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(A/N: I wrote the continuation of the previous chapter but I didn't like it, I need to think about how to do it better so I'll put this chapter of Flashback sorry )

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The interaction with Unohana in the bath wasn't exactly discreet, and some of the girls noticed. Afterward, there was a strange atmosphere in the house.

Allen was walking through the kitchen as Nanao prepared a cup of coffee. She had her head down as he passed, which Allen found odd, but her reflective glasses hid her expression, so he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"Good morning, Nanao-san."

"G-Good morning!"

Nanao quickly left the kitchen, leaving Allen confused. He went on to prepare breakfast, and shortly after, Rangiku arrived, wearing a shirt that was loosely, exposing part of her cleavage.

She leaned against the doorframe with a mischievous yet curious smile.

"Good morning, Rangiku-san"

She narrowed her eyes at him with a sly grin, "Hello~... I didn't think that terrifying woman had such an adorable side~"

"Oh, so it's about that..." With Rangiku's words, Allen understood Nanao's behavior.

After their intimacy in the shower, Allen had been more attentive to Unohana than usual; all of yesterday. Unohana herself had reassured him that if she hadn't died up until now, losing her virginity wouldn't be the reason. Of course, Allen had insisted, and she eventually accepted being pampered.

But that hardly seemed like a reason for Nanao and Rangiku to act this way. Allen observed the beautiful woman with blonde, slightly orange-tinted hair, who continued to smile at him. Rangiku approached and hugged him from behind, leaning close to his ear and whispering:

"I'm not talking about the care afterward, which I honestly think is very sweet of you, but about the act that happened beforehand..."

Allen's hands froze mid-motion, the knife poised above the fruit he was slicing.

"You all heard?"

"Ara~ Allen-kun, don't tell me you actually thought the walls were thick enough to muffle Yachiru-Nee's screams~."

Allen finally understood the situation. At that moment, his focus had been solely on Unohana, so he didn't pay much attention to the people outside.

"Still, isn't this a bit exaggerated? From what I understand, she's over a hundred years old."

"Mou," Rangiku pouted. "You shouldn't mention a lady's age, and even though Nanao-chan might be older by human standards, she's still a pure-hearted maiden in both body and soul."

"Fair enough, haha. Sorry about that," Allen said, glancing at Rangiku, who had been hugging him for some time. "Not that I mind, but do you plan to keep taking advantage of the situation?"

"Ara, you caught me~." Rangiku stepped back and leaned against the counter. "You know, I'm not as easy as people might think."

"I know," Allen replied without hesitation, leaving Rangiku stunned.

She was often misunderstood as someone who enjoyed playing with men, but her flirting was limited to teasing. Whenever anyone tried to push boundaries, she firmly rejected them. This was evident even in the original story when certain men tried to get overly familiar with her.

Rangiku approached Allen from the side and stared at Allen's focused profile for a moment before blushing. She didn't care what others thought of her; it was her personality, and she wouldn't change it. But having someone so confidently affirm that she wasn't "easy" left her feeling oddly flustered.

Allen turned to look at her, and Rangiku, who was still staring at him, suddenly panicked.

"Oh!" Rangiku stepped back and tried to hide her face. "Sorry, I have to go!"

Allen blinked twice before returning to cooking.

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[ Is this clairvoyance at work?🍷🗿]



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After school, Allen headed to the Kurosaki household. This visit was important because Masaki had been so kind to him all this time, and it would be rude not to inform her of his departure.

"I'm back."

As he opened the door with his key, someone jumped on him. Allen caught the cute missile, who turned out to be Yuzu—the older of the sisters, with brown hair and a stronger resemblance to Masaki than her sister Karin.

"Allen Oniichan, who was that woman?"

Yuzu's voice sounded dark as she clung tightly to Allen. He quickly realized the situation: this little yandere must have seen him with another woman, possibly in a compromising position.

Allen racked his brain. Which one? Surrounded by women as he was, it was hard to tell when and whom Yuzu might have seen him with.

"I saw you with that woman who was wearing black..."

Now Allen was even more confused. If she was talking about black clothing, that could mean the shihakusho of a Shinigami, which included Rukia, Rangiku, Nanao, Isane, and, less likely, Unohana.

"Wait... Yuzu, you..."

Allen looked at her carefully. If she could identify Shinigami women, that meant she must be able to see spirits.

"Yuzu!"

Karin ran out of the living room, worried. She also knew her sister's yandere tendencies and looked at her with concern. Allen gestured to Karin to let him handle it. He knelt in front of Yuzu and patted her head gently.

"Yuzu..."

"What?"

