Not a Mob: Psycho

With Rukia wanting to rest before going out on patrol that evening, Ohta intended to head down to the first floor or subterranean chamber to ease his tensions. The moment the elevator doors closed, however, a panel in the ceiling opened up, followed by Soifon dropping down and pushing the emergency stop button.
"I'm really not in the mood..." remarked Ohta, staring at the petite Captain with a deadpan expression.
Seemingly not caring, Soifon firmly asserted, "You should not be flirting with the Lieutenant of Squad 10. You're already beyond lucky that Lady Yoruichi permits your relationship with-"
Interrupting Soifon's tirade, Ohta narrowed his eyes and said, "Strip." in a deep, firm tone.
Though she frowned deeply, Soifon immediately lost her vigor as she averted her eyes and crossed her left arm over her body, grabbing her right sleeve as she muttered, "That...isn't why I stopped the elevator..."
"Are you disobeying me?" questioned Ohta. "The man you have sworn to serve at the behest of your Mistress...?"
"Kuh..."
Without further protest, Soifon shed her Captain's haori and proceeded to strip naked under Ohta's watchful, silent gaze. Her figure was remarkably similar to Rukia's, but she was around six centimeters taller, and, despite appearing smooth at a glance, there was a faint shadow of freshly shaven pubes adorning her clearly mint pussy.
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "Did you shave for me...?" in a less serious tone.
Instead of answering Ohta's question, Soifon's scowl deepened along with her complexion as she growled, "Just tell me what to do..."
Shaking his head, Ohta pointed out, "You already did as I instructed. I just wanted to emphasize the point that you're 'not' in a position to lecture or talk down to me. Also, your Mistress, Yoruichi, isn't 'permitting' me to do a damn thing. Other than myself, the only person with that qualification is in my bedroom taking a nap..."
Grabbing Soifon's face, Ohta forced the athletic woman to look up at him as he asserted, "If Rukia didn't permit it, neither you nor your Mistress would have the chance to 'serve' me. Fortunately for you, she has more heart than sense..."
Without explaining what he meant, Ohta released his hold on Soifon's face, preempting her response by instructing, "Sit down, lean back, and spread your legs. You're not worthy of my dick right now, but I can give you a 'pittance' to ensure you don't feel like you let your Mistress down..."
Though she had an aggrieved look that made it look like she wanted to bite his throat out, Soifon begrudgingly complied with Ohta's instructions, lying with her upper back supported by the elevator's wall as she spread her legs. Curiously enough, even though he didn't instruct her, she took it upon herself to spread her pussy, glaring at him the entire time.
"You're pretty cute when you don't say anything," said Ohta, transitioning into his spirit form before opening his Shihakusho to reveal his erect dick. Soifon's eyes widened when he did, the pupils of her eyes contracting to the size of pinholes, but instead of speaking, she brought her chin to her collarbone, staring up at him with upturned eyes as she spread her pussy even wider.
("This girl is a total masochist...") thought Ohta, stroking his cock while holding Soifon's unblinking gaze. She still looked like she wanted to kill him, but her usually silent breaths began to echo through the enclosed space as her tiny, pale pink nipples visibly hardened. By the time he was prepared to blow his load onto her face and body, her glare had begun to lose its edge, her eyes briefly losing their focus when he painted her from head to groin in his semen...
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Waiting until Soifon cleaned herself up and donned her clothes, Ohta asked, "So, what did you want? And, fair warning, if you say the only reason you halted the elevator was to lecture me, I'm fucking you in the ass until you can't walk straight, much less use Shunpo..."
Furrowing her brows, Soifon looked like she wanted to retort but, after several seconds of deliberation, decided against it. Instead, she did her best to exude the aura and dignity of a Captain, standing straight as she explained, "I arrived to inform you of the reason for my presence here. I was unable to do so earlier since you left in the middle of explaining the hotel's facilities..."
Nodding his head, Ohta said, "Let's hear it." He had already considered multiple explanations for Soifon's presence, but he never expected her to reveal, "Yoruichi-sama will soon reclaim her rightful status as the Head of the Shihouin Clan, Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukido, and Captain of Squad 2. As such, I have been assigned to protect and watch over you as the Chief of your security detail..."
