Not a Mob: Psycho

After fucking in the shower and kissing her goodbye, Ohta left Rukia to rest while he went on patrol.
Staring out over the active but slowly quieting Karakura Town, enjoying the warm Summer air offset by a cool breeze, Ohta had a rare, genuine smile on his face. He usually wore a more sardonic smile, especially when interacting with others, but now that he and Rukia had become a couple, he felt his life had direction for the first time since his reincarnation. Life was easiest when walking alone, but it had infinitely more meaning when you walked it with someone else...
"At least until reality kicks in and life double-taps you in the dick..." mused Ohta, still smiling despite recalling one of the more tragic incidents of his previous life. He had once gotten married and attempted to retire from the life of a hitman/mercenary, but cutting ties with an international syndicate was easier said than done. He only had around six months of marital bliss before he returned home to find his wife had been blood eagled atop their bed...
"Dammit..." muttered Ohta, reaching up to rub his forehead as a piercing ring, similar to tinnitus, permeated his mind. He couldn't see it, but at the same time, a near-crimson glow exuded from his eyes...
"Experiencing withdrawals?" asked a familiar voice, accompanied by the appearance of Yoruichi in her cat form.
"I'm definitely regretting something..." muttered Ohta, shifting his gaze to Yoruichi to ask, "You finished thinking?"
"Something like that..." replied Yoruichi, casting her gaze over the city and falling silent for several seconds before stating, "Kisuke asked me to tell you to be cautious. Rukia's synchronization with her Gigai is over 90%, so, while unlikely, it's not impossible for her to get pregnant.
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "If it were that easy to circumvent the difficulties of conceiving in Soul Society, I'm sure the Five Great Noble Families would have exploited the shit out of it."
"Gigai are a relatively recent invention," countered Yoruichi, explaining, "Kisuke developed them a little over a hundred years ago. He's also the only one who can create Gigai capable of exceeding 70% synchronization, so unless the Soul Society rescinds his exile, they're stuck using second-hand, knock-off goods."
Changing topics, Ohta offered a curt "Neat." before asking, "So, what's up? Did you come here to keep me company...?"
Furrowing her feline brows, Yoruichi asked, "What, you don't even want me around anymore? Does my presence make you nervous...?"
"Eh, not really," replied Ohta, musing, "I'm pretty confident in my self-restraint. I just expected you to let things air out for a few days before showing up shortly after Rukia and I finished a fuck-session."
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Shifting her gaze back to the city below, Yoruichi muttered, "You're really annoying..." in a faint, huffy tone. She had, in fact, been planning to show up and tease the young couple, but it was annoying having Ohta call out her antics before she could implement them...
Extending his left hand, Ohta's expression and tone softened as he said, "Come here..." like he was coaxing an actual cat. Yoruichi frowned as he did so, but she eventually got up and approached him, arching her back as he ran his hand along her spine and scratched around her cheeks and ears.
Picking up the black cat and placing her into his lap, Ohta massaged both sides of Yoruichi's face as he softly asserted, "You know I care about you. If you ever need me to beat the shit out of someone, I'll be there. I just can't manage more than one woman at a time. It's too much of a hassle..."
Furrowing her brows, Yoruichi asked, "Why are you telling me this? I don't give two shits if you care about me..."
"Whatever you say, kitten..." muttered Ohta, continuing to caress the surly black cat for several minutes before she exhaled a notably frustrated sigh and made herself comfortable, eventually beginning to purr...
("I wonder if this is how Soi Fon feels...?") wondered Yoruichi, closing her eyes and momentarily allowing her concerns to slip away...
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With Rukia deciding to remain in school until the conclusion of the term, assuming the Soul Society permitted it, Ohta's days were split between resting and training with Yoruichi. All they did was spar with one another, but as she was one of the strongest individuals in the Soul Society, Ohta benefitted more from their sparring than any explanations she might give. The only problem was that she had managed to contact Rukia behind his back, resulting in him having to endure quite a bit of frustration...
