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Chapter 232: Unwinnable

    Chapter 232: Unwinnable


    <span style="font-weight:400">Seated on the soft bed, Rukia was lost in her thoughts. Ignoring the lingering scent of their passionate night, she focused solely on her inner turmoil. She paid no mind to the lingering scent of their intimacyst night or to the fact she had no clothes on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m so stupid.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she had agreed to assist Momo, she had naively believed it would be a one-time arrangement. She never expected that sex with him would awaken her lust and a desperate craving for kissing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wanna die...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’ll never be able to look him in the eye after the shameless acts shemitted on this very bed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At that moment, the door creaked open. Momo appeared, carrying a packet of melon bread and a steaming cup of tea. “Let’s push back your death a couple of thousand years. Here, I brought your breakfast.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia groaned, her hands instinctively burying her face as if to shield herself from embarrassment. “I’m not hungry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo’s eyes softened. “I refuse to believe you have no appetite after all the jumping you didst night. You were like a rabbit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia’s ears turned red in embarrassment. Worst of all, she found herself unable to retort against Momo’s words. So, she did something she had never done before — she remained silent, her lips sealed in the face of humiliation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rukia?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you speaking like him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo tilted her head. “I don’t know. Didn’t our teacher say something about people unconsciously mimicking the person they admire the most? Hehe, my most admired person is Kazuya-kun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Figures.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo giggled and brought the breakfast tray close to Rukia, making the tomboy inhale the tea’s inviting fragrance. “Still not hungry?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia removed her hands from her face and snatched the tray from Momo. “Just leave it here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">As Rukia made her way to the bathroom, Momo reluctantly began tidying up the room and changing the sheets. Although Kazuya’s scent lingered, it was not as strong as before.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘He is gone. I must work hard and return to his side.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had to graduate as soon as humanly possible, even if she had to sleep deprive herself.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I also have to brain—help Rukia find her feelings for Kazuya-kun.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was certain that Kazuya held a special ce in his heart for her, at least for now. However, she couldn''t guarantee that it would remain the same in a year or even a decade.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia was a part of Momo’s master n. Her way to solidify her ce in his heart. He really adored the piece of work that was Rukia. Alone she might be forgotten, but with Rukia by her side, there was a very slim chance of that happening. And besides, having a friend’spany was always better than having none.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo found the package sent by Byakuya, as well as the noble-looking hair ornaments. Having no use for them, she shoved them into her wardrobe, alongside Kazuya’s clothes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia returned in a fresh set of clothes — a purple kimono that looked pretty worn out but cute nevertheless. Momo really appreciated that Rukia cherished her clothes from her time in Rukongai.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia turned red at Momo’s scrutiny, as though remembering the intimate moments she shared with Momo. “Stop staring at me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo chuckled and passed the tray to Rukia. “Eat up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia sat down and began devouring the melon bread. Momo had a sudden urge to say something mean to Rukia, something along the lines of ‘You sure are eating a lot for someone who wasn’t hungry’.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Mhmm, Kazuya-kun is infecting me.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia tilted her head, looking puzzled. “What are you doing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing.” Momo shook her head. “Rukia, we are skipping lessons today, but tomorrow…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tomorrow what?” Rukia asked. “Don’t keep me hanging.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo assumed her most serious expression. “Be prepared for students to point at you and make obscenements.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh—” Rukia’s eyes widened as realization dawned on her. “You mean… the noises? Geez, we were so loud.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia hadn’t cared about the moansing out of her in the heat of the moment, and now she had to face the consequences of her action.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo nodded firmly. “Kazuya-kun’s influence made them afraid of informing the dorm managers. But some girls will still talk behind our backs. I want you to be prepared for that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t care about it,” Rukia said and suddenly punched the bed. “Let me make something clear. It was his fault for making us m-moan like that. H-How dare he?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo unconsciously smiled at the tomboy full of energy. “Now, now, Rukia. There is no loss in epting defeat.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t get defeated. I-I was tricked, backstabbed, and just… bamboozled.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nobody tricked you!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was kidding.” Rukia stuffed thest piece of sweet bread in her mouth and washed it down with tea. “Hah, I’m full… Momo, I don’t feel like doing anything today. I’ll sleep for a while then meet Hisana.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo’s eyes gleamed, as though she had found an opening. “Kazuya-kun helped you with your sister, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. He gave her a new leash on life. I’ll always be grateful for that,” Rukia chuckled, her gaze distant as though recalling the day she reunited with her sister and the day Kazuya performed a miracle. “You know, that’s the only reason I gave up on my… virginity. Is that what it’s called?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“God, what a stupid thing to do…” Rukia scratched her cheeks. “But I won’t forget this stupid night.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Me neither,” Momo said as she reached out and held Rukia’s hands. “Rukia, will you apany me next time?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the—” Rukia paused after seeing the pleading look in Momo’s eyes. “I don’t get you. Why do you want that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo let out a heavy sigh. “You saw Kazuya-kun’s libido. I-I can’t satisfy him alone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo squeezed Rukia’s hands. “You said you won’t marry until you be a high-ranking Shinigami. Can you… help me until then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia was bbergasted, but she couldn’t find the courage to break Momo’s heart. What’s more, her heart began beating faster as she imagined another night with the two, making her throat feel parched.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will—I’ll think about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her body was ready for the proposal, but her pride—her pride wouldn’t let her admit a weakness, especially a weakness as embarrassing as this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momo beamed a radiant smile and lunged into Rukia’s embrace. “You’re the best!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rukia sighed and patted Momo’s back while revealing a wry smile.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It’s impossible to win against this couple.’</i>


    <b>***</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the other side of the Soul Society.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya didn’t know the way to the 12th Squad, but he had Isane to help with the directions. In no time, they arrived outside the infamous 12th Squad. The entrance to the barracksprised a wooden door under arge, sloping golden roof. The number 十二, meaning 12, was engraved on both sides of the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya took the initiative and knocked on the door, resulting in a CCTV-like device popping up from the wall.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wee to the 12th division,” came a near synthetic voice from the device. “How can I help you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya cleared his throat and put on his best smile. “I’d like to meet your captain for an important business.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Have you made an appointment?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“…No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, please fill a form from our sister building and submit it there. If you’re lucky, your earliest appointment would be in six months.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?!” Isane reached out and grabbed the device. “We don’t have that time. Vice-Captain of the 4th Squad wants to meet him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Vice Captain Isane Kotetsu. I don’t want to be respectful, but here is the list of rules by our Captain…” The voice paused for a moment as if finding the document with the rules written on it. “No soul, regardless of their status, shall be given permission to meet me directly. The only exception to the rule is Captain Commander… there you have it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s absurd!” Isane yelled. “Try to understand me. We need to meet your Captain right now…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My hands are tied…” The voice replied. “If I don’t follow the rules, I’ll be turned into a human bomb by my Captain.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Isane turned to Kazuya, almost tearing up in helplessness. “What do we do now…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya took her hand reassuringly. “You know I’m a very impatient man. If you don’t open the door in three seconds, I’ll break it down.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Are you trying-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“One.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do not try to-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Two.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“O-Oi, you can’t-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Three.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">As his calm voice fell, Kazuya clenched his left hand and smashed it into the door.
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