Not a Mob: Psycho

"So, what's the plan?" asked Ohta, eyeing the same warehouse everyone had been observing. It looked innocuous at a glance, but trying to probe the interior with his spiritual and psychic senses revealed it was protected by numerous barriers.
"We just want to make sure he hasn't gotten in over his head or involved in anything dangerous," answered Rukia.
"Then, let's try this..." said Ohta, extending his hand and pressing against the invisible barriers with his psychic energy, placing a tremendous strain on each of them. A few seconds later, four people appeared, seeming out of thin air. The most conspicuous was a tall man with a star-shaped afro, sunglasses, and a turquoise tracksuit, but the others weren't exactly what Ohta would call ordinary. There was a bespectacled, pigtailed girl wearing a seifuku outfit despite appearing to be in her twenties, a peculiar woman with pixie-bobbed, lime-green hair whose getup resembled a white and orange superhero costume, and a muscular man with short, platinum grey hair who looked like he had walked off a military base, sporting a tanktop, cargo pants, and combat boots.
As Ohta, Rukia, Orihime, and Chad were no longer trying to conceal themselves, the strangely dressed group immediately spotted them, the muscular man with platinum-grey hair remarking, "It's you, Yamada Ohta, and his friends..."
"I'm pretty famous these days..." mused Ohta, taking a few steps forward with his hands in his pockets. His actions caused everyone but the lime-haired girl to tense, but, fortunately for them, Ohta hadn't come there to fight, commenting, "My friends, as you called them, are worried about the angsty Strawberry. I trust you're taking proper care of him...?"
"You're referring to Kurosaki Ichigo, right?" asked the platinum-haired man. "If so, he's fine. One of our comrades is beating him right now, but it's all a part of the training to master his Hollowfication. Observe."
Placing his hand over his face, the platinum-haired man produced what looked like a hockey mask carved from bone. As he did so, his Reiryoku more than doubled, but his Reiatsu, the spiritual pressure emanating from his body, increased exponentially.
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "Neat trick. I'm guessing this makes you the group of Captains and Lieutenants that was experimented on by Aizen and exiled a hundred years ago?"
Responding in a voice that echoed sinisterly, the platinum-haired man replied, "That's right. I'm Muguruma Kensei, former Captain of the 9th Division. These are my companions-"
Interrupting Kensei's words, the lime-haired girl abruptly struck a Super Sentai pose, shouting, "Hi, hi, my name's Kuna Mashio, but you can call me Space Hero Mashiro White, Premium Edition! It's nice to meetcha~!"
As she was standing between Mashiro and the afroed man in a tracksuit, the glasses-wearing cosplayer flatly appended "Yadomaru Risa..." as her introduction. However, instead of looking at Ohta, her eyes were fixed on the group behind him. Even more specifically, she was staring at Orihime's chest with intense, turquoise eyes.
Following the trend, the tall, afroed man, standing with crossed arms, said, "And I'm Aikawa Rabu, former Captain of the 7th Division. My friends and colleagues call me Love."
"Good luck with that..." replied Ohta, half-turning to face Rukia, Orihime, and Chad as he added, "If it's these bungle-nuts, Ichigo should be fine. They're a bunch of former Shinigami who had Hollow powers forcibly transplanted into their bodies, so they probably want Aizen dead more than anyone else. With their help, Ichigo should have no trouble pulling even more power out of his ass."
"I've heard of that incident," remarked Rukia, sporting an expression of mild surprise. At the same time, Kensei punched his left fist into the palm of his right hand, growling, "That bastard Aizen ruined our lives and dragged our reputations through the mud. When I get my hands on him-"
"You'll get your ass kicked," asserted Ohta, completing Kensei's sentence for him. "That little mask of yours provides a pretty substantial boost, but I can tell at a glance it's unstable. When it comes time to deal with Aizen, you should focus on the chaff and leave the rest to those of us who won't get one-shot by him."
Though she was used to Ohta talking down to people for their well-being, Rukia couldn't help exhaling an exasperated sigh, cradling her forehead as she muttered, "Ohta..." in a helpless tone.
Glaring at Ohta through the slits in his mask, Kensei growled, "Kisuke said you had a mouth on you...but you know, there is such a thing as going too far, kid. We're all on the same side, so don't be such an ass..."
