Not a Mob: Psycho

"The method to attain Bankai in a short period is using an artifact known as a Tenshintai(God Change Body) to actualize your Zanpakuto Spirit in the real world," explained Rukia. "After that, you must persuade or defeat it. Should you fail, you could lose your life or have your will supplanted by that of your Zanpakuto..."
"That sounds pretty dangerous..." muttered Rangiku, assuming they would be unable to use their Zanpakutos for the duration of the trial, a sentiment that was confirmed when Rukia nodded her head, appending, "Unless you are supremely confident in your innate and practiced abilities, manifesting and attempting to defeat your Zanpakuto Spirit is suicide. For the duration of the trial, you will be unable to use your Zanpakuto. Furthermore, should you abandon the trial and forcibly reseal the manifested Zanpakuto Spirit, there's a good chance your Zanpakuto will become sealed, unusable from that moment onward..."
Shifting her gaze to Ohta, Rukia added, "That's where Ohta-kun comes in. If the person undergoing the trial has someone they trust to assist them, the process becomes much simpler and comparably safe. However, if you depend on an outsider to subjugate your Zanpakuto and achieve Bankai, it could 'imprint' on them, recognizing that person as its true master..."
Looking between Orihime and Rangiku, Rukia clarified, "In simpler terms, you would become bound to the person who subjugates your Zanpakuto Spirit. Orihime received her powers from Ohta, so it wouldn't matter much in her case. However, if you, Matsumoto-san, permitted Ohta to aid in the attainment of your Bankai, your very soul would be 'beholden' to him from that moment onward..."
"Yeah, that's not happening," said Ohta, chiming into the conversation before Rangiku could say or do something stupid. "I'm fine with you and Orihime, but I barely even know this woman."
"That didn't prevent you from giving me the ride of my life..." remarked Rangiku, her expression forming into an alluring pout. Even now, she felt like Ohta's cock was still within her, the echoes of his deep and forceful movements resonating through her body and causing a balmy wet mess between her thighs...
Blinking in surprise, Orihime asked, "Did you and Ohta-kun have sex...uh, Matsumoto-san...?"
"That's an understatement," replied Rangiku, crossing her arms in a way that accented her tremendous bosom as she revealed, "This boy treated me like a plaything and blew his load in me no fewer than six times. For a while there, I thought he would never give me a moment to rest and catch my breath..."
Instead of getting upset at Rangiku's words, Orihime looked at Ohta with glistening eyes containing a hint of longing. The most he had ever cum in her was three times, largely due to the presence of Rukia, so she wanted to experience what Rangiku had 'endured' at least once...
Shaking his head, Ohta lightly pat the hopeful ginger's head and said, "I'm not in the mood right now, but I will be eventually. Just be patient..."
"Okay~!" replied Orihime, smiling happily since Ohta was generally good at keeping his word. He hadn't expressly promised her anything, but she believed it was only a matter of time before he afforded her an experience even greater than Rangiku's.
Seeing the peculiar interaction between Ohta and Orihime, Rangiku raised her brows and asked, "What's the deal with the two of you? I thought you were lovers, but now you look more like a master and his pet..."
Answering in the duo's stead, Rukia explained, "Orihime is my attendant, interim physician, and a collateral lover of Ohta-kun's. He refuses to be in a committed relationship with anyone other than myself, but Orihime is an exception as she wishes to support our relationship, not interfere with it..."
"That's right~!" exclaimed Orihime. "I really 'really' like Ohta-kun, but I'm also really good friends with Rukia. I want them to be happy, and it makes me happy just being near them~!"
"I see..." muttered Rangiku, adopting a somewhat awkward smile as she scratched her head. Orihime's words made her feel sorry for the bubbly ginger, but she wasn't in a position to lecture others on their relationship dynamics. The boy-turned-man she loved broke up with her the day after they had sex and willfully avoided her from then onward. She had tried to get his attention and make him jealous by flirting and eventually sleeping with other men, but all he ever did was smile at her, make jokes, and then wish her well before summarily leaving, treating her as if they were barely acquainted with one another...
Feeling a sudden urge to get a drink, Rangiku stood up and said, "I'll be in the guest bedroom..." before sauntering off. Her departure was followed by the stares of Ohta, Orihime, and Rukia, all three eventually goggling at her ass, swaying seductively with each movement.
