"Zenkichi! Oh, you're safe!" Medaka latched onto him like a Koala almost instantly as she shot out of the crack in space.
"O-Oh! Medaka-chan, why—no, how are you here?" Zenkichi was startled and didn't know what to do at the moment.
Because how the fuck did she find him here?! Isn't this another dimension?
'Oh shit. Did she actually tore the space between the real world and magano just to get to me?!' His eyes twitched, cold sweat dripping down his face.
He was a man of culture.
While he loved many types of women, but he favored heavily on women who could easily crush his head in between her thighs.
Why do you think he was quick to hit on Itami? The moment he saw her smooth, toned legs was the moment he decided he was gonna try his luck.
But there were limits to his lust.
A woman who could get to him in any moment, regardless of distance? Welp, say goodbye to his future endeavors with women.
Zenkichi had thought about it, during his fight against the Hollows and Cursed Spirits, that Medaka would be convinced that he could date other women and she be part of his part. While of course, forbidding her and other girls from seeing other guys.
Some might say that he was being unreasonable, selfish, and a misogynist. And when the time comes when someone says that to Zenkichi, his response would be—
"It's their decision to keep staying with me or not. It's their choice."
He'd accepted being a scumbag now.
While the Hentai System had already started changing him in more ways than one...
At his core, he was Zenkichi Hitoyoshi.
The boy who could stand alongside Medaka Kurokami, the perfect abnormality, the demon girl who surpassed everyone's expectations and was thought to be the main character by nearly everyone who knew her.
He was no hero. Nor a villain.
But someone who followed his own values, no matter how messy or selfish they sometimes were.
"Hm? Your hair..." Zenkichi snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Medaka's state. His eyes contracted almost instantly as he quickly recognized this state of hers.
It was a state he wished he wouldn't see again. Not since that "incident."
Zenkichi didn't fully understand what this state truly was, but what he knew first hand had called it— War God Mode.
It was a state in which Medaka enters when she's utterly enraged. She loses her sense of humanity and goes berserk, while her hair turns a bright pink color. Her presence becomes so ominous and evil that even "that" guy and Zenkichi, who had become used to geniuses such as her, can be unnerved by it.
Her physical strength and healing rate both increase drastically, allowing her to deal out devastating attacks while shrugging off horrific injuries that he saw her being inflicted by "that" guy.
'For her to be in this state, then as expected, she had "awakened" and was attacked by the Hollows and similar creatures.' His expression softened with a mix of guilt and warmth. He hugged her back, burying his face in her pink hair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry like this. I should've been more careful," he whispered, softly patting her head and back.
Though he was a bit surprised to see her wearing clothes; modest pink pajamas with some light cuts and tears.
This was Medaka after all, the girl who would use any opportunity to show off her body in public.
For a moment he blanked on how she got it, and rationalized it that she store some extra clothes in his house in secret.
Medaka's arms tightened around him like steel cables. The pink in her hair slowly began to recede, fading back into its usual deep blue as her overwhelming presence gradually calmed.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then, in a voice that was still edged with that terrifying calmness,
"You left me unconscious. Alone in a broken house. While monsters came for you."
'Ah. Right.'
Zenkichi winced.
"Well, to be fair, I wasn't the one who knocked you out—"
"I said you left me unconscious, not caused it."
Medaka pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. The last traces of pink vanished from her hair, but the intensity in her gaze remained.
"So? Mind explaining to me what's going on here?"
"....I'd love to, but this isn't the right place for an explanation."
Medaka raised an eyebrow and glanced at behind him, intently staring at the two naked upon on the ground before looking back at him.
"....There's a really good explanation for this, but this seriously isn't the right place for it."
Medaka frowned at him and sighed, "Alright, fine. I trust you, Zenkichi."
Zenkichi softly smiled at her and nodded. He paused for a moment and asked,
"By the way, how did you know how to find me? How did you even ripped through the barrier between this world and ours?"
Medaka blinked and replied,
"It's pretty simple actually. I just tracked your scent with my nose."
'Are you part bloodhound?!' He blankly stared at her. He shouldn't be surprised that she could track him through scent, but to the point of tracking him in another dimension?!
Girl, just what is up with your nose?
At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if she had the blood of the Inuzuka clan.
The only problem with that theory is that animals are afraid of her, especially canines.
"And as to how I got in here... Well, I had help with that."
"Someone helped you? Who? Are they behind the crack?"
Medaka shrugged. "I don't know."
"...."
"Fine. To summarize it; I was confused and panicked on where you when a random stranger with a familiar scent approached me and said she wanted to help. She used... some kind of ritual? She didn't explain what she was doing and told me that she was a spirit medium."
'She? A familiar scent? And spirit medium? Could she be...' Zenkichi immediately has a suspicion on who this person was.
He shook his head. "Alright. No time for questioning. Let's head out!"
Medaka nodded. "Hm. Who should I carry? The one with big tits?"
Zenkichi paused for a moment and turned to the sleeping duo.
