns, all that's left is the word "delicate flower."
Normally, she evokes pity, but at certain times, one only wants to destroy this delicate flower completely.
Hmm.
Soi Fon bit his neck hard, a sob escaping her throat, her beautiful, cat-like eyes glistening with tears.
Those unaware of the situation might think it was some kind of cruel abuse.
Actually, they were tears of joy.
I don't know why, but Soi Fon kept crying from beginning to end, and I couldn't stop even though I tried.
Covering her face with her small hands was her last act of defiance.
At this moment, when it's like hundreds of millions of crucian carp swimming upstream, she didn't want to make any more shameful noise, so she simply bit the instigator.
"Hiss."
Shiraishi gasped, but didn't push her away. He gently hugged her and said, "Okay, stop biting. You'll draw blood if you keep biting."
Soi Fon gradually recovered, her face turning rosy. She released her bite, looked at the two rows of teeth marks on her neck with a pang of heartache, and then, remembering that she had bled even more, she snorted and said, "So you do know that bleeding hurts."
I knew you had ulterior motives! You invited me to barbecue for no reason!
She wiped away her tears with one hand, and pounded her fist on his chest with the other, "What are you thinking about? Get out of here!"
"Aya, I can still do it."
"Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death!"
Soi Fon was very determined; in just half an hour, she had almost cried all her tears.
Continue?
I'm afraid I'll have to go out tomorrow with bright red, rabbit-like eyes.
She didn't want to lose face in front of her subordinates.
"Okay." Shiraishi was reluctant, but he understood that the other party didn't really mean it that way.
Unlike before, he was not going to force him.
"Hiss," Soi Fon's body tensed up, and in the instant from fullness to emptiness, a trace of loneliness and reluctance arose in her heart.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and she shivered slightly.
I'll go fetch some water.
Shiraishi was very proactive. He left with a Steel Tempest and returned at the same second, carrying a basin of water and a towel. He wet the towel and wanted to help her wipe herself clean.
"Idiot, you idiot! I can wipe it myself, turn around."
Soi Fon's face turned even redder.
Even though the two had a physical relationship, it didn't mean she was completely free of psychological barriers, allowing Shiraishi to freely admire every aspect of her body.
Helpless, Shiraishi put down the basin and towel, turned around, and listened to the pattering water and the sound of the towel wiping, a picture forming in his mind.
He quickly patted his cheeks, trying not to think about those things. His heart filled with longing again; " Kūkaku is the best," he thought.
From this point onward, the discussion will focus on sequence, not days.
Alas, it's pitiful that such a mighty man has no opportunity to use his talents.
Lost in thought, he heard Soi Fon's voice behind him, "Alright, you can turn around now."
Shiraishi turned around, and a towel flew towards him. He instinctively grabbed it and used it to cover his vital parts.
The mountaintop under the moon.
Soi Fon dressed in Xing Zhan's outfit, wearing a Captain's Haori over her coat and a gold belt around her waist. Her delicate, small face tried to project a tense, cold expression.
Unfortunately, the blush was too hot, always able to melt away the coldness and silence.
"What are you looking at!" she shouted fiercely, emphasizing, "Don't think you can get away with this just because of one incident. Let me tell you, this was an accident, an accident!"
Secondly, it's me sleeping with you, not you sleeping with me. You need to understand that!
Once dressed, Soi Fon appeared much more assertive, completely shedding her previous image of weakness and tearful vulnerability.
Shiraishi smiled broadly and said, "Okay, whatever you say. Can I sleep with you again tomorrow?"
"Well, it depends. I'll sleep if I want to, and I won't if I don't."
Soi Fon coughed lightly and said with a straight face, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to train first."
You'd better get some rest tonight.
"Stop nagging, it's just a minor injury."
Soi Fon answered defiantly.
There was only a tiny bit of blood, not even half a bucket, so it probably wasn't anything serious.
She persisted in her training, refusing to slacken, determined to become stronger.
Unlike Shiraishi, she couldn't find time to slack off and practice while at work.
"Okay, you go first, I'll take care of things here."
Shiraishi stepped forward and bit her cherry-like lips.
Soi Fon's face turned even redder. She glanced at him and Shunpo to return to the Second Division.
That glance was like ripples on autumn waves.
Shiraishi's mood returned to that of mid-summer, becoming restless. The towel quickly bulged. "I'm going to take a shower first."
With a Steel Tempest, he arrived at a deserted lake.
The night is quiet, and the moon is reflected in the water.
The evening breeze rustled the leaves in the forest.
He plunged into the lake; the water was icy cold, and fish swam around in large groups.
Shiraishi became interested and chased after the school of fish, startling them into scattering.
He reached out and grabbed one, then let it go, then grabbed another, having a great time.
After a long while, he emerged from the lake, walked ashore, and saw the woods. "Ahhh~"
Shiraishi shouted wildly as he burst into the dark forest, running aimlessly until the water droplets disappeared from his body.
He returned to the mountaintop, put on his Shihakushō and Captain's Haori, and began cleaning up the scene, throwing the trash into the centralized recycling station.
The barbecue grill, small table, water basin, and towels were returned to the captain's room in the Tenth Division barracks.
After finishing these tasks, Shiraishi lit a lamp, turned around, and asked, " Byakuya, is there something you need from me?"
Byakuya Kuchiki stood at the doorway, still as meticulous as ever, his expression aloof as he asked, "When did we become good friends?"
Shiraishi was surprised that Rukia actually went to confront Byakuya Kuchiki, laughing, "Didn't we fight side-by-side against the Mad King Munemasa? We've been through thick and thin together."
"Ridiculous, that kind of thing doesn't even count."
Byakuya Kuchiki's face was cold.
Shiraishi said with a smile, "But you didn't explain the situation to Rukia."
Byakuya Kuchiki remained silent.
Recalling the gleam in Rukia asked him the question, he feared that if he answered incorrectly, that gleam would vanish, and he was forced to admit that he had a close friend named Shiraishi.
What did you say to Rukia?
That was the main reason he went to inquire.
From the Kaien Shiba, that rude fellow who didn't seem like a nobleman, died, Rukia's eyes lost their sparkle.
He was very curious about how Shiraishi had restored the brilliance to Rukia's eyes.
Shiraishi stroked his chin and joked, "Perhaps I should call you brother-in-law from now on."
"?!" Byakuya Kuchiki's icy expression crumbled, replaced by shock.