Female Swordsman Training Dojo

She gritted her teeth, roaring inwardly with resentment. But this was not the time to hesitate, nor was she the kind of person to waver. Facing the rapidly approaching Harunobu and the others, she flung all the power she had just drawn from Harunobu into the sea.

Takamagahara was in an uproar.

The millennia-long preparation was fully activated at this moment. The sea roared and stood up, unleashing an iron fist at Hiraharunobu. Izanami desperately summoned the maximum amount of her corrupting power, while golden and pure light flashed at their fullest, attempting to withstand the genuine pressure of the sea.

Harunobu didn't make a move. He stared at the churning waves, formed by the convergence of all the seawater in Takamagahara, as if he were watching Izanagi. He was puzzled as to why Izanagi could create such a massive commotion with his own soul. How could a human soul possess such power? If it did, humans would have long since become strategic resources.

Furthermore, while Izanagi may have been lying before, she does know his name, and she needs to explain why.

The ocean waves surge in, and the giant sea's iron fist is about to strike.

Harunobu raised his Zanpakuto and casually slashed forward: "Bankai: Three Thousand Floating Worlds of Joyful Heaven - Thousand Thoughts of the End of Dharma!"

The patterns on the blade shimmered slightly, and the phantom images of Amu Hojo and Izanami appeared behind Harunobu, then embraced him.

The second effect of Harunobu's Bankai is that he can use the abilities of anyone controlled by his Shikai at any time, and these abilities can even be stacked.

With the combined power of Hosho Amu's single-minded devotion and Izanami's corrupting influence, Harunobu's jet-black aura sliced ​​through the towering wave as easily as tearing through fragile flesh. The wave was split in two, crashing back onto the ground and obscuring the underwater cities that had just been revealed.

It's just a city.

There were no eight million gods, no inhabitants, only a vast expanse of neat, brand-new cities, showing no signs of use. And within those cities, the Yama Blade stood quietly at the heart of a majestic statue.

That statue is naturally a depiction of the creator god Izanagi.

Harunobu raised his hand and summoned Enma, returning it to his grasp. He looked at Izanagi, who had been so proud not long ago.

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The great god of intention was now dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair, looking extremely disheveled, yet possessing a unique beauty, or rather, a sense of brokenness.

But she wasn't yet in dire straits, nor had she completely given up. Before her stood a steel warrior whose face bore an uncanny resemblance to Harunobu. His body was cast in bronze and iron, his face righteous and resolute; aside from the missing lower half, he looked remarkably like a living person.

"Is this your last trump card? A robot version of me?" Qingxin looked at the radish and shook his head: "Its core is the Three Lives Stone you took, right? Then you activated it with the spiritual energy you just absorbed from me, and poured my future or past life into this robot... But do you really think you can win like this?"

Izanagi's expression was icy: "If you can't, why don't you come and kill us instead of wasting time talking?"

Qingxin shook his head helplessly: "I originally thought you would take the opportunity to attack Xiaoyi and I was going to intercept you; I didn't expect you to still be planning to confront me head-on at this time. Perhaps I should admire your courage..."

Harunobu paused slightly, then appeared before the machine samurai before uttering the rest of his words: "...Or perhaps you're wondering about your understanding of me?"

Without hesitation, the machine samurai slashed at Harunobu with an impeccable move, its momentum and intent perfectly aligned. It was Harunobu's strongest strike—the Wind Sword: Darkness! However, what swirled around it was pure white mist; perhaps it should be called the Wind Sword: Brightness.

While he had already drawn his sword, Harunobu had not yet made a move. Izanagi's heart clenched with anxiety, eagerly anticipating the overconfident Harunobu being severely wounded by this strike! That way, she could completely turn the tide!

However, Harunobu simply watched the blade approach him silently, and only raised his hand at the very moment it was about to strike.

The blade, which had only displayed the patterns of the kitten and Yakumo Kurenai, suddenly became fully lit, with layers of afterimages mixed with Izanami and the other real people, all pouring their power into Harunobu.

Bankai: Three Thousand Floating Worlds - Happy Day!

With a loud crash, the mechanical warrior... well, perhaps it would be better to call it a puppet warrior, in any case it exploded and scattered, turning into a pile of fragments.