"What's the matter? Is your resolve beginning to slip~?" asked Yoruichi, eyes narrowed in amusement as Ohta avoided looking directly at her in Kisuke's healing hot spring.
"Not likely..." replied Ohta. However, if he didn't actively prevent himself from getting an erection using his psychic powers, his dick would readily betray him.
"Well, just let me know if you can't endure it any longer," teased Yoruichi, maintaining eye contact as she made a show of cleaning her body slowly and deliberately.
("I should definitely move to the Soul Society after Rukia's rescue...") thought Ohta. He knew it would be at least a few years before Yoruichi could return to the Soul Society and reclaim her title as the Head of the Shihouin. If he could create a bit of distance between them, she would presumably mellow out a bit...
In an attempt to get Ohta to look at her, Yoruichi's expression and tone gained a serious undertone as she said, "The Soul Society has begun to move. However, as Rukia's Gigai makes it impossible to detect her with the usual means, they will need some time to pinpoint her location. So long as a major incident doesn't occur, the two of you can keep playing around as long as you like..."
"Meaning a major incident is guaranteed to occur, right?" asked Ohta, rewarding Yoruichi by turning to meet her gaze. In response, she gave a curt nod, stating, "Kisuke predicts the catalyst will be one of your former classmates, one of the last surviving Quincy, Ishida Uryu. He's already begun to violate his father's orders by hunting Hollow during the day, so there's a good chance he will approach you or Ichigo in the future for a 'challenge.' That boy has a lot of pent-up resentment toward Soul Society, Shinigami in particular."
"His funeral..." remarked Ohta, averting his eyes from Yoruichi's buoyant breasts. He didn't have any feelings toward Ishida, positive or negative, but if the bespectacled brat decided to pick a fight, Ohta would teach him a hard lesson...
"You're not interested in hearing more?" asked Yoruichi. "You're usually so nosy..."
"My life got a lot simpler when I got with Rukia," said Ohta, leaning back and allowing his body to sink deeper into the scalding water as he said, "That's why you missed out. When I have something to fight for, I don't stress as much over the specifics. I just kick ass..."
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Feeling a little annoyed, Yoruichi got out of the water, sitting on the edge of the hot spring and pulling up her leg, elbow on her knee, and cheek resting against her palm as she said, "Just remember that I'm in charge when we enter the Soul Society. If you act as you please and try to rush the rescue, you'll get each of us killed..."
"I'm not an idiot..." replied Ohta, opening his eyes and adopting a nascent deadpan when he saw how Yoruichi was seated. She was clearly flashing him, but instead of averting his eyes, Ohta stared directly at her pussy as he asserted, "If anyone is going to fuck things up, it's Ichigo. He's always had more bravado than sense..."
Spreading her legs a little wider, Yoruichi mused, "Perhaps. But, while you might find this difficult to believe, his potential is even greater than yours. If you slack off, he could surpass you in the blink of an eye."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta felt compelled to refute Yoruichi's claim, but knowing Ichigo's 'heritage,' it wasn't an exaggeration to say the orange-haired brat was a messianic figure in the making. He was also one of the 'weapons' Kisuke had prepared to derail Aizen's schemes and prevent the usurpation of the Soul King, so Ohta knew he couldn't be underestimated.
Closing his eyes, Ohta asserted, "I don't care about being on top. So long as I have enough power to live as I please, I couldn't care less about that type of asinine bullshit..."
Having resonated with Ohta more than a dozen times, Yoruichi knew he wasn't lying when he said he didn't care about being the strongest. From his point of view, strength was simply a means to secure his lifestyle. He had no grand ambitions or desire to leave behind a legacy. Had she taken him up on his offer to pursue him, he could have been a powerful weapon for the Shihouin Clan...
Exhaling what must have been her seventieth sigh for the day, Yoruichi was tempted to ask how ignoring her was 'living as he pleased,' but she knew the answer. Ohta was monogamous because he chose to be, not because he needed to be. He was willing to give his all to a relationship, so, in his mind, there was no room for more than one woman.
