Not a Mob: Psycho

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.
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"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.)

In the wake of Ohta's explanation, Karin couldn't help feeling a little betrayed. She couldn't believe so many things had been kept from her, but before she could grouse outwardly, Ohta said, "Don't be too upset. Your dad may have a few screws loose, but no caring parent wants to burden their kids with this type of shit. The more you get pulled into this world, the more troubles you'll be forced to endure."
"So, what, I'm just supposed to continue living as if the world isn't on the brink of being destroyed?" asked Karin.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta remarked, "There's a reason for the saying ignorance is bliss. Keep staring into the abyss, and it won't be long before you're consumed by it."
Before Karin could respond, Ohta took the wind out of her sails by saying, "Besides, even if you spent every moment from this point on training, you wouldn't be able to influence the outcome of coming events. You might be able to make a difference a few years from now, but if you got involved at your current level, you'd be like a toothless toddler trying to gum an entire army to death."
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Hanging her head, Karin remained silent for nearly two full minutes, her expression halfway between a pout and indignation. The thought of just sitting by as the world's fate was decided made her uncomfortable, but she also understood there was little she could do against a group of foes capable of supplanting the 'god' holding their world together. If someone that only recently started training could make a substantial difference, far more experienced individuals should have no trouble dealing with it...
If Ohta had been able to hear Karin's thoughts, he might have burst out laughing. Instead, he said, "Well, that just about sums up everything you didn't need to know but wanted to. If there's nothing else, you should go home, have a good old heart-to-heart with your old man, and spend some time with your family. I don't have the time to split my focus and train you right now, so if you want to get more involved in the future, continue your current training and return in two to three years."
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Dissatisfied with having to wait such a lengthy period, Karin asked, "What about Spring and Summer Break? My family doesn't go on vacation, so I'll have plenty of free time..."
"We'll see," replied Ohta. "I don't make promises that don't guarantee me some kind of benefit. And as much as I'm sure you've thought about it the past few months, there isn't anything you can offer to me."
Understanding precisely what Ohta was referring to, Karin's face became bright red. Ohta had left behind most of his and Rukia's old clothes when he abandoned his previous apartment, so she had appropriated a large portion for personal use. Even as she sat on his sofa, Karin was sporting a pair of panties pilfered from Rukia's underwear drawer, so it was difficult for her 'not' to have certain wayward thoughts and expectations...
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After seeing Karin off at the lobby, Ohta ordered Soifon to ensure she got home safely before heading to the gym. He suspected that Rangiku had returned by now, so he decided to give the underground chamber a wide berth and focus on the conditioning of his body.
Entering the gym, Ohta was drawn to the sound of a loud metallic clang, his head and eyes swiveling to a squat and powerlifting rack in the corner of the room. Ikkaku was casually squatting around 2000kg in nothing but a speedo, his toned body on full display while the flowery Yumichika sat nearby, gazing at him with a 'listless' look on his face.
("I should install a gym in my penthouse...") thought Ohta, diverting his gaze from the strength-obsessed duo until Ikkaku racked his weights and called out, shouting, "Hey, Ohta! Come and join us, man! Nothing like a bit of friendly competition to liven things up and get the blood pumping!"
Waving his left hand from side to side, Ohta responded with a curt "Pass." before making his way over to the dumbbells, picking up what looked like a fairly innocuous set of weights, but they had dials on the sides. Turning said dials could alter the weight from as little as 50kgs to 500kgs, so Ohta cranked it up to around 200kgs for a light warm-up before heading over to a beige, pillar-like punching bag made from Sekiseki and beating the shit out of it.
"Your control is insane," remarked Ikkaku, having donned a robe before walking over with Yumichika following close behind. "Not many people can leave an outline of their fist in Sekiseki."
Punctuating his words, Ikkaku punched the opposite side of the pillar with all his strength. However, while the impact caused a shockwave to ripple through the area, causing a prominent hum as his Reiatsu resonated with the surrounding equipment, retracting his fist revealed that his hand was the only thing he had damaged.
Licking the blood from his knuckles, Ikkaku sported a rather creepy smile as he remarked, "As you can see, I have more than enough power, but my control is shit. Let's exchange pointers."
"Which part of 'pass' confused you?" questioned Ohta, shaking his head as he added, "I have no interest in making friends-"
"I don't know," interrupted Ikkaku, grinning like a demon as he taunted, "You and Rangiku seem to be getting along well enough. Are those your weaknesses? Booze and women...?"
"It's the opposite," replied Ohta. "As irksome as they can be, having a good woman warm your bed can be a powerful motivator. Anyone who thinks they can leverage Rukia and the others against me is suing for a very slow and painful death. No compromises..."
Placing his palm against the surface of the Sekiseki pillar, Ohta pushed out a hand-shaped block of the incredibly durable material as if he were dislodging a middle piece in Jenga. Ikkaku responded with a whistle, but as Ohta had already turned to leave, he decided not to call out to him and instead turned in the opposite direction, returning to the squat rack and increasing the weight to 4000kg as he considered finding a good woman for himself...
