Not a Mob: Psycho

After nearly an hour and multiple positional changes, Tatsuki remarked, "Just how irresponsible can you be?" while wiping her crotch with a wad of tissues. "I can't believe you came inside me five times. Also, you owe me a pair of spats..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "I can afford it. As for me cumming inside you, don't worry about it. Orihime is a bit addicted to creampies, so I had my Gigai made sterile. We'd need to be in spirit form and undergo a process known as Soul Resonance for me to have any chance of knocking you up."
"Seriously?" asked Tatsuki.
"We've known each other most of our lives," replied Ohta. "I'm not going to pretend I'm honest, but I'm more likely not to say anything than lie to someone who can easily ascertain the truth..."
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Not sure how to respond to Ohta's words, Tatsuki took a moment to fix her clothes before asking, "So, what does this make us...?" with slightly furrowed brows.
"I'd like to say 'fuck buddies,' but things are both simpler and a lot more complicated than that," replied Ohta. "If you're serious about becoming a Shinigami, I'll make the arrangements. Just don't be in too much of a rush to get involved with the Soul Society. Once you do, just visiting the human world becomes difficult, so you should take your time and spend the next couple of years enjoying what 'life' has to offer..."
"That doesn't really answer my question..." remarked Tatsuki, adopting a hurt expression as she asked, "Why can't you be direct about things like this? You don't seem to have any trouble speaking your mind about other things..."
"Because I only ever wanted one woman to anchor me to this world and life in general," replied Ohta. "Things have become way more complicated now, but we wouldn't be having this conversation if that wasn't the case. So, instead of questioning our relationship, you should focus on becoming the person you want to be. I'll support whatever path you choose..."
"So long as I never betray you..." appended Tatsuki.
"In this case, it would be betraying 'us,'" corrected Ohta. "Orihime has already made her choice, and this entire fiasco is the fault of Rukia. Now that I've become involved with the Shihouin, Kuchiki, and Shiba Clans, my path is set. If you get cold feet after realizing the shitstorm you've gotten yourself into, I won't force you. Only you can decide your path forward..."
"Stop trying to scare me," said Tatsuki, asserting, "I've already made my decision. I can't entrust Orihime to someone as indecisive as you, so I'm going to watch over and protect her..."
"Then it doesn't matter what 'we' are," contended Ohta. "But if you want to put it into words, you could say we're friends with benefits..."
"You're an asshole," declared Tatsuki, slugging Ohta in the shoulder but holding back her strength as she had sprained her wrist several times in the past. As she turned around to leave, however, Ohta caught her wrist, pulling her into his embrace and holding her close as he said, "You know I care about you..." in a faint tone.
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With Tatsuki remaining silent, Ohta kissed her forehead, adding, "Even if you change your mind later, I'll ensure you can live a comfortable life. For now, just focus on the present and being a good friend to Orihime. I can't be here for either of you as much as you deserve, so it would make things easier for me if you could be there for each other..."
Furrowing her brows into a severe pout, Tatsuki replied, "I don't need you to remind me..."
"Yet you need me to remind you about other obvious things..." rebutted Ohta, surprising Tatsuki by hefting her up by her well-developed ass and silencing her response with a deep kiss. In truth, he would have been fine if things remained awkward between them and they never patched things up. Now that she had provoked him to action, however, he wouldn't let her 'escape' a second time...
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As Tatsuki had waited until everyone else had left become coming to search for Ohta, the only people waiting for them when they emerged from the study were Rukia, Orihime, Momo, and Lisa, the latter perusing a swimsuit catalog while the others played Jenga around the coffee table.
Seeing Ohta and Tatsuki materialize, Orihime beamed, jumping to her feet and rushing over to the latter, grabbing her hands as she exclaimed, "I'm so happy for you, Tatsuki-chan~!"
"You're exaggerating..." replied Tatsuki, feeling incredibly awkward as she averted Orihime's starry-eyed gaze.
"H-Hey...!?"
