Renji was stunned, his thoughts yanked from Kobeni to Makima.
"A… a date…? You and me?"
"Yes."
Makima nodded gently. Then, she made a sudden, bold move that completely took Renji by surprise.
She leaned in close to him, extending a slender, jade-like hand that landed as softly as a feather on his chest. Her fingers traced slowly across the fabric, bringing with them a faint, almost imperceptible tingle.
Then, her palm began to glide downward along his body, the gentle touch flowing over his abdomen, his waist, until finally, Makima's hand came to a stop just above his length, not moving another inch.
Her fingers rested there, a hair's breadth away.
"Eh…?"
Renji truly hadn't expected Makima to do this. They hadn't confessed anything to each other yet. Objectively, at least on the surface, Renji's identity to Makima should still be that of an ordinary woman—though he knew full well that Makima was aware he was male.
But… given the current circumstances, it shouldn't be like this. Renji felt they should still be in a state of…
…mutual non-exposure.
Meaning: I won't expose you as the Control Devil, and you won't expose me as a man.
This shouldn't be happening yet…
It's just…
It shouldn't be progressing this quickly…
Everything happened too fast. For Renji, time seemed to freeze in that moment. The entire world narrowed down to just him and Makima, and Makima's hand, resting just above him.
Then, her hand moved. She began to stroke him rhythmically through the fabric.
The unusual sensation made Renji's entire body stiffen. Makima's sudden, skillful touch sent his heart pounding violently, as if it were about to burst through his chest.
Gentle.
His mind raced, and the word "gentle" surfaced. It was the best adjective he could find to describe Makima's technique.
Himeno had touched him this way too, but there was always a purpose behind it. Her techniques were mostly about gripping, pinching, grasping, and squeezing.
Even the five-finger technique she later developed specifically for him never strayed far from those four words. Himeno's five-finger technique could bring him pleasure, but that pleasure was always mingled with pain.
Makima's technique, however, was entirely different from Himeno's. It was defined by one word:
Softness.
It was a technique that allowed him—and his length—to reach the peak of pleasure.
Even through the layer of fabric, every movement of her hand felt so gentle, so agile.
Her fingers rubbed the head behind the cloth, stroked the shaft itself, and caressed the heavy orbs beneath.
Makima's gentleness didn't feel calculated; it flowed naturally from her hands, imbuing Renji with a sense of warm power.
It almost seemed…
As if Makima herself had been longing for this for a long time…
As if everything she did was simply to please him…
Renji felt an unprecedented comfort. Through his length, through the rhythmic motion of Makima's hand, he could clearly feel the warmth of her palm and the subtle sensations transmitted by her fingertips.
"Are you very nervous?"
"A… a little."
Makima extended her other jade-like hand, took Renji's hand, and slowly guided it to her own high, full chest.
[Ding~ Detected Makima's excited emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
Upon contact, Renji realized Makima's chest was much larger than it appeared. It was just that she usually wore a fitted black coat, which made it seem smaller.
Large, round, and perfectly shaped—truly a sight to behold.
Even with one of Renji's hands placed on it, he couldn't cover it completely, falling quite short. And that was with Makima still wearing a bra. If she removed it and let them free, how grand and soft would they be?
And most importantly…
Through her chest, Renji could clearly feel that Makima's heart was also beating very fast.
Unable to resist, he gave a gentle squeeze.
[Ding~ Detected Makima's disgusted emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
[Ding~ Detected Makima's longing emotional state. System rewards 20 points.]
"Me too."
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In the lobby of the Tokyo Public Safety Headquarters, the Angel Devil leaned lazily against a public seat in the corner, her gaze fixed aimlessly on the ceiling. The silence was only broken when a figure approached.
Renji, his face still slightly flushed, walked up to her.
The Angel Devil heard the movement and glanced toward the sound—she saw Renji.
Blinking, she leaned her head back again, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she looked at Renji once more, confirmed that her partner for the day was indeed him, and let out a long, heavy sigh.
"This is bad… I'm not dreaming right now… This is exactly the situation I least wanted to encounter. Getting involved with you is even worse than working hard."
The two of them sat quietly on opposite ends of a park bench. The Angel Devil held an ice cream cone, leisurely licking it.
Her small, pink tongue moved up and down over the white surface, each time scooping up a bit of the creamy ice cream before retreating back into her mouth, swallowing the sweet treat.
Renji, meanwhile, seemed somewhat distracted, staring up at the sky, his mind preoccupied with Makima's gentle manipulation.
For a moment, he'd been so stirred that he'd nearly allowed himself to harden fully.
Suppressing the impulse, he finally managed to calm down. Renji came back to his senses, checked the time, and then glanced over at the Angel Devil on the other side of the bench.
"Hey, shouldn't we be patrolling?"
"Hmm~ I don't feel like moving… Eating ice cream is so tiring… Eating seems to drain stamina too. And because you're sitting on the bench, my wings can't spread out and have to stay folded—that's also draining. I can't work today."
Renji studied the Angel Devil's lazy demeanor, thought for a moment, and nodded.
"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Let's just call it a day. Seems fine to just sit here until our shift ends."
The Angel Devil was surprised and paused her licking.
"How strange. Aren't you with Public Safety? Is it really okay to be this negligent?"
"I'm usually like this. Work, you know—slack off when you can. I have a festival to go to tonight, and something might happen, so I need to conserve energy. Besides, you say that, but aren't you also Public Safety? And a Devil? If you neglect your duties, the consequences would be much worse than for me."
The Angel Devil smiled faintly.
"What do you mean? It seems we get along quite well in that regard."
Still, just sitting there wasn't just boring—even his backside was starting to ache. Renji looked around and noticed a line of ants carrying food across the middle of the path.
This park wasn't very crowded. Renji walked over, crouched down in the middle of the path, and watched the ants. Just then, someone walked past him, stepping right over the ant trail.
But after the person passed, Renji was surprised to find the ant colony completely unharmed. They were still busily moving along their predetermined route, without any sign of panic or disruption.
Renji looked at the person who had walked by. From the back, the figure was tall, with long silver-white hair and a black-purple outfit.
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