"Ugh… how awful…"
The figure walked toward Renji, still cradling the Zombie Devil's head. As she moved, she took a casual bite from the rotting skull, tearing off a chunk of putrid flesh. She chewed slowly, then swallowed.
"You there—you're Special Division too, right? Got a handkerchief or something?"
She stopped a short distance away, her tone languid and bored.
Renji adjusted his grip on Himeno's thighs, shifting her weight on his back.
[Ding~ Detected Himeno's 'blissful' emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
He walked closer, closing the distance. Slightly raising his arm, he gestured to the uniform jacket tucked there.
"No handkerchief. Just this—my jacket. You can use it to wipe."
The figure pinched a corner of the fabric and pulled it free from Renji's arm.
"You really dare get this close? Touching me shortens your lifespan. Didn't Kishibe tell you about me?"
"Just walking over and letting you take a jacket can't be that serious, can it?"
[Ding~ Host has encountered a major character for the first time: Angel Devil, Angel. System rewards three points.]
The Angel Devil was a unique existence. She bore almost no hostility toward humans, yet she wouldn't go out of her way to save them either. Her ability was to drain the lifespan of any living being she touched—approximately two months per handshake.
She could convert that stolen lifespan into weapons of various special abilities, which would then materialize and drop from the golden halo floating above her head.
Her real name was Angel. In appearance, she was strikingly humanoid: long, smooth pink hair fell to her waist, and her features were delicate, almost androgynous.
Her devilish traits manifested in her head and back—a glowing, circular golden halo hovered above her, and a pair of pristine white wings grew from her shoulders.
As for her figure… there wasn't much to say. She was slender, not delicate. Her somewhat neutral build meant her chest was nearly flat.
In the original telling, the Angel Devil had a boyish presence. But in this world, that was gone. She was unquestionably female now—though her androgynous looks and build remained unchanged.
Angel Devil dropped the zombie head she'd been holding, shook out Renji's jacket, and began meticulously wiping her face.
"Hey!"
Renji exclaimed, startled. He'd thought she was going to wipe her shoes—he never expected her to wipe her face!
He had just used that jacket to clean Himeno's body. Every part of her. Including her lower lips.
At the time, Renji had just sealed her with white tape, blocking the thick, sticky flow from escaping. Even so, quite a bit had smeared on the outside.
In other words—that uniform jacket was stained with his seed.
And Angel Devil was using it to wipe her face.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Why so loud?"
Angel Devil paused mid-wipe, lowering the jacket to look at Renji in confusion.
Renji's lips parted. He wanted to speak but didn't dare. Wanted to ask but couldn't find the words. For a moment, he was utterly at a loss.
"You… why wipe your face? Weren't your shoes dirty?"
"Mhm, they are. But my face is sticky too. It's uncomfortable. So I thought I'd wipe my face first, then my shoes."
"You… you… normally… you wouldn't use the same thing for your face and shoes, right? Doesn't… doesn't your face feel even stickier now? Are you… okay?"
Renji stammered, genuinely concerned.
Angel Devil sighed.
"How strange. You're overreacting. It's just a jacket. What could possibly happen? But if you mean it feeling stickier… it really is, a little…"
Angel spread the jacket open in her hands to examine it, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary—the traces had already soaked into the fabric. Only certain areas appeared slightly darker.
"And there's a scent… a smell… like heather…?"
Her voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost inaudible to Renji.
[Ding~ Detected Angel's shocked emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
A system prompt for shock echoed in his mind. Renji watched Angel closely. Though the system indicated she was deeply shaken, her expression hardly changed—only a faint blush colored her cheeks.
"Here. That's enough. Thank you."
"You…"
Renji took the jacket back. He still wanted to say something, but Angel cut him off.
"It seems I've… inadvertently stumbled upon something I shouldn't have. But I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to know. Knowing things like this just forces me to do work I'd rather avoid. So… it's better if you don't say anything."
Though her face remained a mask of calm indifference, her tone had shifted entirely—from lazy detachment to something low and serious.
Renji caught the change immediately. He nodded, deciding to follow her lead.
"Mhm… I understand. I won't say anything. Then you won't have to know."
[Ding~ Detected Angel's longing emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
[Ding~ Detected Angel's restrained emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
Angel let out a slow, quiet breath.
"Thank you. That's a relief. If I had to work because of this, I'd rather just die."
Renji glanced over at the Spider Devil, who was still diligently clearing the zombie horde alone on the other side of the area.
"I'm going to find somewhere to slack off and rest now. What about you? Staying to help or something?"
Angel asked again, her voice drifting back toward its usual languid tone.
"I still have things to take care of. I'll be going now."
"Then take that passage. It's safer."
Angel pointed toward a corridor. Renji thanked her and turned to leave, Himeno still secure on his back. Angel watched him go, her eyes following his figure until he disappeared around the far corner.
Only then did she allow her composure to break.
"Ugh… Haah… Haah…"
Her face flushed deeply, and she suddenly began to gasp, legs trembling as she slumped against the nearest wall, sliding slowly to the floor.
—Splurt—
A warm rush soaked through her underwear as her body shuddered with release. Her vision blurred, eyes glazing over as waves of sensation rolled through her.
—Splurt—
—Splurt—
......
Renji peered back from around the corner of the passage and saw Angel collapsed on the ground in the distance, unmoving.
He hesitated, unsure whether to approach.
Before long, Angel pushed herself up, using a pillar for support. She stood unsteadily and began to walk in one direction, but every few steps she had to pause, head bowed, shoulders shaking with ragged breaths.
And each time she stopped, a small, clear puddle formed on the ground beneath her.
Finally, Angel stumbled into a utility room, closed the door behind her, and vanished from sight. Only then did Renji finally turn and leave.