"Yo, Lin Feng, you're finally back. I thought I wouldn't find you today."
In the evening, as Lin Feng returned to Seireitei, he heard a charming Onee-san voice.
"Oh, it's Rangiku. Did you finish your patrol work so early today?"
Lin Feng turned to look at Rangiku, who was holding a gourd-shaped sake bottle and had rosy cheeks, somewhat speechless.
"Because I pushed all the work to the Captain, I got off early today for once."
Recently, there had been a continuous string of disappearing soul cases in Rukongai, so Rangiku and her 10th Division were swamped every day. Plus, both the Captain and Lieutenant were slackers, making their squad's work efficiency terrifyingly low.
"By the way, Lin Feng, you're returning from the direction of the Senkaimon. Did you go to the Living World?"
As Rangiku spoke, her entire body leaned into Lin Feng's embrace. Her hot, voluptuous body was filled with the infinite softness of a woman.
"Yes, I went to the Human World and even saved a group of Soul Burial students who were being attacked by Hollows there," Lin Feng said casually, his left arm around the Onee-san's waist.
"Oh, you really went to the Human World to play, and you didn't even take me with you! You heartless scoundrel!"
This Onee-san's mood changed faster than flipping a book. Like a bristling cat, she thrashed about in Lin Feng's arms, losing all semblance of a mature woman's composure.
During their playful struggle, the Onee-san's chest revealed a large expanse of fair, tender skin, and her full, round breasts looked quite appetizing.
"How about it, does it look good? Want to have a taste?" Rangiku noticed Lin Feng's gaze fixed on her breasts and couldn't help but tempt him proudly.
"We're outside, pay attention to your image." Lin Feng quickly pulled Rangiku's clothes back into place. If anyone saw this, Lin Feng would be utterly humiliated.
"So, what have you been busy with lately? Why haven't you asked me out for a drink?" Matsumoto Rangiku leaned into Lin Feng's arms, once again adopting the demeanor of a demure wife.
Since Lin Feng still cared about her so much, why didn't he ask her out more often?
Otherwise, how could she slack off… no, she meant to assist Lin Feng in carrying out missions together.
Moreover, the Onee-san particularly loved the fine wines of the Human World and those beautiful clothes. To apply for the use of the Seireitei's Senkaimon, she had to get approval from a Captain.
How could that big slacker, Shiba Isshin, possibly let her go to the Human World to play?
Therefore, the Onee-san wanted to piggyback on Lin Feng's Senkaimon. After all, this was a privilege of "Kenpachi"; Lin Feng could freely enter and exit the Soul Society and the Human World.
"Actually, I've been practicing my Zanpakuto lately. After all, how can I be in the Eleventh Division if I can't use a sword?" Lin Feng stroked the golden Onee-san's perky bottom, making up an excuse on the fly. In truth, he had been busy chasing girls these past few days and hadn't done any Zanpakuto training. Of course, this wasn't because Lin Feng was lazy.
It was simply that the abilities of the Sword God, Oetsu Nimaiya, and Ichibei Hyosube were too abnormal. These two were like phantom gods in the Shinigami civil war, so Lin Feng didn't want to waste energy cultivating Bankai.
"Practice? You still need to practice?" Rangiku blinked, disbelievingly. What was Lin Feng's strength? Looking across the entire Seireitei, among the more than six thousand Shinigami, only Captain Commander could be stronger than Lin Feng. If Lin Feng was still practicing, was he trying to defeat Captain Yamamoto and inherit the position of Captain Commander?
"Alright, enough about me. Let's talk about you. I haven't seen you lately. What have you been busy with?" Lin Feng naughtily pinched the Onee-san's round backside.
Rangiku let out a soft moan and lightly punched Lin Feng's chest.
"Sigh, lately, there have been no fewer than fifty missing person cases. Most are civilians from Rukongai, with a small number of Shinigami. There are no traces of Hollows at the scenes, so it doesn't seem like they were eaten by Hollows."
"And the cases are spread over a very wide area, covering many districts. Do you think there might be some organization at work?" Rangiku asked, looking up at him, puzzled.
"It's indeed possible it's a group operation, and the culprits might even live in Seireitei…" Lin Feng's eyes gradually deepened. According to his surveillance bugs, most of these missing souls had been transformed into Hollows by Aizen. A small portion, however, had been captured by Mayuri Kurotsuchi for physical modification.
As they spoke, they returned to Lin Feng's residence. Matsumoto Rangiku took off her shoes and skillfully went into the kitchen to rummage for snacks to go with drinks.
About ten minutes later, Rangiku walked out of the kitchen, but her clothes were gone, replaced only by a white apron.
The apron hem reached about mid-thigh, and a band tied at the back of her waist. Her large, round, ample breasts looked even more explosive, emphasized by the tight apron.
"Do you want to eat dinner, or do you want to eat me~?" Rangiku twirled around, her plump, uncovered buttocks exposed to Lin Feng.
Unlike a meager figure, the Onee-san's buttocks were as round and beautiful as a peach. As she turned, her full, fleshy derriere swayed enticingly from side to side, teasing Lin Feng's nerves.
Presumably, any man, seeing Rangiku in just an apron, would be unable to control himself.
Lin Feng was already standing behind her, his hands playing with her elastic buttocks. Amidst the Onee-san's moans, he slowly pried open the plump little mouth below and thrust his already heated little Lin Feng inside.
Returning to a familiar place was much easier than the first time. The 20cm behemoth easily entered fully, creating an intensely strong visual impact.
What an intoxicating feeling it was to be conquered by this behemoth! Under the extreme stimulation, Rangiku's legs instantly went soft, her vision blurred, and a wave of blissful sensation surged from the depths of her soul.