"You're really going to give up being a Captain just like that?" asked Ohta. He could understand being loyal to someone, but Soifon's commitment to Yoruichi was just...insane...
"The Feng Clan have been loyal servants of the Shihouin for countless generations," replied Soifon. "Every single one of my sisters has fought and died in service to the Shihouin. I will not stain their honor and my family's legacy by being the first to renege on my duty, the very purpose for which I was given life..."
("This bitch is serious...") thought Ohta, deciding not to push the soon-to-be Ex-Captain's buttons too hard in the future. He also didn't deny her the opportunity to serve and protect him. Not because he needed protection but because it would be convenient to have a super-assassin/gofer to spy on people and do errands for him. Ayame had been doing an excellent job thus far, but a 5th Seat couldn't compete with a Captain...
Nodding his head, Ohta replied, "Fine. I can respect a woman who gives their all to preserve the legacy and honor of their family. Just remember, this isn't the Shihouin Clan. If I catch you talking down to Rukia or trying to threaten those close to me, you're done. Understood...?"
Though she would prefer it if Ohta stayed away from other women and focused all his attention on Yoruichi, Soifon quickly nodded in affirmation, responding, "I understand, Ohta-dono..." before abruptly bowing with her right fist cupped by her left hand.
Causing Soifon's body to tense noticeably, Ohta placed his hand on her head, stating, "I'm going to put a psychic imprint in your body. Instead of using spirit energy to signal you, I'll use this..."
Feeling a fluttery sensation in her heart, Soifon's eyes widened at the notion that Ohta had basically just put a bomb in her chest. It wasn't his intention, but Soifon interpreted this as Ohta wanting to remind her that her life was in his hands every time he signaled for her to appear.
Before retracting his hand, Ohta ruffled Soifon's hair and said, "And that's that. Now, unless there's something else, I'll be heading down to the first floor for a workout."
Though Ohta's words weren't intended as an invitation, Soifon nodded in affirmation and replied, "Understood. Then I shall accompany you." as if it were a matter of course.
"You're not a duckling," replied Ohta. "Also, until you step down from your active role as Captain of the 2nd Division, you shouldn't treat me as your Lord&ndash;or whatever, when we're in public. This is the Human World, not the Soul Society. Pick up some modern literature to learn how humans speak and interact with each other."
Causing Ohta more concern than relief, Soifon supplied another nod and said, "Yoruichi-sama has already provided me and the others with various texts to decipher and study. I will have everything memorized before this week's close. I swear upon the honor of the Feng Clan."
"I'll give you until Aizen's defeat," countered Ohta. "Undermining that bastard's plan and stringing up him should be everyone's top priority..."
"Understood," responded Soifon, her face fixed in a near-permanent scowl but lacking the enmity from before. Thus, both to reward and deter her from doing anything stupid in the near future, Ohta extended his hand to caress her head, stating, "As someone chosen by Yoruichi, I have high expectations for you, Little Feng. If you can avoid behaving like a bitch in the coming weeks, I'll invite you to attend us the next time your Mistress comes over to impale herself on my cock..."
Though she frowned deeply in response to Ohta's crass words, Soifon couldn't conceal the glimmer of expectation in her eyes as she swallowed instinctively. Yoruichi had prohibited Soifon from servicing her without the express permission of Ohta, so the latter's 'promise' was like sweet honey to the girl with a bee-themed Zanpakuto. She even started to consider he might not be such a bad guy...
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After barely shaking off Soifon, convincing her to stay out of sight like the rest of his 'security detail,' Ohta felt he might genuinely lose his shit when on his way to the gym, he encountered Rangiku hugging a 1.8 Litre bottle of sake she had pilfered from the lounge's bar.
Spotting Ohta like an eagle eyeing a rabbit, Rangiku mused, "Oh, it's Ohta-kun. Care to accompany a girl for a drink? I invited the Captain and Renji-kun, but they completely blew me off. Can you believe that? What kind of men leave a beautiful woman to drink alone~?"
"Those who think with their heads instead of their dicks...?" replied Ohta.
Covering her mouth and exhaling a throaty chuckle, Rangiku narrowed her eyes and teased, "Real men use both. The former to earn a girl's favor and the latter to keep it..."
