"Arata, do you have any improper thoughts about me?"
The woman's whisper made Arata tense up completely, as reason and instinct clashed violently in his mind.
Unohana Retsu before him was completely different from her usual gentle and quiet demeanor.
Spring warmth flickered at the corners of her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, and her black hair, damp with sweat, clung to her snow-white neck, like a datura flower that had finally bloomed after years.
Mystery, horror, and endless beauty intertwined into one.
"Teacher, I…" His defense was interrupted by the soft lips that suddenly pressed against his.
Unohana Retsu kissed him fiercely.
With a force he couldn't resist.
For a moment, Arata's mind went blank.
Pressed against the wall again?
No, why "again"…?
The man's hands wrapped around her slender waist on their own, even though the palm of his right hand had just been pierced by a blade and was still bleeding.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Arata could feel her heart beating wildly and her breath as rapid as his.
"Mmm…"
That soft moan slipped from Unohana Retsu's throat, then she suddenly pushed Arata hard to the floor. The cold plank beneath his back instantly sobered him.
Her tight training outfit was wrinkled and stretched from the forceful movement, revealing glimpses of bare skin beneath.
At that moment, she sat across his waist, looking down at him like a queen, with a lascivious light burning in her beautiful eyes.
"Arata, do you know?" She leaned in and whispered into his ear, her warm lips brushing against his earlobe. "Every time I see you cuddling with Lieutenant Matsumoto…"
"I want to cut you to pieces, just like I'm doing now."
"To watch you bleed, to watch you bow your head before me…"
Suddenly, Arata's fingers touched something warm and soft.
Unohana Retsu's palm firmly pressed down on the back of his hand.
Blood from the wound on his palm soaked into the thin black training outfit, and Arata could clearly feel the wild, strong heartbeat beneath it.
"Do you feel it?" Unohana Retsu's breath caressed his ear, but there was a deep, icy coldness in her voice. "That's the voice of jealousy…"
Arata's Adam's apple moved, his back stuck to the cold floor.
The dojo was completely dark. The candles had all been destroyed in the earlier fight. Only their ragged breathing could be heard.
"Teacher, this isn't right…" Arata's voice was still hoarse, with a barely noticeable tremble.
"Isn't it?" Unohana Retsu smiled, a faint mocking curve at the corner of her lips, and with her other hand, she caressed his cheek.
"If it's not… then why didn't you push me away?"
The direct question left Arata speechless.
Under his palm, the beating of her heart grew faster, as if it would burst through her chest at any moment.
"I've lived for over a thousand years…" For the first time, a dull sense of loss could be heard in Unohana Retsu's voice. "But this is the first time… I've felt like this…"
Her lips almost bit into Arata's neck.
"When I see you with that blonde, here…"
"It hurts."
Arata's mind froze completely.
Was the woman before him really the gentle captain of the 4th Division?
The same mature and composed Unohana Retsu whom all of Soul Society respects as the "master of medicine"?
"Teacher, you're drunk…" Arata desperately clung to the last remnants of reason in this darkness and temptation.
"Drunk?" Unohana Retsu suddenly bit into his collarbone, and thin threads of blood appeared on his skin. The sharp pain made Arata shudder all over.
"We haven't drunk a drop of alcohol, we're perfectly sober!"
Her body leaned toward Arata again, as if she wanted to crush the man beneath her until he couldn't breathe.
Skin against skin, bodies pressed together, and from the curves below suddenly came an unusual, destructive sensation.
"Inside you…" Arata's voice stopped halfway.
"You found it, didn't you?" Unohana Retsu slowly licked the drop of blood she had just drawn.
"Since the last time, when you looked here like that… I haven't worn anything underneath."
Arata's breath grew heavier.
In the darkness, he clearly felt something wild gnawing away at his reason.
This isn't right, this is insane, this is…
"Look at me." Unohana Retsu suddenly commanded.
At that moment, the candle holders around the dojo all lit up at once.
In the dim light, Arata finally saw the woman before him clearly —
Her black training uniform was already completely torn, the collar wide open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Her braids had come completely undone, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
But the most terrifying were her eyes. The same eyes that were always as gentle as water now burned with endless madness.
Arata's breath caught, that body was far too perfect to belong to a mere mortal, every line as if sculpted into a work of art.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Unohana Retsu tilted her head slightly, as if deliberately showing herself to him.
"Teacher…" his voice trembled.
"My name is Retsu." Unohana Retsu ran her fingers through his hair.
Her lips moved toward his again.
This kiss was completely different from Rangiku's.
Rangiku's kisses always carried a hint of playfulness and teasing, while Unohana's were aggressive, as if she wanted to devour him whole.
Arata's hands once again wrapped around her waist.
"Even though it's my first time, the taste of kissing…" Unohana Retsu licked her lips, "seems even better than I imagined…"
Arata's mind had already stopped functioning.
All moral laws and ethical principles suddenly felt endlessly distant.
The body acted before the mind.
"That's right…" A trace of satisfaction flickered in Unohana Retsu's eyes.
"Show me… how strong my student really is…"
The moon in the night sky hid behind dark clouds, as if even the stars didn't want to witness this blasphemy.
…
When everything finally quieted down, Arata's chest was rising and falling violently.
Unohana Retsu was kneeling on the floor, the man's head resting in her lap.
"Do you regret it?" she asked softly.
Arata looked up at her.
At that moment, Unohana Retsu had already returned to her gentle appearance, but in her eyes now hid a tenderness he had never seen before.
"I don't know…" Arata admitted honestly.
"But I can't, and I don't want to, reject you, Teacher…"
Unohana Retsu smiled contentedly. She leaned down and lightly touched his lips with a short kiss.
"That's enough."
After a long rest, Unohana Retsu stood up and began gathering her things and dressing.
Arata also quickly stood up.
"This is…" he paused, stunned.
Unohana Retsu looked in the direction of his gaze, and a slight discomfort briefly flashed across her face. "I already taught you about that basic physiological knowledge."
Before Arata could gather his thoughts, Unohana Retsu suddenly said, "Go back, Lieutenant Matsumoto is probably already waiting impatiently."
A thought of Rangiku flashed through Arata's mind, and a strong wave of guilt flooded his chest.
He had just parted ways with Rangiku, and in the next moment…
"Don't dwell on it too much." As if clearly seeing through his thoughts, Unohana Retsu continued in the same gentle tone: "No one else will ever know what happened tonight."
She walked toward the door but suddenly stopped.
"By the way, starting tomorrow, you must come to me every day for special training."
The last two words were spoken with particular emphasis.