Waiting until Rangiku had retired to the guest room, Rukia remarked, "I can see why you're attracted to her. I never paid much attention to the appearances of other women in the past, but Matsumoto-san is certainly a beautiful woman..."
Nodding her head, Orihime cupped her breasts, staring down at them as she muttered, "I need to start drinking more milk..."
"Both of you are fine just the way you are," asserted Ohta, drawing the duo's gazes. "But that's not important right now. Tell me more about this Tenshintai method. What are the side-effects of having your Zanpakuto Spirit subjugated by another? Orihime doesn't even know the name of her Zanpakuto, so would she be able to use it?"
"That last part is certainly an issue," acknowledged Rukia. "However, as Orihime's Shinigami powers are derived from yours, you should be able to assist her in accessing her Soul Space/Palace via Soul Resonance. If not, she'll just have to wait until she learns the name of her Zanpakuto before undergoing the training."
"Sounds about right..." muttered Ohta, meeting Orihime's gaze to find she was staring at him with an expectant glimmer in her eyes. They had tried to trigger Soul Resonance a few times, but resonating with more than one person was difficult. They had gotten close, but as the process was like a clash of wills forced into a compromise, Orihime would invariably pass out before they could achieve the coveted state. Simply put, even with the powers he vested her serving as a 'bridge,' the gap between their mental and spiritual energies was too great.
"We'll try it later..." said Ohta, habitually caressing Orihime's head. At the same time, he prompted Rukia to continue with his eyes, compelling her to say, "As for the side effects, they're as I mentioned previously. Once a Zanpakuto Spirit has been subjugated, it effectively becomes subordinate to the person who bested it. Depending on the degree of subjugation, the Zanpakuto could simply ignore its wielder, refusing to lend them its power without 'permission' from the one it views as its master."
"Then why doesn't the Gotei use this method to awaken the Bankai of weaker Shinigami, consequently subjugating them?" asked Ohta. "Seems like a fairly reliable way to prevent betrayal..."
"It's because the person who becomes the new master of the Zanpakuto is obligated to maintain that relationship," explained Rukia. "If you neglect the contained Spirit, it could become moody and temperamental, outright refusing to lend its power. That forces the Shinigami with the subjugated Zanpakuto to stay close to the person who subordinated it. If the wielder doesn't have a strong bond with said person, their Spirits could even turn against them."
"Sounds incredibly convoluted..." remarked Ohta. However, at the same time, he could understand why this method wasn't used more frequently. Managing your own Zanpakuto Spirit could be a pain in the ass. Trying to subordinate and manage others sounded like a nightmare...
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Pretending he couldn't feel Anpu silently judging him, Ohta said, "That's even more of a reason not to get someone like Rangiku entangled in our affairs. If she wants to undergo the training, more power to her. But she should get someone like her Captain to subordinate her Zanpakuto Spirit, not someone she barely knows and casually had sex with..."
Nodding her head, Rukia admitted, "That's certainly an option. However, as capable as Captain Hitsugaya is, he lacks the 'capacity' to manage the Zanpakuto Spirit of someone like Matsumoto-san. You should know that a Zanpakuto Spirit is a more 'primal' reflection of their wielders. While I am confident he would be able to subjugate Matsumoto-san's Zanpakuto, it would doubtlessly rebel unless she is similarly subordinate to him. And I don't mean subordinate in the vein of a Captain and his Lieutenant..."
"In other words, the person who subordinates the Zanpakuto needs to periodically fuck its original wielder...is that what you're saying?" asked Ohta.
"Any sufficiently powerful bond should suffice," argued Rukia. "However, if you consider that Matsumoto-san's Zanpakuto Spirit is a less 'uninhibited' version of her, I don't think it would be content with a master who ignores or refuses to sleep with its wielder..."
"And with that, you've convinced me 'not' to subordinate her Zanpakuto Spirit..." stated Ohta. He definitely didn't mind giving Rangiku a thorough dicking, but if her Zanpakuto became subordinate to him, he would 'need' to keep fucking her indefinitely. At the very least, he would be stuck with her until she managed to reclaim her authority...
"I understand your reservations," replied Rukia. "However, with Aizen's forces growing by the day, it would be 'beneficial' to have even one more person capable of using Bankai. Matsumoto-san is also an experienced Shinigami who has been a Lieutenant for many years. She would make a suitable candidate to fill the vacancies in the 3rd, 5th, and 9th Divisions."