Adopting a smile of his own, Ohta retorted, "Seeing as you're single, you must not have met any 'real' men."
Furrowing her brows, Rangiku softly remarked, "That wasn't very cute of you..." before immediately regaining her smile as she asked, "Wait, don't tell me...could you be a lightweight? Scared that I'll push you down when you're at your most vulnerable~?"
"And what's the opposite of that situation?" countered Ohta. "Me, pushing you down? Sorry, but I like my women to be cognizant before I fuck them senseless..."
Exhaling an amused snort, Rangiku remarked, "You've got a lot of pluck for a sixteen-year-old human. Though, seeing as how you charged into the Soul Society to take back your women, I suppose it makes sense for you to be a little cheeky. Still, fucking women senseless? I find that very difficult to believe. Rukia-chan is probably just being 'considerate' so you don't feel bad..."
"She is a very 'considerate' woman," conceded Ohta. "But unless every woman I've slept with is considerately passing out or rolling their eyes back after I get them to squirt like a fire hydrant, I have good reason to be 'cheeky.'"
Staring at Ohta with narrowed eyes, various thoughts crossed Rangiku's mind. She was originally just fooling around to tease him, but if he were half the man he purported to be, it wouldn't be a complete waste of time to share a drink with him. She could definitely use something more than alcohol to take her mind off the things that had been bothering her since long before recent events...
Interrupting Rangiku's deliberation, Ohta said, "Well, I'm off to the gym. Good luck with your day drinking."
"Seriously...?" asked Rangiku, stepping into Ohta's path as she adopted a feigned pout and said, "You tell me how 'good' you are and then hang me out to dry? Someone needs to teach you an 'in-depth' lesson about being held accountable for your words and actions..."
"Don't tempt me, woman," cautioned Ohta. "Rukia wants me to gain 'more experience' before we ultimately marry, so I'll destroy your ass if you keep provoking me..."
Blinking and then widening her eyes in shock, Rangiku, very briefly, found herself at a loss for words. There was a chance that Ohta was lying to try and induce or intimidate her, but if he were telling the truth, she wouldn't need to feel guilty or apologetic when her path inevitably intersected with Rukia's. Rather, they might even be able to become friends...
Making up her mind, Rangiku adopted her most alluring smile as she said, "Consider yourself provoked..."
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(A/N: Same day, but I feel compelled to remind everyone that this is not a harem novel (O ^ O)...)

After entering the elevator connected to the penthouse, Rangiku gave the air a whiff and playfully remarked, "Looks like someone had a bit of fun in here. And fairly recently..."
"That's one way to put it..." responded Ohta, surprising the blonde-haired Shinigami by pulling the white sash around her waist, nearly causing her voluminous breasts to slip out.
Using her left arm to prevent a complete wardrobe malfunction, Rangiku narrowed her eyes and mused, "My, you're an impatient one...don't tell me you want to do it here, do you?"
"Maybe some other time," replied Ohta, punctuating his words by giving the buxom beauty a light smack on her bottom, grabbing her surprisingly firm and equally massive ass.
"You're certainly not lacking in boldness..." remarked Rangiku, staring at Ohta with equal parts amusement and exasperation in her pale blue eyes. She was used to men being more 'passive' around her, allowing her to toy with them at her leisure. More than a few tried to get handsy with her, but there was always a notable 'desperation' guiding their actions, ultimately making them putty in her hands. In Ohta's case, rather than desperate or excited by the prospect of bedding her, he almost seemed bored...
Feeling slightly annoyed, Rangiku linked her left arm around Ohta's right, allowing her blouse to open, revealing a hint of her peach-colored nipples. Ohta briefly cast his gaze toward them, but instead of tarrying, he looked her in the eye and offered a casual, "You've got some pretty massive tits, don't you?"
"Feel free to touch them," replied Rangiku, her eyes exuding a glimmer of challenge. She expected Ohta to hesitate a bit, his mask of calm replaced by nervousness and expectation. Instead, he raised his brows slightly and reached across his body with his left hand, casually coping and appearing to weigh her right breast without much of a change in expression.
"Nice texture..." remarked Ohta, gently rolling Rangiku's nipple between his thumb and index finger as he added, "They're soft and have a pleasant weight to them..."
