Bleach : I Need To Rizz To Become Stronger ?!

In the end, Hiyori left—just as Shin had suggested. Other than going to summon reinforcements, she truly couldn't think of any effective alternative.

Judging solely from the strength Shin had displayed, even if she used her Hollow powers, the chance of victory was practically zero.

In a quiet, deserted corner of the city, Yadōmaru Lisa showed no signs of anxiety over her current situation.

"Hiyori's gone. You can do whatever you want now," she said calmly.

"You're right," Shin replied, matching her tone. "So, how should I enjoy you?"

Lisa kept her voice as steady as ever. "Let me be clear—I hate saliva exchange. Of course, I know you won't care."

Shin looked her over with real interest. The contrast between her words and her demeanor fascinated him. He genuinely wondered what went on inside her head as she spoke like that.

He took her Zanpakutō from her hand and rested the blade on her shoulder. Slowly, he slid it downward. The cold edge kissed her skin and effortlessly sliced through the buttons of her top.

A soft tsk left his lips, sounding almost appreciative.

"White? That's a bit plain. I thought you'd be into something more seductive."

Lisa replied, "I just didn't wear it today."

Shin noticed the subtle rise of goosebumps on her skin. It made him grin.

He didn't stop there. Sliding the blade beneath her bra, he let the steel graze along her skin, then gave it a gentle tug outward.

Lisa's throat moved in an unconscious swallow. Her pupils dilated slightly.

Shin, feeling the fabric slide from the blade into his hand, leaned in close and whispered, "Cold?"

"…"

She didn't respond. Helpless under Shin's control, there was nothing she could do.

Now truly silent, perhaps she'd finally grasped what was coming.

A cool hand pressed against her lower belly. Lisa didn't look down. Her gaze wasn't focused on Shin either. The hand crept upward—and in that moment, her breath hitched.

Rip—

Lisa's eyes flew wide open.

Shin leisurely stepped back, sliding her Zanpakutō back into its sheath.

One hand held her glasses. The other clutched a bundle of her clothing.

"These two things… I'll keep them as mementos. Next time we meet, make sure you're wearing new ones—I'll be checking."

With that, he returned to his Gigai. In the blink of an eye, both his spiritual form and the Gigai vanished into thin air.

Lisa staggered slightly as she regained control of her body. She looked down, eyes heavy.

Pulling her clothes tightly around her, she shivered a bit from the cold… and from the lingering sting where he had touched her.

Pretty glasses. Sexy underwear.

Tachikawa Shin.

Definitely a depraved beast.

Time slipped away. Who knew how long it had been when Hiyori finally returned with reinforcements.

Lisa had already slipped back into her Gigai, appearing perfectly normal.

"Where is he?!" Hiyori barked the moment she saw Lisa alone.

"He left."

Lisa's tone was flat.

Six others had followed Hiyori here, and they immediately began sweeping the area.

A blond youth with a neat fringe said, "There's no trace of suspicious reiatsu in the area anymore."

"He left? What happened? Did he do anything to you?" Hiyori asked urgently.

Lisa nodded. "He ravaged me. Thoroughly."

"…"

Coming from her, the words felt… off. Everyone there knew how bizarre Lisa could be. Seeing her standing there unharmed, they all sighed in relief.

Hiyori rounded on the blond youth. "It's your fault, baldy! If you'd moved faster, we could've trapped that Shin bastard here!"

The blond man scowled. "What the hell?! You two caused this mess!"

Smack!

A sandal struck his face with precision.

He exploded. "You brat! You looking to die?!"

But Hiyori had already leapt onto his shoulders and sank her teeth deep into his head.

"AAAAAH!!!"

The once-quiet alley erupted into chaos.

The others didn't even blink. They were used to this kind of thing—just like they were used to Lisa's twisted personality.

"So what now?" asked a silver-haired, broad-shouldered man. "If Hiyori's right and that Tachikawa Shin knows about us, we'll be in trouble if he reports to Soul Society."

He was Muguruma Kensei, former Captain of the Ninth Division.

"We'll have to lay low," said a refined man with long, wavy blond hair. "Time to leave this city."

That was Rose—Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, former Captain of the Third.

"There's no other choice," added a heavyset man with pink stubble and short pink hair.

Hachigen Ushōda, former Vice Chief of the Kidō Corps.

Another man, wearing sunglasses and a wild afro, looked at the blond youth still wrestling with Hiyori.

"Hirako, what's your take?"

Hirako Shinji struggled to fend off Hiyori's jaws and sighed. "I'll stop by Urahara's place. Maybe he can tell us more about this Tachikawa Shin."

Lisa finally spoke up, "I'm the one who made trouble."

Shinji replied, "Don't say that. I was just joking. If there's anyone at fault, it's obviously Hiyori. At this point, all our fates are tied together… AH! Hiyori, you psycho mutt! Let go of my head!"

Before leaving the Human World, Shin took care of his Gigai.

He'd planned to leave the next day, but after everything that happened, he skipped the wait and stepped through the Senkaimon.

Back in Soul Society, he headed straight for the Tenth Division barracks.

"Captain!"

Not five minutes had passed in his office when Hinamori burst in, face glowing with excitement. Somehow, she always knew when he returned.

"You're back!"

Beaming, she rushed up to his desk. "Did the mission go well? I thought maybe you ran off to the Human World to escape me!"

Shin's eyes lingered on her.

At first she looked confused, then smiled even brighter.

She leaned forward, pecked his lips lightly, and whispered with a grin, "Captain… did you miss me?"

Shin suddenly stood up and pulled her over the desk into his arms.

"Ah—!"

Hinamori gasped, startled.