Realizing that Rukia was pandering to his 'opportunistic' sensibilities, Ohta fell silent. It would unquestionably benefit him and, as a result, all of them to have another Captain under his thumb. He had humored the possibility of becoming the Captain-Commander of the entire Gotei in the future, so the more influence he had over its members, the better...
Closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose, Ohta replied, "We'll see how it goes with you and Orihime before I decide anything. But, Rukia..."
Opening his eyes and staring at the raven-haired beauty with a serious look, Ohta said, "You know I love you...but if you keep testing me like this, I 'will' lose my patience. Then you will have to accept 'everything' I would have given to others..."
Feeling Orihime's gaze practically drilling a hole into the side of his head, Ohta added, "Sans Orihime..." in a marginally fainter tone. At this point, the two were practically a packaged deal, so while Ohta didn't regard Orihime as his woman, he wouldn't neglect her. Not when her healing power could regrow limbs and effectively reverse time...
Catching Ohta off guard, Rukia firmly asserted, "I have been yours since we claimed one another. If my words and actions cause you undue frustration and you feel the need to vent, I will accept the consequences willingly. No matter the time or place."
"And if she can't, I'll lend a hand~" chimed Orihime, pressing the tips of her fingers together and adopting a smile that seemed to illuminate the entire room, shattering the tense atmosphere.
"Speak of which, have the two of you eaten~?" asked Orihime. "If not, I could try cooking."
"No/No...!" exclaimed Ohta and Rukia, their voices overlapping perfectly. Orihime wasn't nearly as airheaded as she acted, but she had a negative aptitude for cooking. Ohta allowed her to help out by cutting vegetables and preparing ingredients, but when she was left to her own devices, the dishes she prepared could best be described as 'experimental.'
Rising from the sofa, Ohta said, "I'll get started on dinner. The two of you should take it easy and get started on your homework if you have any. I'll call you over to set the table when it's finished."
Before Ohta could walk off, headed for the kitchen, Rukia mused, "Don't forget about Matsumoto-san's portion. You're free to send her away after dinner, but as long as she's here, she's our guest."
"Yeah, yeah..." replied Ohta, running his fingers through his messy brown hair as he continued on his way. Rukia wore the pants in their relationship, largely because he let her, so unless Rangiku pissed him off, he wouldn't give the buxom blonde the boot outright. If she 'did' end up becoming his subordinate, it would benefit him to conquer or stomach, not just her body and Zanpakuto...
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(A/N: Ohta doesn't mind 'investing,' but Rukia is clearly the one thinking ahead in their relationship xD...)

With the rest of the week passing without incident, sans a minor event where Ohta was asked to spar by the Ikakku, the underground chamber was closed off in preparation for using the Tenshintai. Yoruichi had shown up earlier that morning, so she, Ohta, Rukia, Orihime, Soifon, and Rangiku had gathered in the massive chamber.
Earning herself a deadpan stare from Ohta, Yoruichi, propping up a white, vaguely human-shaped doll, kicked things off by remarking, "This is quite the little harem you've managed to gather for yourself..." in a teasing tone.
More amused than intimidated by Ohta's expression, Yoruichi maintained a relaxed smile as she passed her gaze over Orihime, Soifon, Rangiku, and Rukia, settling on the latter as she asked, "I'm guessing you're up first...?"
Nodding in affirmation, Rukia replied, "My Sode-no-Shirayuki has been in a dour mood ever since she was forced to lend her powers to Ichigo. This is a good opportunity for her to vent..."
"Then, all you have to do is stab this big boy through the heart, just like when you transferred your powers the first time," stated Yoruichi, patting the white doll's shoulder. "Before that, I advise everyone but Ohta to back off and keep your distance. Manifested Zanpakuto Spirits can even imperil Captains if they're not careful."
Once everyone else had backed away, Rukia unsheathed her Zanpakuto, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, but with Ohta standing beside her, Rukia believed she could accomplish just about anything...