He activated his [Gaze of the Honorable Perv.]
....
Name: Rukia Kuchiki
Age: 150~
Occupation: Shinigami
Abilities: Kidō, Swordsmanship, Shunpo, Hakuda, Zanpakutō(Sode no Shirayuki - Shikai, ???), etc...
Likes: Vanilla(As a virgin, she doesn't have much knowledge and experience on what she likes in sex), Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Anal, SM Play
Dislikes: N/A
Arousal Meter: 70%(dropping) - thoroughly satisfied after the fucking you did to her.
....
Name: Atago
Age: ???
Race: Basara
Abilities: Eijaku Hoze(Lonely Scarring Shadows)
Likes: Submission
Dislikes: Abandonment
Arousal Meter: 70%(dropping) - thoroughly satisfied after the fucking you did to her.
...
Rukia Kuchiki: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ – Although she was caught up in the moment and the lust, in her current state of mind, she considers you to be a wonderful lover. She wants to continue following you to see how your relationship together goes.
Atago: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ – Though confused as to how it happened, she now considers you as her most important person in the entire world. She would do anything to keep you by her side. Even if it means eliminating...."obstacles."
...
Zenkichi stared at the last part of Atago's relationship status.
'Did she become a...yandere?'
'Oi, system? Is the love potion's effects permanent?' He hurriedly asked in his mind. Because if she really did become a Yandere, then this was bad news!
Yanderes are glorified in the internet as one of the best types of girls to have, but the truth and reality of the matter is that they're not!
Sure they're fiercely loyal and clingy, but when that possessiveness turns dangerous... death was the least of your worries.
They will torture you. Break you.
Destroy everything and everyone around you until you're the only thing left in their world.
And even then, they might still hurt you, just to make sure you never leave.
Zenkichi felt a chill run down his spine as he stared at Atago's relationship status.
[It's semi-permanent. It stirs up her hormones and causes her to be highly interested in you. And would accept many sexual actions.]
[However, depending on your actions then after, her feelings towards you would solidify even further. Treat her well, and she will become one of the most loyal and devoted women you could ever ask for.]
[Neglect her, abuse her, or try to cast her aside... and the consequences may be.... unpleasant.]
Zenkichi swallowed hard.
'By the way, don't I have those exorcist spells as rewards for fucking Atago? That slave one!'
In any situation, Zenkichi wouldn't stoop to using an enslavement spell on anyone. But this wasn't nobody! This was a Basara!
According to his system, they were creatures that wouldn't hesitate to devour humans. Heck, just a while ago in their first meeting, Atago had the intention on torturing and devouring both him and Rukia!
So to him, he didn't have any guilty conscience on slaving someone like her.
[Exorcist Spell - Slave Mark: An exorcist spell that places an almost impossible to remove mark anywhere on the target's body. This mark binds the target's soul and will to the caster. The marked individual will feel absolute loyalty, affection, and obedience toward the caster.]
Zenkichi's eyes narrowed as he stared at the still-unconscious Atago.
Medaka noticed his expression and tilted her head.
"Zenkichi?"
He hesitated for only a second before making his decision.
"Medaka-chan...give me a moment."
He walked over to Atago's sleeping form, knelt beside her, and placed his palm on her lower abdomen, right above her womb. The same place he'd filled multiple times.
A dark, glowing rune began to form under his hand, pulsing with crimson light. The Slave Mark etched itself into her skin, sinking deep into her essence.
Atago's body twitched once, a soft moan escaping her lips even in unconsciousness, before she settled again. The mark glowed faintly for a few seconds, then faded into her dark skin like a hidden tattoo.
Zenkichi exhaled slowly.
"It's done."
Medaka watched the entire process with calm, analytical eyes. She didn't stop him. She didn't even look surprised.
She trusted him so much that she didn't question it.
Though the spell he used was quietly stored in her mind, capable of replicating it perfectly.
"So what now?"
"I'll take Rukia—the short one," he said, carefully lifting the petite shinigami into his arms. "As for the other girl... leave her. She's a native in this dimension. Trust me. It's better to leave her here than bring her along with us."
Medaka nodded without argument and waited by the spatial crack.
Zenkichi gave Atago one final glance. The Basara was still breathing steadily, her voluptuous body marked with the evidence of their long session and the faint glow of the Slave Mark he had placed on her lower abdomen.
'We'll met again, Atago. Although it's scummy to leave you behind, I'll still be able to contact you through the slave mark. That should be enough to pacify you from hunting me down.'
He turned away.
Medaka stepped through the rift first, and Zenkichi followed right behind her, carrying Rukia carefully.
The spatial tear closed behind them with a soft ripple, leaving Atago alone in the ruined landscape of Magano.
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AN: Sorry for the late update. A lot was happening with my life, most of it was because I was doing a binge on some anime and manga to do some proper "research". I'm a slow watcher/reader so it took a while for me to finish, especially for mangas/manwhas.
Somehow Bleach was easier to go through than those.