"You're such a prude..." remarked Yoruichi, her voice faint but carrying far enough for Ohta to hear.
"If that were true, we wouldn't be sharing a bath right now..." replied Ohta, closing his eyes as he added, "I consider myself pretty open-minded. I'm just not a fuckboy..."
Though it was an unfamiliar term, Yoruichi could easily guess the meaning of the word fuckboy, assuming it was the male equivalent of slut. Hearing it made her want to weaponize it against Ohta, but she ultimately exhaled another faint sigh before allowing her eyes to wander, feeling equal parts bored and frustrated. She was half-tempted to go and pester Kisuke, but, for reasons she refused to delve deeper into, she didn't think that was the best course of action...
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Ignoring Yoruichi's warning from Kisuke, Ohta continued to fuck and cum inside Rukia every day, typically around 3-4 times but sometimes as many as ten. She got annoyed with him whenever he pointed it out, but she had a genuine interest and a real knack for sex. It could be the result of her 153 years of abstinence or the fact she could be captured and executed any day, but the petite Shinigami was a bit of a nympho, often being the first to initiate intimacy and actively suggesting they try positions she had read about in her books.
Fortunately for Rukia, while her pussy wasn't 'Demigoddess' tier, it wasn't too far off. Her diminutive size compared to Ohta's meant that, even after getting used to having sex, her pussy fit his cock like a second skin. She was also incredibly light, so whenever they took a shower together, he could hold her up and rail her with ease, her feet dangling as she placed her hands against the wall for support.
Though it initially bothered her, Rukia got used to being manhandled by Ohta and even developed the habit of climbing on him whenever she was feeling horny. This resulted in Ohta dubbing her a spider-bunny, but Rukia took it in stride, playfully referring to him as a boorish brute and a mongrel since he sometimes teased her for being a Noble. On that note, one of her favorite 'plays' was when he treated her like a Princess, worshipping her in a way that doubtlessly made Yoruichi extremely envious...
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"Bo ha ha ha ha~!"
"What are you doing?" asked Ohta, staring at Rukia as she stood with her arms crossed and issued a dumb-sounding laugh.
"It's from the Don Kanonji TV Show," replied Rukia, climbing onto Ohta's back and linking her arms around him as she said, "They're going to be doing a special broadcast in Karakura Town this week, so everyone at school is pretty excited."
"Sounds like they're just trying to distract themselves from their studies," remarked Ohta. It was the week before the first-term final exams, so most high school students should be studying rather than worrying about some TV special.
"Eh, lighten up," said Rukia, rubbing her cheek against Ohta's as she said, "I've seen the show, and it's pretty interesting. You should buy a TV so we can watch it together."
"Sure," replied Ohta, his expression gradually morphing into a wry smile since he was trying to cook and Rukia was making things more difficult by climbing on him.
"Stop ignoring me..." muttered Rukia. She knew Ohta wasn't doing so, but since she had just gotten home, she wanted him to focus on her, not using his psychic powers to cook.
Exhaling a soft chuckle, Ohta remarked, "You're so needy..." before using his psychic power to peel her from his back, turning around so she could wrap her arms and legs around him as they kissed.
Separating after a full minute, Rukia had a serious expression despite the faint glow in her cheeks as she said, "That's better..."
"That's just the start..." replied Ohta, rewarding Rukia with an additional kiss as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties to rub her ass directly. As he carried her over to the bed, however, she gave his lip a gentle nibble, indicating she wanted to say something.
"What's up?" asked Ohta, raising his brows in moderate disbelief as he questioned, "Not in the mood...?"
"That's not it..." replied Rukia, her blush steadily deepening as she said, "I just promised some of the girls from class that we'd go and watch the live recording of the Don Kanonji Show later tonight. Would you...would you be willing to accompany me?"
"Are you inviting me on a date?" asked Ohta, unable to keep an amused smile from his face as he teased, "That's just adorable..."
