Not a Mob: Psycho

"Haaaa....haaaaa....haaaaaaa..."
Despite swinging his sword with all his might, goosebumps spread across Ichigo's battered body as he stared at his opponent, a muscular man with short, spiky, pale-blue hair, light blue eyes, and a bone mask covering his right cheek, resembling the maw of a beast. Like other Arrancar, he wore a white hakama with a black sash around his waist, but his top consisted of an open, high-collared white jacket with a soot-black interior, the collar folded down instead of sticking up. He also had a large hole in his lower abdomen and a sword strapped to the left side of his waist, emulating the Zanpakuto of a Shinigami, but he had yet to draw it since the start of the fight, seemingly not needing to.
"That last attack wasn't half-bad," said the wild-looking man, grinning from ear to ear as he stared down at Ichigo with only mild abrasions on his body. "It's 'almost' enough to make me take you seriously," mused the man, grabbing the hilt of his Zanpakuto as he considered drawing it.
"Che...."
Clicking his tongue, Ichigo forced himself to stand straight despite his body's protests. Thus far, he had been getting thrashed one-sidedly by the blue-haired Arrancar. Even when his attacks landed, the man blocked them with his body or grabbed his sword with his bare hand. As a result, Ichigo was currently standing in the middle of a large crater after being sent crashing into the ground twice over.
"That's the spirit, Shinigami..." mused the blue-haired Arrancar, drawing his Zanpakuto ever so slightly until a deep, baritone voice stated, "It's not nice to bully the weak."
Turning his head to see who had spoken, the blue-haired Arrancar's eyes widened, pupils contracting as a fist impacted squarely with the center of his face. He would normally shrug off such a blow and laugh, but this time he was sent reeling backward, his body forced to flip several times as he was launched high into the sky.
"Unfortunately for you, I enjoy bullying those who do, regardless of how weak they are," remarked Ohta, shifting his gaze to Ichigo to say, "Go and make yourself useful somewhere else. This one's mine."
Without waiting for Ichigo's response, Ohta used Shunpo to bring himself to the same altitude as the blue-haired Arrancar, adopting a toothy grin as the man stared daggers at him while covering his mouth and nose, blood leaking from both.
"You're pretty tough," remarked Ohta. "Ordinarily, a blow like that would have knocked the head off an unprepared Captain. I guess you Arrancar aren't the fodder I thought you were."
"You cowardly bastard..." growled the man, grabbing the hilt of his sword with his right hand as he added, "You're going to regret not finishing me with that sneak attack..."
Before the Arrancar could draw his sword, a black portal opened near him, within which stood the familiar figure of a golden-haired woman with aquamarine eyes and large breasts, further emphasized as she stood with crossed arms.
"Grimmjow..." said the woman, her voice low and threatening as she narrowed her eyes and added, "Lord Aizen commands that you return..."
"Harribel..." growled the blue-haired Arrancar, evidently called Grimmjow. Before he could speak further, however, his head abruptly whipped back, his body drawn toward Ohta's outstretched hand as he declared, "You're not going anywhere."
*fwooooooooom*
Interrupting Ohta's attack, a beam of golden light cut between him and Grimmjow, emanating from the short, unusually wide, and predominately hollow blade of Harribel's Zanpakuto. At the same time, the air quaked as golden Reiryoku surged from her body, exuding an intense Reiatsu as she said, "Yamada Ohta...this man violated Lord Aizen's orders to invade the Human World of his own accord. However, I cannot permit you to kill him. If you insist on fighting, I, Tier Harribel, will be your opponent..."
"You say that like I'm supposed to be intimidated," mused Ohta, bringing his palms together and grinning as he quipped, "Sorry, chocolate tits, but these hands are rated E for Everyone."
Punctuating his jest, Ohta's Reiatsu flared outward, his expression serious as he shouted, "Balance the Scales, Kuroinu-no-Anpu...!"
Responding to the release of Ohta's Zanpakuto, golden light gathered in the hollow of Harribel's Zanpakuto before she thrust forward, releasing it as a spear-like blade of energy. To her and Grimmjow's immense surprise, Ohta didn't even try to dodge it, backhanding the dense mass of Reiryoku with his left hand, fracturing it like a glass pane.
