You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Yes, it's Akame-neechan. Everyone in the Third Division was very welcoming to me. That blond guy who looks like he might die young even gave me a pass."

Short-lived? Are you referring to Fengqiao? That guy does look melancholic and weak...

"Why don't I stay here and take care of my brother's daily life from now on?"

"That won't do. I need to focus on my creative work during this time. You're too restless to sit still..."

As he was speaking, Iori suddenly fell silent, because Nemuru, who was standing very close to him, had a slight frown on her brow, her eyes filled with an unyielding mist, and she was biting her lip, revealing a cautious yet endearing expression.

"Then... did Nemuru get in my way, brother?"

"no!"

Iori answered immediately.

Oh dear, that little expression...who taught you that?

Being looked up at by a cute girl while she calls him "brother" is a temptation no one can resist!

"Great!"

"But you have to tell the truth, this action and these words..."

"It was taught to me by Yoruichi-nee!"

Yinmeng betrayed her teammate without hesitation: "She said that to deal with innocent young boys, I should do this and that, and I can kill them instantly!"

"Don't listen to her, she's just talking nonsense..."

First of all, Iori is not an innocent young boy.

Secondly, Yoruichi is nothing more than a clueless, naive girl.

"But I'm quite surprised, brother. I didn't expect you to know Yoruichi?"

"Of course! I know Yoruichi-neechan, Saito-san, Unohana-neechan, and Sally-neechan... I know them all~"

Yinmeng proudly declared, "I'm also an overseas agent for the Women's Shinigami Association!"

"When did they start extending their influence into my home... What's wrong with these people?"

Iori's lips twitched slightly.

However, he also noticed the subtle differences in how Yinmeng addressed everyone, and couldn't help but glance at little Yinmeng, whose innocent little face showed no unusual expression.

Well, maybe she was just saying it casually and didn't mean anything by it.

"My favorite person is Sister Yezhou, she always gives me candy~"

But in comparison, 'little' Yachiru is really annoying; she always steals my food before I even realize it.

"..."

There's definitely something fishy about how this guy addresses people!

……

Iori felt like the whole world was against her. Whenever she wanted to write a book quietly by herself, she would always encounter all sorts of things that would stop her.

First, he was bothered by Nemu for a few days, then the Male Shinigami Association wanted to drag him to keep order so that he wouldn't be bullied too badly by the Female Shinigami Association, and then Mayuri Kurotsuchi invited him to see some new inventions. All of this made him forget about writing for a full half month.

...It's absolutely not intentional procrastination, I'm just simply too busy.

When he realized he still had important things to do, he made up his mind that he couldn't continue like this, so he made an excuse to go to the human world and settled down there to avoid his acquaintances in Soul Society.

"Writing? Ah, speaking of which, Iori, you are a writer, even though you write some disgusting things."

But now, is it still necessary to do that kind of work? Brother, you don't lack money, right?

Saito, holding a sake bottle, moved closer to Iori.

Unbearable to look at?

Iori glanced at Saito: "I'm not doing this for the money, I just want to bring joy to more people."

Iori stated that she had broken free from that kind of lowbrow taste.

"True?"

"I just want to see how they get driven crazy by the subsequent plot developments, tossing and turning every night, but unable to do anything about it."

Iori smiled, a smile that could only be described as gentle: "The thought that my book has given so many people 'goals' makes me feel like I've done something incredibly virtuous~"

"...Sometimes you can be quite strange."

Saito shook his head and sighed, then said, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

She glanced at the manuscript, then looked back at the door, suddenly drew her knife and swung it backward. The long blade spun and pierced the door frame, and a light breeze enveloped the entire room.

Iori looked up in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Saito's eyes were dangerous, but he smiled faintly and naturally squeezed between Iori and the desk, straddling her like a horse. Although she was a "young lady," the distance still allowed Iori to vaguely feel her softness.

"What for? To provide you with some material~"

"Nonsense! Get down here right now!"

Iori frowned: "I still need to write. Don't waste time. My readers are waiting for me!"

“But I see you’ve only written three paragraphs in all this time, and they’re all dialogues.”

"..."

Iori's face suddenly flushed red: "What do you know? From ancient times to the present, Japanese writers have loved delicate psychological descriptions. I'm just using language to... Anyway, what do you know!"

"I know quite a lot!"

Saito was never one to mince words. He adjusted his posture and pressed his head against Iori's head more aggressively from above.

"Would you like your older sister to teach you what action description is?"

"No, I can't drag this out any longer. The readers are definitely more important. I'm a writer with principles... grab my hand now! Otherwise, I'll resist!"

"Oh...oh oh!"

"Don't just stand there, push me down! You need to be assertive at this moment, use your legs to push harder, make me feel a little breathless."

"Hmm, hmm... oh?"

