Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Sensing Fon's shifting expression, Makoto felt a mix of shame, frustration, and deep regret.

Fon was just an innocent girl! If he left her with any lasting impression or trauma, how could she interact normally with others in the future?

"Fon, it's getting late. You should probably head back, right?"

Makoto awkwardly suggested, his voice filled with unease.

Hearing his words, Fon snapped out of her daze, hastily turning away. Yet in that fleeting moment, she had seen more than she should—beyond the surface, beneath the steaming waters, something unmistakable.

Apart from Makoto's spiritual pressure, the entire underground space bore no other detectable presence.

"Could I have been mistaken? Or is there another hidden exit here that I don't know about?"

Fon buried herself in thought, desperately trying to suppress the startling image replaying in her mind.

But the harder she tried not to think about it, the clearer it became. Her imagination vividly reconstructed Makoto's striking spiritual body, each detail etched deeper into her mind.

"M-makoto, I… I'm sorry for disturbing you! I'll leave now!"

Fon stammered, her words tumbling over themselves as she fled the scene like a startled deer, disappearing swiftly through the underground entrance.

"Phew…"

Watching Fon leave, Makoto slumped against the edge of the hot spring, utterly drained.

This is too humiliating!

Faced with Fon's youthful innocence, Makoto—despite his maturity and experience—had no improper thoughts, only an overwhelming sense of mortification and guilt.

"Soi Fon is gone…"

Makoto muttered weakly, subtly hinting that Yoruichi should also take her leave.

Indeed, one should never casually soak in wild hot springs. It's pure torment!

As he lamented internally, Makoto suddenly felt a peculiar sensation—something warm, smooth, and heavy against his legs was growing larger.

In the next moment, emerging from beneath the water, were strands of silky purple hair, mischievous golden eyes, and enticingly radiant sun-kissed skin.

Yoruichi Shihoin.

She had reverted to her human form in such an inappropriate situation.

What's worse, their current posture was far too compromising, leaving Makoto momentarily dazed and at a loss for words.

"Caught you~"

Yoruichi licked her lips, her gaze teasing as she locked eyes with Makoto's flushed and flustered face.

"Makoto, you knew that black cat was me all along, didn't you? That's why you weren't the least bit surprised when Soi Fon brought it up earlier."

"L-Lady Yoruichi…"

Despite having encountered countless female Shinigami in the Fourth Division, Makoto was utterly disarmed in this scenario, especially before someone as uniquely alluring as Yoruichi.

"Lady Yoruichi, could you… could you please… step down?"

"Oh?"

Yoruichi feigned innocence, inching closer. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.

"What's the matter? You were enjoying cuddling the cat earlier, weren't you? Why stop now? Go on… indulge yourself…"

In the next instant, before Yoruichi could anticipate his response, Makoto abruptly grabbed her and executed a flawless shoulder throw, slamming her onto the ground behind him.

BOOM!

A spiderweb of cracks radiated from where Yoruichi landed.

Without giving her a chance to react, Makoto vanished from the hot spring in a blur of shunpo, hastily donning his neatly folded shihakusho and securing his zanpakuto. He darted towards the underground exit without looking back.

By the time Yoruichi regained her composure, Makoto's spiritual pressure had already faded beyond the confines of the underground space.

"Pfft~"

Lying on the ground, Yoruichi suddenly chuckled. She reached out, tracing patterns in the air with her fingers, and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Makoto really is such an adorable little fledgling, so easily flustered. Truly entertaining~~~"

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On the surface, Makoto finally let out a deep sigh, taking a moment to straighten his attire.

At least within the Gotei 13, Yoruichi wouldn't seriously chase after him—for now.

"I almost lost my composure back there…"

Even now, his blood was still running hot, his pulse unsteady.

Only the cool breeze of the Seireitei's tranquil night gradually eased his turmoil.

At that moment, Makoto realized just how vast the gap was between himself and someone as experienced as Yoruichi.

Had he allowed the situation to escalate, he would have ended up even more flustered and humiliated.

As for anything more happening…

Makoto knew that was impossible.

Yoruichi was the former head of the prestigious Shihoin Clan, one of the four great noble families of the Soul Society. Her status was unimaginable to most.

Even when she defied the Central 46 by rescuing Kisuke Urahara and others, the governing body dared not list her as a criminal, a testament to her untouchable position.

The Shihoin family's only concession was for Yoruichi to pass the mantle of clan leadership to Yushiro Shihoin, a convenient transfer that might have simply been Yoruichi's excuse to shirk responsibility and enjoy life in the human world.

Someone born into such privilege and authority could gain everything effortlessly—but it also left her devoid of worry or meaningful challenges.

Perhaps that's why Yoruichi found amusement in teasing others.

Makoto, however, had no intention of becoming her "toy."

Even if Yoruichi was undoubtedly the richest woman in the Soul Society, the price of "winning" her attention would mean forfeiting his freedom, dignity, and—most crucially—Unohana.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Byakuya was absolutely right—Yoruichi Shihoin truly was a devilish feline. He had almost let her corrupt his resolve.

"No. Tomorrow, I must visit Central 46 to see Unohana-sensei. I need to stabilize my mind and… subtly propose building that hot spring."

With that resolve, Makoto quickened his pace towards the Fourth Division barracks.

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