Taking advantage of the duo's shock, Ohta's figure, now adorned in his bare-chested, jackal-themed attire, vanished from view, reappearing next to Grimmjow instantly. The movement resembled Shunpo but was, in fact, a pure display of speed, evidenced by the shockwave that rippled through the area as he kicked the stunned Grimmjow, shattering the man's left arm and leaving a visible indent in his ribcage, fracturing several and causing a wave of force to wrack his insides.
Though his body remained in place for a brief moment, conforming around Ohta's foot, Grimmjow was ultimately sent flying at breakneck speeds, his body producing several shockwaves as it broke through the sound barrier and reached upwards of Mach ten.
Turning his attention toward Harribel, the gold-haired Arrancar staring at him with widened eyes, Ohta questioned, "Where'd your confidence from before go? Weren't you going to be my opponent...?"
Regaining a serious expression, Harribel replied, "What you've witnessed thus far is not our true power. Were we to unleash our Resurrecci&oacute;ns, this city and its inhabitants would be in danger. And no, that isn't intended as a threat, only to remind you of what's at stake..."
"I don't know..." replied Ohta, the inverted triangles in his eyes exuding a fierce luminance as he said, "It sure as shit stinks 'feels' like a threat..."
Disappearing from view, Ohta rematerialized right in front of Harribel, his hand centimeters away from her face as a black sphere condensed in his palm, distorting the surrounding space. The high collar covering the lower half of her face immediately tore away, but Harribel managed to avoid the world's worst facelift thanks to the bone mask that lay beneath, covering the lower half of her face and neck. She also utilized a strange variant of Shunpo to escape backward, but while her speed was tremendous, Ohta was waiting for her when she reached her terminal point, standing behind her with a cold glower.
"Too slow..." muttered Ohta, grabbing a large handful of Harribel's golden hair. She reacted by stabbing backward with her Zanpakuto, but while her blade was able to pierce his various layers of invisible protection, it barely left a shallow cut as it scraped across his obliques.
Forming his right hand into a spear, Ohta intended to stab Harribel in the back but stopped when something warm pressed against his right temple, accompanied by a man 'suggesting,' "Let's end things here for today..." in a lazy-sounding voice.
Turning in the direction of the voice, Ohta found his vision obscured by the business end of a peculiar pistol wielded by a man with a narrowed, blue-grey eye and unkempt, wavy brown hair that extended to the base of his neck. A bone eyepatch covered his left eye, making it seem like his face was hollow, while his outfit consisted of a form-fitting white jacket and similarly tight black pants with grey fur adorning his collar, sleeves, coattails, waist, and calves. Even with a gun pointed at his forehead, Ohta felt the man looked pretty badass...
"You're pretty strong..." remarked Ohta, his voice calm despite his bones vibrating under the strain of the gunslinging Arrancar's ludicrous Reiatsu. The man didn't even appear to be exerting his Reiatsu purposely, but the air solidified and crackled in his immediate surroundings.
Shattering the tensions, though every hair on Ohta's body remained standing on end, the childish voice of a girl, seemingly emanating from the gun's barrel, said, "Ewwwww! Don't go sticking me in other people's faces, you stupid shit for brains...!"
"Not now, Lilynette..." said the gunslinging Arrancar, his expression and tone lazy, but there was a fierce glimmer in his eyes as he locked gazes with Ohta.
Releasing Harribel's hair from his grasp, Ohta raised his hands in mock surrender, adopting a toothy grin as he replied, "Sure...I guess I've had enough fun for one evening..."
While Harribel moved to stand behind him with a vexed look on her face, the lazy-looking Arrancar slowly retracted his pistol from Ohta's forehead, stating, "Lord Aizen does not wish for either side to reduce their numbers before the final battle. He intends to crush all of you in one fell swoop, so use this time to prepare as best you can..."
"You should also prepare yourselves..." retorted Ohta. "The next time we meet, I will be much stronger and nowhere near as 'agreeable'..."
Exhaling a faint sigh through his nose, the laze-looking Arrancar used one of his two pistols to scratch his head as he said, "Yeah...I figured as much. What a pain..."
Half-turning toward Harribel, presenting his 'blind spot' to Ohta, the man added, "We're going in." in a firm tone. Harribel nodded in response, but before tapping the air to open a Garganta, she cast a meaningful look in Ohta's direction. He had no idea what she intended to convey, but there was definitely traces of 'something' in her previously indifferent, analytical green eyes...