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"I've been thinking..." muttered Soifon, who, as usual, was seated atop Ohta's lap as they watched period dramas in the living room.
"About Yoruichi...?" asked Ohta, causing the diminutive Captain to frown and puff her cheeks ever so slightly.
"I wanted to try manifesting my Zanpakuto Spirit with the Tenshintai..." replied Soifon, her tone notably huffy.
Raising his brows, Ohta questioned, "Why? Didn't you obtain Bankai a long time ago...?"
Catching Ohta a little off guard, Soifon turned around, straddling him as she stared into his eyes and said, "I want you to trust me, and I 'need' to get stronger. Observing the growth of Kuchiki-sama and Matsumoto-san has convinced me this is the quickest path to improve..."
Realizing what Soifon meant when she said she wanted him to trust her, Ohta asked, "You want me to subjugate your Zanpakuto Spirit...?"
"It would make you feel more at ease," contended Soifon. "I intend to continue serving as your Kagemusha until you, Yoruichi-sama, or Kuchiki-sama have children. After that, I will safeguard them for at least 150 years to ensure they reach full maturity without issue..."
With Soifon's reminder, the gears in Ohta's mind nearly ground to a halt at the realization his future children would need literal decades to transition from being infants to toddlers and then prepubescent little shits. Puberty was already an ordeal in the human world, but in the Soul Society, it was a nightmare that persisted for upwards of fifty years...
Noticing the 'existential dread' in Ohta's eyes, Soifon blinked a few times before remarking, "Forgive my impertinence, Ohta-dono, but I believe you might be misunderstanding something. Unless they experience something that promotes and subsequently stunts their growth, children in the Soul Society develop similarly to human children until Reiryoku condenses in their Hakusui around the age of ten. It is exceptionally rare, even among native-born Souls, for Reiryoku to condense prematurely."
Exhaling a sigh of relief, causing Soifon's nose to scrunch slightly, Ohta surprised the petite Shinigami by placing his hands on her butt, giving it a playful squeeze as he teased, "Sure, I'll subjugate your Zanpakuto Spirit. Just promise me you won't start behaving like a certain blonde-haired cat girl..."
Furrowing her brows, Soifon asserted, "I would 'never' behave in such a slovenly manner..."
Resisting the urge to point out he could see her behaving in such a way if Yoruichi 'demoted' her to the position of a pet, Ohta asked, "When should we do it? Now...?"
"I would prefer to do it when no one else is around..." replied Soifon. She could still vividly recollect the scene of Rangiku writhing about like a cat in heat as Ohta 'tamed' her feline Zanpakuto Spirit. She didn't believe her Suzumebachi would be subjugated similarly, largely because she was around 18cm tall, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If the Tenshintai gave Suzumebachi a full-sized human form, there was a good chance the hornet-like Spirit would let Ohta do her out of spite...
"Then we'll do it this evening," decided Ohta. "Once all the members of the Advance Attack Squad have gone out on patrol."
Nodding her head, Soifon felt compelled to 'express her gratitude' for Ohta's understanding. However, before she could consider how to go about it, Ohta made her genuinely grateful by caressing her head and saying, "Save it for tonight. For now, let's finish this episode and take a nap. I have a feeling it's going to be a long night..."
Recovering from her momentary stupor, Soifon adopted a faint smile, replying, "As you will..." before subsequently resting her head against Ohta's chest. He rolled his eyes in response, but instead of telling her to turn around and focus on the TV, he moved his hand from her head to her back, gently caressing it as he watched the remainder of the period piece in silence...
("I miss streaming...") thought Ohta, seriously considering whether or not he should invest in this world's versions of Youtube, Netflix, or Hulu to prevent things from getting out of hand as they had in his previous world. Hell, if the Shihouin Clan could build a luxury hotel in five days, he might even be able to finance a completely original platform. That sounded like more trouble than it was worth, but if he wanted to retain a foothold in the human world, it could prove fairly useful long-term...
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After being summoned by Soifon, Suzumebachi, resembling a pig-tailed fairy with a fondness for hornets, exclaimed, "I can't believe you actually went through with this! Gah! First Yoruichi, and now this guy! Why do you always let others dictate your decisions!?"
Furrowing her brows, Soifon contended, "There is no shame in being loyal toward one's Mistress or Master..."
"Don't make me sting you...!" exclaimed Suzumebachi, angrily flailing the stinger covering the entirety of her right arm. Then, like a child with ADD, she promptly shifted her attention to Ohta, lunging toward him with tears in her eyes as she screamed, "Let's just see you try and dominate me, you big stupid meanie head...!"
With Suzumebachi's stinger unable to penetrate the protective membrane encompassing his body, a frown marred Ohta's face as he scratched the back of his head. Haineko had been easy to deal with as she outright asked him to fuck her. Suzumebachi was small enough to sit in the palm of his hand, and, based on her ongoing endeavor to try and kill him, she wasn't particularly fond of him...
("So, this is how Soifon 'really' feels about me...") thought Ohta, glancing at the diminutive Shinigami, prompting her to look away with an awkward grimace. It was common knowledge that a Zanpakuto Spirit reflected the innermost qualities of their wielder, so seeing Suzumebachi lash out like a moody adolescent caused her to feel more than a little embarrassed...
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(A/N: The advent of the murderous Tsundere. Also, here's your ONCE daily reminder that Not a Mob: Psycho is NOT a harem novel (O,....,O)...)

"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...)

Chapter 71: Lounge