Opening her eyes, Rukia resolutely stabbed the Tenshintai in the heart, causing an abrupt explosion of frigid Reiryoku that pushed everyone back and froze everything within several tens of meters. Then, instead of dissipating, the Reiryoku, resembling the plume of snow that heralded an avalanche, retracted in on itself, swirling violently before merging into the figure of a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with waist-length, snow-white, lavender hair and cold, icy blue eyes whose outfit consisted of a pure white kimono with large sleeves, a long hem, a pastel, yellow-green obi, and a large, pale purple bow wrapped around her waist.
"She's beautiful..." muttered Rukia, having never seen Sode-no-Shirayuki with such clarity. She usually veiled herself behind a thin bamboo screen patterned with a snowy mountain, similar to an Emperor or a high-ranking Noblewoman that didn't wish to be seen.
Frowning deeply, the Yuki-onna-looking Spirit looked between Rukia and Ohta, her gaze lingering on the latter for a short moment before fixing on the former as she asked, "Kuichiki Rukia...you could not awaken my power on your own, so now you wish to steal it...?"
Shaking her head, Rukia did her best to appear firm as she replied, "That was never my intention. I want to work alongside you, but you refuse to acknowledge me. Tell me, Sode-no-Shirayuki, how can I convince you to lend me your power...?"
Manifesting a predominately white katana with a long, thin blade and an extended hilt adorned by a white ribbon, Sode-no-Shirayuki replied, "You can start by dying..."
Swinging her sword in a graceful arc, Sode-no-Shirayuki sent a crescent-shaped stream of icy wind at Rukia. The crescent was fairly slow initially, but the further it traveled, the faster it seemed to move. Unfortunately for Sode-no-Shirayuki, Rukia didn't even need to dodge as the blade of frigid energy impacted an invisible shield, scattering in a powdery explosion.
As Sode-no-Shirayuki shifted her gaze to him, Ohta's was equally as cold as he cautioned, "I would advise you to give Rukia a proper trial. You don't want me taking matters into my own hands..."
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Contrasting Ohta's expectations, the palest of blushes developed through Sode-no-Shirayuki's incredibly fair cheeks as she said, "Please stay out of this, Ohta-dono..."
Recovering instantly, Ohta shook his head and replied, "I refuse. Rukia is my woman. I don't mind if the two of you want to 'settle' things, but if you seriously attempt to harm or supplant her will with your own...I will crush you..."
Leaving Ohta momentarily speechless, the blush in Sode-no-Shirayuki's cheeks deepened as she promptly averted her icy-blue eyes. The Spirit of a Zanpakuto was a reflection of its user, a materialization of their desires and the doubts rooted deeply within their hearts. They shared everything from their memories to their various senses, so Rukia wasn't the only one on the 'receiving end' when Ohta went to town on her...
Placing her hand on Ohta's arm, Rukia offered a comforting smile as she said, "I'm with Sode-no-Shirayuki on this one, Ohta. I want to at least try and defeat her with my own strength before depending on others..."
Looking down to meet Rukia's gaze, Ohta noticed a fierce determination in her obsidian-black eyes. He didn't know how she planned to win, but Ohta eventually adopted a smile, replying, "Fine...but I'll be watching you like a hawk..." before caressing the diminutive woman's head.
Feeling gratified, although it was fairly common for Ohta to tolerate her selfishness, Rukia grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a brief but passionate kiss. Sode-no-Shirayuki frowned in the distance, but the pale-haired woman remained silent, waiting until Rukia released Ohta and for him to join the others before asking, "Do you honestly believe you can defeat me...?"
"If possible, I would prefer to avoid fighting you entirely," replied Rukia. "The two of us are one in mind, body, and spirit. We should be working together, not be at odds with one another."
Pointing her sword at Rukia, Sode-no-Shirayuki expressed, "If you truly believe we are one, swap places with me. You can be the one to rest in our Soul Palace while I serve Ohta-dono in your stead..."
Shaking her head, Rukia replied, "You know I can't permit that..." before adopting a faint, knowing smile as she added, "If I did, Ohta might come to hate you..."
Furrowing her brows, Sode-no-Shirayuki gazed in the direction of Ohta and his 'entourage,' finding the former staring back at her with crossed arms and an intent look on his face. If she intentionally did anything to imperil Rukia's life, Sode-no-Shirayuki had absolutely no doubt he would intervene...