Before Tatsuki could protest, Orihime dragged her off for some girl talk, leaving Ohta alone with the trio of Shinigami. Momo's face was bright red, but Rukia and Lisa were calm, the former wearing a smile while the latter didn't bother to look up from her magazine.
"I take it things went well...?" asked Rukia.
Waiting until he was sitting next to her, Ohta answered, "I was surprised when she showed up, but things went pretty smoothly after she laid into me for a bit..."
"Well, you kind of deserved it..." mused Rukia, leaning her head against Ohta's shoulder as she added, "We need to return before it gets too late. I'll come by again this weekend..."
"If I'm not here, I'll be around..." replied Ohta, casually flicking one of the Jenga pieces out of position.
"Stay out of trouble until I return," said Rukia, pulling Ohta's collar to kiss his cheek. Afterward, she rose to her feet, focusing her gaze on Momo as she asked, "Are you ready to depart?"
"O-Of course, Captain Kuchiki...!" replied Momo, scrambling to her feet while Lisa remained seated on the couch. She had applied for a few days of leave, so she acted like no one else was present until Rukia and Momo departed through the Senkaimon.
Setting aside her magazine, Lisa cast a characteristically apathetic look at Ohta, calmly inquiring, "Did that little girl drain you dry...?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "The only person that can pull that off is Yoruichi..."
Near the end of his statement, Ohta pulled out a billfold, tossing it to the bespectacled Shinigami as he stated, "I set the card limit to &yen;12,000,000. If you need more, shoot me a text..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." responded Lisa, slipping the billfold between her breasts and departing the penthouse without further discussion. She was making a small fortune in the Seireitei by re-selling Josei manga and other goods from the Human World, and Ohta was her partner in crime. Not only was he bankrolling the operation, but he used the sub-dimensional space of his Royal Mantle to help her transport the goods in secret. She offered him sexual favors in return, but Ohta had only allowed her to suck his dick since she was a little too perverted, even for him...
While waiting for Orihime and Tatsuki to finish their conversation, Ohta flipped on his 183cm plasma screen TV and began playing Tekken 4 on his Gamestation 2 console. The gameplay and name were the same as a series from his previous world, but the story and characters were slightly different. The graphics were extremely dated from Ohta's perspective, but he enjoyed himself since he never got into gaming after being drafted into the war.
Emerging from Ohta's bedroom a few minutes later, Tatsuki, now wearing a change of clothes provided by Orihime, perked up when she saw what he was playing, asking, "Isn't this newest Tekken? I didn't even know you were into video games."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "It's a decent way to pass the time. Want to go a few rounds...?"
Only hearing the last half of Ohta's words, Orihime, having just emerged from his bedroom, excitedly replied, "Oh! Are you still in the mood? If so, we can change into something sexier~!"
Without waiting for Ohta's response, Orihime dragged a flustered Tatsuki back into their room, ignoring the latter's protests. When they reemerged a few minutes later, Tatsuki was red up to her ears as Orihime had forced her to change into a mature set of black lingerie, complete with stockings and a garter belt...
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Though he proposed having them call in sick, Orihime and Tatsuki wanted to be present on Ichigo's first day back to school. As a result, Ohta found himself 'alone' after seeing them off at the front of the hotel.
Pulling out his cell phone, Ohta sent texts to Rukia, Yoruichi, and Rangiku before turning around to enter the hotel. Then, as it was somewhat nippy outside, he decided to hit up the gym and relax in the steam room before showering and returning to his penthouse. The first part went off without a hitch, but when he entered the steam room, he found it occupied by an inordinately short 'woman' with blonde hair fastened into spiky pigtails...
"Choose your words very carefully..." warned the snaggletoothed, lightly freckled blonde, staring at Ohta with her characteristically haggard brown eyes.
"Good morning to you too..." replied Ohta, deciding not to let the chibi ruin his mood as he sat in the middle of the bench to her left, leaning his head back with his arms spread wide. He also spread his legs, but since he was wearing a towel around his waist, she would need to get on her hands and knees or crane her head to glimpse his not-so-little brother.