As a mature Onee-san, after Lin Feng opened the door to a new world for her, the ultimate pleasure of the soul and body intertwining was far beyond what drinking could offer. This exquisite sensation even made her feel that this was the ultimate pursuit in life.
Lin Feng held Rangiku's perky buttocks with both hands, thrusting his hips rapidly in and out of her plump cavern. He narrowed his eyes, feeling the layered folds inside and the airtight embrace, which brought him an indescribably wonderful sensation.
At this moment, Rangiku also got into the rhythm, her little mouth becoming increasingly moist. She supported herself on the table with both hands, her buttocks raised high, and her fair, delicate feet spread as wide as possible. Each time little Lin Feng plunged in, she felt as if she were ascending to paradise.
Lin Feng clasped Rangiku's hips with both hands, steadying the Onee-san's body. He continuously thrust into her cavern from behind, enjoying the elasticity of her perky, ample buttocks.
"Ooh, ooh… slower, slower… you're going so deep, are you trying to shove your balls in there?!" Rangiku couldn't help but moan, her fleshy buttocks constantly squeezed into a large patty under the strong, powerful thrusts.
Lin Feng's speed and depth of thrusting far exceeded that of ordinary people.
What "nine shallow, one deep"? That stuff is for the weak.
Every one of Lin Feng's thrusts was a full insertion, his head completely hitting Rangiku's G-spot, the slapping sounds echoing throughout the entire room.
Outside, by the corner of the wall, Suifeng, dressed in her stealth uniform, listened, her face flushed. She had never imagined a woman could moan so lewdly!
More importantly, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding with flesh, and the squelching sounds of friction, made Suifeng imagine the force and speed of Lin Feng's movements just by listening.
And so, Suifeng's mind involuntarily conjured up the image of Rangiku being pleasured at that moment. Faintly, the fabric below Suifeng became a little damp. For Suifeng, who detested men, this was nothing short of a personal humiliation.
However, to complete her mission, Suifeng could only suppress her instincts, push open the window, and observe what position Lin Feng was using. It wasn't because she was curious herself.
That's right, that's exactly it. Suifeng nodded. She was only doing this to monitor Lin Feng, nothing more.
At this moment, after Lin Feng injected a hot stream of 'milk' into the Onee-san's body, he picked her up.
Rangiku's apron was gone, and she was simply draped over Lin Feng's body, her hands wrapped around his neck, and her two jade legs hooked around Lin Feng's waist.
This standing position allowed for deeper penetration. Lin Feng's first thrust made Rangiku cry out loudly, and as Lin Feng vigorously thrust, the golden-haired Onee-san was driven to ecstasy, burying her head in Lin Feng's neck and frantically sucking.
Drip, drip. The ground was covered in Rangiku's overflowing fluids, showing just how much pleasure she was experiencing.
Suifeng, beneath the window, watched the thick, dark object repeatedly enter and exit Rangiku's body. The girl's own body grew hotter and hotter. With her hand scratching below, she too began to overflow…
…
Just as Lin Feng was reveling in his passionate moment, the scientific madman Mayuri Kurotsuchi began a new round of his Nemuri project, attempting to use Gigai and Gikon technology to create artificial Shinigami with no lifespan limit.
Not long ago, the Forty-Six Chambers had directly issued a notice prohibiting artificial Shinigami. …Of course, Mayuri Kurotsuchi completely disregarded them.
Within the Technology Development Bureau, which was fully under Mayuri Kurotsuchi's control.
"I brought ten vagrants from Rukongai. The experiment only really needs two, but this time I want to intensify the soul injection."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, wearing a black and white mask, spoke with an exceptionally sharp voice.
"Captain, it's true that three of those ten are criminals, but the rest are ordinary civilians. And recently, relations between Rukongai and Seireitei have been very tense, so…"
A male member in a white lab coat said with some concern.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi shrugged indifferently when he heard this.
"I don't care if they're guilty or not when I catch them. Besides, they should feel honored to sacrifice themselves for the technological development of Soul Society."
"Won't this cause a dispute with the Forty-Six Chambers?"
A member asked worriedly.
"Don't make a fuss, it's not like I'm experimenting on Shinigami. I just caught a few souls that might dissipate at any moment. Once my experiment succeeds, Soul Society will usher in a brand new future."
Looking at the overly excited Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the corpulent Akon quietly asked the Deputy Director, Akon, beside him.
"Why is the Director so persistent with the Nemuri project? It's already failed six times."
Akon, who had worked under Mayuri Kurotsuchi for many years, replied calmly.
"If he succeeds, the Captain's achievements will surpass Kirio Hikifune.
After all, the temporary souls existing in Gikon are basically incapable of growth. Although they do learn to some extent, it's nowhere near that of normal souls. And their lifespan is only two years, far shorter than that of a typical Shinigami."
Then, Mayuri Kurotsuchi pressed a button he pulled out from somewhere, and the ground in the middle of the Technology Development Bureau sank, then an experimental platform rose up.
It was ten cylindrical tanks arranged in parallel, surrounding a glass container. Each cylinder was filled with bright red liquid. Shadows flickered within the liquid, appearing to be human faces.
Some researchers turned pale with fright.
Most of the researchers, however, remained calm, having witnessed Mayuri Kurotsuchi conduct similar experiments with civilians in the past.
As the red liquid continuously poured into the glass container, the egg-shaped cells inside rapidly developed.
"Nemuri Nana activated… Nemuri Nana successfully passed the first stage… Nemuri Nana successfully passed the second stage, Nemuri Nana successfully entered the third stage, developing into a fetus…"
A researcher sitting in front of a screen spoke excitedly.
A sinister smile also appeared on Mayuri Kurotsuchi's face. This time, he was determined to surpass Urahara Kisuke.