The system notifications in Renji's mind began to chime incessantly, all reporting Kishibe's "craving" emotional state. It popped up more than three times in a row!
There's hope!
Kishibe is the Hunger Devil! And she's female! She is perpetually hungry! Eating is her fundamental nature! She cannot refuse this "white seed curry" made primarily from Renji's essence!
"How about it?! My idea is pretty good, right?! It perfectly resolves the conflict between us! Now we can cooperate, yes?!"
Kishibe shook her head.
"No."
"You… you… I…"
Renji stammered, then fell silent, the excitement deflating from him. To be honest, if Kishibe had agreed, he would have been quite excited himself.
Using his essence as the main ingredient, mixed with various other components, and finally making curry or porridge for Kishibe to eat… It was somewhat like…
Like certain heavy-themed galgames from the modern world.
"Since you don't agree, there's nothing more to say."
A flash of golden light—the Role-Playing Transformation System activated. Silver-white armor clad his body. Renji adopted an imperious sitting posture, looking at Kishibe across from him.
"No matter what, I am not cutting off my… length for you. I will also deal with the King of Terror who descends in a year. As for you…"
The Clothesline Pole materialized in his hand and swung viciously toward Kishibe's neck. The rush of air from its movement flattened her beautiful hair against the pole's surface.
"You only have two choices. According to you, either you'll never eat delicious food again, or you'll survive by drinking my essence from now on. If you choose the second option, I'll find a way to keep you from starving, and I'll also develop more delicious recipes for… porridge."
Although Kishibe is a Devil, based on Renji's previous observations, her physical durability is extremely fragile. A light swing of the Clothesline Pole would easily sever her head.
Kishibe calmly glanced at the cold, gleaming pole resting beside her neck. Not a trace of fear appeared on her delicate face. She simply let out a soft sigh.
"Sigh… In that case, I'll take another step back. How about this, Renji? As long as you cut off your… length for me, and when Makima does to you…"
—Splurt!—
Suddenly, a stream of warm red liquid shot from Kishibe's nostrils. It was a vivid, shocking nosebleed, gushing out as if a dam had burst.
Kishibe's words cut off. The blood quickly stained her clothes and the table in front of her.
She raised a hand to touch it, realized it was blood, and hurriedly tried to stanch the flow with both hands—but it was useless.
"It seems my dear sister has reacted…"
Before she could finish, Renji saw Kishibe's head begin to deform inward. Her body started to twist as well, as if in the darkness, a pair of immense, invisible hands were forcefully squeezing her.
Then came a loud BANG!
Kishibe's body, like an over-kneaded rubber toy, finally gave way under the tremendous external pressure and exploded outward.
Flesh and bone were crushed into fragments, mingled with blood, spraying everywhere. The two-meter radius where Kishibe had been sitting was completely painted red.
A golden light flashed, and Renji exited his transformed state. He wiped Kishibe's blood from his face with his sleeve.
"Well, that's one less thing to worry about later."
Kishibe is one of the Four Horsemen, after all. It's impossible for her to die so simply. Renji was 100% certain of that.
"Coo… coo… coo coo…"
Renji looked out the window. His gaze fixed on a black pigeon that had, unnoticed, alighted on the balcony outside. Its small head bobbed up and down, cooing softly, seemingly very interested in the events inside the room.
"As I thought… Makima did this."
Renji kept the thought to himself; he didn't speak it aloud.
Makima—also one of the Four Horsemen, the Control Devil—is Kishibe's younger sister in their hierarchy.
Her ability is control. She can control "any being she subjectively considers inferior." Those controlled will obey her completely, and in turn, Makima can fully utilize their abilities.
Humans, of course. But she could also listen in on conversations by controlling the ears of low-level animals—rats, birds. Through the pigeon outside the window, Makima had been listening to their entire exchange.
"When Makima, she does to you…"
That was the last half-sentence Kishibe had spoken to Renji. He replayed it in his mind before finally leaving the room.
Returning to the corridor, he saw the Teacher Devil still embedded in the wall, frozen in that compromising position. The seed from earlier had mostly dripped out, leaving only a slick, translucent fluid glistening around her entrance.
The fluid stretched in long, viscous strings, slowly dripping down to soak into the carpet below, mingling with the thick, coagulated puddles already there.
Those two full, rounded curves pressed against the wall like twin mountains.
With a sigh, Renji decided he should clean up. It was too conspicuous otherwise. But before he did, another thought occurred to him. He walked over and crouched beside the mess.
He studied the pooled release, bubbles forming and popping softly on its surface, and tried to estimate the volume in his head.
"Is it just my imagination? Why does it feel like… what I've been releasing lately is way more than 460 milliliters? And it's thicker, too."
"Speaking of which… my length is getting more and more exaggerated. It's already close to 30 centimeters. Has it grown again? Seems like I need to measure it again secretly sometime."
—Splurt!!!—
...
Renji looked up at the Teacher Devil's entrance beside him. It pulsed softly, opening and closing like a small mouth, the faint, pinkish aperture visible within. Another small gush of fluid escaped.
Right before his eyes, the Teacher Devil climaxed once more. He suddenly remembered Kishibe saying she'd give the Teacher Devil to him.
"I remember Kishibe said you could turn into a piece of meat. Hey, can you hear me? Can you turn back into a piece of meat now?"
The words actually had an effect. The Teacher Devil's lower body began to slowly shrink, her flesh contracting inward. The two small holes above, where her arms had been, sealed themselves, vanishing back into the wall.
Finally, with a soft plop, the Teacher Devil transformed into a medium-sized, irregularly shaped object and dropped onto the carpet below.
Renji picked it up. The object the Teacher Devil had become was about the size of a regular cup, nearly 20 centimeters long, soft, and surprisingly weighty.
"This thing… this isn't the 'piece of meat' you promised, is it?"
Renji turned the object over in his hands. It definitely wasn't the kind of raw meat Kishibe had been holding earlier. It was more like a…
More like a miniature…
Fleshlight.
This thing was absolutely a fleshlight! No matter how he looked at it, that's what it was!
Just one—a flesh-colored toy, about the size of a figurine.
The overall shape of the Teacher Devil fleshlight was identical to those in the modern world, but the texture was different.
The feel of this Teacher Devil fleshlight… was exactly the same as the Teacher Devil's own skin. Renji could tell with one touch.
However, unlike modern versions, this Teacher Devil fleshlight had the Teacher Devil's face molded into its upper portion.
Because the entire toy was flesh-toned, the face was also in flesh tones. Yet every detail was perfectly replicated—the contours of her features, even that subtle, haughty expression she always wore.
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