("What the Hell?) Ohta asked himself. ("Don't tell me grabbing her by the hair turned her on...")
Leaving Ohta's internal speculations unanswered, Harribel, alongside the gun-wielding Arrancar, stepped into the Garganta and promptly departed. At nearly that exact same moment, Soifon appeared next to Ohta, asking, "Are you wounded...?" before following it up with a pouty, begrudging, "My Lord..."
"Come here..." said Ohta, gesturing for Soifon to come closer. The pout on her face intensified, but she immediately complied with his command, her body tensing when Ohta abruptly pressed his middle and ring fingers to her crotch, digging into the fabric of her hakama as he said, "I'm in a bad mood right now. Don't make me fuck you right here and now..."
Swallowing nervously, Soifon averted her eyes and responded with an uncharacteristically meek, "I apologize if I offended you..."
Retracting his hand, Ohta caused the near-imperceptible blush in Soifon's cheeks to deepen as he sniffed his fingers and asserted, "You're horny," in a confident tone, subsequently questioning, "Were you and Yoruichi going at it before the alarm triggered?"
"We weren't 'going at it," replied Soifon, continuing to avoid Ohta's gaze as she admitted, "I was servicing her..." in a faint, nearly inaudible tone.
"That's kind of hot," remarked Ohta, ruffling the pouty Shinigami's hair as he teased, "I'll have to watch sometime. For now, give your report. How is the situation elsewhere...?"
"5th Seat, Sub-Adjutant Yumichika was critically injured, but his wounds were successfully mended by Inoue Orihime. Other than that, there were no major injuries on our side. The enemy, however, lost four Arrancar and dozens of lesser Hollow," reported Soifon.
"That's better than nothing..." muttered Ohta, still feeling annoyed that his opponents had, once again, fled. The one with the pistols even made him feel fear, something he hadn't experienced since Zaraki's 'surprise' frontal assault. Ohta believed he could win, but the man's Reiryoku, Reiatsu, and the speed with which he appeared were leagues beyond any opponent he had faced thus far, sans Aizen...
("I'm still not strong enough...") thought Ohta, continuing to ruffle Soifon's hair until the scowl on her face gradually gave way discomfited blush. She actually enjoyed having her head caressed, so even though she wanted to remain angry, it became increasingly difficult to maintain a grimace as her chest and stomach filled with a fluttery sensation...
"You have soft hair..." remarked Ohta, causing the frown on Soifon's face to deepen. However, while it was true his words frustrated her, the thing that angered her the most was how her pussy clenched when he praised her...
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(A/N: Ohta is slowly taming the bee-cat...also, daily reminder that this is not a harem fic.)

With nearly everyone gathering in the middle of a street near Ichigo's house, including Rukia and Orihime, Ohta dropped down to see what they were discussing, followed closely by Soifon.
"Oh, hey, Ohta-kun~!" chimed Orhime, gravitating toward him alongside Rukia the moment he touched down.
"I'm fine," assured Ohta, eyes scanning the rather sorry-looking group gathered before him. With the exception of Yoruichi, Ruki, and Orihime, everyone looked tired and a bit worse for wear.
Seeing the 'judgmental' look on Ohta's face, Renji and Ichigo habitually frowned, the latter asking, "What happened to that guy with the half-jaw mask?"
"That's what you want to know?" asked Ohta. "I'm more curious to know why there aren't any EMS or emergency response forces mobilizing after you blew out the windows of multiple skyscrapers."
With Ohta directing his gaze to her, Yoruichi raised her brows and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Go bother Kisuke if you want to know things like that."
"That isn't important right now," said Hitsugaya, his stern yet childish face looking grimmer than usual as he said, "The Arrancar were much stronger than we anticipated. Even a Captain like me had to remove their Limiter..."
Dealing substantial damage to the egos of nearly everyone present, Ohta asked, "Seriously? I'm pretty sure the duo I was fighting were the leaders, and they didn't seem all that powerful to me. The homeless-looking guy with the talking pistols had some pretty insane Reiryoku, but I'm certain I could take him if I weren't worried about collateral damage."
Directing his gaze to Ichigo, Ohta added, "Speaking of which, you need to get your shit together. Creating huge explosions and craters in the middle of intersections is inconsiderate..."