Staring at Ohta for several seconds, the pig-tailed girl, Sarugaki Hiyori, remarked, "You're beyond shameless...you saw this room was occupied by a girl, and you still decided to come inside?"
Though he was tempted to point out that she looked like she had been in the steam room for hours, presumably waiting for him, Ohta asked, "What do you want...?" without raising his head or opening his eyes.
Furrowing her brows further than usual, Hiyori crossed her arms, refusing to respond for the better part of ten minutes. Then, instead of answering Ohta's question, she pointedly remarked, "I'm not 'that' much smaller than Rukia, you know..."
"Okay...?" replied Ohta, opening his right eye to stare at the pouty blonde with a raised brow. He knew she felt 'indebted' to him for saving her, but if she wanted to repay him, he wasn't sure he would accept. His relationship with Rukia had altered his perception of short stacks, but 133cm felt a lot shorter than 144cm...
"Just forget it..." said Hiyori, storming out of the steam room with crimson cheeks. She had anticipated more of a reaction from Ohta. Whether that reaction was positive or negative didn't really matter. However, seeing his 'disinterest' pissed her off...
Though he followed Hiyori's departure with his eyes, Ohta immediately returned to relaxing once she was gone. He would fuck just about anyone with his current mentality, but in 4'4'' Hiyori's case, he wasn't exactly sad to see her go. He might have given chase if it was someone like Mashiro, but she was 'definitely' fucking Kensei...
Thinking about the recently appointed Captain, whose Zanpakuto was a combat knife, Ohta briefly considered asking Kensei to help him with his hand-to-hand combat training. However, as the thought of getting his ass beat by someone who used to be much weaker than him wasn't pleasant, he promptly decided against it. Not because he was excessively prideful but because it would tarnish his reputation rather than help him improve it. Many Shinigami feared and resented him, and at least two Great Noble Clans wanted him dead. Exposing his weakened state would 'drastically' increase the number of people targetting him, either for clout or to accrue favor with those who resented him for 'stealing' Yoruichi. The latter hadn't been exaggerating when she said she was one of the most sought-after women in all of Soul Society, especially among Nobles looking to improve their standing.
"It's tough being popular..." mused Ohta, smiling as he imagined how people would react to Yoruichi walking around with a visibly pregnant belly. It was a shame only positive emotions such as love and devotion counted towards faith, or he might have been able to regain his power and attain godhood in a single go. Instead, he had to do things the hard way by getting people to like, respect, or revere him...
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(A/N: Poor Hiyori. 133cm tall and flatter than a board at 280+ years old xD...)

Though he didn't care for the culture of eating around a dinner table, Ohta joined Orihime and Tatsuki in the dining room, relaxedly eating sushi as he listened to them prattle on about their day.
Around twenty minutes into their dinner, Tatsuku remarked, "I know you don't enjoy talking, but you can do more than nod your head and pretend to be paying attention..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta casually responded, "It's not that I don't enjoy talking; I don't have anything to say. I can't speak about incidents I wasn't present for, and you haven't asked for my opinion, so what do you expect me to say?"
"Then let's talk about something else," said Tatsuki. "I heard from Orihime that you're thinking about becoming famous?"
Perking up quite a bit, Orihime suggested, "You could always become the host of a show like Spirits Are Forever With You! You know, the one hosted by Don Kanonji?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Orihime was about to perform the Don Kanonji laugh but stopped when Tatsuki shoved a piece of sushi into her mouth, stating, "Please don't..." with a wry smile.
Instead of continuing, Orihime chewed the piece of sushi in her mouth, allowing Tatsuki to suggest, "If you're not in a hurry, you could spend the next two years training for the Olympics. Your fame would skyrocket if you do well on the international stage."