As both of her nipples rapidly hardened, Rangiku did her best to emulate Ohta's calm as she reached for his bulge. However, the moment her hand came into contact with it, her pupils visibly contracted before dilating as it was 'much' larger than anticipated. She would need to see it directly to be certain, but she approximated it to be at least 20cm and nearly as thick as her wrist...
Before Rangiku could satisfy her curiosity, Ohta cautioned, "If you whip it out, I'm fucking your tits and face before we get off..."
Though she retracted her hand, Rangiku gave Ohta a half-lidded smile as she replied, "I don't mind using my tits, but you'll have to go elsewhere if you want someone to suck you off. I'm not fond of sore throats. It makes drinking more difficult."
As they had reached the top floor long ago, Rangiku picked up the 1.8L bottle of sake and took the initiative to step off, leaving Ohta to pick up her sash and Lieutenant's badge as she made no effort to fix her state of dress. He did so using his Telekinesis, seeing through the woman's half-hearted attempt to reverse the power dynamic that was rapidly shifting in his favor.
Turning back to find her sash casually floating behind Ohta, Rangiku fell silent for a brief moment before asking, "Are you sure you want to do this here? You mentioned she was okay with it, but I don't think Rukia would be too happy to walk in on her man having sex with another woman..."
"That would make my life a lot easier," responded Ohta, surprising Rangiku as he attested, "As much as I find you and other women attractive, I don't exactly see eye-to-eye with Rukia's desire to have me amass experiences with other women. She believes she has become a shackle preventing me from doing as I please. The sooner she regrets giving me a long leash, the sooner I can stop this madness..."
Not expecting such a 'revelation,' Rangiku raised her brows and remained silent for several seconds before commenting, "No offense, Ohta-kun, but you're a bit soft in the head. You have a future wife/girlfriend willing to let you bed other women, and it troubles you? Any other guy in your situation would be over the moon..."
"If I were just any guy, I wouldn't be dating a Princess of the Kuchiki Clan, and you wouldn't be here right now..." contended Ohta. "Now, let's get this show on the road. As much as this situation frustrates me deep down, it's not going to stop me from pounding you until your eyes roll back..."
Though she was a little annoyed by the prospect that Ohta viewed her as nothing more than a means to an end, Rangiku adopted her most alluring smile and replied, "Lead the way...". After all, she was also using Ohta to relieve her frustrations, so it would be hypocritical of her to chastise him when she was seeking to drown her woes in booze and debauchery...
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After ushering Rangiku to one of the penthouse's guest bedrooms, Ohta immediately took charge of the situation, surprising the buxom Shinigami by embracing her from behind, hugging her waist, and rubbing her toned yet notably soft belly as he peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses. She presumed they would skip the foreplay and immediately proceed to a bout of intense but ultimately passionless sex. However, as more than half the reason he was bedding the beautiful Shinigami was to make Rukia feel envious, Ohta couldn't just go through the motions...
Slipping his right hand into Rangiku's hakama, Ohta wasn't too surprised to find she wasn't wearing underwear. She was, however, completely dry, so he began deliberately working her folds, his hand sandwiched between her remarkably plump, progressively steamy thighs.
With Ohta kissing her neck, massaging her right breast with his left hand, and skillfully working her pussy with his right, Rangiku's cheek started to flush as she exhaled a hot sigh and remarked, "I'm starting to understand where your cheek comes from..."
Responding to Rangiku's remark by releasing his hold on her body, Ohta made a show of licking the moisture from his fingers as he said, "Get on the bed and stick your ass out. I'm going to eat your pussy before I fuck it..."
Furrowing her brows slightly, Rangiku remarked, "You know, it ruins the mood when you speak like that..."
"That depends on the woman," countered Ohta, grabbing Rangiku's waist and guiding her to the bed with his cock pressed to her ass as he said, "If it truly bothers you, you could always leave..."
Rolling her eyes, Rangiku crawled onto the bed and allowed Ohta to be the one to unfasten and remove her hakama, exposing her pert, massive, genuinely awe-inspiring ass.
"Dear God, woman..." muttered Ohta, caressing Rangiku'a pillowy ass with his right hand as he mused, "I expected a feast for the eyes, but this is an all-you-can-eat buffet..."
