91 Can't Fool Your Own World

With Ohta propelling everyone through the Garganta atop a psychic platform, Ichigo, recalling all the times they had to run through, was seriously tempted to give him a piece of his mind. Instead, he sat off to the side with his arms crossed, steeling himself for the coming battle alongside Unohana and her Lieutenant, a tall, well-endowed woman with grey eyes and short, nearly white hair called Kotetsu Isane.

Undaunted by the fact they had an 'audience,' Yoruichi sat atop Ohta's lap with her back against his chest, feet curled and resting atop his calves as he held and caressed her abdomen. There was a chance she would die in the forthcoming battle, so she wasn't overly concerned with keeping their relationship a secret from Ichigo, Unohana, and Isane.

Catching Ohta a little off guard, Yoruichi asked, "When all this is over, will you come with me to the Shihouin Clan Compound...?"

"To what end...?" asked Ohta, generating a soundproof barrier to prevent their conversation from being overheard. He thoughtfully included Soifon within its canopy, but only to keep her from becoming grumpy and losing focus before the battle.

Realizing what Ohta had done, Yoruichi placed her right hand over Ohta's, guiding it southward as she teased, "I want to show you off and introduce you to my younger siblings. After that, I believe it would be best if you joined the Onmitsukidō, assuming Soifon's former position as Commander of the Executive Militia..."

Though he furrowed his brows slightly, Ohta didn't immediately reject Yoruichi's proposition. Instead, he began to rub her through the fabric of her hakama as he asked, "Is this the true reason you assigned Soifon to me? So you could elevate me to the position of a Corps Commander and have her serve as my Adjutant?"

"Something like that," mused Yoruichi. "The main reason I want you to join the Onmitsukidō is to substitute your lack of status. Even if you become a Lesser Noble in the wake of this conflict, it won't give you a 'voice' among the upper echelons of the Seireitei. By becoming the Commander of the Executive Militia, you'll be in charge of the military force directly under the command of the presently defunct Central 46. Unless an Executive Order is handed down, the only person you'll be obliged to answer to is me. And we both know I won't 'force' you to do anything..."

Earning a surprised look from both women, Ohta revealed, "Truth be told, I'm thinking of becoming the King of Hueco Mundo. I don't really feel like getting involved with the politics of the Soul Society, and I'll be able to go all out more easily if I don't have to worry about collateral damage..."

"That's..."

Though she was compelled to say it was 'impossible' for Ohta to become Hueco Mundo's King, Yoruichi's words trailed off before they could form a complete rebuttal. In the absence of Barragan, Hueco Mundo would need a new ruler. There was even a chance that a Fourteenth Division or a new Onmitsukidō Corps would be created to monitor and supervise it. In either case, Ohta was a prime candidate for the position since he was the one to have slain Barragan...

After deliberating the matter for several seconds, Yoruichi said, "I will support you if that's what you decide, but what about Rukia and Orihime? The former has already been reinstated as a member of the Gotei and is likely to become a Captain in the near future. As for the latter, she intends to finish High School and acquire a Culinary Arts Degree before relocating to the Soul Society long-term. There's no way either of them could spend long periods in Hueco Mundo..."

("Not unless Rukia became the Captain of a newly appointed Division...") thought Yoruichi. However, as she would prefer having Ohta close by, she didn't mention that possibility. Instead, she appended, "Also...if you 'do' become the new ruler of Hueco Mundo, it will make those responsible for maintaining the current order anxious. It's not particularly well-known, but one of the reasons for the Gotei's establishment was to 'restrain' Captain-Commander Yamamoto and a few outliers. If you don't relinquish your power or subject yourself to some form of oversight, the peaceful life you desire will be impossible to attain..."

Snorting through his nose, Ohta retorted, "You say that as if the creepy candy store uncle didn't place a seal or bomb within my Gigai. I'm not an idiot, Yoruichi..."

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As placing a bomb within a potential threat was 'definitely' something Kisuke would do, Yoruichi didn't refute Ohta's words. Even if she did, he wouldn't believe her, so after a lengthy period of silence, she said, "Those in power fear what they can't control. I don't want to see you suppressed or sealed away, so please don't do anything rash..."

"Relax..." said Ohta, kissing Yoruichi's crown before whispering, "I have too many things I want to protect. Unless some cunt takes those things away, I won't do anything too crazy..."

Leaning to the right so she could turn and look up at Ohta, Yoruichi narrowed her golden eyes and asked, "Am I included among the things you want to protect~?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "We might not be 'together' in the truest sense, but you'll forever be my first woman. That, and my pet cat..."

Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi wiggled her butt to stimulate Ohta's bulge as she stated, "We're heading into what might be our final battle. What's the point of pretending to be monogamous at this point? Rukia is okay with it, and I know for a fact that Orihime would be much happier if you accepted her as a Consort. You should just accept that, as the prospective Head of a newly established Clan, you will need to take multiple wives. If not, then a single wife and multiple Consorts..."

"And where do you fit in that?" asked Ohta, his expression and tone as flat as Rukia's chest.