"I know you have intense possessive feelings for me, but you know," Allen smiled as his scarlet-wine-colored eyes gleamed, "I'm even worse than you. I'm a greedy womanizer who can't resist a woman I like. That's why you shouldn't fall for me. Maybe in the future, when you're grown up, I'll come to kidnap you, and you won't be able to escape..."

Karin's jaw dropped at Allen's shameless declaration, and her face turned red. How could anyone be this brazen?!

But at the same time, Karin felt relieved. Yuzu, being a yandere, would never accept Allen having other women, so this should discourage her feelings for him.

"You promise~?"

"Huh?"

Karin thought her ears had failed her. She stared at Yuzu in disbelief, who now had rosy cheeks and dreamy eyes.

Allen was equally stunned. He hadn't expected this outcome. What he'd intended as a warning had instead sounded to Yuzu like a prince promising to sweep her away.

Allen chuckled at the situation...

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Later that night, Masaki returned home after visiting a patient. She noticed the gourmet dinner on the table and was surprised, as she had told Yuzu she'd be late and not to wait for her.

"Hello, Aunt Masaki." Allen showed up with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Allen!"

Masaki leaped onto Allen and hugged him like a koala. She started crying. Life as an adult was hard, and even though she was a strong woman who'd raised her daughters on her own, there were moments when she just wanted to cry and be comforted.

Allen listened to her complaints as they ate dinner alone. After an hour, Masaki, now slightly tipsy from the wine, moved to the couch where she became affectionate.

"Allen-kun, you know even I have my needs..."

Masaki leaned against Allen, her cheeks flushed and her neckline slightly open.

"What are you saying, Aunt Masaki?"

Allen knew that in this world, his aunt was a woman who unconsciously neglected personal boundaries. Still, Allen was curious to see how far she'd go, so he didn't stop her as he usually did.

"You know I'm upset~."

She used her hand to caress Allen's chest, clearly loosened up by the wine.

"You have such a beautiful woman here, yet you're fooling around with women outside."

"I don't know what kind of pervert you think I am, but at least I haven't done anything out on the streets..."

If nothing else, Allen had kept himself decent while in public, so at most, people might've seen Orihime clinging to him.

"Don't lie. I know how you flirted with that girl in glasses, the blonde with the big chest, and let's not forget the woman who turns into a cat!~"

"..."

Allen's eyes widened as he realized he'd underestimated the Quincy in front of him. She had been watching him closely and knew far more than he thought.

He smiled with a hint of mischief as he lifted Masaki's face.

"So, you've been watching me? That's rather bold of you, considering I'm your King..."

Masaki seemed dazed for a moment, and Allen fell silent.

Artoria – Has this woman forgotten he's the Quincy King?

Nokotan – Nuhahaha!

Bocchi – How careless can someone be? This is like leaving the stove on before going on vacation.

"Tehehe!"

Masaki giggled clumsily as Allen flicked her forehead. After that, Masaki fell asleep, and Allen carried her to her bed.

[Looks like your conversation would have to wait...]

"Yeah..."

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Allen did not sleep at the Kurosaki's house but returned to his own. He was about to fall asleep when there was an unexpected visit.

"Makima…?"

"..."

The redhead stood at the entrance of his room with her usual expressionless look. However, there was a different aura around her. Her outfit consisted of one of Allen's shirts, which she had probably taken secretly.

Allen walked toward Makima and, once in front of her, remained silent.

Reflecting on the past, the time they had spent at odds far outweighed the moments they seemed to get along. However, time is a powerful ingredient in any relationship, for better or worse.

At that moment, Allen didn't hesitate to extend his arms to embrace Makima. She showed no sign of discomfort. Of course, considering she was wearing an Allen shirt, she made her intention clear.

"You can't expect to leave if you came like this…"

Allen's arrogant whisper was met with Makima closing the door and locking it with her chains. Allen smiled, but Makima's expression remained unchanged. Their relationship had fundamentally shifted, even if their attitudes were still similar.

Makima took the initiative to draw closer, and he responded in kind, kissing her soft lips. The kiss didn't last long before they parted to look at each other, only to kiss again. This time, Allen introduced his tongue, which Makima welcomed, intertwining hers.

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[From here on it's r18 if you're not good with this stuff nor do you have to read it 🍷🗿]



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Allen's hands traveled from her waist to her bakery; one of Makima's most attractive features. She wasn't idle either, slipping one hand into Allen's pants to stimulate his "younger brother." Makima, being a demon woman, had a natural talent for these things, even though she had never seemed interested in any carnal relationships.

Allen caressed her bare skin as Makima's body temperature rose. She attempted to pull away to say something, but Allen didn't let her; words were unnecessary at this moment.