Preempting Rangiku's response, Ohta surprised her by picking her up by the ass, prying apart her increasingly glistening folds with his thumbs as he buried his mouth and tongue into her surprisingly pink labium. He half-expected her insides to resemble pastrami, but like most of the women he had encountered after his reincarnation, Rangiku's pussy looked criminally underused, borderline pristine...
Surprised by how 'vigorous' and skillful Ohta's ministrations were, Rangiku ceased her usual playful persona, burying her face into the unused bed to conceal it as her toes started to curl. She couldn't remember the last time she received a 'proper' tonguing. Most guys just focused on kissing, even if she didn't want to, painfully squeezing her breasts like it was supposed to make her feel good, and single-mindedly getting themselves off. Ohta seemed 'determined' to make her climax before they even started having sex, so her valuation of his abilities increased quite a bit...
Feeling that Rangiku was 'extremely' close to climaxing, Ohta surprised her by reducing the intensity of his tonguing, focusing on the marginally less sensitive parts of her pussy as he massaged her ass with the very tips of his fingers, providing a tickling stimulation rather than being more forceful. This caused her to have a much weaker orgasm, but he was able to extend its duration considerably, increasing her sensitivity rather than making her feel numb due to overstimulation.
Confident that she was more than ready, Ohta withdrew his face from Rangiku's pussy, lightly smacking her ass as he said, "Schooch forward. I'm going to fuck you from behind for my first shot. After that, we can try whatever position you're most comfortable with."
Exhaling heated breaths, Rangiku took a moment to gaze back at Ohta, parroting, "The 'first' shot? Just how many times are you planning to do me?"
"As many as it takes..." replied Ohta, prompting Rangiku to comply with his previous instructions by lightly pushing against her ass. When she finally moved forward, he climbed after her, stopping her near the center of the bed by grabbing her waist and proceeding to shed his Shihakusho while his bulge pressed against her pussy. Rangiku had the distinct impression she was being maltreated, but instead of protesting, she began to bunch up the blankets and grab pillows for support. As 'useful' as large breasts were for seducing men and getting what she wanted, they could also be incredibly cumbersome...
Waiting until Rangiku was finished, Ohta positioned his glans at her very eager-looking entrance, wasting no time before sinking into her steamy, accommodating, but still incredibly tight cavern. She definitely wasn't a virgin, but her pussy didn't feel nearly as 'worn' as her salacious behavior suggested it would be. In fact, it wasn't all that different from the current Orihime...
While Ohta had a somewhat 'mid' impression of her pussy, Rangiku was experiencing a bit of a crisis as his cock filled her to the brim and even put pressure against her posterior fornix, making it feel as though he was pushing up her insides. Furthermore, due to his increased sensitivity, she climaxed a bit just from his swift, incredibly resolute intrusion.
"You good...?" asked Ohta, giving Rangiku some time to adapt to the size and girth of his cock. Its dimensions hadn't been too extreme in the past, but in the wake of his first time Yoruichi, he seemed to have experienced a very 'localized' growth spurt. He hadn't measured it, but its length was around 23-25 centimeters, and the girth was sitting around 15, surprising even himself with its thickness...
Recovering enough to respond, Rangiku's naturally alluring tone sounded weightier, tinged with a discernible fervor as she replied, "I'll admit it...you definitely weren't being cheeky before. Rather, if Rukia has to put up with this every day, it's no wonder she permits you to bed other women. She'd end up in a wheelchair otherwise..."
Exhaling a faint snort, Ohta began to move his hips, unhurriedly at first but gradually picking up speed as he replied, "You'd be surprised. Rukia might be petite, but she isn't lacking in vigor. She struggled in the beginning, but it only took her a few days to acclimate. Now, she can take it like a champ and is usually the one attacking me..."
Though she intended to respond to Ohta's words, not wanting to appear 'completely' helpless, Rangiku promptly dismissed the idea, focusing on clenching her jaw to prevent her teeth from chattering. She also tried to restrain her voice, but it wasn't long before throaty, impassioned moans began to escape her throat. She usually only moaned to egg her partner on so they didn't feel as inept and unskilled as they were. In Ohta's case, he left her with no choice, his deep, impactful pistons causing waves of pleasure to surge through her body, running up her spine and settling in her brain. The fact that they were only just getting started left Rangiku feeling genuinely anxious, almost like she had reverted to being a maiden, unaware of how slippery the slope of sexual gratification could be...