Harunobu then strolled over to Izanagi and placed a sword against her neck: "I have a few questions for you."

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Although she could clearly feel the coldness and sharpness of the Zanpakuto, Izanagi still showed no sign of yielding. She stared at Harunobu, her eyes filled with resentment and anger, perhaps humiliation, but these did not outweigh the former. Her thin lips, slightly pale from being tightly pressed together, and her neck, slightly reddened from the pressure of the blade, did reveal her vulnerability, but these were clearly not what Harunobu wanted.

Should we just kill him?

Harunobu was in a dilemma. He wouldn't mind killing him directly if it were any other problem, but since it involved his past life memories and even the system, he obviously couldn't be so careless. If Izanagi wasn't a spirit, then there might still be a chance to search his soul. But spirit monsters are not very susceptible to soul-searching techniques, let alone someone with Izanagi's strength.

Is torture the only option left...?

As Harunobu pondered, Amaterasu, Asuka, and Izanami were not idle either. They first joined forces without hesitation to bind Izanagi. With a triple lock of ten thousand skillful hands, the power of filth, and the true fire of the sun, Izanagi would normally have to exert considerable effort to deal with it, let alone now that it was directly bound to her. While it wasn't impossible for her to break free, it was impossible to do so silently without informing everyone, and she would definitely have to pay the price of injury—there was virtually no chance of escape.

Harunobu sheathed his Zanpakuto and released his Bankai—the exertion was too great, and he had been relying on his Existence Power and Impurity Power to endure it.

He was prepared to negotiate again, but when he refocused his gaze on Izanagi, he was speechless: "Why are you binding her like this?"

"I'm used to it, and it's more secure this way~"

Izanami looked at Harunobu with an innocent expression. If she could suppress the smile in her eyes, Harunobu might believe her.

At this moment, Izanagi was suspended in mid-air, her hands and feet bound together by thousands of skillfully crafted ribbons, which were simultaneously burning with black mist and golden flames. The same ribbons were also tightly bound to her body, starting from her neck and wrapping down her exposed, snow-white body in an alternating diamond pattern, supporting her large breasts, which were similar in size to Izanami's true form, and pushing them forward. Her flat, white abdomen was divided into several sections, and finally a ribbon that ran vertically through her abdomen and sunk deep into the valley ended, connecting to the ribbon on her beautiful back.

A pure-colored ribbon, burning with black mist, clung tightly to her snow-white skin, causing the blood to seep to her sides under the pressure, like cherry syrup smeared on a creamy ice cream, adding a provocative pink to the alluring white. The black forest below her abdomen, preserved in its youthful form due to her spiritual nature, resembled a dark chocolate garnish at the bottom of an ice cream cone, surprising yet irresistible, making one want to savor it quickly.

The shameful pose forced upon you by the ribbon is like the colorful packaging of an ice cream. The waiter's "please enjoy" message when serving it clearly indicates that it belongs to you and is already yours, naturally making you look forward to that sweet taste.

Qingxin closed his eyes and calmed himself down slightly: "Xiao Yi, I don't think this is a good idea..."

Although he's practically shameless now, he still can't bring himself to be truly "strong." It's not like he can't find other ways to release his pent-up desires; why resort to such despicable methods? And as for forced confessions, this method is pointless. This isn't some hentai world; you can't conquer someone with your genitals!

Even with the seemingly most insane Izanami, he conquered her through psychological manipulation!

Izanami gently pinched Izanagi's rounded buttocks, not too hard. After all, this was a gift prepared for Harunobu, and of course she wanted to give it to him virginity. As for Harunobu's bottom line, well, it's time for her to play the bad woman again!

She pressed herself against Qingxin, her appearance reverting to her true form. One hand gently caressed Qingxin through his pants, while she said in a seductive voice, "How can this be called 'strong'? Qingxin, she is my soul, and I am your little dog, so she is your thing too~"

Izanagi blurted out, "Bullshit!"

He spoke his mind freely and unrestrainedly, but it was of no use. Instead, Asuka seized the opportunity, twisted the ribbons of his skillful hands into a ball, and stuffed it into Izanagi's mouth.

"Ugh ugh ugh!!!" Izanagi's cursing suddenly turned into indistinguishable sobs, and his eyes turned into full of hatred as he looked at Izanami, just like the look Izanami used to show when she mentioned her.