Shaking his head, Ohta resisted the urge to argue with the man, turning away with the intention to leave. It wouldn't take much effort for him to put the entire group in their place, but he had better uses for his time than playing around with a bunch of idiots who had a hundred years to prepare for their revenge but couldn't even compete with Byakuya and Yoruichi in terms of Reiryoku density.
"Are we returning...?" asked Rukia.
"Preferably," replied Ohta. "But what do you want to do?"
"I'll return with you, of course," answered Rukia, adopting a smile as she said. "We only have so much time until Aizen makes a move, so I want to familiarize myself with my Bankai before things get too serious."
Returning a smile of his own, Ohta remarked, "Then you'll need mine and Orihime's help..." shifting his attention to the perennially smiling ginger as he mentioned her by name.
"I'd be happy to help~!" chimed Orihime, eager to grow stronger and always happy to spend time with the people she loved the most, sans Tatsuki.
Nodding in appreciation, Ohta habitually caressed Orihime's head as he looked at Chad, asking, "What about you, big guy? There's a chance you could get wrapped up in this, so you're welcome to come and train at the hotel."
Shaking his head, Chad replied, "I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to get in the way of you three." Then, without further remark, he walked past Ohta, Rukia, and Orihime, fearlessly approaching the group of Vizards to ask if he could train with them. He knew he could get stronger by training with Ohta, but Ichigo was a better friend. Chad wanted to keep an eye on him to ensure the group didn't mistreat or endanger his life...
"There he goes..." muttered Ohta, briefly observing Chad as he walked by before promptly returning his gaze to Rukia and Orihime, suggesting, "We should head out as well."
"Right/Okay~!" replied the two girls, transforming into their spirit forms in a burst of bluish-white light. Then, as usual, Ohta placed his hand atop Orihime's head, vesting her with his psychic powers so she could fly and keep pace with them as they returned to the hotel, training until nightfall before bathing together and retiring to their shared bedroom...
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With more than two weeks passing without incident, Ohta was lounging in his living room with Soifon seated atop his lap, the two of them watching a period drama when Rangiku emerged from 'her' room in little more than a pair of panties and one of his button-up shirts, cradling her head as she remarked, "Ugggh...I have such a hangover..."
"I was wondering where that shirt went..." remarked Ohta, staring at the third and fourth buttons of the shirt as they fought desperately to contain Rangiku's massive breasts.
Waving her hand dismissively, Rangiku caused Ohta to frown as she said, "Eh, we're basically a couple at this point. Your clothes are my clothes. I can't always wear a Shihakusho."
"It's not just my clothes you're 'borrowing'..." remarked Ohta, staring at the familiar lace panties biting into Rangiku's hips, the beige fabric straining to its limit.
"You're talking about my panties?" asked Rangiku, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn before admitting, "I snatched them from Orihime's dresser. They're a bit tight, though, so we should go shopping for some new ones. If you foot the bill, I'll let you pick what I try on."
"You're getting a little too comfortable staying here..." remarked Ohta, his expression and tone flat.
Raising her brows, Rangiku adopted an expression that was equal parts amused and alluring as she asked, "Don't tell me you plan to kick me out after going to town on me just last night. Not only would you lose access to my 'passable pussy,' you'd lose your only drinking buddy."
Shaking his head, Ohta resisted the urge to point out he could just stop drinking or get drunk with Soifon. Instead, he said, "There're some sports drinks in the fridge, and we should have some leftover rice. Hydration and carb-loading are the best cures for a hangover."
Exhaling a throaty, sensual chuckle, Rangiku strode toward the kitchen, briefly stopping next to the sofa to give Ohta a kiss on the cheek before musing, "You're cute when you pretend to be mad..."
Though Ohta stared at her with narrowed eyes, Rangiku was undaunted as she turned away and sauntered to the kitchen, intentionally adding a bit of sway to her steps. Ohta couldn't keep his hands off her ass when they were together, so she was fairly confident he was following her with his gaze...
Waiting until Rangiku was out of earshot, Soifon drew Ohta's gaze away from her ass by asking, "Should I kill her...?" in a faint tone, her expression making it clear she was serious.
After a brief moment of deliberation, Ohta shook his head and said, "Nah. As annoying as she is, she hasn't done anything to merit being murdered. Just ignore her..."
