"Alright, Soi Fon, let's take a break."
"Yes, Kensei-sama!"
Even though it was a break, Soi Fon always instinctively fetched some fruit or drinks to serve Kensei Kenzuru. The fruit she peeled lay neatly arranged on a plate like works of art. She gently picked up a piece with her fingers and brought it to Kensei's lips. Soi Fon's fingers could feel the warmth of Kensei's mouth, and sometimes her fingertips would even brush against his agile tongue—a strange sensation that made the tips of her ears turn slightly red.
Kensei, enjoying Soi Fon's attentiveness, would occasionally tease the blushing girl, acting almost like a bully harassing a virtuous maiden. Of course, at first, Kensei had resisted, but he'd soon come to relish it. After all, the future Soi Fon who was always scowling was still just a young girl who blushed easily now. Who wouldn't love that contrast?
"Kensei Kenzuru! Today, this old man shall clean up the disgrace and teach you, my wayward disciple, a proper lesson!"
Having tracked Kensei's location via Kakushitsuijaku, Yamamoto landed only to see Kensei sitting in the shade enjoying Soi Fon's hand-feeding, looking just like some decadent, pleasure-seeking decadent aristocrat!
Good grief, he knew how to enjoy himself better than even Shunsui Kyōraku!
Feeling his old face burning with shame, Yamamoto was furious, wishing he could cut Kensei down on the spot. If not for concern over his injuries, Yamamoto would have already used his fists to perform some personality correction.
"Old Man Yama, what are you doing here?!"
Seeing Yamamoto standing not far away, his aged frame seemed to burn with an inextinguishable rage. The moment his wooden staff struck the ground, a large section of it caved in.
Injured and not resting quietly in the hospital, but instead finding the leisure to come to this remote wilderness to flirt with a young girl… If both his arms weren't incapacitated, who knows what that scoundrel Kensei would try to do to her.
Kensei was currently scratching his head in confusion, not understanding why the old man was so angry. His hands were injured, not his legs—was he not even allowed to go out for some fresh air?
"Soi Fon, come here."
Yoruichi called Soi Fon to her side and asked what had happened these past few days. Soi Fon reported everything truthfully, including Kensei wanting to teach her that ridiculously long-named Shunkō technique, which left Yoruichi speechless. But at least she now knew Kensei hadn't just snuck out solely to tease Soi Fon, and she quickly told the old man so he could calm down.
"Once your injuries have healed, remember to come see me. I need to properly correct your character."
After hearing Yoruichi's explanation, Yamamoto snorted coldly and temporarily reined in his anger, but he hadn't let Kensei off the hook. Just thinking about that beauty-obsessed look made his grip on the staff tighten unconsciously.
"Alright, the old man's gone. You can come out now, Kensei."
Watching Kensei peek his head out from behind a tree, Yoruichi rolled her eyes in exasperation. He was all happy enjoying little Soi Fon's service these past few days, but now that Old Man Yama caught him, he suddenly knew fear.
"Hehe, Kensei-kun, come with us. We can heal you today."
Sister Hana (Retsu Unohana) walked over with a smiling expression, picking Kensei up. Though her smile was beautiful, Kensei felt a slight chill behind it. He swallowed hard and obediently let himself be carried to the edge of the Hell Spring.
"I'll leave the rest to Yoruichi-san to help you with your treatment."
Having said that, Retsu Unohana left. This back mountain area was quite secluded; usually, no one but her ever came here anyway.
Kensei, who had initially hoped Sister Flower would just tell him how to use the spring and let him heal alone, felt his injuries suddenly seemed much more severe upon seeing Yoruichi and Soi Fon emerge from the thick mist drifting around the hot spring. It looked like he definitely needed assistance for this treatment.
Both the utterly unselfconscious Yoruichi and the extremely shy Soi Fon deeply attract Kensei's gaze. Their contrasting skin tones, one deep and one fair, were as intoxicating as a perfectly crafted latte with intricate foam art.
Thank you, Sister Flower. I won't forget this kindness until I'm fully healed.
And thank you too, Old Man Yama. It might not compare to the hot spring Tenjirō Kirinji built in the Soul King Palace, but it must have taken considerable effort. I won't forget this kindness either, at least until my next visit to the First Division.
Yoruichi slowly raised a foot to test the temperature. Perhaps it was a bit hot, as her toes recoiled rapidly like a cat's paw the moment they touched the water's surface. But she quickly adjusted to the spring's heat and pulled Soi Fon down into the water with her. Kensei watched as the spring water enveloped their bodies like silk—first their slender legs, then their supple waists, until even their alluring curves were submerged.
Slowly moving to the edge of the spring, Yoruichi stretched out a hand and wiggled her fingers playfully like a cat.
"Come on in, Kensei!"
Hearing her respected Yoruichi-sama invited Kensei-sama to bathe together, Soi Fon stiffened her back nervously. Her pearl-like toes curled unconsciously beneath the water. Despite her intense shyness, she had mentally prepared herself.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot you can't move right now. Can't undress yourself."
Standing up from the spring with a mischievous grin, water droplets slid down Yoruichi's brown skin, tracing her collarbone and the curves of her chest before falling silently back into the water. Stepping onto the bank, Yoruichi's eyes sparkled with excitement; she seemed a little impatient.
"Don't worry, big sister only does this kind of thing for you. You're the patient, so don't even think about resisting me."
Licking her slightly dry lips, Yoruichi's hand settled on Kensei's belt. Watching Yoruichi-sama's bold move from the water, Soi Fon couldn't help but cover her eyes with splayed fingers, pretending to herself that she wasn't looking at all. As Yoruichi pulled open Kensei's obi, Soi Fon felt the temperature of the spring water rise several more degrees.
Pulled into the water by the female gangster Yoruichi after she stripped him, Kensei felt the injuries in his hands being washed away like flowing water under the spring's nourishment. While he still couldn't use much force, he could already move his arms simply.
"This spring is really something else."
Clenching and unclenching his hands, Kensei remarked sincerely. As expected, no one who could join the Royal Guard was simple.
"Looks like your hands are much better, able to move already."
Yoruichi's chin suddenly came to rest on Kensei's shoulder. Her chest pressed against his back, letting him feel amazing softness. Though not yet fully developed to its peak, the present Yoruichi was still plenty capable of seducing.
"Soi Fon, you come over here and 'serve' Kensei properly too."
While playing with Kensei's now-regained sensitive fingertips with one hand, Yoruichi called Soi Fon over to join in on the "rehabilitation therapy" for Kensei. It must be said that Yoruichi and Kensei were birds of a feather, both enjoying Soi Fon's adorable manner—that defiant yet forced to obey, blushing shyness.
Soi Fon bit her lower lip tightly, her hands trembling slightly as she massaged Kensei's arms to help him recover faster. The occasional rub would always make her body shiver.
"Yoruichi, you're not planning to... here?"
"What are you thinking? That sort of thing definitely requires a more formal occasion!"
Yoruichi lightly smacked the back of Kensei's head, cutting off his unhealthy train of thought with exasperation.
Nothing like that would actually happen—dirtying this spring would earn them a fierce scolding from Captain Unohana, and she had no desire to incur the Captain's wrath. But just teasing Kensei like this was fun too, especially watching him struggle to endure, which only further pleased Yoruichi's mood.
For Kensei, this recovery session was both torture and something he found himself addicted to
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