Punctuating his words with a fleeting kiss, Ohta added, "Of course, I'll go out with you. What kind of man would I be if I refused to accompany my woman at night...?"
"How dependable..." replied Rukia, adopting a narrow-eyed smile that seemed to become more alluring each time she wore it...
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"Bo ha ha ha ha~!" x several hundred.
("I shouldn't have come...") thought Ohta, not because he found the chorus of laughter unbearable but because the 'friends' Rukia had referred to were Orihime, Tatsuki, and two of his other former female classmates, a perverse redhead named Chizuru and a comparably reserved girl with bobbed brown hair named Michiru.
Though he could ignore the presence of Chizuru and Michiru, Ohta had the distinct impression both Tatsuki and Orihime could see him as they stared directly at him when he arrived with Rukia. Neither said anything, but he had noticed them sneaking peaks at him several times.
Further complicating things, shortly after his and Rukia's arrival, Ohta noticed a familiar ginger escorting two middle-school-aged girls, their gazes meeting as if drawn to one another by an invisible force.
Noticing the displeasure on Ohta's face, Rukia looked over to find Ichigo escorting his two sisters, Karin and Yuzu. Her reaction caused the others to look over, prompting Orihime to exclaim, "Ichigo! Oh my gosh, what are you doing here!? Do you like Don Kanonji too!?"
Before Ichigo could respond to Orihime's overzealous inquiries, Chizuru adopted her characteristically perverted smile and asked, "And who are these cuties? I assume they're your younger sisters, but I don't see the resemblance."
Frowning deeply, Ichigo scratched his head and replied, "I don't like Don Kanonji. I only came here because my sisters asked me to..."
Adopting a bright smile, Yuzu said, "Hello, my name is Kurosaki Yuzu. It's nice to finally meet some of Ichigo-nii's classmates."
Prompted by her twin sister's words, though they looked nothing alike, Karin raised her hand and offered a curt "Yo." while looking around at the predominately female group. More interestingly, at least from Ohta's point of view, she looked directly at him.
Ignoring everyone else, Ichigo turned his attention to Rukia and asked, "Anyways...what are you doing here, Rukia." He wanted to ask Ohta the same question, but he could tell the latter was in soul form, so he did his best to ignore him.
"Isn't it obvious?" retorted Rukia. "I came here to watch the broadcast with everyone else. There are other reasons, but those are none of your concern."
Furrowing his perennially furrowed brows even further, Ichigo cast a fleeting glance at Ohta before saying, "Whatever. Come on, Karin, Yuzu, let's find a good place to watch from."
"Okay, Ichi-nii~!" replied Yuzu. As for Karin, she also cast a glance at Ohta, recalling that he was a regular at their clinic in the past. She hadn't heard anything about him dying, but as Ichigo and everyone else seemed to be ignoring him, she figured it wasn't the smartest idea to try talking to him.
"Awwww, man..." muttered Orihime, puffing out her cheeks as she missed the opportunity to ask Ichigo's group to join theirs. Chizuru noticed this, her half-rimmed glasses flashing with a menacing light as she moved with almost inhuman speed to get behind the buxom ginger, hugging Orihime in a way that emphasized her massive bust as she exclaimed, "Looks like our little Orihime has a crush~!"
Though she was fairly accustomed to Chizuru's antics, Orihime teared up slightly as she shouted, "Oh, come on, Chizuru! Not in public...!"
Ignoring Orhime's protests, Chizuru enthusiastically nuzzled against her until Tatsuki appeared, landing a devastating karate chop on the back of the redhead's dome and sending her crashing face-first into the ground.
"That's enough out of you," said Tatsuki, expressing far more annoyance than usual. She usually only gave Chizuru a light smack, but the presence of a certain someone had put her in a bad mood.
"I think it might be best if I left..." muttered Ohta, causing a wry smile to develop across Rukia's face as she softly replied, "Sorry. If I had known things would turn out like thi-i-is&ndash;!?"