"Understood..." responded Soifon, albeit after several seconds of tense silence. A few minutes later, Rangiku, unaware of how close she had come to being assassinated, brought over an extra set of sports drinks, musing, "Here. I know at least one of you is thirsty..." while staring at Soifon with a mischievous smile.
With neither Ohta nor Soifon responding to her, Rangiku rolled her eyes and set the drinks on the table in front of the sofa before sitting next to them and asking, "So, when are we going to start my Bankai training? I know you've been occupied with Rukia and Orihime, but I'd like to get in at least 'some' practice before the next Arrancar attack..."
"You know where we keep the Tenshintai stored," replied Ohta. "Or are you suggesting I subjugate your Zanpakuto Spirit? You realize that will 'bind' you to me, right?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Rangiku mused, "You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pounding. Trying to master Bankai on my own sounds like a hassle, so if I can acquire it easily, I don't mind being 'bound.' Besides, I know you would never do anything to overtly cause me harm. Not so long as you care about how Rukia, Orihime, and others view you..."
Leaning into Ohta's arm with her shoulder, Rangiku narrowed her eyes in a sensual but 'serious' manner. After three and a half weeks, she was confident she had a good read on the type of man Ohta was. Unless she did anything he could interpret as a 'betrayal,' she didn't believe he would push her away. Rather, so long as she made herself 'useful,' he might keep her at his side indefinitely. That made him infinitely better than most other prospects she had in the past century...
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Pressing down the head of Rangiku's maroon-haired Zanpakuto Spirit, his hips smacking against her plump, fur-covered ass as he gouged her pussy with his cock, Ohta asked, "Do you submit...?" in a growling tone.
"Nyot yet! Give me more~!" screamed the voluptuous, cat-eared Spirit, willfully spreading her ass and pussy to make it easier for Ohta to sink his cock into her steamy, seemingly insatiable depths. He had already blown his load into her seven times, but the green-eyed Spirit, Haineko, wanted more. Fortunately for her, so long as he had Reiryoku to spare, Ohta could keep going indefinitely, shaking his head in mild frustration as he pressed her head to the sheets and pulled her furry pink tail, causing her pussy to clench like a vice as released the eighth of the fifteen loads it would take to 'tame' her...
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(A/N: Time for training and action (O 3 O). Also, here's your daily reminder that this isn't a harem novel...)

To avoid another mishap, Rangiku waited until Rukia and Orihime returned from school before attempting to release her Bankai for the first time, an event attended by Toshiro and the other members of the Advance Attack Squad.
After watching Ohta standing with his hand atop Rangiku's head for nearly twenty minutes, Toshiro, brows furrowed and arms crossed, couldn't help asking, "Are you certain that Matsumoto has obtained Bankai?"
Nodding her head, Rukia answered, "There's no doubt. Ohta is presently using his Zanpaktuo to stabilize the energy in Matsumoto-san's body so that she doesn't experience a rebound. Generally speaking, this process can take upwards of an hour."
"Speaking from experience?" asked Toshiro, having never watched Rukia's training directly. Bankai training was an extremely personal affair, and the release itself was regarded as the greatest secret of those who managed to achieve it. Most people, Toshiro included, elected to keep the specifics of their Bankai a secret, so if Rangiku hadn't asked them to attend, neither he nor the members of the Advanced Attack Squad would be present.
"Indeed," answered Rukia, her expression serious as she said, "My Bankai is exceptionally dangerous to both myself and my allies. With Ohta's help, my mastery is steadily improving. However, it will be some time before it's suitable to be used in battle..."
"That's common for Zanpakuto with elemental abilities. Fire and ice can be particularly difficult to master, but don't give up. You'll eventually get the hang of it," assured Toshiro, famous throughout the Soul Society for wielding the most powerful ice-type Zanpakuto. Rukia's Zanpakuto was also ice-related, so the youthful-looking Shinigami felt uniquely qualified to offer her advice.
Regaining her smile, Rukia replied, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you for your supportive words, Captain Hitsugaya."
Nodding his head, Toshiro was going to ask if Rukia had any questions for him but was preempted by a sudden change in the atmosphere, the result of a powerful yet stable Reiatsu erupting from Rangiku's body as she said, "Bankai..." in a faint tone, eyes closed.
Unlike Rukia's Bankai, which released a violent mist that instantaneously froze everything in its surroundings, there was no explosion of Reiryoku when Rangiku activated hers. Her outfit and appearance also remained fairly unchanged, the only notable difference being that two tufts of hair stuck out from the sides of her head, resembling the hairstyle of Yoruichi and Soifon. Other than that, her Zanpakuto had vanished, disintegrating into motes of grey ash before disappearing completely.