Causing Soifon's eyes to become as round as saucers, Yoruichi replied, "I don't mind waiting a century or two, but I'll eventually want a baby. Then our Clans will be perpetually allied..."

Though his expression didn't change, Ohta's cock twitched at the image of a pregnant Yoruichi appearing in his mind. It was difficult to describe, but he felt an overwhelming sense of 'conquest' imagining her carrying his kid. Even more so, knowing their son or daughter would likely become the Head of one of the most ancient and powerful Clans, essentially granting him an 'eternal' legacy...

"At least your body is honest..." mused Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes and adopting a seductive, cat-like smile. She knew Ohta wanted to dominate her, and because of their shared connection, he knew she 'wanted' to be conquered. If not for his human morals and sense of commitment toward Rukia, she suspected their passion and desire would mix as well as oil and flame...

Adopting a smile of his own, revealing his distinctly sharp teeth, Ohta replied, "My body might be honest, but 'I' am extremely obstinate. Lucky for you, I've already shifted that particular responsibility to Rukia. I'm all for becoming the Head of a Clan, but its organization will depend on her. I'm too lazy to manage things directly."

Raising her brows, Yoruichi attempted to ask, "So, if I'm able to persuade her-" before Ohta shook his head, stating, "Don't." in a firm tone, adding, "If I find out you or our little kitten here planted the idea in her mind, even indirectly, I'll oppose it to my dying breath..."

Shrugging her shoulders, Yoruichi cheekily contended, "If that's the case, there's nothing to be worried about. As a daughter of the Kuchiki, even if she wasn't born as one, Rukia is well acquainted with Noble society. She understands the 'importance' of forming alliances and granting powerful people Noble status..."

Furrowing his brows, Ohta speculated, "It's to expand the gene pool and prevent the native-born population of Soul Society from diminishing due to sickness and congenital dysfunction..."

Blinking in surprise, Yoruichi replied, "It's a little more complicated than that, but you're not wrong. Your innate mental capacity is exceptionally rare, even in the long history of the Soul Society. If your children possess even a fraction of your potential, both you and your children will be highly sought after by the Great Noble Clans..."

"I suddenly don't want 'any' kids..." muttered Ohta. Unfortunately, Rukia had confided in him that she wanted a large family. She could have been alluding to the fact he would have multiple wives, mistresses, or Consorts, but it didn't change the fact he would have more than one kid. They might be spaced out over several decades, potentially centuries, but with a life spanning millennia, he could live to see his genes spread to every corner of the Seireitei...

"Having one with me will prevent the other Great Clans from pressuring you too much," assured Yoruichi. "I can't say the same for your children with Rukia, Orihime, and anyone else you happen to knock up, but that's, as you say, a matter for the far future. Just know that if you choose not to arrange their marriages, I'll support your decision. So long as you give me a 'proper reason,' that is..."

"It's no wonder the Great Clans have stayed in power for such a ridiculous length of time..." remarked Ohta, slipping his left hand into the gap on the left side of Yoruichi's hakama as he expressed, "You're unrepentantly sly and shameless. Just how long have you been planning this...?"

"You're overestimating me..." replied Yoruichi, her cheeks gaining a faint red hue as she asserted, "I didn't orchestrate any of this. I'm just familiar with how our system works, so I have a good idea of how things will play out if you follow the rules and leave all the major decisions to Rukia..."

Placing her hand over Ohta's, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes and added, "You have no real ambition or purpose. You are just living until you die, allowing others to give your life 'meaning.' That's why, even when you're stressed or forced out of your comfort zone, you continue pressing forward as if it's someone else's problem..."

Forcing Ohta's fingers deep inside her steamy cavern, Yoruichi's voice became a husky purr as she whispered, "I don't know why you are the way you are, but so long as you remain this way...I will never let you be without purpose. Even if you yield your heart, mind, and body to Rukia, I will never relinquish my place within your soul..."

"..."

Feeling a little too stimulated, Yoruichi surprised Ohta by reverting to her cat form and curling up in his lap. If he kept fingering her, she wouldn't be able to restrain herself. She might have if Ichigo wasn't present, but since he was an important part of their contingencies against Aizen, she didn't want to overload his brain by pushing Ohta down and fucking right in front of him. The Garganta technically afforded them infinite time to do as they pleased, but if they got 'lost,' they might never find their way out...

Staring down at the ebony black cat, Ohta narrowed his glowing crimson eyes before bringing his visibly glistening fingers to Yoruichi's nose. Her face initially scrunched up, but shortly thereafter, she began licking them clean of her love juices. Soifon looked like she would readily carry out the task, but as he was marginally more 'principled' than Yoruichi, Ohta didn't think it would be a good idea to have her heatedly lick his fingers in front of Ichigo, Unohana, and Isane...

("Ah, fuck it...") though Ohta, holding up his fingers and allowing Soifon to clean them. Ichigo's and Isane's eyes widened at the scene, but as there was a reasonable chance they would all die in the coming fight, Ohta saw no reason to maintain a pretense of decency. He sure as hell wasn't going to be civil with Aizen...

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(A/N: Not a Mob: Psycho might be a harem novel o3o...)

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(A/N: April Fools (O w O)...)