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(A/N: *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* *pa* )

After seeing Rukia and Orihime off at school, Ohta half-expected to find Yoruichi waiting for him when he returned. Instead, he found himself with a large, luxurious hotel to himself. The members of the Onmitsukidō were given orders to stay 'out of sight, out of mind,' so unless he flared his spirit energy to signal them, Ohta's path only really crossed with Ayame.
Deciding it was a waste of time being moody, Ohta went to the pool on the first floor, choosing to swim as his daily exercise. The water was cool and invigorating, so Ohta was able to get in a good workout before taking a seat on the pool's edge and thinking about how nice it would be to relax with Rukia and, as she was likely to remain with them, Orihime at the pool during the next Summer Break.
Picturing the two girls in their swimwear, a wry smile developed across Ohta's face as he immediately imagined Rukia in a traditional, sukumizu-style school swimsuit while Orihime appeared in a bikini that could barely contain her massive breasts and ass. As much as he had come to love the petite and caring Shinigami, it didn't change his preference for curvaceous and 'malleable' women...
As the image of Yoruichi crept into his mind, Ohta concluded he had too much time to think. His words the previous night may have made it seem he was looking forward to combating Aizen and whatever other threats might appear, but they were stepping stones to obtaining what he truly desired: peace, quiet, and a good woman to share it with. If Aizen choked on a single ramen noodle and never poked his head out of Hueco Mundo's ass crack, Ohta would feel no great loss of purpose...
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
Hearing his phone's alarm go off, a smile developed across Ohta's face as he Shunpo'd over to it, seamlessly transitioning from his physical form to his spiritual one in a burst of bluish-white light. His alarm only went off for two reasons, the materialization of a Hollow within 100km or an important message from the Soul Society. Either way, it should give him something to do.
'The Delegation and Advanced Attack Squad personnel will arrive at 1400 JST. On-site Point of Contact: Yamada Ohta. Contacting Representatives: Captain Su&igrave;-Fēng and Captain Hitsugaya. Attending Personnel: Lieutenant Lieutenant Aburai, Lieutenant Matusmoto, 3rd Seat Adjutant Ikkaku, 5th Seat Sub-Adjutant Yumichika.'
"They're early..." noted Ohta, having been informed by Yoruichi that the group would be arriving between the 5th and the 7th. The arrival of 'Su&igrave;-Fēng' was also unexpected, though, considering what they had discussed in the steam room, Ohta felt he 'should' have anticipated it.
"Whatever..." muttered Ohta, slipping his phone into his breast pocket and heading to his penthouse to get ready. It was currently 1:18 PM, 1318 JST, so he had a little over half an hour to prepare before making his way over to the coordinates listed at the end of the text. He wasn't too enthused by the idea of playing host, but since this was an official contract and he had more than enough rooms to spare, he had no reason to refuse and quite a few to accept...
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After finishing his preparations, Ohta, accompanied by Ayame, the latter wearing a men's chauffeur outfit, made his way over to the shrine denoted by the coordinates, the same location his group had emerged during their return trip from the Soul Society.
At precisely 1400 JST, a circular set of bamboo doors materialized a few meters away from Ohta, parting to reveal a blindingly white light that made it difficult to make out more than the silhouettes of the individuals standing within. Fortunately, as they promptly emerged, Ohta got to see each of them clearly, starting with an angry-looking, Chihuahua-like girl who frowned the moment she saw him.
Emerging behind Soifon, notably shorter than even the characteristically petite woman, was a young-looking boy with short, spiked, silvery-white hair, piercing blues eyes, and a Zanpakuto that almost appeared too long for his tiny body strapped to his back. He also wore a sleeveless Captain's Haori, but even without it, Ohta would have recognized him as Hitsugaya Toshiro, the youngest Captain in the history of the Gotei at the tender age of 88.
