Then came the shock—overwhelming, staggering shock.
Renji stared at Kishibe, his mouth opening as if to speak, but too many questions surged forward at once, tangling on his tongue and leaving him speechless.
Kishibe wasn't impatient. She simply watched Renji, her expression unchanging.
Renji took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully sorted through the whirlwind in his mind. He organized his thoughts, opened his eyes, and let the questions pour out all at once.
"You… you know about the existence of Japan as a country? And you know there should be other cities? Other countries? How do you know? What else do you know that others don't? Where did the other cities go? What about other countries? Is this place isolated? Why are people trapped in these two cities? Was it done deliberately? Who did it?"
He blurted everything out in one breath, yet he felt it wasn't enough—there were still so many questions he hadn't voiced, thoughts he couldn't grasp in the moment.
But even so, Renji felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his chest, like sunlight breaking through dense clouds. He truly hadn't expected Kishibe to know this much!
His heart began to pound uncontrollably. He stared intently into Kishibe's round eyes, anticipating her response, waiting for her answer.
Kishibe listened in silence. After Renji finished, she shook her head. Seeing his reaction, she spoke slowly, deliberately enunciating each word.
"I. Can't. Say. And. I. Won't. Say."
Renji looked at Kishibe. Kishibe looked back at him. A long moment passed. Renji's lips moved, his face flushed as if he wanted to speak, but no words came. Finally, he uttered two drawn-out syllables, heavy with defeat.
"Damn… it…"
He sighed again.
"Alright… fine. Let's go back to what we were talking about. Nostradamus's Great Prophecy. The King of Terror descends in one year and wipes out humanity. So… what does that have to do with you wanting my dick? And insisting I cut it off and give it to you? Is there… some connection?"
"My ultimate goal is to save all of humanity. But strictly speaking, it's to save the delicacies humanity has created. If all humans die, delicacies cease to exist—Japanese sushi, Chinese cuisine, American barbecue, and so on. For that, Renji, your dick is essential."
In front of Renji, Kishibe raised her right hand, thumb and forefinger forming a circle, while her other three fingers curled back. Then she raised her left hand, made a fist, and extended her index finger.
She brought her hands together.
Her left index finger slid straight into the circle formed by her right hand, disappearing inside.
She pulled it out, made it reappear, then inserted it again, disappearing once more. She repeated this motion several times, all while speaking aloud.
"My plan is to cut off your dick, turn it into a toy, and when the King of Terror descends, use your dick-toy to go up and impale her to death."
Renji froze. He raised a hand, wanting to speak, his lips parting slightly—but no sound emerged. He was utterly speechless, completely at a loss. He lowered his hand again.
This time, Renji couldn't even organize his thoughts. His linguistic functions seemed to have short-circuited—no, not short-circuited. His brain had been shattered by Kishibe's words.
His mind was chaos, completely unable to process what she had just said. Her words seemed to come from another dimension, utterly disconnected from any logic he knew.
"You…"
He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. He felt an unprecedented frustration.
And a sense of absurdity—Renji didn't know why, but he suddenly felt the urge to laugh.
He began to laugh.
He laughed for a long time, clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face, laughing until he could barely breathe before finally stopping.
Something within him seemed to settle. He could think clearly again.
He spoke.
"Impale the King of Terror to death… with my dick… Can something like that… can that even be done? Doesn't it sound a little… too fantastical?"
Kishibe nodded.
"It can be done. A toy made from your dick can do it. This is absolute, Renji. You are the only male in this world. The female-targeting power within your body is even stronger than you imagine—incomparably powerful. It is beyond this world."
"As long as a being possesses the concept of 'female,' no matter who she is, she will never forget it after briefly touching your divine form. If skin contact exceeds three seconds, she will experience an on-the-spot climax, releasing a gush of fluid—let alone if they were to come into contact with your male aspect, your length."
Renji's face flushed slightly. He waved a hand, signaling Kishibe to stop talking about that particular subject.
"However, to be more precise, it's not about impaling her to death. It's about continuously thrusting into her, making her lose and regain consciousness over and over. Your length would continuously shut down and restart her mind.
"Think of it like a machine. If this goes on, the internal wiring will burn out. You can think of the wiring as a human's neural pathways—meaning she'd be pleasured to death. That process would probably take about five days."
Renji remembered something else and asked,
"What about… Makima? Does she… know about this? Since it's Nostradamus's Great Prophecy that will wipe out humanity?"
Kishibe nodded again.
"She knows."
"And what did she say? By the way, you're her older sister, right? Have the two of you discussed it?"
"I'm surprised you know that. We have talked. But she didn't tell me anything. Instead, she verbally threatened to kill me. Because…"
As she spoke, Kishibe suddenly stopped. Her mouth remained slightly open, her expression completely unchanged.
Renji assumed she was thinking. After a moment, Kishibe moved again and corrected herself.
"Ah, no. It wasn't just a verbal threat. My younger sister explicitly stated that she will kill me in the future. The descent of the King of Terror is only a secondary concern to her. To her, there are things more important than the extinction of all humanity."
"I… I see…"
Renji nodded slowly, then ventured cautiously,
"Can I ask… what could be more important than the extinction of all humanity?"
Kishibe simply looked at Renji, then shook her head expressionlessly.
"I can't say. Because I don't intend to completely sever my relationship with my younger sister just yet."
Renji felt a sudden, inexplicable headache coming on. For some reason, talking to Kishibe left him with a deep sense of exhaustion.
"Alright, well… this doesn't seem that difficult, and it doesn't necessarily require cutting off my… length, right? Can't we just cooperate? I can help you, can't I? Then you wouldn't have to bother personally… dealing with the King of Terror. I could go myself, right?
"I'll help you handle the King of Terror who appears in a year. I'll… take care of her. Actually, I'm quite enthusiastic about this. I'll cooperate with you very well. Okay?"
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