Shaking his head, Ohta contended, "Not really. Unless they're heavily into track and field or follow sports, the average person can't recall the names of current Olympic hopefuls, much less those of the past. I could make a name for myself as a top athlete, but most of their long-term fame comes from branding and selling out to major corporations."
"That's...not untrue..." admitted Tatsuki, scratching her head in frustration. She was pretty deep into sports but could only recall the names of a few &nbsp;Karateka and Judo experts who had competed in the Olympics. Everyone else fell to the wayside, disappearing into obscurity in the relatively brief four years between the Olympic games. Baseball and Soccer players had a much easier time accruing fame, but she couldn't imagine Ohta being on a large team and adhering to the strict rules and regulations of the NPB...
"I'm telling you," said Orihime. "If you want to be super famous, you need to appeal to people's sense of mystery! If you went on TV and proved the existence of psychic powers, people would go wild~!"
"Yeah, but if I advocated seriously, governments and organizations from around the world would seek out or try to discredit me in the eyes of the public," asserted Ohta. "They'd make me about to be a conman or a cult leader, and if I did anything high-profile to prove them wrong, they'd find some excuse to label me as a terrorist. After all, they can't have ordinary people believing there's more to life than serving as the rungs for the rich and powerful's success..."
Furrowing her brows, Tatsuki quietly remarked, "I've always thought this, Ohta, but you have a really depressing view of society and the world as a whole..."
"Not really," replied Ohta, clarifying, "My grudge isn't against society, but those who consolidate land, power, and resources to stand at the top, no matter its effects on everyone else. If shit hit the fan and I were missing a few more screws, I might travel around the world, eliminating the corrupt and those who lobby to keep them in power..."
"If you did something like that, you really would become a terrorist or a cult leader..." muttered Tatsuki.
"And that's why I largely keep to myself," replied Ohta. "I don't want to become a monster who imposes their views on others. I just want to live freely and enjoy life alongside those I've chosen to share it with. Unless someone goes out of their way to provoke or take something away from me, I genuinely don't care what they do..."
Though she felt Ohta could be doing more with his power, Tatsuki didn't say it aloud. She didn't properly understand the politics of her own nation, much less those of international and interdimensional communities. Until now, her life revolved around school and karate, so she wasn't really in a position to lecture someone who had battled a God-like being and saved the world at sixteen...
"Then how do you plan to increase your fame?" asked Tatsuki, deciding to guide the conversation back to the original topic.
"I was thinking about entering the Shooto Mixed Martial Arts circuit or traveling the world as a high-profile celebrity fighter," revealed Ohta. "If I offer a reward of $10,000,000 to anyone who can defeat me, I should be able to increase my fame and notoriety fairly quickly. Then, once I secure a few wins, I can slowly introduce the concepts of Ki and physical energy to the public domain. Everything else can follow after that."
Blinking in surprise, Tatsuki's eyes widened as she asked, "Ki is real? Like, the same Ki from Dragon Ball...?"
"It's both more and less complicated than that," replied Ohta. "Physical energy, as the name implies, primarily increases your strength, speed, and resiliency. If you want to fire off energy beams, you need Reiatsu and the ability to shape it using mental energy."
Looking at Orihime, Ohta added, "Orihime's Tsubaki functions similarly to an energy projectile, and Chad can release large amounts of Reiatsu from his fists. Then there are Zanpakutos that allow their users to discharge energy, but the most common method is Kido, a form of magic unique to Shinigami."
Before Tatsuki could pester him further, Ohta turned to her and said, "If you want a more detailed explanation, bother Orihime and Hachigen, the person teaching her. My specialty is using psychic energy, and that's not something I can teach others. I've tried with Karin, but she can barely get a leaf to spin atop a glass of water..."
"Is that how she developed such a strong crush on you...?" asked Tatsuki.
"I'd rather not talk about it," replied Ohta, shaking his head as he added, "The simple explanation is that her father is a complete fucking idiot. Let's leave it at that..."