Izanami had a great time.

But that wasn't enough. Izanami licked her lips and said again in a coquettish voice, "Besides, Master, look at her like this, she looks so much like me. You certainly don't want others to see her like this, or for others to touch her, right? What if she develops feelings for someone else in the future and wants to find another man..."

If Harunobu was only slightly swayed by Izanami's twisted logic before, her words now struck at his Achilles' heel. Izanagi and Izanami's bodies were actually identical; after all, they were one person, only one was a soul and the other a body.

The reason they don't seem so similar is entirely due to their different auras. The former Izanami appeared cold, crazy, cruel, and vicious, like a witch; now she is a seductive, beautiful, and wanton witch. These two auras are completely opposite to the serene, aloof, and dignified Izanagi, so it's indeed difficult to see the resemblance at first glance.

But no matter what, their bodies are indeed almost identical. If Izanagi really did find another man, wouldn't that be considered being cuckolded? Maybe not, but Harunobu certainly wouldn't accept it.

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He pursed his lips, hesitating slightly. His already fragile bottom line seemed about to be breached again by the wicked woman beside him, dragging him to an even deeper level of depravity. He looked at Izanagi with a hint of inquiry, but the latter's gaze remained as firm as ever, as if expressing disdain and mockery towards Harunobu.

But, perhaps it was just his imagination, Harunobu felt he saw a certain weakness in it. And frankly, he could have Izanami torture Izanagi and then kill him; that would have been a solution. After all, what Izanagi had done made killing him understandable.

Seeing Harunobu hesitate, Asuka added insult to injury: "Harunobu, she is Izanagi, the lord of Takamagahara. Who knows if she has a way to revive? Besides, even if she is tortured, she may not tell the truth. We have no other way to verify her testimony. But if she were at the summit of Elysium, even she might not remember how to lie, right?"

"Hmm, that makes sense..."

As Harunobu began to tremble violently, Izanagi's sobs grew louder.

But no one paid her any attention. Not to be outdone, Amaterasu launched an additional attack: "Harunobu, have you forgotten the Bankai you just completed? Why don't you try to make her yours directly?"

Harunobu's Zanpakuto, Wyōkai Mandala, can control others in its Shikai form, but only if the recipient willingly accepts it. Even in its Bankai form, this restriction is only slightly loosened; it simply means that it can be forcibly converted upon contact.

Moreover, unlike the initial release which is completed almost instantly, forced conversion takes time, and the time depends on the depth of contact and the duration... It seems, perhaps, maybe, it really is possible?

Qingxin's bottom line has dropped a little further.

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Author's note: Update progress 2/30. I forgot to update day 0 yesterday (out of 3 chapters).

Then I'll go to jail tomorrow. I'll see if the application passes; it'll probably be around 6k.

Chapter 599: The Ultimate Insult (6200 words)

As Harunobu stopped wavering, the scene suddenly became cheerful, especially Izanagi's violent struggle in the air, which seemed to be constantly using water-splashing movements, making three-fifths of the people present extremely happy.

Of the three—Izanami, Amaterasu, and Asuka—the conflicts between the first two and Izanagi need no further explanation. Asuka, however, initially had no ill feelings towards Izanagi, but became somewhat dissatisfied as Izanami regained her memories. The reason is simple: in her and Amaterasu's memories, they had traveled with the couple Izanagi and Izanami, only to discover that not only had Izanagi never revealed his true form back then, but even Izanami was an imposter created by Asuka!

They're treating her like a fool, and she actually believed them! This grudge must be settled today!

Not to mention that she is now Harunobu's woman, so it is only natural that she should stand on Harunobu's side.

Amidst Amaterasu's condescending sneers, Izanami's unabashed mockery, and Asuka's detached and elegant cold laughter, Harunobu looked at Minamoto no Yukisakura. She was the only one present who had no grudge against Amaterasu, and moreover, a law-abiding lawyer. Perhaps it was inappropriate for her to stand by and witness the impending crime.

But as soon as Qingxin shifted his gaze, the intelligent and quick-witted Tianren shook his head: "Although I have no grudge against her, I finally have a chance to sneak away. Are you going to kick me out of the Normal School?"