Clenching his jaw, brow twitching, Ichigo replied, "I didn't exactly have a choice. That Seis Espada, or whatever he called himself, was a monster..."
"Really?" asked Ohta. "He seemed like the weakest of the bunch to me. I sent his sorry ass flying into the mountains outside the city with a single kick."
"We get it already. You're strong," growled Renji. "But, unless you can be in multiple places at once, you still need our help. If we hadn't been here, there's no telling what might have happened to the city."
"Then get stronger," retorted Ohta. "You people are literally ancient. You shouldn't have to depend on me and a group of High School students to solve all your problems."
Grabbing Ohta's sleeve, Rukia muttered, "That's enough, Ohta..." in a faint tone.
Nodding his head, Ohta replied, "You're right. You and Orihime also have school tomorrow, so let's get back."
"I'm also gonna head out," said Yoruichi, shifting her gaze to Toshiro as she asked, "I trust you and the members of your Advance Attack Squad can handle things from here?
Though he would have preferred everyone worked together to aid in the cleanup, Toshiro nodded in affirmation, stating, "Just leave it to us..." in a neutral tone. Almost immediately after that, Ohta, Rukia, Orihime, Yoruichi, and Soifon vamoosed, leaving behind the battered members of the attack squad and a very confused Ichigo. Orihime hadn't exactly publicized that she was living with Ohta and Rukia, so he was visibly confused when the former abruptly picked her up and whiskered her away...
"What was that about...?" asked Ichigo, more to himself than anyone present. However, as Rangiku noticed his reaction, a mischievous smile developed across her face as she mused, "Hoooo~? Were you unaware that Ohta-kun, Inoue-chan, and Kuchiki-san lived together...?"
While Ichigo still had an expression of confusion, asking, "Why...?" Renji clicked his tongue, kicking a small stone hard enough to embed it in an unfortunate privacy fence as he walked away in a huff.
Narrowing her eyes and folding her arms under her breasts alluringly, Rangiku asked, "Why do you think, Strawberry Boy? What could possibly compel a young and lonely woman to share a roof with an equally young and handsome boy~? I'll give you three guesses."
As awareness and understanding washed over him, Ichigo blinked several times, initially asserting, "That's not possible..." before promptly furrowing his brows and appending, "He's already in a relationship with Rukia..."
Exhaling a throaty chuckle that caused her ample bosom to heave in a very eye-catching manner, Rangiku regained an alluring smile and mused, "You're so cute and innocent, Strawberry. Rukia is the one pushing Ohta-kun to 'gain experience' by sleeping with other women. He's even taken me for a few rides, so believe me when I say it's not nearly as impossible as you think."
"That's enough, Matsumoto..." warned Toshiro, his expression morphing into a disproving frown. He allowed Rangiku to stay in Ohta's guest room since it saved them a substantial sum of money, but he didn't approve of her talking about her private affairs while on duty.
Puffing her cheeks, Rangiku pretended to pout as she said, "I was only trying to be considerate, Captain. Strawberry-kun deserves to know what his friends from school are up to, no?"
Without waiting for Toshiro's response, Rangiku looked back to Ichigo, her expression uncharacteristically serious as she said, "You should seriously consider finding a woman of your own, Strawberry-kun. Ohta-kun wasn't wrong when he said we shouldn't be getting you youngsters involved, but since you are, there's a chance you could die at any moment..."
Though he didn't ordinarily approve of Rangiku's words, Toshiro nodded in silent affirmation of her assertion. Ichigo was one of only a handful of cards they had to oppose Aizen's ambitions. The rest of them, even the Captain-Commander, had all been placed under the hypnotic influence of Aizen's Zanpaktuo, Kyōka Suigetsu. If Ohta failed, Ichigo would be one of the only people that could still oppose Aizen. In other words, there was a very good chance he would die in the near future...
Immediately losing any respect she might have gained from her Captain, Rangiku teased, "It's a shame Ohta seems like the jealous type. We're not in a relationship, but if I were to sleep with you, he'd probably give me the boot."
Blushing furiously, Ichigo shouted, "As if I would even consider it! Se&ndash;I mean, that kind of thing should only be done with the person you love...!"
Narrowing her eyes, Rangiku intentionally emphasized her breasts as she teased, "While I agree with you on principle, reality isn't all sunshine and rainbows, Strawberry-kun. Those you love and claim to love you can turn into complete strangers once the passion you have for one another fades. You should never give up searching for someone you love, but when your life is on the line, being picky could mean dying alone..."
