"I'm back! I've brought two emergency patients, so prepare for intake immediately!"
"Captain?! W-Welcome bac— wait, emergency patients?!"
I made it back to the Fourth Division while still carrying the three humans. To the nearby squad members, it looked like their captain had returned with three people in tow, so it wasn't surprising they were startled. After all, with one on each shoulder and one on my back, it was only natural for them to be confused and wonder, 'How did it even come to this?!'
"Both of them are immobilized by Captain Kurotsuchi's poison, so we need to analyze it first. We'll perform detoxification in parallel with that. Prepare the treatment room!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Confusion aside, they are specialists in medical treatment. As soon as I gave the orders, they sprang into action.
"Um, could you let me heal Ishida-kun?"
A hesitant voice drifted from my back. Now that she mentioned it, that was right. She could use a recovery technique... wait. Didn't Aizen say somewhere that it wasn't actually recovery? Where was that again?
Well, regardless of whether Orihime-san can heal or not, my answer for right now is already decided.
"Orihime-san, can you use Kaido? The thing is, you are currently a Ryoka. I naturally can't accept your help, nor can I allow you to take any independent action."
"No way..."
"I'm sorry, but please bear with it."
Technically, she's still a suspect. From my position, there's no way I could say, 'Okay! Then go ahead and heal everyone!!' at this point.
Though, her ability is 'Rejection of Phenomena' or something similar that even surprised Aizen. If I asked her, she could probably fix the injuries and the poison in an instant—
[My Lord?]
'What is it, Nubatama? Did something happen?'
[You just casually spoke the correct answer just now...]
'...Ah!! That's right! Rejection of Phenomena!! What a terrifyingly powerful ability!'
"Captain! Preparations are complete!"
"Understood. I'll begin the procedure immediately! One is Vice-Captain Nemu of the Twelfth Division, and the other is the Ryoka in question. We will definitely save them!"
Oh, time's up. I need to switch my brain over and focus on the treatment now.
"Also, this girl is a Ryoka as well, so place her under guard. However, rough handling is strictly forbidden! Is there a girl available with free hands? I'll leave the rest to you!"
"Yes, yes!! In that case, I'll look after her!"
Before I knew it, Momo had arrived. ...Well, that's fine. I have a feeling they'll get along well enough.
"Then I'm leaving it to you. Everyone else, assist with the procedure!"
With that, I began the treatment for Ishida-kun and Vice-Captain Nemu—honestly, that title is getting tedious—I mean, Nemu-san.
The treatment was, of course, a success.
Since I took samples of the poison from Ashisogi Jizo—considering Captain Kurotsuchi probably changes the components every time—I should be able to create a medicine that can at least alleviate the symptoms. With this, even if a comrade is stabbed in the future, we should be able to manage.
The external wounds were also healed perfectly. And so—
"Vice-Captain Nemu, how are you feeling?"
"Captain Yukawa, thank you. Thanks to everyone's efforts, my physical functions have fully recovered."
I interviewed Nemu-san as she lay on the bed in a private room. From the look of it, she truly has made a full recovery. Her complexion is good, and I've treated all of her wounds.
"I see, that's good to hear... however, would you mind if I examined you just a little bit more?"
"An examination... is it? But I have already recovered. I wish to return to the Twelfth Division as quickly as possible..."
"But Vice-Captain Nemu, you were created by Captain Kurotsuchi using Gigai technology, right? So there might be parts of you that differ from a normal Soul Reaper. Besides, a situation might arise again where the Fourth Division has to treat you instead of the Twelfth. To ensure we can treat you properly when that happens, I want to investigate as much as possible, so just a little longer... okay?"
I had my plausible excuse ready. ...Well, rather than 'plausible,' it's actually a solid reason. It's true that I want to collect data and such.
"I see... that certainly makes sense. However, I must report that my body is constantly being improved by Mayuri-sama, so it is unclear how long the data will remain valid. Additionally, I will cooperate only on the condition that it is within possible limits. If that is acceptable, I will assist you."
Yes! I got her agreement!!
"Of course, your convenience takes priority, no problem at all."
"Understood. Then, to begin, what should I do? My apologies, but please provide instructions."
The moment she said that, she asked me flatly with expressionless eyes... she's so obedient and pure. What is this feeling...? I'm starting to feel like I'm doing something very wicked...
"Then, could you first take off your clothes? I want to check your skin surface and muscle tissue."
"Understood."
No sooner had I said it than she began undressing in an instant. Nemu-san wasn't wearing a Shihakusho right now, but a patient's gown—basically just a yukata-like garment—but either way, she had zero hesitation. It was like the way a small child pulls everything off at once; her sense of shame seemed thin... or given her origins, should I say she's convinced that having such emotions is simply pointless for her? Since she doesn't act awkwardly or turn red, I'm the one who ends up feeling a bit embarrassed.