Returning her gaze to Rukia, Sode-no-Shirayuki abruptly stated, "I hate you..." with a distinctly pouty expression. In truth, she 'envied' Rukia but hate was a stronger word and didn't make her appear as vulnerable...
Maintaining her smile, Rukia replied, "Even so, we must learn to work with one another. Neither Ohta nor I wish to suppress or make you subservient to us, but we need your power to oppose the perils that would force us to part..."
"Ohta-dono does not require our power..." contended Sode-no-Shirayuki. "It's 'you' who needs it to stand alongside him. You believe yourself to be inferior to him, and you're correct. A woman who would push their lover to bed other women lacks the qualifications to be Ohta-dono's wife..."
Though her right eye visibly twitched in response to Sode-no-Shirayuki's words, Rukia suppressed the urge to lash out. The pale-haired Zanpakuto Spirit was clearly just trying to irritate her, so she forced herself to remain calm, responding, "I am aware of my shortcomings...that's the reason we're in this situation. I wish to become a woman worthy of Ohta's love and affection. As my Zanpakuto Spirit, you must share that desire. Just tell me what I must do to win your trust, and we can start working toward it together..."
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Seeing the passion and conviction in Rukia's eyes, Sode-no-Shirayuki's 'hatred' toward her diminished slightly. Unfortunately, the 'request' she had in mind, killing all the other girls, was far beyond Rukia's abilities. It might also cause Ohta to hate them, so Sode-no-Shirayuki found herself in a dilemma, unwilling to simply lend Rukia her power but unsure how to test her would-be Mistress's worth.
Looking toward Ohta, a near-imperceptible blush gradually permeated Sode-no-Shirayuki's cheeks. This was likely the only time she would be able to manifest in the real world, so she could think of better uses for her time than quibbling with Rukia...
Noticing the look on Sode-no-Shirayuki's face, Rukia raised her brows and inquired, "Could it be...you wish to spend time with Ohta-kun...?"
Though she furrowed her brows deeply, Sode-no-Shirayuki didn't refute Rukia's words. Instead, she turned to meet the raven-haired Shinigami's gaze and asserted, "The three of us, alone, for the next three days. If you can arrange that, I will begrudgingly lend you my power..."
Exhaling a faint chuckle, Rukia replied, "That's a simple matter..." before waving Ohta over, the latter appearing next to her in the blink of an eye, asking, "What's up? Manage to work something out...?"
Adopting a somewhat cheeky smile, Rukia explained, "Sode-no-Shirayuki said she's willing to lend me her power, but only if you pamper us the next three days. Alone."
"Seriously...?" asked Ohta, shifting his gaze to the pale-skinned Zanpakuto to ask, "What, specifically, did you have in mind?"
"Rukia and I are the same being," replied Sode-no-Shirayuki. "You cannot love one of us without loving the other. If she and I are to strengthen our bond, you, Ohta-dono, must serve as the bridge that unites us..."
"In other words, you want me to fuck you?" asked Ohta, causing the pale-skinned Zanpakuto Spirit to swallow audibly before responding, "That is a very 'direct' way of phrasing things, but you are correct..."
"Well, can't say I didn't see this coming..." replied Ohta, shaking his head but ultimately adding, "Let's do it." before picking up the started Rukia and Shunpo'ing over to Sode-no-Shirayuki, tossing the equally surprised Spirit over his shoulder and vanishing from the underground chamber...
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"And there they go..." remarked Yoruichi, unsurprised by how things had turned out. She had awoken her Bankai using a similar method, and it had been more interested in spending time with Kisuke than testing her. Now, whenever she wanted to use Bankai, she either needed to coax her Spirit into allowing it or needed Kisuke's 'assistance.' At least, that's how it was 'before' she experienced Soul Resonance with Ohta...
Turning to Orihime, Soifon, and Rangiku, Yoruichi warned, "The three of you should prepare yourselves if you wish to utilize this method. Even if Ohta doesn't subordinate your Zanpakuto Spirits directly, there's a good chance they will 'imprint' on him. In other words, they will pester you to spend time with him and threaten to withhold their power if you refuse."
Exhaling a throat chuckle, Rangiku replied, "That's no different from how Haineko usually behaves."
"Yeah, cat-like Spirits can be a real pain in the ass, can't they?" mused Yoruichi. Then, noticing Soifon's surly glower, she asked, "What's wrong, kitten?"