For Minamoto no Yukisakura, Izanagi's fate was irrelevant; she would handle it as Harunobu intended. However, if she could squeeze more out of Harunobu, she would have to speak up.

What could Harunobu say? He could only simply pull down his pants and give Izanagi a look that even he himself didn't understand. To be honest, putting everything else aside, it was definitely a bit exciting.

The excited dragon exuded a strong odor, a mixture of sweat and hormones accumulated from the intense battle just now. As Qingxin released the dragon from its restraints, this scent immediately filled the nostrils of everyone present, eliciting various reactions.

Harunobu waved his hand in disgust in front of his nose, even feeling a little embarrassed, as he was usually very particular about hygiene. However, before he could even suggest cleaning himself with magic, Izanami had already grabbed him, skillfully sliding to her knees in front of him and swallowing him deep inside.

"Ah~ Harunobu's scent~ is so strong~"

"Get out of my way, you bitch—" Amaterasu arrived second, pushing Izanami aside, but afraid of hurting Harunobu, she dared not exert any force and ultimately failed to snatch the dragon, only able to awkwardly lick the human sac. Asuka, who arrived a step later, was unable to exert any force and could only helplessly call out to Harunobu's waist, licking the rest of his skin.

As for the last one to arrive, Yuan Xueying still had that cold and aloof demeanor, but her actions were anything but polite. She hugged Qingxin from behind and bit Qingxin's lips as he turned around.

For a moment, Izanagi, who had been filled with extreme disgust and resentment towards the smell, and even had the urge to confront Taira no Harunobu, was stunned. She was a little confused about what was happening. Taira no Harunobu was planning to use her to torture her, right? Why were the four of you the first to offer yourselves up after he took off his pants?

Could it be that you're actually on my side and are trying to buy me time?

Although Izanagi had never engaged in sexual intercourse, he still knew the basics: males typically could only have sex once or twice a day. Even though Taira no Harunobu was physically strong and could do it more often, his "opponents" were no ordinary men. Once he satisfied these bastards, she should be spared, right?

At least today should be...

Under Izanagi's expectant gaze, Harunobu didn't linger long before delivering himself into Amaterasu's warm little mouth, and the dragon temporarily entered a dormant state. However, after being mixed with the saliva of four people, the smell not only didn't lessen, but actually became even stronger.

However, the four Izanami, who had just enjoyed themselves, restrained their impulses. To be precise, their impulse to watch Izanagi Muzan outweighed their desires. Minamoto no Yuki Sakura, on the other hand, was not so fond of watching the show, but of course she was no match for the three of them working together, so she was directly suppressed.

Seeing that Izanami and the others had reached an agreement, Harunobu no longer waited. His still-erect dragon circled behind Izanagi. The moment he stopped, he saw Izanagi tremble, its body twisting violently as if trying to crash into him. Harunobu unceremoniously reached out and grabbed the two peach-like halves offered to him, forcefully kneading and splitting them apart to reveal the peach blossom paradise covered by delicate ribbons.

Even this place is exactly the same as Izanami.

Harunobu observed the pink steamed bun before him with an academic air. The center was tightly closed, almost entirely hidden beneath a ribbon, making it impossible to find the entrance at a glance. Fortunately, Harunobu was a seasoned veteran and skillfully located the correct entrance, though it was still quite dry at that moment.

However, this did give Harunobu a sense of novelty. Izanami was almost always wet when she was with him, and he had never seen her completely dry. Moreover, it was quite interesting that they had the same body and the same person, yet were in completely different states of being.

With a spirit of research, Harunobu carefully inserted his right pinky finger into it, while his left hand skillfully slid towards Izanagi's full breasts, which were tightly supported by ribbons, using the techniques he had honed through countless battles.

Unfortunately, no matter how many techniques Harunobu used, Izanagi remained unmoved and did not even show any basic physiological reaction—after all, she was a spirit and could completely ignore such "physical attacks."

It wasn't a normal body to begin with, so naturally, under active control, it wouldn't exhibit the various reactions a normal body should have. In fact, the fact that she still has a reproductive system is bizarre enough; in Japan, most souls manifest a form similar to mochi or glutinous rice balls; even those that become yokai (supernatural beings) often...

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It only has a basic human form, for example, the lower body is in a holographic state.