Interrupting Rukia's attempt at an apology, Ohta gave her butt a gentle, discreet squeeze, causing her eyes to widen and complexion to deepen before making a speedy exit. He didn't go far, but he couldn't be around the group when it was evident that Orihime and Tastuki could see at least an outline of his spiritual profile...
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"Hmmm...?"
Around the time the Don Kanoji was scheduled to begin, Ohta heard an ear-piercing scream coming from the abandoned hospital where the show was designated to be filmed. Observing the venue from his perch atop a nearby building, he saw the spirit of a man entangled in chains materialize as the last rays of sunlight faded, giving way to night.
"That's a first..." remarked Ohta, having never seen a spirit bound by so many chains. Most had a singular chain running from the center of their chest, but, as he wasn't all that interested, he decided to leave it be and ask Rukia about it once they got home.
"I didn't expect to find you here," remarked a familiar voice, causing Ohta to frown as the words were said directly into his ear, accompanied by a pair of arms wrapping around him and a massive pair of tits pressing into his back.
"You're pushing your luck..." remarked Ohta, prompting Yoruichi to release him as she teased, "It's just a bit of skinship between resonance buddies. Compared to bathing together, I'd argue hugging is fairly tame."
"Why are you here?" asked Ohta, turning to face the mischievous woman with furrowed brows.
Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi crossed her arms and said, "Kisuke said to let Ichigo take care of this one. Ever since you and Rukia started dating, he hasn't been gaining much experience as a Shinigami. It shouldn't matter too much, but it's better to be safe than sorry."
"Well, you can rest easy," said Ohta. "I had no plans of interfering from the start. I only came here because Rukia invited me on a date."
Raising her brows, Yoruichi asked, "Then why are you standing here? Did you have a spat...?"
"You wish..." replied Ohta, causing Yoruichi's eyes to narrow more than usual. Then, as she often did when he annoyed her, she transformed into her cat form, perching atop the parapet in front of Ohta and saying, "Pet me..." in a huffy tone.
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Though he was briefly tempted to push her off the ledge, Ohta rolled his eyes before caressing Yoruichi's back and, once she rolled onto her side, her stomach. Rukie permitted it after learning he grew more powerful by just being around Yoruichi, so Ohta gave the pampered Shihouin Princess some belly rubs while Ichigo ran around like an idiot trying to prevent the titular main character of the Don Kanonji show from being a dumbass...
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Meeting up with Rukia after the incident concluded, Ohta didn't even get to greet her before diminutive Shinigami abruptly smacked his hand, her cheeks flushing as she said, "You can't do things like that in public. Show some common sense...!"
Understanding that Rukia was talking about him coping a feel of her ass, Ohta raised his hands in mock surrender, adopting a teasing smile as he teased, "I claim no responsibility. It's not my fault you have such a cute butt..."
"You..." growled Rukia, brows furrowed. She wasn't genuinely upset but felt obligated to nip Ohta's antics in the bud before he did something even more embarrassing later.
"Relax," said Ohta, lowering his hands as he assured, "I won't do it again. At least, not if other people are around..."
Exhaling a sigh, Rukia adopted a half-lidded expression, saying, "That will suffice for now...". In truth, Ohta touching her in public caused her heart to skip a beat, so she didn't want to eliminate the possibility of him doing so outright.
Extending his hand for Rukia to grab, Ohta intended to walk her home, but their departure was delayed by the arrival of an orange-haired teen with a perpetually surly look, stating, "Hey, we need to talk..."
"Is this about Tatsuki...?" asked Ohta. He and Ichigo weren't particularly close, but the latter had been tangential friends with Tatsuki since they were four. The two hadn't spoken in the wake of Ichigo's mother's death, but they definitely weren't strangers.
"That's right," replied Ichigo. "What were you thinking, giving your body to a Gikon? Are you really through with living as a human?"