"I'm going home..." said Ichigo, his expression contorted in frustration and apparent internal conflict. He could comprehend what Rangiku was trying to say, but while he had never put much consideration into things like love and romance, Ichigo felt it shouldn't be such a depressing thing...
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"You were right..." muttered Ohta, lounging on the couch in his living room with Yoruichi sitting beside him with his hand on her ass. "The angrier she gets, the more adorable she becomes..."
"I know, right~?" purred Yoruichi, sporting a catty, unabashedly amused smile as she and Ohta watched Soifon, wearing a skimpy cat-girl outfit with fishnet stockings and high heels, perform an awkward shuffle with a vexed, furiously blushing face.
With Rukia and Orihime at school and the members of the Advance Attack Squad using the underground chamber to train, Ohta accepted Yoruichi's invitation to witness a show. He expected her to take him somewhere, but instead, she summoned Soifon and had the petite Captain don her current outfit, promising a reward if she managed to keep up the awkward dance for ten minutes without giving up or dying from embarrassment.
Causing Ohta's brows to rise, Yoruichi traced her finger along his chest and whispered, "I'll likely be preoccupied until Aizen and his forces make their move. While I'm gone, you're free to take out all your frustration and desires on Soifon..."
"Kuh..."
Hearing Yoruichi's words, Soifon nearly tripped and lost her rhythm, her face becoming even ruddier. As for Ohta, he maintained a relaxed smile, remarking, "It's pretty fucked up of you to volunteer someone who adores you for such a 'strenuous' duty..."
"Perhaps..." replied Yoruichi, shifting her gaze to Soifon as she appended, "However, if I didn't believe you were worthy of her, I wouldn't entrust my most precious subordinate to your care..."
Though she kept her dance going, the gap between Soifon's notably toned thighs shrank in response to her abdominal muscles, particularly those in her lower abdomen, contracting. At the same time, the already visible stain on her crotch became more apparent as a faint trace of love juices began to trickle down her thighs.
Returning her gaze to Ohta, Yoruichi's hot breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "I want you to make her see what me, Rukia, Orihime, and even that Matsumoto woman see in you..."
"And if I refuse...?" asked Ohta.
Regaining a catty smile, Yoruichi whispered, "Then she'll be pouty and despondent until I return. You wouldn't want that, would you? Just look how cute she is..."
Hearing Yoruichi call her cute, the fluttery feeling that filled Soifon's chest became more prominent. Unfortunately, much to her frustration, her body reacted similarly when Ohta remarked, "You're not wrong..." while staring 'intently' at her crotch.
"Okay, Soifon, it's been well over ten minutes at this point," said Yoruichi, waving the girl over as she said, "Come and get your reward."
Ceasing her agonizing dance, Soifon's breathing was noticeably labored as she scurried over to the couch, her brown eyes focused exclusively on Yoruichi. Unfortunately, just as Soifon had anticipated, Yoruichi inclined her head toward Ohta, musing, "I never said I would be the one rewarding you. Though I might be inclined to do so if you can convince your 'Master' to permit it..."
Staring at Ohta with a genuine plea in her eyes, Soifon lowered herself to her knees, placing her hands atop his as she said, "Please, Master...permit Yoruichi-sama to reward me..."
Before Ohta could respond with his approval, Yoruichi interjected to state, "Pretty convincing, but not very 'compelling.' We both know you can do better than that, Soifon. And if you do, I can assure you that your reward will be 'much' greater..."
With her jaw and brows quivering, Soifon placed her hands on Ohta's upper thighs, staring at him with moist, almost desperate eyes as she said, "Please, Master...tell Little Feng what she must do..."
Surprising the diminutive Captain, Ohta placed his hand atop her head, ruffling her hair and nearly knocking off her faux cat ears as he asserted, "You've already done more than enough. As for your reward...give me a moment..."
Rising to his feet, Ohta briefly parted with the two girls to retrieve an item from his room. When he returned, the smile on Yoruichi's face cramped a bit as he happened to be carrying a decently sized strap-on. Orihime had developed a penchant for having things shoved up her ass as far back as their time in Soul Society, so Rukia had 'acquired' the intimidating sex toy so the three of them could become even closer.