"Nnh..."

His hands roamed her body, making her gasp. Makima appeared to smile faintly before moving her hand with more provocation, unwilling to lag behind.

Allen lifted Makima by her soft, plump thighs and carried her to the bed.

Once the sexy woman was lying down on the bed, Allen momentarily stepped back, removing his shirt and pants with a snap of his fingers and storing them in his inventory.

Makima, wearing only the shirt half-buttoned to reveal her underwear, bit her lip seductively. Allen positioned himself over her and, while gazing into her golden eyes, began unbuttoning the shirt. Beneath it, she wore no bra, leaving her chest exposed. Allen wondered if Makima's proportions had increased after reincarnating or if she was an alternate version of the original Makima. Either way, it didn't matter.

"Nnh...Kuhh..."

He caressed one of her soft breasts before kissing her again. Makima wrapped her arms around Allen, pulling him closer.

Allen's hand traveled down to her most intimate area, where he was met with a warm welcome accompanied by her moans.

"N... Haahn...."

"I knew your adorable voice would sound amazing…"

Makima's voice, always contrasting her ruthless personality, now became a pleasure to hear.

"I knew you were depraved, but I didn't think you had this kind of fetish… Nhaah!"

Allen silenced her by slipping his fingers inside her, then kissed her again, giving her no space to speak further. Makima trembled as her hips moved restlessly.

Allen withdrew his now-damp hand and proceeded to take the final step. Makima gasped silently as she looked at him, a blush painting her cheeks.

Without wasting time, he aligned himself with her before beginning to enter. He felt unusual resistance as it happened.

"Kuhh..."

"Hm?"

As he was enveloped by Makima's petals, he sensed something obstructing his path.

Allen looked at Makima in surprise. She smiled and pulled him closer, biting his ear before speaking.

"I despise demons and consider humans worse than insects. Did you think I'd ever have a prior relationship?"

Allen paused to consider it. While Makima often seemed willing to do anything for her goals, there was always an air about her that suggested she preferred the company of dogs over people.

Allen pulled back slightly and, while maintaining eye contact, pressed forward. She showed no signs of pain—unsurprising given her resilience. Nevertheless, Allen decided to be considerate and paused for a moment.

Makima wrapped her legs around him impatiently. Taking that as a green light, Allen began to move. Makima's skin quickly took on a pink hue as she closed her eyes. Allen kissed her again, moved by how endearing she looked.

She responded as best she could while being overwhelmed by the emotions washing over her. The desire to be held had never been this strong for Makima; her body craved her lover's touch. Her breath matched the rhythm of her hips.

"Aaah....Nhaah.....Nhaahn!"

From her entrance to her depths, every inch of Makima was claimed, slowly molding to Allen's shape. Rather than discomfort, this thrilled her further, and in response to his conquest, she bit Allen hard enough to leave a mark.

A drop of blood fell from Allen's shoulder—Makima's declaration that if she bled, so would he.

Allen wouldn't let Makima mark him without compensation, especially now that he felt less inclined to be gentle. He grabbed her waist and doubled his force and speed.

"Ahhh!"

Makima's eyes widened in embarrassment as she covered her mouth to prevent the other girls from hearing what was happening. Maybe that would be impossible but at least she didn't want to look like a slut.

Allen didn't care and devastated Makima, who, unlike Unohana, showed no signs of weakness,s, and Allen decided to prolong this for two hours.

Makima, at this point, had lost all trace of decenc,y, and saliva was dripping from her mouth while her eyes were heart. After so long, Allen finally let her rest and, with a final surge of speed, released a huge load inside her.

Allen had long since ceased to be an ordinary human so his production had increased along with his strength, being able to take Makima to the climax as he filled her to the brim.

Makima clung to Allen with all her might; she believed that they both wanted to kill each other before and now they were becoming one. After a while Makima loosened Allen's grip and released him to collapse on the bed.

They both lay down together, Makima looked at Allen silently before moving closer to him to sleep in his arms for the rest of the night.

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"Mmmhhhh!!!" the muffled grunt by de Albedo sounded full of rage as she heard Makima's final scream.

Albedo was held down by Enkidu, Angelica's chains capable of containing gods, as well as having her mouth covered.

Angelica looked at the second floor with displeasure, "Are they finally done?"

If you're wondering why the king of heroes is stopping Albedo from entering and interrupting Allen and Makima, it's because Allen had asked her, and as a friend, she couldn't let him down.

Angelica clutched her chest over her heart, feeling a strange sense of jealousy, but being a proud girl, she decided to ignore that feeling.

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