Seeing who emerged from the Seinkaimon behind Toshiro's, Ohta's pupils dilated instinctively as the voluptuous, playfully flirtatious blonde with the ashen Zanpaktuo poked her head out, immediately followed by a crimson-haired asshole with facial tats and two people Ohta didn't recognize. The first was a 'remarkably' bald man with tanned skin and red markings near the corners of his eyes, while the second was a man with neatly trimmed black hair framing his arrogant-looking face, embellished with a weird feather decoration on at the corner of his right eye and interior of his right brow.
Being the most sociable among the group, the buxom blonde, Matsumoto Rangiku, reacted with feigned surprise upon seeing Ohta, raising her right and waving as she mused, "We meet again, handsome~" in a playful tone, a naturally seductive look adorning her face.
Seemingly offended by Rangiku's words, Soifon scowled and said, "You forget yourself, Lieutenant Matsumoto. Do not disgrace the Soul Society with your shameless actions."
Causing Soifon's right eye to twitch, Ohta said, "Calm down, kitten. She was just being nice. Also, welcome to the human world. Looks like I'll be your liaison/host this time around. Just one word of advice before we set out and get you situated. Don't fuck up your rooms unless you want to be sent back to Soul Society with your Zanpakuto sheathed in your ass."
"Oh, I like this guy," said the bald man, Madarame Ikkaku, grinning like a mad dog as he sized Ohta up with the eye of a challenger.
Responding to Ohta's 'greeting,' Toshiro bowed his head slightly, eyes closed as he said, "Thank you for allowing us to stay in your hotel during our hopefully brief stint in the Human World, Yamada-dono. My name is Hitsugaya Toshiro, presiding Captain of the 10th Division. For the duration of this mission, I am also the Commander of the Advance Attack Squad..."
Impressed by Toshiro's manners, even though the 'young' boy was older than his combined ages, Ohta, standing with his arms crossed, gave an approving nod, saying, "Good to meet you, Pintsized." before shifting his gaze to Soifon and asking, "What about you? What brings you here, bee girl?"
While Rangiku was covering her mouth and holding her gut to avoid laughing aloud, Soifon frowned deeply, asserting, "It's classified. I will inform you once we're in a private location."
("So long as you didn't just come here to fuck...") thought Ohta, turning his gaze to Renji, raising his right brow as he questioned, "We going to have a problem, lightning brows...?" referencing the man's bolt-shaped eyebrows.
Clicking his tongue, Renji crossed his arms and looked away, refusing to dignify Ohta's words with a response. Luckily for him, Ohta didn't give a shit, half-turning and thumbing in the direction of the shrine's entrance gate as he said, "Enough chattering. Let's get this dog and pony show on the road."
Nodding his head, the serious-looking Toshiro took the initiative to follow close behind Ohta, prompting Soifon and the others to do the same. This included Rangiku, but instead of lingering in the back and following in her Captain's wake, she caught up to Ohta, asking, "So, what's it like being a Hero? Did the Princess give you plenty of rewards~?" with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Don't tempt me..." warned Ohta, more for his own sake than Rangiku's. She was a remarkably alluring woman and, in some ways, even more his type than Yoruichi. If Anpu thought he was 'holding himself back,' the temperamental hound would invariably get moody and deny him access to his Zanpakuto...
("Don't tempt me...") parroted Anpu, his voice echoing within Ohta's mind. He had mellowed a bit after revealing his name, but he was still a massive pain in the ass, at least from Ohta's perspective. Zanpakuto Spirits were a more 'primal' reflection of their users, so Anpu had far fewer 'reservations' than Ohta, at least when it came to women and doing as he pleased.
Undaunted by Ohta's warning, Rangiku narrowed her eyes and teased, "If you say things like that, it'll only make me want to tease you more. You're exactly my type, you know? Handsome, young, powerful, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect your woman. I envy Kuchiki-chan..."
Believing Rangiku was a classic femme fatale, potentially even given the mission of trying to seduce him, Ohta made a show of rolling his eyes as he said, "I'm also 'taken.' If you can't respect that, don't expect even a lick from me..."
Though he meant a lick of respect, an idiom denoting a very small amount of something, Ohta failed to account for the fact that Rangiku spent most of her time in Soul Society. Even Rukia needed to study modern language to communicate without sounding like she was someone's granddaughter from a small village in the mountains. Rangiku had no understanding of modern idioms, so when she heard Ohta's words, she appeared genuinely surprised as she remarked, "Oh, my! Has Japan developed the custom of licking people as a greeting? How salacious~."