Simultaneously matching Yoruichi's expectations and shattering Soifon's completely, Ohta offered the strap-on to the diminutive Captain and said, "This is your reward. While I fuck your Mistress, you're free to peg the shit out of her. And don't worry. She was against it initially, but you'll find your Mistress isn't 'just' a pain in the ass. She can take it like a champ..."
Looking between Ohta and Yoruichi in utter disbelief, the fluttery feeling in Soifon's chest practically exploded when her beloved Mistress shrugged her shoulders and said, "It can't be helped. Go easy on me, okay?" with a dauntless smile on her face.
"I-I-I..."
Before Soifon could claim that she would never do such a thing, Ohta placed his hand on her shoulder, his expression and tone serious as he said, "If you don't, she'll be using it on you..."
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, though he really should have expected it, Soifon's paling expression became bright red as she cradled the strap-on and responded, "I...I would prefer that..." in a faint tone that did little to veil her excitement.
"Sounds like fun," mused Yoruichi, grinning from ear to ear as she asked, "But are you certain? While I'm knocking at your back door, Ohta will be knocking at your front. You may have ruptured your hymen during training, but taking two dicks might be a bit much at your current level..."
Undaunted by Yoruichi's words, Soifon made a guts pose as she stared up at Ohta with fierce determination, stating, "I can take it!" before promptly remembering her 'place,' prompting her to get on her knees, executing a flawless dogeza as she appealed, "Please permit this lowly Feng to serve you, my Master...!"
With Soifon wearing her skimpy cat getup, Ohta found it difficult to take her seriously. However, as he didn't have much else planned for the day, he ultimately shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Sure, let's do it." with a hint of expectation in his eyes. Soifon wouldn't have been his type a few months prior, but after having his perceptions altered by his relationship with Rukia, Ohta was no longer oblivious to the charms of petite women...
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(A/N: Google search Soifon Dancing Cat for dance reference o3o...)

"Looks like I'm in your debt again..." muttered Ohta, sitting with his arm raised while Orihime sat beside him, healing it with a happy smile on her face.
"I'm just happy both you and Rukia are okay~" replied Orihime, narrowing her eyes and smiling even brighter. She was a little surprised when Soifon showed up to her fifth-period English studies and abducted her, but when she learned the reason, she allowed herself to be carried willingly.
"You're a good woman..." said Ohta, using his fully recovered hand to pat Orihime's head. He felt like he was repeating those words a lot lately, but there was good reason to. Orihime was obedient and remarkably useful, a stark contrast to how he perceived her just a month prior.
Catching Orihime a little off guard, Ohta asked, "Your birthday was on the third, right?"
Recovering from her momentary stupor, Orihime smiled radiantly and said, "It was, but you don't have to get me anything, Ohta-kun. Every day since you and Rukia accepted me into your lives has been a gift. If I were to ask anything of either of you, it would be to avoid getting injured when I'm not around."
Exhaling a faint sigh through his nose, Ohta thought ("She really is a good woman...")
"Then, next year, assuming this shit with Aizen is resolved, I'll take you to a fancy restaurant and let you eat your fill..." asserted Ohta, causing the bubbly ginger's eyes to widen and glisten. She was a glutton to her core, but she was more excited by the prospect of going on a date. Ohta wasn't the type to go out unless he had a 'reason,' so Orihime never expected him to be the first to broach the subject of going on a date, even more so since she wasn't his girlfriend...
Not wanting to seem selfish, Orihime narrowed her eyes happily and said, "The three of us will go together. Or maybe we could throw a large party and invite all our friends? It's been a long time since I had a big birthday celebration. It's usually just me, Tatsuki, and sometimes her mother. Not that I'm complaining. Ehehehehe~"
"Ah...that explains why you visited Tatsuki that day..." remarked Ohta. As for Orihime's suggestion, he wouldn't make any concrete promises, but he would consider it so long as he wasn't required to plan the event. His ideal birthday celebration was a peaceful evening without worry, accompanied by an expensive bottle of whiskey, a premium-cut steak, and a warm bath filled with pain-relieving bath bombs. At least, that 'was' his ideal. Now, he would be content with sleeping in, getting his dick sucked, and spending the rest of the day just vibing in a bathrobe...
