"W-Wow! Captain Unohana is so passionate!"
Yoruichi's face was flushed as she blurted out in surprise.
It was her first time seeing Unohana look this gentle—and her first time seeing tenderness like this in such a scene.
The two of them stood atop a blood-formed pool, bodies stained crimson as they clung to each other in a heated embrace.
How on earth did these two usually get along?
Soi fong's cheeks were faintly red. The desire she hadn't been able to satisfy earlier left her restless, and she couldn't help muttering under her breath.
"These two… did they forget we're still here!?"
Even so, she had no intention of stepping in—going over there now might just get her cut by Unohana.
But Rukia couldn't sit still anymore. Her face burning red, she glared viciously at the two who were kissing.
"You two—stop it. Now."
Cole had been missing for so long, and the first thing he did after coming back wasn't to comfort her, his official girlfriend—he was kissing Captain Unohana instead!?
Were mature, full-bodied big sisters really that great?
With that thought, Rukia strode across the blood pool, extending her right hand as cold frost gathered.
"Sode no Shirayuki, come back!"
The pure-white Sode no Shirayuki, which Cole had thrust into the blood pool earlier, seemed to respond to a summons and flew straight into Rukia's grip.
An even more bone-chilling cold erupted.
With a single slash—
A blood-red ice scar split across the pool's surface.
And as Rukia advanced, every step she took left a blood-red icy footprint on the pool.
An ice-and-blood path formed beneath her feet.
But Unohana had no intention of letting go. She lunged forward, pressing Cole down against the pool's surface, her voice low and urgent.
"Cole-kun… love me."
Seeing Unohana acting so shamelessly on top of him, Rukia swung her blade in anger.
"Captain Unohana—give Cole back to me!"
A thin ice-blood mark appeared across Unohana's back, but a wound at that level only added a new spark of stimulation for her.
Rukia was furious.
She wanted to keep swinging—
But she also couldn't bring herself to keep cutting Unohana.
That woman clearly wasn't letting go.
Pain was nothing but seasoning to her.
But if she didn't cut…
Were these two really going to put on a live show right in front of her!?
Just as Rukia hesitated, Unohana—flushed to the extreme—smiled softly and reached out, gently grasping Rukia's wrist.
"Rukia-chan… I haven't seen Cole for so long. Please… just this once, okay?"
Faced with that gentle, pleading voice, Rukia's face reddened even more. She didn't know how to refuse.
Before meeting Cole, Unohana had always been the symbol of kindness in Soul Society.
Rukia had been cared for by her, too.
But—
How could she possibly agree to something like this?
Rukia was still wavering when—
Unohana's expression softened further, her breathing turning unsteady, and her grip on Rukia's wrist tightened slightly.
A moment later, Unohana's strength seemed to melt away, her gaze hazy as her pale body slackened against Cole.
Rukia's face went scarlet.
She hadn't expected Captain Unohana to be… that quick.
When Rukia reached out to pull Unohana away, Unohana's eyes curved with amusement. With a gentle tug, she pulled Rukia off balance and toppled her down, pressing her lightly beneath her.
Rukia yelped, face blazing, trying to push away the soft weight on top of her.
"Captain Unohana—p-please get up! You're on top of me…"
Instead of getting up, Unohana wrapped an arm around Rukia's neck in a warm, coaxing hug.
"Rukia… forgive me, okay? One time isn't enough. Let me stay with Cole a little longer."
Rukia's face felt like it was going to catch fire.
So big.
So soft.
No wonder Cole liked mature big sisters—this kind of softness could bury a person.
As Rukia squirmed in embarrassment, Cole stood up.
His gaze fell on Unohana's pale figure hovering over Rukia, and he swallowed.
...
Rukia finally spotted Cole properly again. She hurriedly covered her chest, face scarlet, and gritted her teeth at him.
"You bad kid—turn around! I'm never talking to you again!"
That awful brat—he and Captain Unohana had bullied her together and pinned her down for ages.
Cole just smiled, gently taking hold of Rukia's ankle and rubbing it lightly.
"Rukia, don't ignore me. While I was in the Wandenreich, I thought about you every single moment."
"Liar! If you missed me so much, why didn't you come back sooner—w-wait, don't let your hand climb up!"
Rukia tried to stop him with a red face, but that shameless brat simply pulled her into his arms.
After a light kiss, Rukia's whole body went weak, all resistance melting away.
She could only cover her cheeks shyly, voice trembling.
"Cole… you jerk…"
"…"
"Gulp…"
Yoruichi swallowed unconsciously, her body burning hot—yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the blood pool.
She couldn't help saying, "That brat Cole… looks like he's completely captured Captain Unohana's heart."
Yoruichi understood Unohana a little.
She looked gentle, but she was actually domineering—her true nature was still the same "great villain" from a thousand years ago.
If she set her eyes on something, she would snatch it no matter the cost.
And yet, even though Unohana's heart was clearly in motion, she still hadn't tried to monopolize Cole.
That alone showed how heavy Cole's weight was in her heart.
Thinking that, Yoruichi swallowed again and turned toward Soi fong.
"Soi fong… we should probably go back now."
The longer she watched, the more wrong her body felt—limp all over, and a certain kind of desire stirring.
"Yes, Lady Yoruichi… we should go home…"
A dreamy voice came from beside her.
Yoruichi sucked in a cold breath.
Not just because of the voice—
But because of the hand that had crept up at some point and grabbed her.