Borrowing a page from Renji's book, Ohta decided not to dignify Rangiku's words with a response. Unfortunately, unlike him, who didn't care about being ignored, Rangiku was similar to Yoruichi. The more she was ignored by someone, the more she wanted that person's attention...
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With Orihime choosing to visit Tatsuki, Ohta and Rukia finally had some time to themselves, relaxing in the bath together as he recounted what had transpired earlier in the day.
Even without Ohta mentioning her by name, Rukia remarked, "That sounds like Matsumoto Rangiku of Squad 10. There are countless rumors about her being a serial man-chaser, but curiously enough, I've never heard of a single man testifying to having slept with her. Some speculate she's in an illicit relationship with her Captain, but I doubt it. Captain Hitsugaya might appear immature, but he's a very serious and dutiful young boy."
"Young...?" questioned Ohta. "Isn't he like a hundred and some change...?"
"That has to do with how non-native souls age," replied Rukia. "Similar to myself, Captain Hitsugaya was a human who died at a very young age. He might be over a hundred years old, but his brain and body were stunted in their developmental period. That allows him to absorb knowledge quickly, but knowledge doesn't equate to maturity. As far as I'm aware, he hasn't even started puberty yet."
"That...reeeally fucking sucks..." whispered Ohta. However, it also got him thinking about something...worrisome. Before he could consider asking, however, Rukia looked up at him with narrowed eyes and asserted, "I am a proper adult, even by modern standards..."
"I wasn't going to say anything..." claimed Ohta, prompting Rukia to roll her eyes before reclining against his chest and whispering, "If anything, you should be relieved. It's highly unlikely, but there's a chance I could become one of the shapely beauties you're so fond of..."
As he knew she wasn't truly angry, Ohta didn't try to convince Rukia she was fine just the way she was. He had done that plentily in the past, so all he had to do was kiss her crown and caress her belly to return her smile...
Shattering the pleasant atmosphere that was building, Rukia smacked Ohta over the head with a metaphorical brick as she stated, "If you have the opportunity to do so, do not hesitate to accumulate some 'experience' with Lieutenant Matsumoto. I'm interested to learn if the rumors about her are true, and I 'know' she's your type. Just tell me how things go after the fact so I can determine whether I should 'warn' her like Orihime."
"You're really killing the vibe..." remarked Ohta, his expression and tone as unmotivated as his previously hardening dick.
"Eh, we can't have sex 'every' day," contended Rukia. "In fact, I should be using this time to train or go on patrol. Summer Break is over, and I have a job to do..."
As Rukia was usually the one attacking him, Ohta asked, "You're not just saying that to make me feel less guilty about sleeping with other women, right...?"
"Even if I am, it doesn't change the facts," asserted Rukia. "I 'do' need to train, and you 'should' get to have fun and make mistakes. Because once we get married, it will probably just be me, you, Orihime as my attendant, and Yoruichi-sama as your patron and periodic resonance partner..."
Staring up at Ohta, Rukia's expression was deadly serious as she said, "You're an attractive and truly remarkable young man, Ohta. You could have had any woman, yet you chose to love me. Before we finalize things with marriage, I'd like you to gain experience with at least ten women. If you restrain yourself now, it might not encumber our marriage short-term, but it will ten, twenty, or a hundred years down the line..."
Though he shook his head and exhaled a sigh, Ohta didn't try to argue with Rukia. She had considerably more life experience than him, and he couldn't deny that he had innumerable prospects due to his appearance and the fact he was one of the most powerful beings in the three realms at sixteen. A hundred years from now, he might very well be the Captain Commander of the Gotei 13...
Placing a heavy burden on Ohta, Rukia's expression and tone softened as she said, "Do it for me..." pleadingly. Ohta would have readily accepted if she asked him to do just about anything else, even throwing himself into the heat of Yamamoto's flames. However, as she was asking him to sleep with at least seven other women, he had an almost overwhelming urge to sink beneath the water and stay there...
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(A/N: Rukia has the best of intentions, but damn...also, daily reminder that this is not a harem novel.)

Chapter 60: Pushing Buttons