However, spirits also have their own unique characteristics. Unlike the scorching warmth of Izanami, the interior of Izanagi is refreshingly cool. Yet it is not stiff at all; on the contrary, it is very soft and lively. It actively wraps around any invading foreign object, almost as if it wants to melt and devour Harunobu's fingers.

Izanami and the others also discovered the problem with Izanagi's spirit body. Instead, they became even more sexually aroused, swallowed the juice in their mouths, and surrounded Izanagi.

Four pairs of arms roamed over Izanagi's body with varying degrees of passion, malice, contempt, and curiosity. Aside from the simply curious Minamoto no Yuki, the other three hands touched sensitive areas of the female body. Unlike the fruitless manipulation of Harunomi's followers, the mere touch of the three women was enough to elicit a reaction from Izanagi.

“Although spirits are immune to mortal objects, they are actually much more sensitive than the physical body.” Izanami vigorously rubbed the fleshy grape in her hand and said flirtatiously, “In our guild, many of the sisters are still hesitant to have frequent soul communication with the instructor, for fear of being completely ruined by the instructor and turned into empty shell dolls.”

Asuka sighed, her fingers continuing to swirl in Izanagi's mouth: "Izanami, please don't be so ambiguous. It's just that they're too weak. Humans have their limits, and there's no way to deal with this except by becoming stronger yourself."

Amaterasu was carefully admiring Izanagi's slender waist when she heard this. She patted the two peaches beside her to attract their attention: "You two, stop wasting time and hurry up and get her ready for the teacher's college."

Although spirits can shut down their five senses and avoid the instinctive reactions of flesh and blood, they still possess their own senses, which are extremely sensitive. If stimulated in the right way, their reactions can be even more intense than those of the physical body. Of course, such techniques and spells targeting the soul are extremely advanced; ordinary spellcasters can't even understand them, let alone someone like Qingxin who only started as a societal practitioner.

But it doesn't matter, as long as his wives can understand it.

A thin veil of black mist first enveloped Izanagi, as if draping her in a transparent black veil. Her fair and delicate skin was faintly visible through the black silk, making her even more alluring. After being covered by this black veil, a few drops of water immediately appeared on the ground beneath Izanagi.

The golden light was the second, striking fiercely atop the snow-capped peak, piercing the grapes like a nail. Originally a spell to pierce and destroy the soul, it was weakened countless times by Amaterasu, transforming the pain of the soul being pierced and crushed by a foreign object into a long, persistent, slight stinging sensation that continuously stimulated Izanagi's keen senses.

Finally, wisps of clear light entered Izanagi's mouth and nose, transforming into colorless, slippery oil. This was a spell that combined healing and enhancement, capable of repairing damage to the soul while simultaneously increasing its perception, making it ideal for magical duels. However, at this moment, it ironically allowed Izanagi to perceive the other two's teasing with even greater clarity and sensitivity.

No, there are three people.

After observing the other three's actions, Minamoto Yuki Sakura also took action out of curiosity. Her Amanto's keen perception of space and soul helped her find Izanagi's most sensitive spot—his rear—and she curiously probed inside with her finger.

Izanagi felt that there was no free spot on her body, not a clean one. Everywhere she looked, there were the large hands of Taira no Harunobu and the others. Her skin became hot and sensitive, and strange, inexplicable sensations surged over her like a tide, assaulting her brain.

My breasts feel so full and tight; my waist is so itchy and my buttocks hurt; my mouth feels so sore, and down there... it feels so empty~

Just as flesh and blood cannot resist physiological changes, spirits also have their own set of "physiological reactions," and Izanami and the others are well-versed in this, after all, it's something they and Harunobu have already mastered.

Only the innocent Yuan Xueying was still curiously speaking up: "Wow, it's so clean and cool in here. It's so convenient for spirits."

Hearing this, Izanagi was filled with shame and indignation, but the three seals that firmly bound her prevented her from even self-destructing. It wasn't that she couldn't, but rather that she would definitely be discovered before she could, and then there would certainly be even more vicious and cruel humiliation—after all, the opponent was Izanami and Amaterasu.

Qingxin patted the fair skin in front of her, feigning displeasure, and said, "Why are you guys having fun? What am I supposed to do?"

Izanami giggled and leaned closer to Harunobu: "Don't rush, Harunobu, she's already reacting, isn't she?"