Opening her eyes, revealing distinctly cat-like pupils, Rangiku's voice sounded deeper, more sensual than usual, as she muttered, "Kyomu-no-Haineko(Void Ash Cat)..."
Guided by her instincts, Rangiku raised her right hand, directing it at a rock formation in the distance. The gesture seemed to produce a very faint breeze, but that was the only discernible effect for several tense moments. Then, all at once, every rock in the formation was cut at the same height, the severed sections promptly disintegrating.
Narrowing her now turquoise eyes, Rangiku looked to Ohta and mused, "Haineko demands your praise..."
"You both did well," asserted Ohta, caressing the buxom blonde's head, noting that the tufts above her ears twitched in response. He was a little disappointed she hadn't sprouted a tail. At least, that's what he assumed before noticing a bulge sticking out from above Rangiku's ass, squirming from side to side within her hakama...
Noticing Ohta's gaze, Rangiku looked over her shoulder in vain before reaching behind to feel what was brushing against her ass and right leg. When she realized what it was, her brows perked in surprise. Immediately after that, however, she adopted one of the most alluring smiles Ohta had seen on her face as she looked at him and asserted, "We're going to have a lot of fun later..."
"I don't doubt that..." replied Ohta, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face. "For now, stay focused. Your Reiryoku seems stable, but there is a chance it could run rampant if you get distracted."
Waving her hand dismissively, Rangiku assured, "You're overestimating both Haineko and me. We're certainly capable of 'going on the offensive,' if you know what I mean, but neither of us intends to rampage. Too much trouble."
Stretching her arms over her head in a way that intentionally emphasized her breasts, Rangiku added, "If anything, we feel like taking a nap. In fact, that's precisely what we're going to do."
Without waiting for Ohta's response, Rangiku walked off, moseying over to the mirror-like surfaces of the stone she had cut before sprawling atop them. Her behavior reminded Ohta of an actual cat, just more slovenly as Rangiku appeared human.
"She's scratching her tit..." remarked Ohta, staring in wonder as Rangiku reached into her Shihakusho to scratch an itch on her right breast. It was a very unladylike display, but if she was currently fused with Haineko as a part of her Bankai, it made sense. As 'voracious' as the maroon-haired cat girl had been, she was also incredibly lazy, leaving everything to him from start to finish...
Approaching Ohta instead of Rangiku, Toshiro asked, "What's going on...?" as his left eye twitched. He could tell Rangiku had succeeded in releasing her Bankai, but if it caused her to behave even lazier than usual, he would have an aneurism.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta speculated, "I'm guessing her personality has overlapped with her Zanpakuto Spirit's. She kept using 'we' instead of 'I,' so it would make sense."
"I...see..." muttered Toshiro, running his fingers through his spiky white hair in an apparent attempt at self-comfort. It was unequivocally a 'good' thing that Rangiku had attained Bankai, but he knew his workload was bound to increase. He had known Rangiku for much of his time within the Soul Society, so he was certain she would slack off using the excuse of trying to 'master' her Bankai by maintaining the state as long as possible...
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Matching Toshiro's expectations, Rangiku became noticeably lazier as she maintained her Bankai state throughout the day. Her feline transformation placed little to no strain on her body when she wasn't actively utilizing her ability to cut and effectively 'atomize' things. Inversely, when she 'did' use her power, it consumed Reiryoku at a ludicrous rate. She would then need to rest to recuperate or receive a Reiryoku 'infusion' from Ohta, so she had plenty of excuses to laze about as much as she wanted.
Fortunately for Toshiro, he wasn't the most affected by Rangiku's change in behavior...
"Rub my belly..." demanded Rangiku, lying across Ohta's lap in an effort to get him to pay attention to her rather than focusing on watching Orihime's Kido training with Rukia. Her demeanor had truly become cat-like, so the more he tried to ignore her, the more she wanted his attention.
"This is why I'm a dog person..." muttered Ohta, abiding Rangiku's request to caress and rub her belly but keeping his eyes on Orihime.
Echoing a phrase commonly used by Yoruichi, Rangiku narrowed her eyes and mused, "You know you love the attention..."
