Between Two Worlds: Nen and Haki

"Your eye?!"

Menchi's reaction was as incredulous as expected. She practically bolted upright, stepping right over the coffee table to stand directly in front of Zane.

Zane was still leaning back against the sofa, but before he could sit up straight, Menchi had already knelt her right knee on the cushion just beside his left leg. She leaned over him, her face inches away, as she peered intensely at his third eye.

O_O!!

The scent of her perfume wafted into his nose, and his vision was suddenly filled by the sight of her chest hovering just before him. Because she was leaning forward, the low cut of her collar provided a clear, unobstructed view of her porcelain-white skin.

Zane was momentarily stunned by the sudden windfall of visual 'benefits.'

Because...

He had seen everything, but he was innocent. It wasn't that he lacked respect for his teacher; it was just that his young, beautiful teacher was being far too generous.

"Menchi, thanks for the hospitality!"

Rubbing his chin, Zane looked at the still-observing Menchi with his third eye and pressed his palms together, offering his sincere gratitude.

"Huh?!"

Menchi was momentarily dazed by Zane's sudden remark.

She instinctively looked down and immediately saw her 'beloved' student staring intently straight ahead.

And what was directly in front of that student?

Following his line of sight, those two familiar peaks immediately entered her own field of vision.

"Take this!"

"I block!"

Menchi's reflexes were nothing if not swift. Realizing she was being 'leered' at, she flared up in an embarrassed rage, her fingers darting out like twin dragons to poke at Zane's eyes.

But unfortunately for her...

Zane's reflexes were even faster.

He raised his right hand, slicing through the air with a palm strike to calmly block her finger jab.

"Oh, you actually dare to block me?!" Fuming with rage, Menchi lunged forward and grabbed Zane's neck with both hands.

"Ugh..."

This time, Zane didn't resist. He let her choke him, though his expression became somewhat strange.

He wondered if his beautiful teacher was doing this accidentally or on purpose.

Why did the 'benefits' keep coming in waves?

Indeed.

Zane watched as the furious Menchi throttled him, but the position they were in was quite precarious.

While she was choking his neck, Menchi was actually kneeling squarely on Zane's lap.

Her ivory legs were constantly shifting and rubbing against him, making it hard for the hot-blooded Zane to maintain his composure.

Swish!

Zane raised both hands, seizing Menchi's wrists to pull them away from his neck, spreading her arms slightly to the sides.

"Teacher, did you really call me here to help capture ingredients?" Zane was physically lower than her, yet his direct gaze made the looking-down Menchi feel a sudden pang of guilt.

"Of... of course! What else would it be for?" Menchi's eyes darted around, refusing to meet his gaze.

If it wasn't for the ingredients, why would she have contacted Zane?

Could it be that she was... in heat?

Or was it that after spending time alone together back then, she had actually fallen for her own student?

Don't be ridiculous.

She wasn't that kind of person.

Right.

Ugh... she was exactly that kind of person.

Menchi suddenly snapped her head back toward him, her face flushed deep red as she put on a fierce front. "Why are you asking so many questions? I'm your teacher; I can do whatever I want!"

As she spoke, as if to vent her frustration, she leaned down and bit Zane's lower lip.

At this moment.

The formidable strength that had once left Hisoka completely helpless seemed to vanish from Zane's body.

Faced with his beautiful teacher's 'bullying,' he was as weak as a little rabbit, letting her have her way.

One moment his lip was bitten, the next his shirt was pulled up, and then his trousers were discarded.

"You bastard, you're doing this on purpose! That hurts, hurry up and move."

"Sigh... I never expected our pure teacher-student relationship to fall to this level. Since it's come to this, I guess there's no turning back."

"What are you mumbling about? I told you to move, but slow down! And rub gentler—this isn't dough, you'll break it!"

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Amidst the playful bickering, a little game between teacher and student unknowingly lasted until evening.

Hiss—

Taking a puff of a cigar pulled from the Munch-Munch Space, Zane leaned against the headboard with a look of melancholy.

A female teacher and a male disciple really were a very dangerous combination.

This was especially true when the woman was stunning and the man was handsome.

He thought he could resist, but in the end, he had still fallen to his beauty-loving teacher.

Feeling a bit pensive, Zane reached out to stroke his beautiful teacher, who was currently asleep with her head resting on his stomach.

Oh, his hand slipped.

Whatever, let it be. He needed some warmth right now to soothe his pensive heart.

With a cigar in his left hand, Zane comforted himself while his right hand 'accidentally' slid from her head down to her chest.

"Gentler..."

A muddled voice sounded.

The increasing intensity of his 'dribbling' caused Menchi to slowly open her beautiful eyes from her deep slumber.

Her gaze was vacant at first.

After dazing out for a while, she looked down at the large hand that was unceremoniously playing with her chest.

"You brat, have you had your sights on me for a long time?!"

Ignoring the hand, Menchi lifted her head from Zane's well-defined abs and glared at him fiercely.

Wow!

Zane was stunned.

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

He admitted he had gone with the flow and enjoyed himself just now, but at most, he was only an accomplice.

Now the main culprit was interrogating the accomplice? Where was the justice?

"Um... want to go again?"

After a brief silence, Zane offered those words to his beautiful teacher.

"Yes!"

The fierce expression vanished like a receding tide.

Without the slightest hesitation, she gave a decisive response. Like a curvaceous white snake, she slid upward and bit Zane's lower lip once more.

Zane tossed his cigar into the nearby ashtray and shrugged his shoulders at her sides.

See?

There is no conflict between a man and a woman that can't be solved by another round.

Especially one of such high quality.

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The transformation of their relationship had been as sudden as a thunderstorm, yet it felt as natural as the clear skies that follow a heavy rain.

Once there is a first time, there will be countless times to follow.

In just a few short days.

Aside from discussing the capture of ingredients, this teacher-student pair spent their time wandering through every corner of the suite, meticulously and thoroughly checking every 'sanitary' detail inside and out.

Their final conclusion was that they should do this again whenever they had time.

On this day.

The weather at sea was exceptionally clear.

Riding on a ship, Zane wore a pair of sunglasses as he lounged lazily on a beach chair on the deck.

"Hey, do you really think you're here on vacation? You're way too relaxed."

Hearing Menchi's teasing voice, Zane lifted a corner of his sunglasses and looked over at her.

He saw Menchi walking toward him, carrying two glasses of fruit juice.

Zane clicked his tongue inwardly.

Indeed, the difference between a girl and a woman after that transition was quite obvious.

As Menchi walked over now, the sway of her hips was significantly more pronounced than before, and her brow carried a certain lingering charm.

Reaching him, Menchi naturally sat down on Zane's lap.

"Here, drink!"

Though she had been teasing him just a second ago, she now thoughtfully pressed the straw of the juice glass to Zane's lips.