Shaking his head, Ohta's calmly replied, "I don't owe you an explanation, nor do you have any ground to demand one. Only two people can decide how I live my life..."
Holding up the nervous-looking Rukia's hand, Ohta asserted, "Myself and my woman..."
Though he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, Ichigo was too taken aback to speak, looking between Ohta, Rukia, and their hands with a look of disbelief.
Recovering after several seconds, Ichigo asked, "Wait...the two of you are dating? Is that why you became a Shinigami...?"
"Yes to the former, fuck off to the latter," replied Ohta. "Now, unless you have something legitimately important to discuss, we have places to be. Stop intruding on our date..."
"Wai&ndash;what? The two of you are on a date?" asked Ichigo, feeling mixed emotions, ranging from confusion to anger and just a smidgeon of guilt. As much as he wanted answers from Ohta, he understood that intruding on someone's date wasn't the best way to acquire them...
Attempting to mediate the situation, Rukia declared, "We'll talk at school tomorrow. You should return to your family, rest, and study for the end-of-term exams next week."
Feeling uncomfortable, Ichigo scratched his head, offering a conflicted "Right..." before directing his gaze to Ohta, managing to regain his usual surly look as he said, "You might not owe an explanation to me, but you should talk to Tatsuki..."
"I have, but I will," replied Ohta. "Now, unless you want to spend the night in your family's clinic, piss off..."
Though he didn't appreciate being told to piss off, Ichigo shook his head and decided to leave. In his wake, Ohta exhaled a sigh, squeezing Rukia's hand as he said, "Sorry about that..."
Shaking her head, Rukia squeezed his hand in turn and asserted, "You did nothing wrong." in an affirming tone. She couldn't deny the situation could have been handled better, but Ichigo was clearly the party at fault. As for the matter of Tatsuki...Rukia felt sorry for the girl, but she had no intention of sharing...
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Despite waking after a short nap with Ohta's hand on her bottom and two of his fingers grazing her still-sensitive slit, Rukia couldn't believe she had actually lost her virginity. She had definitely gotten caught in the moment, so now she had one more trouble to worry about...
Without opening his eyes, Ohta muttered, "You should get some rest. If the alarm goes off, I'll take care of it..."
"I'll rest later," said Rukia. "Since you're awake, there's an urgent matter we need to discuss..."
"Like how transferring Shinigami powers to a mortal is a capital offense and that it's only a matter of time until Soul Society sends someone to capture you?" asked Ohta, opening his right eye to meet the diminutive Shingami's gaze.
Recalling that she and Ohta had discussed her situation the first time they sat down to talk, Rukia offered a curt nod, adopting an apologetic smile as she replied, "Right..." in a faint tone.
"So, what do you want me to do?" asked Ohta, slicing straight to the heart of the matter.
Lowering her gaze, Rukia's voice was barely a whisper as she answered, "If&ndash;when someone comes for me, I want you to remain hidden..."
Craning his right brow, Ohta asked, "Is that why you asked me to become your lover and forced yourself to have sex with me? You're planning to die without regrets...?"
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After a telling moment of silence, Rukia shook her head, asserting, "Due to my background, there's a good chance I'll simply be expelled from my Squad and put on house arrest for a few years. If...if during that time you can't wait..."
Silencing Rukia's words by squeezing her ass and drawing her closer to him, Ohta quietly but firmly asserted, "Give me a loose leash, and I'll run wild. We already agreed we belonged to one another, so I'm not letting you go easily..."
"But...!" started Rukia. However, before she could get another word, Ohta silenced her with a kiss. She tried to break free and state her case, but he wasn't hearing it, pulling her on top of him and allowing his erection to sit between her ass cheeks, nestled against her notably palpating pussy as a 'warning.'
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Feeling Rukia relinquish her resistance, Ohta freed her lips, staring into her watery eyes as he said, "You have two options. You can run away with me and let me deal with the consequences, or I can come and rescue you if things don't go as you expect. I'm willing to wait a few years if that's all, but if your sentence is something more 'severe,' I'll either break you out or suffer it alongside you. You're my woman...If you wanted me to stay out of things, you shouldn't have let me fuck you..."