"How is this?"
Even if she lacks shame, her body is definitely that of an adult. And it's a magnificent body at that, overflowing with sexual appeal, which makes things difficult. In the blink of an eye, Nemu-san was completely naked, and really... just, really!
Her skin is as white as porcelain, yet she's quite well-fleshed overall. Her Shihakusho usually looks like a miniskirt, making her plump thighs stand out, but seeing them like this, they're even more dazzling. The line from her waist to her buttocks and down to her legs... the contrast between the slender and the soft is perfect. I could easily stare at her for an hour... no, that's impossible. I'd definitely lose my self-control midway. She's that attractive. Her chest is heavy and substantial in texture, yet radiates a soft, fresh presence. Despite being naked, they don't lose their shape at all; they stay perky, defying gravity. They look like they're packed with substance.
"Incredible..."
...I unintentionally swallowed hard. Just by looking, I can tell... Captain Kurotsuchi poured the height of his technology into creating her.
"Well then, I'm going to touch you, okay?"
"Please do."
Gently, I started from her shoulders and around her arms. Then, I moved from her fingertips to her waist in order.
...Wow, this is really amazing.
The sensation of touching her is like a baby's skin. It's squishy, soft, and smooth. Since she doesn't have a tan, there's no pigmentation... does she perhaps not even have peach fuzz? She said earlier that 'Captain Kurotsuchi is constantly improving her body,' so maybe that's why? He makes sure she's always the latest, brand-new version.
"It's so soft, yet there's high-quality muscle underneath. Your body is truly amazing, Nemu-san..."
"Yes. However, my body is something Mayuri-sama prepared for me. Therefore, please convey that evaluation to Mayuri-sama."
I accidentally let that slip out loud, but she denied it, saying that she wasn't the one to be praised, but rather Captain Kurotsuchi. Well, I suppose this is a sign of their mutual trust... maybe?
"Is it okay if I touch your legs a bit more?"
"I do not mind."
"Then, could you lie down? It'll be easier that way."
"Understood."
Because there isn't much inflection in Nemu-san's voice, the exchange felt rather businesslike, but she still lay down for me. ...Yeah, how do I put it... it looks like a scene of a patient just before surgery...
"Here I go..."
Feeling a bit hesitant, I stretched my fingers from her waist toward her thighs.
"..."
The fact that she was unresponsive when touched was a little bor— ahem! It's nothing. These thighs are something else... as I gently stroked her plump legs, my heart started pounding. Remembering the techniques from when I do massages, I moved slowly. Consciously and gradually increasing the pressure, I made my finger movements steadily bolder.
"...!"
After stroking her a few times, I heard a faint breath escape Nemu-san's lips.
"M-My apologies..."
Oh? It seems she let that out unconsciously. She had been expressionless until now, but her cheeks were now tinged with a faint red, and her voice caught for a moment. Hehe... this is probably...
"It's fine, it's fine. Besides, I'm the one asking to investigate, so I don't mind if you move a little."
"B-But, that... nnh...!"
Yeah, I'm starting to understand.
This is like that thing where if you rub a child's shoulders, they find it ticklish. Physically, her body is maintained to stay at its peak, and on top of that—I suspect—she isn't used to this kind of stimulation. I can't imagine that Captain Kurotsuchi would ever do something like this. That's why she can't quite endure it, yet because she thinks she mustn't move during an investigation, she's having this cute reaction.
"N-No...! That... sort of...! S-Stop... ah...!"
I slowly and steadily stroked around her inner thighs and waist. Nemu-san desperately tried to maintain her composure, but her spine shivered repeatedly as she whispered breathlessly. Her skin, which had felt white and almost cold, gradually began to hold heat from deep within, staining a pale cherry-blossom pink.
"The area around your stomach is impressive too. The abdominal muscles especially."
"Hi...!?"
When I lightly tickled her flank, she arched her back like a bow. Seizing the opportunity, I kept one hand tickling her flank while sliding the other hand underneath her back.
"U-Um...! Th-That...! Hya... nnh...!!"
At the same time as her stomach, I stroked along her spine. It seemed the simultaneous ticklishness from her back and stomach was too much, and Nemu-san was rapidly losing her composure.
"P-Please... I beg of you! Stop! ...Ah, ugh!!"
She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, trying her best to endure. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she tried to grit her teeth to keep from making a sound, but she couldn't hold it back. Because she's usually expressionless like a doll, she looks many times cuter than other girls.
"Ah, was your back no good?"
"Ah... hah... n-no... it's not that... hah... specifically... but... that... my... apologies..."
