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

Chapter 371: 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.

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.

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