Immediately discarding her scowl, Soifon shook her head and replied, "There's nothing wrong, Yoruichi-sama. I'm merely...confused. You said the 'three' of us should prepare ourselves, but I've already attained my Bankai. Why would I need to undergo this training...?"
"It's because you 'hate' your Bankai," replied Yoruichi, crossing her arms as she added. "Also, I know you still have apprehensions about the duty you've been assigned, so this is a good opportunity to close the distance between you. You can't be his 'kagemusha' if he can't trust you and vice-versa..."
Though she frowned deeply, Soifon didn't protest Yoruichi's words. If the latter wanted her to 'trust' Ohta, she would even resort to self-hypnosis to convince herself. Members of the Onmitsukidō were expected to abandon their identities and sacrifice everything, even their allies, to complete their assigned duties. If her fate were to serve as Ohta's kagemusha(shadow warrior), Soifon would dedicate herself to that pursuit 'nearly' as much as she devoted herself to her Mistress...
Erasing the remainder of Soifon's doubts, Yoruichi adopted an ostensibly affectionate smile, stroking the slightly shorter woman's glossy black hair as she mused, "You're so cute when you're determined..."
"Yoruichi-sama..." muttered Soifon, her voice hot and heavy as she stared at her Mistress with a palpable yearning in her brown eyes. Fortunately for her, Yoruichi was in a playful mood, so she moved her hand from Soifon's head, caressing her cheek before cupping her chin and asserting, "I could just eat you up..." with a predatory glimmer in her eyes...
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(A/N: Shirayuki is a woman who understands her priorities (O w O). Also, daily reminder that this is not a harem novel. It's a complex, quadrilateral relationship with various subtleties (O 3 O)...)

With Rangiku barely able to form coherent thoughts, much less move of her own accord, Ohta used his psychic to keep her bouncing atop his hips with enough force to make her ass clap, her voice echoing loudly through the guest room as she rode him in a reverse cowgirl.
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
"Saved by the beeping..." remarked Ohta, his expression and tone lazy even though he felt like his dick was melting in Rangiku's increasingly avaricious pussy.
Instead of immediately pulling out, Ohta surprised Rangiku by sitting up, transitioning her to her hands and knees, and continuing to rail her as he used telekinesis to draw his cell phone toward them. He had been edging himself for the past twenty minutes, so he wasn't going to set out before painting the buxom blonde's insides a sixth and final time.
"Hmmm...?"
While his hips collided against Rangiku's ass with thunderous force, her husky moans becoming a string of pitchy, contiguous noise, Ohta read the text to discover that two 'Arrancars' were scheduled to appear on the East side of Karakura in eight minutes, plus or minus four.
Arrancar, according to Yoruichi, were powerful Hollow that had awakened the power of a Shinigami, ofter after devouring the soul of a Lieutenant or Captain. There had only been two instances of natural Arrancar appearing throughout history, but Aizen had been conducting experiments to enable a Shinigami to obtain Hollow powers and vice-versa for centuries. With the Hogyoku said to be able to dissolve the boundaries between the two conflicting existences, he presumably had the means to mass-produce them. Yet another reason to attack the man 'before' his preparations were complete...
Though he doubted Rangiku could hear him after collapsing face-first into the bed, her body limp and ass in the air, Ohta said, "It says two Arrancar are scheduled to appear a few minutes from now, so I'm about to take off. You should stay here and recuperate. If I'm not powerful enough to repel them, someone like you would be foddered instantly. And that would be a waste of passable pussy..."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta buried himself to his limits in Rangiku's pussy, releasing a massive load fated to be absorbed by the voluptuous woman's body, effectively becoming a part of her. Afterward, he gave a few final pumps to empty his urethra before pulling out and lying her on her side, allowing her to follow him with her unfocused gaze as he quickly got dressed and phased through the wall separating the steamy chamber from the outside...
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With Soifon waiting for him in the air outside the hotel, standing with her arms crossed but ultimately remaining silent, she and Ohta raced to the location mentioned in the text. There, they found Toshiro waiting with his usual stern-faced expression, his brows furrowing more than usual as he glanced at Ohta and asked, "Where's Matsumoto?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Probably passed out in the guest room of my penthouse. I didn't see any reason to wake her. She and the other weaklings would just be in the way if the three of us couldn't handle things. Isn't that why you're here alone?"