No longer in the mood for a discussion, Ohta rose from his seat and left the dining room without further remark. His departure caused Tatsuki to hang her head and smile sadly, believing she had ruined their dinner, but Orihime managed to cheer her up fairly quickly before advising her of the many ways in which she could apologize. Ohta had a penchant for holding grudges, but in the face of genuine 'sincerity,' he was a total pushover...
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With Tatsuki returning home the previous night, Ohta saw Orihime off at the front of the hotel before sending his usual texts and heading inside to escape the cold. This time, however, he didn't make his way to the gym or return to his penthouse. Instead, he took the elevator to the underground chamber, intending to relax in the hot spring for a bit before heading up to Lisa's room to see what she had purchased during her trip to Akihabara.
Fortunately, though he definitely sensed her lurking about, Hiyori didn't intrude on Ohta's bath. He wouldn't have cared, one way or another, but if he wanted company, he would call out to Soifon...
After finishing his bath, Ohta made his way up to the sixth floor, ringing the doorbell of Lisa's room. It took a while, but she eventually answered, wearing little more than a baggy t-shirt, panties, a single stocking, and a pair of oversized 'retro' headphones. She also had prominent bags under her eyes, prompting Ohta to ask, "Were you up all night watching porn...?"
Raising her brows, Lisa asked, "How did you know?" while stepping aside, allowing him to enter. As he did so, Ohta flatly replied, "Because you reek of sex, incense, and lube..."
Shrugging her shoulders, Lisa said, "I blame the internet. You wouldn't believe how much amateur, hardcore, and revenge porn you can find if you know where to look..."
"That's a slippery slope," remarked Ohta. However, as Lisa was more than capable of caring for herself, he didn't press the matter. In the worst-case scenario, a malicious hacker would access her computer during one of her live streams. However, even if they wanted to blackmail her, they couldn't find any information about Lisa's location or identity. After all, she was a native-born soul, so there were no records of her existence outside a few forged documents from decades prior.
Accompanying Lisa past her fairly ordinary kitchen, dining, and living rooms, Ohta's nose scrunched up as they entered her sty of a bedroom. Hundreds of limited-edition anime figurines, sex toys, and other 'adult' merchandise lined her shelves, while the manga and books that should have gone on them were piled up like a series of towers. The thing that caused Ohta's nose to scrunch up was the large pile of dirty clothes and cosplay items, forming a veritable mountain in the corner of Lisa's room while empty takeout and convenience store goods surrounded her bed like a moat. Most notably, alongside an antiquated-looking streaming setup, there was a tripod and a camera in the center of the room, facing her bed...
Though he was tempted to ask how anyone could live like this, Ohta had witnessed far worse conditions in his previous life. It also didn't matter to him how others chose to live so long as their lifestyle and decisions didn't impact or inconvenience him directly.
"Wanna make a sex tape? I can blur out your face," said Lisa, catching Ohta a little off guard even though it was one of the 'tamer' requests she had made of him. When he accompanied her on an outing in the past, she tried getting him to molest her on a crowded train. When he refused, she broke away from him and pretended to be immersed in a textbook while a middle-aged salaryman felt her up and even slipped his left hand into her panties. The man tried to take things even further, but she dematerialized by shifting into her spirit form, causing the middle-aged pervert to nearly have an infarction before Lisa kneed him in the balls hard enough to make him collapse, trembling and whimpering in shock as a tremendous amount of blood stained his trousers...
"So you can post it online?" asked Ohta. "No, thanks. I'm currently in the process of trying to build my reputation, not ruin it completely..."
"It wouldn't be for the internet," contended Lisa, adding, "I was going to add it to my private collection."
"Hard pass..." replied Ohta, waving his hand to fold up the tripod and send both it and the camera into Lisa's closet. There was a reason the 'revenge porn' genre existed. Lisa might not plan to publish the video right now, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn't change her mind at some point. He also didn't want to get entangled too deeply in Lisa's perversions, so it was best to refuse any 'unreasonable' requests...
