"Well, I'll take a bath first."
Kurotsuchi said, gently closing the bathroom door.
Takumi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk to the living room door.
Behind him, Kurotsuchi's voice came again.
"Can you help me with something?"
Her voice was weak.
"What's wrong?"
Takumi turned back helplessly, but when he looked back, his eyes widened in shock.
Konan, lurking on the ceiling, was also flustered.
Kurotsuchi was completely naked!
'In such a short time?!'
This speed, Takumi even thought Kurotsuchi was the one with extreme speed.
Although she used the door to block most of her body, her bare shoulders and one long leg stretched out the door showed she had nothing on.
'Shameless woman!'
Konan angrily cursed in her mind, almost losing her paper form and falling from the ceiling.
Fortunately, she steadied herself in time, but still cursed Kurotsuchi furiously.
'Shameless!'
'Using such a despicable method to seduce Takumi!'
'How could Takumi possibly fall for it!'
She turned her gaze to Takumi.
She found Takumi staring wide-eyed, his face full of astonishment, as if he hadn't reacted yet.
She immediately felt dissatisfied inside.
'What's there to look at!'
'Her chest is much smaller than mine!'
While angry, she also felt a trace of regret inside.
'If I could be as bold as Kurotsuchi, would I not be hiding here watching secretly?'
Thinking this, Konan only felt more and more uncomfortable inside.
Downstairs.
Takumi was indeed shocked.
He didn't expect Kurotsuchi to go this far.
But he had seen enough.
Kurenai had trained him well in this regard.
Of course, he had also trained Kurenai well.
In terms of figure, the curvaceous Kurenai completely outperformed Kurotsuchi.
So after a brief shock, he composed himself and politely looked away.
"What is it?"
His calm tone hurt Kurotsuchi a little.
'I've gone this far.'
'And you just look twice?'
'Aren't you tempted at all?'
Kurotsuchi was a bit unwilling. "Can you help me wash my back?"
She pressed her body against the door, showing her smooth back to Takumi.
"I can't reach it."
She said in a pitiful voice. Anyone hearing it couldn't remain unmoved.
"So troublesome."
Takumi helplessly scratched his head.
Kurotsuchi's face lit up with joy as she quickly opened the door. "Hurry up and come in!"
Takumi went in.
But the process was not what Kurotsuchi had imagined.
She had fantasized about a dreamy and beautiful scene in the bath.
The result was that Takumi really just scrubbed her back and then went out.
Without a moment's hesitation!
This made Kurotsuchi's self-confidence immediately plummet.
'Am I not pretty enough? Why does he dislike me so much?'
She showered with a mix of hope and fear, her expression full of defeat.
She had paid such a great price, but all she got in return was Takumi's disregard.
'Was that memory fake?'
'Did only I have it?'
Kurotsuchi didn't dare think that way.
She wanted to obtain the beauty described in that memory.
For that, she was willing to pay any price.
'Kurotsuchi! How can you give up so easily!'
She looked up and cheered herself on. 'This is just the beginning! You still have plenty of time!'
"Aren't you done washing yet?"
Takumi shouted from outside. "The water is probably getting cold, right?"
'Water? Cold?'
Kurotsuchi was stunned for a moment, then belatedly realized the water had long been cold.
She didn't know how long she had been showering; the hot water was long gone.
Now only cold water came out.
She couldn't help but shiver and hugged herself tightly.
"Ah-choo!"
She sneezed loudly, then her body began to uncontrollably shiver.
'Oh no!'
'I had come to be with Takumi day and night, but now it seemed I was getting sick.'
'How could I stick to Takumi like this?'
'If I caught a cold, I might infect Takumi!'
"Caught a cold?"
Takumi's voice came closer. "You've been washing too long."
The door opened, and Takumi, unconcerned with Kurotsuchi's nakedness, directly wrapped her in a thick blanket.
The warmth from the blanket made Kurotsuchi comfortable.
But what she enjoyed more was Takumi wiping her body.
Even though her body was being touched all over by him.
"So troublesome."
Takumi looked helpless.
Although Kurotsuchi looked older than him,
But right now, he felt like he was taking care of a little sister.
Although calculated by his actual age before and after transmigration, Kurotsuchi was indeed a younger sister to him.
But from appearances, he was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.
To outsiders, this must have seemed a huge contrast.
'So gentle.'
Konan witnessed Takumi's gentleness as he meticulously wiped away all the water droplets from Kurotsuchi's body, despite complaining verbally.
She couldn't help but show a trace of envy in her eyes.
All along, she had been with Nagato and Yahiko.
The three of them had been partners since childhood, depending on each other.
Since Yahiko died, both Nagato and she had changed greatly.
But Nagato changed more. To carry out the twisted version of Yahiko's dream, Nagato had done many things that, in her opinion, were very wrong.
Even so, she still stayed by Nagato's side.
Because she was Nagato's best friend.
But sometimes, she also wondered if there would be someone, like Takumi at this moment, who would care for her meticulously.
To be honest,
In the Akatsuki, she was more like an old mother, taking care of the incapacitated Nagato.
She didn't even have time to fall in love, nor the luxury for it.
The Akatsuki's mission was lofty, and everyone there abandoned personal feelings.
Especially Nagato, he had completely become a tool to fulfill Yahiko's dream.
Even though what he thought was Yahiko's dream had already been twisted.
"Takumi-kun, can you make Nagato return to his original self?"
She couldn't help but whisper softly.
Fortunately, the two in the bathroom didn't notice.
Otherwise, she would have been exposed.
While wiping her body, Takumi specially raised the temperature of his hands.
He wiped her body carefully through the blanket.
This was also to prevent the girl from actually catching a cold.
He wasn't worried about being infected by her.
But the feeling after catching a cold wasn't very pleasant.
"Heehee."
Kurotsuchi giggled, wrapping herself in the blanket.
She felt Takumi's gentleness at this moment and didn't mind that her body had been seen completely by Takumi.
And regarding being touched by Takumi…
She not only didn't mind, she thoroughly enjoyed it.
Seeing her like this, Takumi knew he didn't need to worry.
So he decisively let go and turned to leave. "You can handle the rest yourself."
"No, don't."
Kurotsuchi quickly grabbed Takumi's hand, the blanket slipping from her smooth shoulders, her pitiful gaze fixed on Takumi, completely disregarding her exposure. "Your hands are warm and comfortable."
"It really can't be helped..."
Takumi sighed. Adhering to the principle of taking care of a patient, he helped wipe the remaining parts again.
"Ah..."
When Takumi let go again, Kurotsuchi couldn't help but sigh.
But there was nothing she could do; she couldn't find another reason to have Takumi rub her again.
Helpless, she could only quickly put on clothes and pick up the chains on the floor to find Takumi.
She handed the chains to Takumi.
Takumi expertly tied her up again, using a different method than before.
But it also made her figure more upright.
And there was no feeling of being pressed.