Not a Mob: Psycho

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...)

Though she had planned to 'ignore' Ohta to focus on the feeling in her ass, Soifon's brows quivered, her heart aching as his cock delved deep into her pussy, pressing against a dangerous place before pulling out, his frenulum scraping her insides and causing her to tighten involuntarily.
("I hate this so much...") Soifon told herself. However, as she lay against Ohta's chest, his hands grasping her ass while Yoruichi fucked her with a strap-on, the petite Shinigami couldn't help favoring the former's warmth and the far greater pleasure emanating from her pussy.
Noticing Soifon squirt every time Ohta bottomed out in her, Yoruichi gave her favorite stalker a smack on the ass, asking, "How's it feel to do it with a man? Not bad, huh?"
"I...hate...it..." replied Soifon, her eyes flitting randomly as she lay limply against Ohta's chest. However, when Yoruichi pulled out, fully entrusting her to Ohta, Soifon didn't notice. Ohta did, but he didn't say anything as Yoruichi winked at him before sauntering to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and retrieve a large bottle of sake.
Returning a few minutes later, Yoruichi downed nearly half the Liter-sized bottle of sake on her own, exhaling a high-pitched drunkard's sigh before surprising both Ohta and Soifon by promptly shoving the mouth and neck of the bottle up the latter's ass. It wasn't as wide as the strap-on near the mouth, but the bottle tapered quite a bit before reaching its widest point.
Feeling something cold fill her butt, Soifon, sporting a textbook example of an ahegao, exclaimed a startled, insensible, "OoOooWaaaaaaaa~!?" as the bottle's contents emptied into her anus, soaking into her fleshy walls and being absorbed into her bloodstream.
"You're literally batshit..." remarked Ohta, prompting Yoruichi to guffaw, give Soifon's ass a smack, and remark, "This little kitten has a century's worth of pent-up frustrations to work through, and I don't have the time or equipment to loosen her up myself. Trust me. No one knows Soifon as well as I do. She's needed this for a 'very' long time..."
"Yoruichi-sama..."
Giving Soifon's ass another light smack, Yoruichi's expression and tone softened as she said, "Relax, kitten. The dick that made you a woman is the same one I ride regularly. After this, we'll practically be sisters..."
Removing the sake bottle from Soifon's ass, Yoruichi leaned over the panting, watery-eyed Shinigami, cupping her dainty breasts before pulling her to a seated position. Ohta's cock slipped even further inside her, but any complaints Soifon might have had were silenced when Yoruichi turned her head and kissed her, one hand cupping her right breast and the other caressing the sensitive bean that poked its head out long ago.
Separating from Soifon's lips after nearly a full minute, Yoruichi licked her own before whispering something into the diminutive Captain's ear. Ohta wasn't able to hear what she said, but whatever it was caused Soifon to tremble, a somewhat pained expression appearing on her face before she placed her hands on Ohta's lower abdomen and began moving her hips on her own, biting her bottom lip as she did.
Rising from the sofa, Yoruichi said, "I'm going to take a bath and head out. If you get hungry, there's sushi in the fridge."
Finished with what she had to say, Yoruichi meandered out of the room with a seductive sway in her step, her perfectly sculpted ass drawing the eyes of both Ohta and Soifon. The abrupt lack of sensual sounds caused the dark-skinned beauty to look back, but instead of saying anything, she just chuckled before making her way down the corridor connecting to the bath...
"There she goes..." muttered Ohta, waiting until he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing before meeting Soifon's pensive, hazy-eye stare and asking, "You okay?" despite actively, albeit gently massaging her ass.
"I'm fine..." replied Soifon, her expression forming into a pout as the color of her cheeks steadily deepened. Not because she was embarrassed but because she had half a Liter of spiritual sake sloshing around in her ass...
"What did Yoruichi whisper to you...?" asked Ohta.
Catching Ohta by surprise, Soifon abruptly revealed, "I am the last of my distinct branch of the Feng Clan. My siblings and I were believed to be failures before I managed to become Yoruichi-sama's personal guard and protege..."
Though he was tempted to tell her to get to the point, Ohta remained silent as Soifon stared down, tracing the line of his abdominal muscles with her thumbs as she softly appended, "It is my service to Yoruichi-sama that has defined me and redeemed my brothers and sisters...she represents the light to those of us who have spent our entire lives in the dark..."
Slowly moving her hips, causing her brows to tremble, Soifon gradually raised her gaze to meet Ohta's as she revealed, "Yoruichi-sama said that you had become her light, removing the veil that has hung over her heart and eyes even before her exile...she said you are the next chapter in both of our lives...so I shouldn't hesitate...and be true to my desires..."
As her movements became more intense, Soifon's words were invariably replaced by suppressed moans, her brows creasing as she clenched her jaw and shut her eyes. The words she had just said to Ohta were a lie, but the truth was even more compelling, at least to her. Yoruichi had told her that if she could earn Ohta's favor and have him sire the next generation of her line, each of their offspring would become members of the Shihouin Clan's elite personal guard...
Imagining her children serving Yoruichi in her stead, Soifon's entire body trembled, her back arching involuntarily as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced spread like destructive waves through her body. At the same time, Ohta released his seed deep inside of her, nearly causing her eyes to roll back before she shook her head to retain her focus. There was value in letting Ohta do as he pleased, but if she planned to have him sire her children, she would need to be more proactive...