"Hey! Cheer up and get serious. I'm not someone who gives in so easily. How can you possibly crush me if you don't put in some effort?"

Iori gritted her teeth: "Damn it! Don't stop me from writing, woman!"

Chapter 551 A strange pride in a strange place.

In the warm embrace of the emperor in his boudoir, they spent the spring night; from then on, the emperor neglected his morning court duties.

While it wasn't quite that exaggerated, Iori truly enjoyed it—and was very glad that she hadn't lost her human senses and emotions in the process of becoming stronger.

If you turn into a cold, lifeless stone, even if you can exist forever, what fun would that bring?

Sometimes he goes on dates with his confidante, sometimes he fights against unparalleled powerhouses, sometimes he is harassed by his subordinates, and sometimes he enjoys cheers on the throne... Iori doesn't like a monotonous life, and this current state is just right for him.

In "Godkiller", he is the king; in "Kagemusha", he is the mastermind behind the scenes; in "Akatsuki no Akai", he is the Holy King; and now in "Bleach", he is ostensibly the captain of the Third Division, but in reality, he walks among mortals as a creator god disguised as a human.

"Tsk, you really got a great deal"—Iori chuckled as he looked down at Saito, who was lying in his arms.

However, it seems that among his girlfriends, Saito is the one who knows the least about his "background". She still doesn't know about Iori's other side and still thinks he is just a young Grim Reaper with amazing talent.

...But if you suddenly tell her that the one sleeping with you is an existence like the Spirit King, she probably won't be able to accept it for a while, right?

"Hmm, huh?"

Saito seemed to sense something and woke up groggily, rubbing his eyes.

She thoroughly enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact and snuggled closer to Iori, as if hugging a cool, breezy pillow in the summer, with her arms and legs draped over Iori.

Shy? Reserved? What is that?

Saito no longer cares about such things. While she remains more composed in public, she makes no attempt to hide her love for Iori in private. Of course, their physical intimacy in bed is only one aspect; their relationship is intimate in every way.

Sometimes even Iori felt it was a bit excessive, but Saito enjoyed it without any problem, as if she was releasing all the sensuality that had accumulated over thousands of years.

"Looking so worried, is this what they call 'wise man mode'?"

"...You went through my book?"

"I just want to know what you usually do."

Saito pressed his face against Iori's chest and closed his eyes comfortably: "They're all such lewd things after all!"

"..."

"what happened?"

Sensing something was amiss, Saito sat up and faced Iori, his innocent demeanor vanishing as he became serious: "What happened?"

"I have something very important to tell you."

Iori frowned: "I just don't know how to bring it up."

Seeing his expression, Saito's heart skipped a beat. Thinking he understood what he meant, he suddenly blushed, snorted, and turned his head away: "Vulgar!"

"……what?"

"Really! Lie was right. Men always take an inch and then a mile. Once they get the confidence they have, they start making unreasonable demands. Do you think I'll let you manipulate me?"

"what are you saying……"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Saito interrupted Iori, straddling her opposite her. The two were only covered by a sheet from the waist down, their skin pressed together, touching each other without any obstruction. Yet, she showed no embarrassment, speaking with righteous indignation, fully expressing her stance and restraint.

"To put it another way, I can barely accept having three wives and four concubines. I know who Ice Beauty (Esdeath) and Akame are to you. After all, I am also very familiar with them. It is impossible for women not to be able to tell each other apart."

Anyway, I only possess you to satisfy my own desires, and I don't intend to interfere in your affairs with other people.

However... however..."

Saito tightened his lips, narrowed his eyes, and glared at Iori with a hint of murderous intent.

"Don't overthink it. There's no way I'd join others in fawning over you!"

"?"

"This kind of thing should always be a matter between two people. Those three or four people in your book... shameless fantasies! I will never allow that!"

Iori's eyes widened, looking utterly astonished: "..."

"Your secret has been exposed, haven't you? What a greedy guy, even in sage mode you can overthink things... Damn it, you really underestimated me!"

So this is what you think about all the time? I never would have guessed!

"I have something more important to tell you than that."

"Ok?"

Saito's expression changed; he decided to spare her from even more perverse schemes.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm very serious."

Iori straightened up, met his gaze, and said earnestly, "Actually, I am the 'Spirit King'."

"?"

Saito paused for a moment, then his eyebrows visibly furrowed.

"The Spirit King, is that the one in the Spirit King's Palace?"

"Yeah yeah."

"Then you're an old man, much older than Yamamoto."

Is this the focus?

Iori chuckled and said, "I mean the current Spirit King, not the one from mythology, but in terms of realm and power level, he's even stronger than the previous one."

"Oh~"

Saito's eyes darted around: "And then?"

"What then?"

"What kind of play is this?"

The immortal asked curiously, "Role-playing? But I don't remember the Spirit King having a wife."