"You're such a prude..." remarked Lisa, her expression and tone slightly huffy. She had thought that she and Ohta could have a bit of fun since he had 'subdued' someone of Yoruichi's caliber. However, while his dick more than passed muster, his preferences were borderline vanilla...
"Whatever you say..." muttered Ohta, looking around the messy room as he asked, "Where's my wallet and the goods...?"
Bending over and retrieving Ohta's wallet under her pillow, exposing her Pokomon-themed panties, Lisa explained, "I couldn't carry everything back, so I had them shipped. Yet another reason you should accompany me when I go shopping..."
With Lisa taking her sweet time, wagging her ass in front of him for several seconds, Ohta made his way over, standing behind her with his hands on her waist as he flatly replied, "In other words...you texted me because you wanted me to come over and fuck you..."
Grinding her ass against Ohta's substantial bulge, Lisa stared back at him and retorted, "It's not like you have anything better to do..."
"That's not entirely true," replied Ohta, smacking Lisa's ass as he added, "But I don't mind humoring you every now and again..."
Pulling out a leather collar and leash from under her pillow, Lisa adopted an alluring smile as she handed the items to Ohta and said, "Then humor me..."
Though he shook his head in mild exasperation, Ohta dutifully fastened the collar around Lisa's neck. Lucky for her, he had performed a similar play with Yoruichi, so he didn't mind playing along so long as she didn't ask him to choke her out. Before fucking her, however, he dragged her ass to the bathroom, forcing her to thoroughly clean herself since he didn't even want to imagine the mischief she had gotten up to while taking the train and wandering Akihabara without supervision...
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(A/N: Ohta gotta give her the hose before he gives her his hose (O w O)...)

After relocating to a lavishly decorated study, something Ohta had never put to use, Ichigo kicked things off by scratching his head and saying, "I wanted to thank you. Not just for bringing Karin back, but-"
"Stop it," said Ohta, shaking his head as he added, "I confronted Aizen to protect the things I cared about. Everything that happened afterward was a result of that decision. I don't need your gratitude."
Exhaling a tired sigh, Ichigo remarked, "You never change, do you? What's so difficult about accepting someone's gratitude?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "I don't like owing people or having them feel 'indebted' to me without clarifying what I expect from them. It's that simple."
"Besides..." said Ohta, smiling as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet, adding, "I'm not using this place at the moment, so letting your sister and others use it as a training facility doesn't affect me adversely. You and your friends can also choose rooms and use the facilities here. Just don't be too surprised if you stay long-term, and I put you to work..."
"Is that why you're letting the Visored stay here?" asked Ichigo. "Are they going to be working for you from now on...?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead," admitted Ohta. "It's only been a month since Aizen was imprisoned, and I have...other shit going on. I just didn't want Orihime staying here by herself, so I asked that pink-haired giant to teach her how to use Bakudu up to the 90s. The rest are residing here on their Captains' salaries."
With Ohta mentioning 'other shit,' Ichigo couldn't help remarking, "I heard you also lost your power..." with an apologetic smile.
"Yeah, but I'm still alive, aren't I?" contended Ohta. "I might have lost my power, but everything that allowed me to gain that power is right here..."
Pointing to his head and then his heart, Ohta added, "If anything, I view this as an opportunity. I allowed the power I possessed to go to my head and nearly paid the price for it. Now, I have the opportunity to start anew, shore up my foundation, and ultimately become even stronger. Unless you intend to live the rest of your life as a normal human, I suggest you do the same..."
"But how...?" asked Ichigo. "I heard from Orihime that not even her power could stabilize and restore my Reiatsu. And no-"
Interrupting Ichigo's lamenting, Ohta said, "It doesn't matter how. The only thing that matters is that there is 'always' a way to obtain what you desire, so long as you put in the effort. If you can't figure out something alone, bug that asshat Urahara or reach out to your Grand Aunt, Kukaku. 'Someone' will have the answers you're searching for, and you more than deserve them."