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Rushing over from Soul Society after Ohta sent her an inter-dimensional text, Yoruichi remarked, "I figured something like that might occur," after learning what had transpired. Before Ohta could get too annoyed with her, however, she waved her hand and appended, "Don't get your knickers in a twist. Incidents like this are common when training to attain and master Bankai since most Shinigami lack the control required to handle a sudden and drastic increase in Reiryoku. There's a reason it typically takes ten to a hundred years to master the technique."
Preempting Ohta's response, Yoruichi poked him in the chest, stating, "That's where you come in. The key component to control is mental energy, so you just need to put Rukia through the same training as your puppy lover. Whenever you infuse your mental energy into someone to enable them to use psychic powers, it bolsters their own. Rukia should have no trouble utilizing her Bankai if you assist her, and, given enough time, it will become second nature."
Though he was relieved by Yoruichi's words, Ohta maintained a glower as he asked, "Why didn't you mention this before? Rukia could have died..."
"Unlikely," replied Yoruichi, shrugging her shoulders as she added, "As for why I didn't mention it, it's because it's good to make mistakes and learn from them. Now that she's experienced what could go wrong, Rukia will work hard to ensure it doesn't. It's much better than assuming everything will go well and then being blindsided at a critical moment..."
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Taking advantage of Ohta's silence, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes and added, "Besides, you were there, weren't you? Unless her Bankai caused her to erupt into a million pieces spontaneously, I was confident you and your pocket healer could handle the situation. Rukia also knew the risks well in advance, so unless you intend to lecture and bite her head off, cut me some slack. She 'did' obtain Bankai, didn't she?"
"Come here..." said Ohta, his neutral expression causing Yoruichi to stare at him in confusion. In the end, however, she moved closer, offering little resistance when he abruptly picked her up, tucking her under his arm with her ass sticking out.
"What are you-?"
Before Yoruichi could finish asking what he was doing, Ohta gave her ass a firm, echoing smack. Her excuse was fairly compelling, but he was too annoyed to let her off scot-free. He also knew from personal experience that she enjoyed spanking, so he saw it as an ideal solution to the current situation, allowing him to release his frustrations without making her feel indignant.
*smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack*
Matching Ohta's expectations, Yoruichi frowned but offered no resistance as he slapped her ass an additional nine times. She felt embarrassed, but, at the same time, a rosy hue spread through her cheeks, accompanied by a faint moisture building between her thighs.
Before Ohta set her down, Yoruichi's voice sounded deeper than usual as she asked, "Are you done? Because the moment you set me down, it's my turn..."
"Yeah, I know..." replied Ohta, offering no meaningful resistance when the brown-skinned beauty promptly pounced on him. He refused to resonate with her more than once a month, but if it was 'just' fucking, he no longer cared. His three-day descent into debauchery with Rukia had given him a more 'primal' view of sex, much to his Zanpakuto's satisfaction. Unless the women he fucked demanded something from him in return, he would fuck them like the beast all humans were at the very core of their being...
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"You're back..." said Rukia, smiling weakly as Ohta entered their bedroom. She wasn't in pain, but after having most of her Reiryoku drained, she felt similar to when she first gave Ichigo her powers.
"Yeah...I intended to return sooner, but I got held up by a certain cat..." replied Ohta, approaching the bed and sitting beside Rukia, grasping her hand as she habitually placed her head against his shoulder.
"I hope you didn't blame her for what happened..." muttered Rukia. "It was my inexperience that caused-"
"It's fine," interrupted Ohta, kissing Rukia's head as he said, "If I were truly angry with her, I would have returned two hours ago. I gave her a few welts on her ass, but we managed to work things out after the fact..."
"That's good," responded Rukia, adopting a faint smile as she finally felt like Ohta was doing as he pleased. Orihime had been with her until just a few minutes prior, so she didn't feel lonely when she awoke to find he was absent. Rather, as it had given her time to reflect, Rukia was glad he took the time to 'work things out' with Yoruichi. After all, the latter was Ohta's 'original' woman, the person she had stolen him from. Rukia had no plans of giving him up, but she knew, deep in her heart, that Ohta and Yoruichi should have ended up together. She just couldn't help wanting to be the person closest to him...
Catching Ohta off guard, Rukia abruptly placed her hand on his crotch, adopting the narrow-eyed, alluring smile she had refined over the past three days as she said, "Help me replenish my Reiryoku..."