Believing that Ohta was at his most 'helpless' in the wake of releasing his seed, Soifon weaponized her ongoing orgasm against him, issuing a loud, "Ora, ora, ora...!" as she raised and lowered his hips against his sensitive cock. Each movement sent intense waves of pleasure through her body, but the look of abject shock on Ohta's face compelled her to keep going, her pussy squirting violently each time she slammed her hips against his, shouting, "Come on! Put your back into it! The man Yoruichi-sama chose can't be this weak...!"
Though Soifon's sudden and drastic shift in demeanor surprised him, her words were more than enough to make Ohta stop caring. He wasn't going to let a lesbian-leaning stalker who had just lost her virginity half an hour prior take him for a ride and challenge his capabilities...
Rising to a seated position, Ohta caused Soifon's heart to skip a beat as he abruptly rose to his feet, holding her close to his body as he began to fuck her while standing. She nearly fell backward when he first thrust into her, so her options were to go limp and let him take her for a ride or cling to him, suffering the same fate but significantly less disorienting. Soifon settled on sticking to him, so Ohta plowed her forcefully as he carried her to his bedroom, the proverbial 'green mile' preceding the petite Shinigami getting fucked in and out of consciousness...
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With Soifon passed out next to him, face-down with her ass in the air, Ohta thumbed through the menus of his archaic flip phone to see if he had any missed messages or calls. Rukia had said she would text or call him near the end of the school day, so with the current time being 3:28 PM, Ohta expected it would arrive soon.
Rolling onto her side after regaining consciousness, Soifon stared at Ohta with a glazed look as she asserted, "You're more beast than man..."
"That's what happens when you provoke me," replied Ohta, his expression
and tone calm as he gestured to his junk and stated, "Once you're finished cleaning my dick, you can haul your pert little ass over to the bath. I might join you once Rukia's call or text comes through."
Though her first instinct was to glower, Soifon discarded her sulky look for a more neutral expression as she replied, "As you will, my Master..." before crawling over on her hands and knees, grasping Otha's cock, and giving it a very thorough cleaning with her mouth and tongue...
Compelling Soifon to redouble her efforts, Ohta casually remarked, "I can see why Yoruichi praises you so highly. Your pussy is barely passable, but you're skilled with your mouth and tongue..."
*ring ring ring, ring ring-a-ling* *ring ring ring, ring ring-a-ling*
Answering his phone while gesturing for Soifon to stop, his cock halfway in her mouth, Ohta mused, "Moshi moshi, this is Ohta speaking..." with a cheeky smile. Soifon initially tried to raise her head, but when he placed his hand on the back of it, she exhaled a faint sigh through her nose and focused on licking his glans.
'You answered sooner than I expected,' remarked Rukia, subsequently asking, 'Are you busy right now?'
"Never too busy to come running when my woman calls," replied Ohta, slowly guiding Soifon to swallow more of his cock. She had absolutely no experience giving head, but her apparent lack of a gag reflex gave her an advantage over other inexperienced women...
'Ichigo mentioned he was going to meet with a group of people to help with mastering his Hollow powers,' revealed Rukia. 'Orihime, Chad, and I are a little worried, so we plan to follow him in secret. Can you meet us at point 3422 by 3809 in thirty minutes?'
"Hollow powers..." muttered Ohta, recalling the red-tinged explosion of black energy. He had known for a while that Ichigo had the powers of a Shinigami, Hollow, and Quincy within his body, but this was the first he was hearing about them manifesting.
Thinking that Ohta was unaware of Ichigo's Hollowfication, Rukia stated, 'I'll explain the details once you arrive.'
"Sure," replied Ohta, adopting a smile as he added, "See you soon, sweet cheeks. And give my regards to Chad and Bubbles."
'Of course,' replied Rukia, a faint chuckle sounding through the earpiece of Ohta's phone before she mused, 'Mine and Orihime's cheeks eagerly anticipate your arrival. See you soon, dog-boy.'
With Rukia hanging up before he could respond in kind, Ohta shook his head with a wry but affectionate smile. At the same time, he prompted Soifon to swallow nearly his entire cock as he said, "Let's speed this up, bee-girl. As much as I enjoyed pounding your pussy, I have other places to be."
Resisting the urge to scrape Ohta's shaft with her teeth, Soifon closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand, sucking and licking his cock until it was practically glistening with 'cleanliness.' When she was finished, Ohta annoyed her a bit by caressing and ruffling her hair, but as she knew this would be a common occurrence, Soifon surprised him by closing her eyes and adopting a faint smile, 'willing' herself to enjoy it...
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Mimicking Yoruichi's and Soifon's presence concealment, Ohta appeared behind Rukia, Orihime, and Chad as they secretly observed what looked like an abandoned warehouse from a group of bushes.
Taking advantage of the fact that Rukia and Orihime were hunched next to each other, Ohta grabbed both of their asses as he announced, "Dog-boy has arrived..."
Leaving Ohta more amused than taken aback, Rukia casually remarked, "See, what did I tell you? If we stood next to each other and bent over even a little, he would definitely grab our butts..."
"I never doubted it," replied Orihime, sporting a slightly awkward smile as she wasn't as accustomed to Ohta's 'antics' as Rukia. She didn't mind him grabbing her butt, not in the slightest, but the presence of Chad made her feel a little self-conscious.
Alleviating Orihime's concerns quite a bit, Chad's expression remained as calm and unreadable as usual as he raised his hand and said, "Hey, Ohta. Long time no see..." in her characteristically deep voice. Unlike Ichigo, he had noticed the dynamic between Orihime and Ohta even before they left the Soul Society. Thus, while he didn't approve of Ohta grabbing the girls' bottoms in front of other people, Chad wasn't even remotely surprised. It 'was' Ohta, after all...
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(A/N: Bee-cat acquired.)

"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.)

Chapter 68: Being Weak Isn't a Sin; Staying Weak Is