"What about you?" asked Ichigo. "Even though we're the same age, you seem to have your nose in everything..."
"That's the difference between you and me," replied Ohta. "We both stick our noses into things, but you do so to help people while I primarily seek to help myself and those I've chosen to care about..."
Handing Ichigo a shallow glass of whiskey, Ohta added, "You're the kind of guy that can save the world and not expect anything in return, even if the event traumatizes you for the rest of your life. I'm not so charitable..."
Accepting the glass Ohta presented him, Ichigo gave it a tentative whiff before scrunching his brows and muttering, "This is alcohol..."
"Yeah, and?" asked Ohta, taking a sip from his glass before adding, "We just saved the world, and most of the people who pretend to rule over it will never know that. Why should I give a damn about the rules and laws of people wholly unrelated to me? Trust me, those at the top sure as hell don't..."
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Though he was tempted to ask what made Ohta the way he was, Ichigo remained silent, staring at the contents of his glass before taking a small sip. The flavor wasn't like he expected, but it felt surprisingly good going down, his throat and body filling with warmth.
Nodding his head in approval, Ohta said, "That's good. Keep in mind that as you regain your power, you become an entity capable of leveling cities or destroying entire countries. Having that kind of power and 'not' using it is just irresponsible. Those in power will force you to take sides, so if you truly wish to protect your family, you must choose your allies carefully and understand who your enemies are..."
Furrowing his brows, Ichigo remarked, "Sounds like you're trying to recruit me..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Not really. I do, however, have a personal connection with the main branch of the Shiba Clan. Also, thanks to your idiot of a father, your sister has developed unrealistic expectations about the future. Because of that, I don't 'need' to recruit you. So long as you care about your family, you'll work with me regardless."
"What kind of expectations?" asked Ichigo, unamused by the implication of Ohta's words.
Shaking his head, Ohta contended, "That's something you need to work out with your family. I've more than made my intentions clear, so if Karin continues to follow and pursue me, it will be because she chose to do so, not because I goaded or manipulated her into doing it."
"You...!" began Ichigo. However, before he could approach or utter a second word, Ohta sent him back with a psychic push, stating, "All I did was tell her the truth and teach her the basics of developing her mental, spiritual, and physical energies. If you want to blame anyone, find a mirror or take it up with your father. I did nothing wrong."
While he couldn't completely absolve himself of guilt, Ohta had made it clear fairly early on that he had no intentions toward Karin. If Ishin hadn't fucked things up by encouraging her to pursue him, she would have given up as a matter of course. Now she was training with Ayame and Hiyori to familiarize herself with her Gigai and learn what it took to be a member of the Onmitsukido and a Visored...
Releasing his hold on Ichigo, Ohta said, "Anyways, since we've moved on to arguing over random shit, I assume we're about done. We can continue this discussion once you've caught up with your studies and acclimated to your new life. I plan to stick around until the end of Winter Break, but you can always ask Orihime to text me if I'm not here."
Though he wasn't happy about being manhandled by Ohta's telekinesis, Ichigo responded with a curt "Whatever..." before setting his glass on the nearby desk and turning to leave. In his wake, Ohta shook his head and filled his glass before moving around the desk to sit in the comfortable leather chair. He was an introvert at his core, so with a dozen people gathered in his living room, he would rather go another round with Aizen than go outside and socialize...
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"So you came..." muttered Ohta, opening his eyes as Tatsuki entered the study with a conflicted look on her face.
"What? Are you so much of a coward that you can't even look me in the eye anymore...?" asked Tatsuki.
"If not your eyes, where am I looking right now...?" countered Ohta, staring the short-haired tomboy down with a neutral expression as he poured himself another drink.
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Making her way over to the desk, Tatsuki grabbed Ichigo's glass and said, "Pour me a drink..." in a firm, huffy tone.
Complying with Tatsuki's demand, Ohta casually filled her glass about a quarter before setting the bottle aside, allowing a fairly awkward silence to permeate the room.