Recovering from his brief stupor, Ohta adopted a smoldering, wolfish grin as he replied, "Tell me how you want it. Slow and gentle on your back, or with your face pressed to the sheets...?"
Without hesitation, Rukia replied, "Both..." before pulling Ohta into a kiss by forcefully pulling his collar. He wasn't the only one who had developed a more primal view of sex. If not for Sode-no-Shirayuki abruptly reverting to a Tenshintai while they were making love, she and Ohta might not have left their room for several days longer...
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Nestled between the sleeping forms of Rukia and Orihime, snuggled up to him with content looks on their faces, Ohta had an excellent vibe going as he stared up at the ceiling with a relaxed smile, nearly devoid of thoughts. There were times in his current life when he felt like leaping head-first off a building or smashing his forehead into a wall, but, all things considered, he was living an enviable life. He was handsome, possessed near-godlike power, and despite his efforts to remain monogamous, he was surrounded by beautiful, incredibly amorous women who practically threw themselves at him with his future wife's approval. From an objective viewpoint, he had very little, if anything, to complain about...
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"But not nothing..." muttered Ohta, rising to a seated position as Rukia and Orihime stirred at the sound of their alarms beeping incessantly, similar to when Uryu used bait to lure hundreds of Hollows for a stupid game.
Pulling over his phone using telekinesis, Ohta's frown deepened into a grimace as he read, "A large number of Hollows, led by an unidentified group of Arrancar, have invaded the town of Karakura..."
"No ETA...?" asked Rukia, her brows raising in confusion before creasing as she said, "We need to hurry...!"
Though he would prefer it if she and Orihime stayed behind, retreating underground for their safety, Ohta didn't protest Rukia's words. Instead, he got dressed quicker than both of them, saying, "I'll be waiting outside," before phasing through several walls to reach the exterior of the building. There, both Soifon and Yoruichi were waiting, the latter having decided to tarry for a bit after the intense dicking he had given her.
"What's going on?" asked Ohta.
"If I had to guess, Aizen either amassed forces in the human world and had them launch an attack, or they have the means to transfer between the realms without triggering the detection system used to monitor the Garganta," replied Yoruichi. "Either way, they're-"
Interrupting Yoruichi's words, a red-tinged black explosion erupted in the sky a few kilometers away, the resulting shockwave causing the windows of nearby buildings to shatter as the wave of pressure reached all the way to their location.
Recognizing the Reiatsu's signature, Ohta's brows perked as he asked, "Was that Ichigo? Since when did his balls drop...?"
Though Ichigo had defeated Renji and several other Lieutenants during the raid to prevent Rukia's execution, Ohta had never taken the orange-haired youth seriously. He knew the hybrid brat had a ridiculous amount of Reiyroku, but he had little control, and his spiritual sense was beyond sub-par. He was like a zippo lighter with a mainline to a gas barge. He had a shit ton of fuel but no way to utilize it effectively...
"I told you his potential was monstrous," replied Yoruichi. However, even she was taken aback by the power contained in the explosion. If Ichigo could concentrate it into a thin, precise beam of energy, she would need one of the artifacts from her family to block it...
"I'm going..." said Ohta. "You two join Rukia and Orihime to deal with the trash. If they insist on coming to me, escort them..."
"Look at you," mused Yoruichi, adopting a teasing smile as she gave the frowning Soifon a smack on her bottom, asking, "How are you supposed to respond when your Lord gives you an order?"
Recovering from her startled, visibly excited state, Soifon discarded her smile, becoming deadly serious as she bowed her head and cupped her hands together, responding, "As you will, Ohta-dono..."
Nodding in approval, Yoruichi turned to Ohta, intending to assure him she would protect the members of his 'harem,' but he abruptly Shunpo'd away, surprising her with how seamless the transition was.
"Ichigo definitely isn't the only one with monstrous potential..." muttered Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes in the direction Ohta had disappeared while Soifon observed her from the side, more than a little envious but similarly impressed by his speed...
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(A/N: Everyone else: *trains hard to get a fractional power-up* Ichigo: *screams Getsuga Tensho slightly louder, becoming twice as strong and keeping the boost indefinitely*. Also, thanks to the awesome people who lent me a hand yesterday. I still feel tired, but my condition is much better after a hearty meal, some extra strength Tylenol, and a long nap xD...)

Chapter 67: Growing Frustrations