"You're mistaken," contended Toshiro. "I ordered Lieutenant Abarai and the others to protect those the Soul Society believes could be a target in Aizen's schemes. People that, if captured and held hostage, could set in motion events that would undercut our strategy and imperil everything..."
Nodding his head, Ohta casually quipped, "You make a pretty compelling argument, pintsized," before shifting his gaze to Soifon and adding, "The two of us are more than enough to deal with two enemies. Skadoodle on back to the hotel. It hasn't even been a month since I last had to rescue Rukia."
Though she frowned deeply, Soifon offered a curt "Understood" before promptly disappearing with Shunpo. In her wake, Toshiro stared at Ohta with a look that conveyed confusion and slight disbelief. However, as the enemy could appear at any moment, he concluded it wasn't the best time to ask questions.
Possessing a sharper spiritual sense than Ohta, Toshiro raised his gaze to the sky and asserted, "They're coming..." before promptly unsheathing his Zanpakuto, causing the sheath on his back to curious disperse.
Immediately following Toshiro's utterance, a crack appeared high in the sky, followed by a mass of energy emerging from within, crashing to the ground with meteoric force, causing an explosion that seemed to shake the foundations of Karakura Town. When the energy dissipated moments later, dispersed by a powerful shockwave, a sizeable crater was revealed, roughly twenty meters across and ten deep. More importantly, two figures stood at its epicenter, a slender, almost emaciated-looking man with a gloomy appearance and a curvaceous, well-endowed woman with short, spiky, golden blonde hair. The man was the shorter of the two, standing at 169cm, and had messy, soot-black hair, dark green eyes with slit-like pupils, and a black upper lip, contrasting his otherwise pale white skin. As for the woman, she was above average in height, standing 175cm tall, and had olive skin, aquamarine eyes, and notably thick eyelashes that gave her a natural, somewhat mysterious allure due to half her face being covered by a high-collar, long-sleeved crop-top that left her stomach and back exposed. Below that, she wore a pair of white hakama that, similar to Soifon's, had large openings in the sides, showing off a large portion of her plump, muscular thighs. More notably, she seemed bereft of panties while the man wore a long-sleeved jacket with long coattails and a bone-like helmet covering only the left side of his head like a samurai's helmet.
While the duo stared up at him and Toshiro, Ohta turned to the diminutive Captain and asked, "Any preferences, pintsized? The woman seems like she's the stronger of the two, but I'm honestly a little fed up with having to deal with hot chicks right now."
Staring at Ohta with a look of disbelief, Toshiro asked, "You would find a Hollow attractive? She may have acquired a human form after becoming an Arrancar, but she's still a monster..."
"You'll understand once your balls drop," replied Ohta, promptly dropping to the ground before Toshiro could offer a response. Curiously, neither of the Arrancar attempted to attack him. They just stood at the center of the crater, observing him with ostensible apathy until the woman asked, "Are you the one called Yamada Ohta...?" in a deep, feminine tone.
"That depends," replied Ohta, crossing his arms as he questioned, "Who's asking...?"
"I am Tier Harribel, the current Tres Espada," asserted the woman. "And I have come to you with a message from Lord Aizen. He advises that you distance yourself from this matter. In exchange, he will not interfere with your affairs. Refuse, and what little you hold dear will be taken from you..."
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Ohta remarked, "Yeah, I don't do ultimatums, chocolate tits. I suggest you turn your ass around, run home, and tell that fetid cunt you call a Lord he's on borrowed time. If he wants to speed up his execution by taking away the things I hold dear, I'm more than willing to come over and give his Josh Groban-lookin' ass a makeover by digging a trench with his face."
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, Harribel responded with a curt nod and said, "Very well," while the gloomy-looking man next to her tapped the air, causing what looked like an 8-bit black portal to open up. Then, as if their only reason for being there was to deliver a message, the duo left without further incident.
Landing next to Ohta, Toshiro, rather than appearing annoyed, asked, "Why'd you let them leave? With your power, you should have been able to stop them."
"You shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to," replied Ohta, taking to the sky and flying back to the hotel while Toshiro tarried for several seconds, staring silently at the crowd gathering around the massive crater with no awareness of how much danger they were putting themselves in...