"Says the woman fishing for 'my' attention..." retorted Ohta, moving his hand to Rangiku's hip and subsequently caressing her ass as she rolled onto her side, her cat-like tail, covered in blonde fur, whipping behind her.
"Most guys don't complain when beautiful women give them attention..." remarked Rangiku, briefly attempting to bite Ohta's zipper with her teeth before giving up when he gave her a firm smack on her rump.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
"Well, that's no fun..." groaned Rangiku, rising to a seated position while Ohta checked his phone. When he saw it was just a standard, everyday Hollow signal, he showed the screen to Rangiku and said, "Go do your job..." in a dull but authoritative tone that left little room for argument.
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." replied Rangiku, rising to her feet and fixing her clothes before Shunpoing away much faster than she used to be capable of. One of the 'justifications' she used to adhere to Ohta was that he could improve her mental energy while using his Zanpakuto to stabilize all three energy systems within her body. This 'balancing' not only allowed Rangiku to maintain her Bankai as long as she wanted, but as her mental, spiritual, and physical energies harmonized, they became much easier to control. For someone who hated strenuous physical exercise and dull meditation, growing more powerful by lazing about and having her body caressed by a handsome man was fairly close to Rangiku's 'ideal' training method. The only thing more convenient would be growing stronger by drinking alcohol or simply breathing...
Freed from his pseudo-feline companion, at least for a short while, Ohta spent a few minutes watching Rukia and Orihime before closing his eyes to meditate. He was already in his transformed state, complete with furry ears poking out from the top of his head, so he figured he might as well prolong the silence with training. At least, that's what he intended before Soifon appeared next to him, kneeling with her head lowered and right fist to the ground as she said, "I bring news, Master..." in a curt tone.
"Go ahead..." replied Ohta, opening his eyes to observe the increasingly 'loyal' Shinigami. He didn't believe anyone could experience a change of heart as quickly as Soifon projected, but he was willing to play along as it was exceptionally convenient to have a capable subordinate willing to do just about anything you ordered without question...
"The eldest of Kurosaki Ichigo's younger twin sisters has requested to see you," revealed Soifon, briefly causing the gears in Ohta's brain to stall. He wasn't too surprised that Karin had been able to pinpoint his location, but it wasn't exactly welcome news...
Noticing Ohta's reaction, Soifon asked, "Shall I send her away...?"
Shaking his head, Ohta replied, "No. I'll at least hear what she has to say," before rising to his feet and dusting himself off. Soifon would have gladly done it for him, but Ohta wasn't in the mood to tease his pocket assassin. At least, not right now...
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Feeling nervous after learning that the hotel she was in belonged to Ohta, Karin sat statuesque in the waiting area, hands atop her knees and back straight as she began to wonder if she was dealing with the same person whose old, dilapidated apartment served as her hangout...
("Was he just pretending to be poor?") wondered Karin, her eyes roaming about as her head remained fixed in a forward-facing position. Fortunately for her, it wouldn't be long before she received her answer as the elevator on the far side of the lobby chimed, opening to reveal Ohta's familiar face and figure.
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Karin descended from the comfortable chair she had been seated upon, grabbing her backpack before racing over to Ohta with an unintentional smile. The setting had certainly unsettled her, but it didn't actually matter so long as the place truly belonged to Ohta.
Seeing the sporty girl rush over to him, Ohta stopped in place, holding his position and allowing Karin to be the one to approach before interrupting her greeting with a curt, "What's up...?"
Though initially taken aback by how 'unruffled' Ohta seemed to be, Karin quickly recovered, adopting a serious expression as she said, "I want to know what's going on. Ichi-nii is rarely home these days, and he's been skipping classes for weeks. Yuzu is super worried about him..."
"Your dad still hasn't told you anything...?" asked Ohta.
Tilting her head to the side, Karin responded with an incredulous "Huh?" before questioning, "Why would my dad know what's going on...?"
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Feeling a little sorry for his would-be protege, Ohta shook his head and said, "Come with me," before turning around and stepping back onto the elevator. Karin immediately followed him like a little duckling, so Ohta took her up to his penthouse and gave her something to drink before making a rare exception by revealing 'everything' to her, including the identities of her parents, her familial connection with one of the most ancient families in existence, and how much of a special snowflake her brother was...
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(A/N: Karin.exe has stopped working.)

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.)

Chapter 70: Baggage