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Unable to respond to Ohta's words, Rukia buried her face into his chest and began to sob silently. He wasn't wrong when he pointed out that one of her reasons for sleeping with him was that she didn't want to have any regrets. If she had known it would come to this...
Interrupting Rukia's thoughts, Ohta said, "Look at me, Rukia..." in the same gentle yet firm tone. When she complied, he asserted, "You should know I don't form bonds easily. I also don't have much regard for my own life, so I 'will' come for you. If you do something drastic to try and deter me, Soul Society will crumble under my fury..."
Though he didn't actively channel his psychic powers, Ohta's eyes exuded a faint red glow from their depths. He knew he would die trying to take on an ancient organization like Soul Society, but he didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time he died seeking vengeance...
"You idiot..." whimpered Rukia, tearing up even more. However, when Ohta consequently kissed her, she reciprocated with all the fervor and zeal she could muster, far more than she thought possible. Even when Ohta angled his glans at her entrance, she offered no resistance, readily accepting his intrusion to feel as close to him as possible...
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A few days after setting out for her reconnaissance mission, Yoruichi met up with Ohta, initially confused when he asked her to accompany him to the underground study chamber. When she learned why, her right eye twitched as she asked, "Is that supposed to be some kind of joke...?" with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Hey, you had your chance to monopolize me. I was even willing to deal with being harassed by your family and stalked by your creepy bodyguard-turned-Captain. You just weren't willing to commit."
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Moving faster than Ohta had ever seen her move, Yoruichi landed a heavy punch in his gut, sending him flying several tens of meters and smashing into a large boulder. His impact against the boulder did no damage to him, but he coughed up a moderately concerning amount of blood due to the internal injuries inflicted by Yoruichi's blow.
"I forgive you," said Yoruichi, her words failing to match her expression. She and Ohta were never technically in a relationship, but she didn't take kindly to being 'dumped.' If she didn't believe it would send him over the deep end and force her to kill him, she might have pushed him down and 'forced' him to retract his words.
"That's good..." replied Ohta, collapsing face-first onto the ground after pulling himself out of the boulder. He anticipated at least some form of retribution from the proud and temperamental woman, so he was willing to let her get a few hits in. With how many times he had fucked her over a relatively short period, she deserved that much...
Making her way over to Ohta's collapsed form, Yoruichi nudged him with her toe, asking, "You still alive...?"
Instead of raising his face from the dirt or responding with words, Ohta gave a shaky thumbs-up. He felt like he was about to shit his intestines, so quippy remarks would have to wait until after he healed himself.
Crossing her arms and exhaling an ear-pleasing sigh, Yoruichi muttered, "Seriously..." while staring down at Ohta. She simply couldn't fathom how she had 'lost' to a brat with more meat in the cheeks on her face than her chest...
After standing in silence for a few minutes, Yoruichi asked, "Then what of our prior 'arrangements'? I can't imagine that little squirt you call a lover is willing to let another woman suck your dick or accompany you at night..."
Rolling onto his back with some effort, Ohta met Yoruichi's gaze, forcing a smile as he jokingly replied, "Yeah...I'm definitely going to miss that mouth of yours. That, and everything else about you..."
Furrowing her brows, Yoruichi resisted the urge to stomp on Ohta's face, allowing him to add, "She said it was okay if you slept together so long as you're in your cat form. As much as it sucks, everything else is off-limits. I may be a massive cunt, but I have principles..."
Narrowing her eyes and adopting a sly smile, Yoruichi asked, "Then what if I'm able to 'persuade' her to give you permission? We just spent the last month fucking and performing Soul Resonance. I'm definitely not going to pursue you, but even I would regret it if we stopped having sex. You have a good dick, and you must have noticed that we both grow stronger every time we experience Soul Resonance..."