Soi fong's face was flushed, eyes dazed with fixation as she stared at Yoruichi. She even pulled out a length of rope.
"Lady Yoruichi… let's go home and do it too."
She yanked the rope tight and flung it toward Yoruichi, trying to wrap her up and "catch the cat."
Yoruichi instantly bristled.
She'd been so focused on watching Cole that she'd completely forgotten about her rebellious disciple.
She bolted, panicking as she spoke.
"Soi fong, calm down! Don't lose it just because you saw something like that. You swore you'd protect me properly!"
There was no way she could go with Soi fong.
She'd be imprisoned by that disciple for sure.
And she had things to do—she needed to leave Soul Society quickly and return to the Wandenreich, to deal with the Quincy race's internal split.
She didn't have time to waste here.
So the two of them circled the blood pool—one chasing, one fleeing.
A bit later…
Beside the vacant-eyed Unohana, two more soft bodies appeared—Rukia and Sode no Shirayuki.
Cole licked his lips, still unsatisfied, and turned his gaze toward Yoruichi and Soi fong.
"Yoruichi… Soi fong…"
The two women being stared at immediately flushed red.
No way—were they really that weak? Three of them still hadn't satisfied him?
Or was Cole's body just that strong!?
Yoruichi's face burned as she involuntarily imagined the scene of Cole bullying her.
Yeah…
This brat was strong.
Strong enough to make her let out cat-like sounds.
Yoruichi hurriedly shook her head, trying to fling the thoughts away, then looked miserably at Cole and Soi fong.
It was over.
A wolf in front, a tiger behind—could she even escape today?
Seizing the moment, Soi fong wrapped her arms around Yoruichi's waist, face flushed as she bared her teeth at Cole.
"That brat—Lady Yoruichi is mine. I'm not sharing her with you."
Yoruichi was furious.
She was a person, not a doll to be handed around.
Facing Soi fong's possessiveness, Cole smiled and pounced forward, pulling both women into his arms.
"Right, right, Yoruichi is yours… but you two are both mine. Today, neither of you is running."
Both women let out startled cries.
"…"
Outside the crimson space—
Most of the captains had already left.
Only Yachiru remained, hopping out of Squad Four while dragging Kenpachi by the leg, his entire body covered in blood.
Passing by the crimson space, Yachiru couldn't help sighing.
"Cole's so pitiful… inside that crimson space, he's definitely getting beaten all over the place by Big Yachiru, right!?"
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up. She spotted Isane outside the crimson space, her face flushed, and happily waved.
"Little Tiger! You're here! Hurry and heal Little Ken-chan, okay?"
Isane snapped back to her senses, saw Kenpachi covered in blood, and hurriedly nodded, face burning.
"Y-yes, I got it!"
While Isane treated Kenpachi, Yachiru squatted beside her, poking at the crimson space as she spoke.
"Little Tiger, are you worried about Cole too!? Their fighting in there must be super intense!"
Isane's face turned even redder. She couldn't help recalling what she'd witnessed before.
"It… it should be intense…"
She swallowed shyly in her heart.
"…Just probably a different kind of intense."
Time flew.
Soul Society quickly reached night.
Normally, there would always be Shinigami stationed on guard near Squad Four's entrance.
But today, Isane deliberately sent the sentries away—
And stood guard here herself.
She kept watching for anyone nearby, and from time to time she stole glances toward the crimson space, face flushed as she whispered.
"Why aren't they coming out… is that man's body really that strong…?"
It wasn't until deep into the night in Seireitei—moon high, countless stars scattered, pale moonlight spilling over the ground—
That a figure finally appeared outside the crimson space.
"Isane… Isane…"
Hearing her name called softly, Isane tensed and looked over at once.
"Who's there!?"
The moment she saw—
Her cheeks instantly turned red. She hurriedly covered her eyes with both hands and squeaked in embarrassment.
"C-Cole! W-where are your clothes!?"
Cole spread his hands helplessly.
"You know your captain's personality. How could she possibly leave me any clothes?"
Then he lowered his voice.
"Isane, go get me a few sets of clothes—don't let anyone see."
Isane's little face was bright red. She quickly tossed her own shihakusho to Cole.
"Take mine!"
Cole sighed. "One set isn't enough."
Only then did Isane remember—there was also her captain. Her face burning, she hurried toward the barracks.
"O-one underlayer and one outfit, right!?"
"Uh… bring six sets."
Cole said it awkwardly.
Isane stumbled mid-step, almost falling. Her already-red cheeks turned even redder.
She steadied herself, then turned back, staring at Cole in disbelief.
"S-six sets!?"
"Yeah."
Cole nodded.
One for him, one for Rukia, one for Sode no Shirayuki, one for Unohana, one for Yoruichi, and one for Soi fong.
That made six.
Isane immediately thought of the other women. Face burning, she dashed into the barracks.
A few minutes later, she ran back carrying several white bed sheets.
"There aren't that many clothes left… but these sheets are new. Use them for now."
Isane's cheeks were red as she handed the sheets to Cole. Cole didn't complain—he grabbed them and ran back.
A few minutes after that—
The crimson space vanished.
Cole appeared, carrying several figures wrapped in white sheets. In a flicker of movement, he disappeared into the night sky over Seireitei.
Seeing that, Isane's face was so red it spread all the way to her ears.
"No way… even Lady Yoruichi too…"
(End of Chapter)
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