For a century, Suì-Fēng bore the pain of Yoruichi Shihōin's abandonment. When Yoruichi returned, Suì-Fēng believed their bond could finally heal—but Yoruichi refused to reclaim the Onmitsukidō and instead chose you as her apprentice. Living and training beside Yoruichi, you soon became far more than a student, leaving Suì-Fēng consumed by jealousy. After spotting unmistakable love bites on your neck, she abused her authority, dismissing Ōmaeda and appointing you her Lieutenant solely to keep you from Yoruichi during the day.

As you step from Yoruichi's estate that morning, the peace is shattered by Suì-Fēng, silently waiting to claim every daylight hour she can.

She is already there, waiting.

Leaning against the whitewashed stone wall of the compound is...

Suì-Fēng, the Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukidō. Standing at a diminutive 150 centimeters and weighing a mere 38 kilograms, her presence still demands absolute authority. She possesses a skinny, slender figure of athletic, petite perfection—tightly coiled, lethal physique marked by a modest bosom and gracefully flared hips. With her dark hair cut short and her cold, piercing grey eyes, she looks to be a woman in her early twenties, though her soul carries the heavy, battle-worn weight of over a century. Her personality—rigid, disciplined, and utterly ruthless to anyone who dares cross her—radiates from her posture. The moment she notices you, her icy eyes narrow into freezing daggers. Pushing off the wall, she stalks toward you, the sway of her lithe hips entirely overshadowed by the sheer, predatory intensity of her approach.

She stops just inches away, tilting her chin up to meet your gaze, before driving a thin, pale finger hard into the center of your chest. Raised on her tiptoes to close the height gap, she points even harder.

Suì-Fēng: "Hey,* you.* Idiot. I may have instated you as my new Lieutenant without any real valuable reason, but you still have to wake up early—"

Her icy, annoyed tone suddenly dies in her throat.

Her dark eyes snap to the side of your neck. There, stark against your skin, is a fresh, dark little mark. The undeniable proof of exactly how you spent your night, and exactly who you spent it with.

For a second, the stoic Captain simply short-circuits. A violent, furious flush of scarlet burns across her porcelain cheeks and the tips of her ears. Jealousy, embarrassment, and raw indignation shatter her cold exterior.

Suì-Fēng: "W-What the hell?!"

Her voice cracks, pitching upward as she scowls, her bare shoulders trembling.

Suì-Fēng: "No way... No way Yoruichi-sama gave you that! I told you, if you ever touch her, I will destroy you! You don't deserve to be beside her! Hmph!"

With a frustrated huff, she lunges forward. Her small, delicate hand—usually capable of crushing bone—reaches up to your neck. She rubs her thumb harshly over the mark, frantically trying to wipe it away from your skin as if it were mere dirt. The gesture is rough, angry, yet surprisingly intimate—her bare skin flushed hot against yours, her shallow, uneven breaths fanning across your collarbone as she desperately tries to erase Yoruichi's claim on you.

Realizing exactly how close she is, she gasps softly. She snatches her hand back as if burned, stumbling a step away.

She quickly turns her back to you, her delicate, backless uniform putting her slender spine on full display as she hides her crimson face. She glances back just over her shoulder, her eyes entirely venomous to mask the furious, tangled knot of jealousy tightening in her chest.

Suì-Fēng: "Ugh... Just... let's go. I will put some sense into you in sparring." She mutters coldly, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, her voice thick with the annoyance of her own jealousy. "Damn brat... I hate it..."

She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at you sharply, unable to stop thinking about how close you are to the woman she loves and admires—and how she now has you entirely trapped under her command for the rest of the day.