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Spotting the familiar figure of Orihime on his way back, running in the direction the Arrancar had appeared with her tits bouncing up and down in the fabric of her Shihakusho, Ohta dropped down next to her, asking, "Where are you running off to...?" with raised brows.
Stopping and bending over to catch her breath, Orihime adopted a wry smile as she replied, "I thought...I could at least heal the injured..."
Patting the panting girl's head, Ohta's expression and tone softened as he asserted, "You're a good woman, Orihime. But until you master the basics of Hoho and evasion, you shouldn't rush toward danger."
Adopting a broad smile, Orihimed left Ohta speechless as she replied, "I refuse. I promised Rukia I would always be there to heal you, no matter how injured you become. But, even more than that, I want to support you, Ohta-kun."
Exhaling through his nose, Ohta retracted his hand from Orihime's head, turning around and walking away as he said, "Come along, Bubbles..." in a faintly exasperated tone. Orihime quickly caught up, but instead of simply following after him, she grabbed his arm, hugging it as she walked beside him with a happy smile on her face...
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Upon reaching the Inuneko Hotel, Ohta picked Orihime up in a princess carry, skipping heading inside and riding the elevator. Instead, he jumped straight to the top floor, phasing through the window he had been staring out the previous night. There, even though it had only been a few minutes since his departure, he found Rangiku, looking no worse for wear, happily chatting with Rukia in the living room.
"Oh, you're back~!" exclaimed Rangiku, her brows perking in amusement when she noticed Orihime. "And I see you brought a friend."
Setting Orihime on her feet, much to the buxom ginger's disappointment, Ohta habitually caressed her head as he replied, "What's going on here? I figured you'd both be resting."
"I woke up when my phone's alarm went off," explained Rukia. "I planned to go with you, but I didn't want to intrude upon you and Matsumoto-san. Then you abruptly departed with what felt like Captain Soifon, so I stayed back to await your return."
Piggybacking off of Rukia's words, Rangiku nodded in affirmation, adding, "I sensed her outside, so after fixing myself up, the two of us got together and started talking. But that's not what's important right now. You're back much sooner than expected. Were the Arrancar that weak...?"
Shaking his head, Ohta gave Orihime's bottom a light smack, prompting her to move over to the couch as he followed behind, answering, "Nah. If anything, their Reiryoku was even stronger than the average Captain's. I could have taken them both, but there were a bunch of lemmings around. Lucky for them, they only came to deliver a message."
"Lemmings...?" parrots Rangiku, unfamiliar with the term.
"It refers to sheep-like people who form large groups and gather around disaster sites like complete fucking idiots," responded Ohta. "The Arrancar appeared in the middle of a public park, so a bunch of nitwits nearby and from the surrounding neighborhood came to investigate."
"Ohta's power isn't suitable for fighting in crowded areas or with friendlies nearby," appended Rukia, furrowing her brows in consternation as she added, "If the Arrancar retreated into the city, it would be difficult for him to engage them..."
"Yet another reason for me to take the fight to them..." contended Ohta, the image of a creepy candy store owner appearing in his mind. As much as he despised Kisuke, Ohta knew the man must have a method to reach Hueco Mundo. If Rukia, Orihime, or someone else he knew got captured and taken hostage, he would likely need the man's help to reclaim them...
Interrupting Ohta's intrusive reflections, Rukia adopted a smile and said, "Then Orihime and I should hurry to get stronger. Yoruichi-sama said we might be able to use the same method as Ichigo to attain Bankai, but we would need you to be present. Should we take the next few days off from school, or would you like to try it this weekend?"
Inserting herself into the discussion, Rangiku asked, "You have a method to attain Bankai whenever you want? Doesn't it usually take like ten years of focused training in total isolation? I've been trying to achieve Bankai for the past sixty, but Haineko either ignores me or gives me some impossible task to perform."
Turning to meet Rangiku's grumpy stare, Rukia briefly hesitated before saying, "It's possible that you could also participate in the training, but there are some conditions..."
"Like what...?" asked Rangiku, prompting Rukia to look toward Ohta, the latter returning her gaze with raised brows, curious to know why she was staring at him. What he heard next nearly floored him...
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(A/N: I'm not feeling well, so there will probably only be one more chapter today. Also, a daily reminder that Not a Mob: Psycho is NOT a harem novel...)

Chapter 63: Subordination