Closing his eyes and adopting a broader smile, Ohta answered, "As much as I wish I could fuck you right here and now, I'm gonna have to pass on your offer. I can't trust a woman who deliberately used her as bait to act in Rukia's best interest. That isn't to say you're evil or malicious, but you're definitely not a good person..."
"Speak for yourself..." retorted Yoruichi, adopting an uncharacteristically hurt expression as she asserted, "You could have informed her of our plan whenever you wanted. Even now, you still haven't told her the full truth. If you had, do you think she would love you...?"
Leaving Yoruichi a little taken aback, Ohta confidently replied, "She would. She would definitely be hurt, but she would try her best to understand the reasons for my silence and ultimately accept that I did the right thing. The real individuals at fault here are your favorite creepy uncle and that mind-controlling cunt concealing himself in Soul Society..."
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Unable to refute Ohta's words as readily as she would have liked, Yoruichi remained silent. She knew that Kisuke's plan wasn't considerate of Rukia, but the life of an individual Shinigami couldn't compare to the billions that would be imperiled if Aizen's plan succeeded. They were also planning to interrupt her execution and rescue her from the start, so it wasn't like they had forsaken her...
"I need some time to think..." said Yoruichi, promptly disappearing. Ohta could sense her thanks to their still-present link, but he didn't attempt to follow after her. Instead, he focused on using Kaidō(Healing Spiritual Arts) to mend his injuries. Once finished, he rose to his feet, dusted himself off, exhaled a regret-tinged sigh, and made his way home...
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*click* *fwoop*
Using the spare key Ohta had given her, Rukia opened his door to find he was sleeping on his bed. At least, she presumed he was asleep until he asked, "How was your day at school? If I'm not mistaken, the end-of-term exams should be coming up soon..."
Adopting a smile, Rukia entered deeper into the room, discarding her bag as she replied, "Things are going well. Your doppelganger got into another tiff with Tatsuki, but that's fairly typical these days."
"Right..." replied Ohta, making some space so Rukia could take a seat and promptly curl up next to him. He was tempted to kiss her but instead ran his fingers through her hair, staring silently into her eyes with a smile that caused a faint blush to develop through her cheeks.
"I don't have to continue attending school..." muttered Rukia. "I'd say it's fairly obvious by now that being near Ichigo isn't helping me to regain my power as a Shinigami..."
"You know I'm not going to stop you..." said Ohta, positioning his hand so
that his thumb was tracing Rukia's bottom lip as he mused, "Whatever you decide, just make sure it's what you 'want,' not what you feel compelled to do. I certainly do what I want..."
Punctuating his words, Ohta traced his finger along the inner seam of her blouse, slowly undoing each button with his psychic power. By the second button, Rukia leaned in to kiss him, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him to initiate an intense makeout session. They were currently going through their honeymoon period as a couple, so from the time she got off from school to the moment he went out on patrol, they couldn't keep their hands off one another.
After nearly a full minute of kissing, Rukia abruptly got on top of Ohta, straddling him as she removed her blouse and began unfastening the buttons of her undershirt. As she did, Ohta undid the clasp of her skirt, taking advantage of the opportunity to feel up her dainty yet perky ass as he revealed, "I talked to Yoruichi earlier..."
Stopping in the middle of removing her bra, Rukia raised her brows and asked, "Oh, really? And what did the two of you talk about?" with a slight frown.
Adopting a teasing smile, Ohta explained, "I told her that sex and other intimate acts were off limits, so she sent me flying with a punch. She also proposed persuading you to allow us to continue having sex, but I turned her down. If she attempts to pressure you regardless, you should tell her the same."
Regaining her smile, Rukia's voice couldn't disguise her satisfaction as she asked, "And you did all that for me?"
Squeezing the diminutive Shinigami's ass cheeks, Ohta jokingly inquired, "Do I get a reward...?"
"However many you want," replied Rukia, putting aside getting undressed to bend down and give him another long and passionate kiss...
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Chapter 27: The Calm Before the Storm