As there were no other chairs present, Tatsuki sat on the edge of Ohta's desk, wearing a frown as she sniffed the contents of her glass and took a very tentative sip. Then, after nearly a full minute of silence, she revealed, "I'm thinking about becoming a Shinigami..." while staring at him from the corner of her eyes.
Before Ohta could respond, Tatsuki said, "Just shut up and listen..." Then, after downing the contents of her glass, she added, "I heard from Orihime what happened. You and Ichigo basically saved the world, right?"
"Something like that..." replied Ohta.
"Something like that..." parrotted Tatsuki, exhaling a contemptuous snort before staring at Ohta with a pouty expression as she said, "That's one of the things I hated about you...you're always leaping head-first into danger and never once asked for mine or anyone else's help..."
Slamming her glass on the table, Tatsuki shouted, "Just who do you think you are!? Why do you try and tackle everything on your own...!?"
Understanding that Tatsuki wasn't expecting an answer, Ohta remained silent, holding her gaze until she eventually deflated and exhaled a tired sigh. What he didn't expect was her to immediately follow up by asking, "I like you...you know that, don't you?"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Ohta nodded, replying, "I've known for a long time..."
"I know..." replied Tatsuki, furrowing her brows as she muttered, "I also know you were planning to ask me out when we started High School. But then all this crazy shit happened, and you felt you needed to create some distance to 'protect' me. Sound about right...?"
Without waiting for Ohta's response, Tatsuki firmly asserted, "Well, I don't 'need' nor do I 'want' your protection. I'm going to get stronger to protect Orihime and live how I please from now on..."
Punctuating her statement, Tatsuki adjusted her position so that she was seated right in front of Ohta with her feet on the chair's armrest, providing a clear view of the contents of her skirt...
After several seconds of silence, Tatsuki muttered, "Say something..." with a pouty expression, emphasized by the rosy hue coloring her cheeks and spreading through her neck and ears.
Instead of responding with words, Ohta caused Tatsuki's heart to skip a beat as he took advantage of her position to push up against the back of her knees, forcing her onto her back as he towered over her with a neutral expression but fiery eyes. Fortunately, a lifetime of karate and a few years of dance had made Tatsuki 'very' flexible, allowing Ohta to push her knees up to her shoulders as he warned, "If we go through with this, there's no going back..."
Though the blush coloring her cheeks deepened considerably, Tatsuki proved her 'determination' by grabbing her well-developed ass cheeks and willfully spreading her legs with a serious expression as she stated, "There's no way I'm leaving Orihime alone with someone like you, so just shut up and get on with it..."
"And what about my Doppelganger...?" asked Ohta, even as he tore the fabric of Tatsuki's spats, exposing her white, visibly damp panties.
"We broke up weeks ago..." revealed Tatsuki, averting her eyes as she added, "I told Orihime and Rukia to keep it a secret so I could confront you myself..."
"You picked a hell of a timing..." said Ohta, causing Tatsuki's body to tense as he dropped his trousers, pulled aside her panties, and placed the tip of his dick against her pussy, rubbing it between her folds. In truth, he had suspected that something like this might happen since Orihime kept trying to convince him to speak with Tatsuki in private. It also annoyed him that she had started dating his Doppelganger, so Ohta pushed against her last line of defense the moment his dick was properly lubricated...
Gritting her teeth and furrowing her brows, Tatsuki groaned, "Don't be in such a rush...this is my first time, and you're not exactly packing a pencil dick..."
Seeing the blood leaking from Tatsuki's crotch, Ohta didn't bother to ask why she was still a virgin. Instead, he leaned over her, staring intently at her with his hands flanking her head. His actions confused her initially, but as the distance between their faces gradually lessened, she realized what he was after, forcing a smile through her pain and discomfort as she said, "Just kiss me, you asshole..."
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(A/N: Who said the childhood friend always loses...?)

Chapter 99: Stride