Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō-Chapter 371: Tantrum

Kirio Hikifune didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable. On the contrary, she responded to Masatsuki Aozaki’s affection with even greater passion.

Urgent moans slipped through the gaps in their kisses, as if dyeing the entire bathroom in shades of pink.

After a while, Masatsuki Aozaki pulled away from her, his gaze lingering on her dazed, enraptured eyes. Lowering his voice, he said,

"You head back to the room first. I’ll be there soon."

Kirio Hikifune gave a slight nod and whispered,

"...Mm."

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her delicate tongue carefully tracing along his teeth. It wasn’t until Masatsuki Aozaki urged her again that her desire-clouded eyes reluctantly shifted away from him. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Letting out a long breath, Masatsuki Aozaki sank into the hot water that Kirio Hikifune had bathed in just moments ago.

...

Meanwhile, back in her room, Kirio Hikifune let out a series of deep breaths, trying to suppress the itching sensation spreading across her skin, as if something inside her was trying to break free.

Still barely dressed, she opened the tall wardrobe embedded in the wall and, for the first time, felt a pang of frustration over how few clothing options she had.

The wardrobe was a gift from Shutara Senjumaru, filled with all sorts of garments, yet Kirio still found it lacking.

Masatsuki Aozaki had told her that her usual outfits were fine, but that just felt too plain.

Monotony dulls the senses—she knew that all too well.

She couldn’t keep wearing the same clothes over and over. At the very least, she had to make sure he wouldn’t get tired of them too quickly...

"If I’d thought ahead, I would’ve asked Senjumaru-senpai to make all these clothes Reiatsu-repairable."

At that moment, an untimely image of Shutara Senjumaru surfaced in her mind.

Clothes that could be repaired with Reiatsu naturally required exceptional materials and consumed her own Reiatsu during their creation. It was impossible to make every single piece to that standard in just a day.

As a result, most of the clothes in this wardrobe couldn’t be reused.

And because of that, Kirio Hikifune came to a realization—Shutara Senjumaru played favorites when it came to her juniors.

Every single one of Masatsuki’s outfits could be restored with Reiatsu. That was a privilege she herself didn’t have.

...It wasn’t jealousy.

Senpai treating Masatsuki well was something she should be happy about.

But still, something about it felt... off.

Maybe it was because they had known each other for so long, their bond so deep—like sisters, even without sharing the same blood.

...

Senjumaru Shutara walked steadily down the quiet corridor of the guest quarters.

Outside the antique wooden windows, the bright moon hung high in the night sky.

Normally, the moonlight would soothe her, but tonight, it only made her restless.

She didn’t even know what was bothering her.

Yet, every time she thought about Masatsuki Aozaki and Kirio Hikifune, she felt an uncomfortable tightness from her throat to her stomach, as if something was stuck there.

Was this discomfort her own fault, or was it because of Masatsuki and Kirio?

Masatsuki and Kirio... They had gone on a date.

Kirio’s face had been flushed red, her expression awkward yet undeniably adorable.

"...I can’t go to Kirio’s room. She’ll be fine tonight, right?"

Senjumaru let out a long, silent sigh, lost in thought.

"What if Masatsuki tries something inappropriate with Kirio? But... they’re lovers..."

"But still, better safe than sorry. Maybe I should just take a quick look—just one glance."

"...Wait, how did I end up here without realizing it?"

As she muttered to herself, Senjumaru Shutara’s mouth slowly fell open.

At some point, her feet had taken her right to Kirio Hikifune’s door.

...She didn’t know why she had walked here, but Kirio didn’t seem to be in any danger. Just a glance, and then she’d leave.

With that thought in mind, Senjumaru reached for the door.

"Mm!!"

A sudden, high-pitched moan made her entire body shudder.

It was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar, freezing her in place.

On instinct, she peeked through the small gap in the wooden door.

And then she saw it.

Two entangled figures on the bed.

Her mind went completely blank.

What the hell are these two little brats doing?!

...

When Masatsuki Aozaki woke up, sunlight was streaming through the windows, bathing him in its warmth.

Kirio Hikifune was nestled in his arms, still fast asleep.

It was almost noon.

Though he had no idea how many noons had passed.

Not that it mattered—if the Soul King wasn’t in a hurry, neither were they.

Lowering his gaze, Masatsuki looked at Kirio.

Her sleeping face had a delicate, almost fragile beauty to it.

Her normally neat purple hair was a mess, strands clinging to her cheeks and lips—a clear sign of just how intense things had been.

But her expression was peaceful now, far more so than before. That subtle tension she used to carry was gone.

She was completely at ease, smiling softly in her sleep, like a baby cradled in its mother’s arms.

Most people assumed Kirio was carefree and boisterous, but the truth was quite the opposite.

Her emotions ran deeper than most, delicate and complex, yet she struggled to express them.

Once, her world had been nothing but cooking. Then, a certain troublesome man had introduced love into her life.

And now, that same man—Masatsuki Aozaki, who had given her both cooking and love—had completely filled her heart.

Gently, Masatsuki kissed her forehead, then carefully laid her back down and pulled the blanket over her.

After gathering her scattered clothes, he put on his own, now tattered garments.

A pulse of Reiatsu restored his captain’s uniform to pristine condition.

Now looking somewhat presentable again, Masatsuki returned to his own room.

He wanted to properly show his love before leaving, so today, as always, he planned to cook three meals.

But first, a bath.

With a quiet chuckle, Masatsuki shook his head.

Kirio really was like a lioness.

Her wild passion had been impossible to resist, so he hadn’t even tried.

Humming a tune, he grabbed a change of clothes and made his way to the guest area’s bathhouse.

And just as he arrived, he ran into Senjumaru Shutara, who was walking out.

She’s bathing at this hour too?

Masatsuki raised an eyebrow.

Had no one been around to keep her in check these past few days, so she’d slept in until now?

Amused by the thought, he decided to tease her a little.

"Senjumaru-senpai."

"Ah!!!"

Senjumaru jumped, shaking out her wet hair as she instinctively backed away—by quite a distance.

She looked exactly like a child caught red-handed stealing from their parents, her large, dark eyes darting everywhere but at Masatsuki.

Flustered, she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"I... I’m not feeling well..."

With that flimsy excuse, she turned on her heel and all but fled past him.

Masatsuki watched her retreating figure and sighed, shaking his head.

"What’s her deal? I haven’t even said anything yet, and she’s already acting embarrassed?"

"Just two glances shouldn’t have rattled her this much..."

He frowned in confusion.

Did she get overstimulated? Had being left unsupervised for a few days put her in a mood?

The more he thought about it, the guiltier he felt.

Honestly, leaving someone so helpless to fend for themselves wasn’t exactly responsible.

"...Guess I’ll make something nice for her today to make up for it."

Mulling over whether to add a little extra "compensation" for himself after dinner, Masatsuki stepped into the bathhouse.

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