Once I stopped my hand movements, she looked at me apologetically while taking shallow breaths. She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and with her moist eyes looking like she was pleading, it made me feel a thrill.
"Then, let's try a different spot."
"As I said! Please listen to... my...!! ...!!"
Since the back seemed to be a no-go, next were the buttocks.
Wow, these are incredible too. her wide, child-bearing hips are well-fleshed and, combined with the state of her skin, are packed with allure. Even with just a little strength, my fingers sank right in, yet deep down there was a bounciness that pushed back.
"Was the rear no good either? I wanted to check the muscle movement from your legs to your waist."
"My... apolo... gah! B-But...! Nnh!! It's not... th-that... specifically... nnnnnnh!!"
She definitely hasn't had her buttocks grabbed like this before. The amount of sweat pouring from her body increased, and a faint scent—a unique body odor—began to waft through the room, which is when I noticed.
Until now, I hadn't smelled anything from Nemu-san. Likely, she was created to have almost zero body odor. It was only by working up a sweat that the scent finally became noticeable... that's my guess. Was making her odorless perhaps Captain Kurotsuchi's preference?
I'd love to shove my face right between her legs and sniff her, but I should probably restrain myself.
Instead—
"Then it's okay, right?"
"!!!!!!!!"
I slid the hand that had been stroking her flank and waist down to her lower abdomen and pushed in a bit firmly. Even for an artificial Soul Reaper, surely she wouldn't have reproductive functions—
...Oh, she does have them. I remembered.
I'm sure there was a depiction of something like 'childbirth' when she was fighting someone. That means... Nemu-san has those internal organs too... Is Captain Kurotsuchi amazing for building her so perfectly, or is the manga artist amazing for wrapping such a fetish in the thin veil of an 'ability'?
A-Anyway!
Being stimulated in the uterus through the lower abdomen finally made her let out a voiceless cry.
"Hi...! Hah... a-ah...! Wh-What... is this...?"
"Did I make it hurt?"
"N-No... that's not... it... just... please... no more... forbidden... protocol..."
Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, and her waist trembled minutely as if unconsciously inviting me. While her mind was likely confused by the first stimulation it had ever felt, Nemu-san still managed to squeeze out the words. However, it seemed she had judged that touching her internal organs was unacceptable. She called it a forbidden protocol. So, I can't go any further there.
"I see, then let's go here."
"Ah, wait... aaah!?"
Now that she's a bit confused, this is my chance. When I grabbed both of her breasts with my hands, another cute scream escaped Nemu-san's mouth.
"Your breasts are so large, Nemu-san, yet they move so well. Did Captain Kurotsuchi teach you some kind of special way to move?"
"N-No...! Th-That's, not particularly... hah!!"
I continued to knead her breasts thoroughly. Even though they were almost too large for both hands to hold, they were incredibly soft and full of elasticity. Both sides were equal in size; they looked like fruit you'd want to suck on just by looking at them. Yet, they hold the incredible secret of belonging to an immature internal persona.
Nemu-san, who faithfully replied even while bewildered by the new stimulation, was very endearing. The large mounds in my hands trembled as if pleading in insecurity, and their tips—the palest cherry-blossom pink I've ever seen—asserted themselves cutely.
"Then is it just natural athletic ability? I had a hard time with mine back in the day, so I'm jealous."
"Hi... ah, ugh... nnh... i-is... that... so...?"
With a light squeeze, the masses in my hands changed shape cutely, and Nemu-san showed a reaction just as adorable. Her cheeks were already dyed a deep ruby red, and her expression was melting with confusion and pleasure. There was no trace of the usual expressionless Nemu-san left. The mounds in my hands pleaded more strongly than before, their pink hue turning darker.
"Yeah, that should about do it. Thank you, that was very helpful."
"Fu... ah...?"
After one more round of kneading as if stroking the whole area, I let go.
I suspect that if I kept going, I could have pushed all the way to the end. But if I did that, it would almost certainly lead to something irreversible.
"U-Um... is it... over...?"
So, I pretended not to see or hear the trace of lingering regret hidden in Nemu-san's question.
"Yes, thank you. And sorry, it seems I asked too much of you."
"No... um... I-I am the one who should apologize for such a shameful display."
For some reason, Nemu-san tried to hide her body slightly with the sheets. She hadn't shown any such behavior when I first asked, so I wonder what happened.
"Also, Captain Yukawa... um, I have a request..."
"Hmm?"
"If I can obtain Mayuri-sama's permission... next time, I would not mind... if you investigated in even more detail..."
With a shy, embarrassed expression and a face bright red, Nemu-san said that in a voice that sounded like it might vanish.
Oh... did I perhaps flip a strange switch inside of her?
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