58 Longing for Action

After seeing the girls off at school, Ohta returned to the hotel, making use of the well-equipped gym for a solid six-hour workout before rinsing off in the shower and heading to the steam room to relax and exfoliate.

Stepping into the steamy chamber, Ohta briefly tensed when he noticed someone was already inside. However, when he saw who it was, his face formed a half-lidded expression as he asked, "Are you back, or is this just a social visit..?"

Returning a smile, Yoruichi, sitting on the lowest bench in the steam room with her legs spread and voluptuous body on full display, replied, "A little bit of both. The old fogeys back at the clan compound are being a pain in the ass, so I came to check your progress and blow off some steam."

In response to Yoruichi's words, Ohta raised his right fist, opening it to reveal a tiny black sphere that instantly sucked up nearly all the steam in the room. Even the sweat and condensation from Yoruichi's body were drawn into it, but her tantalizingly brown still appeared to glisten as she stared back at him with narrowed eyes.

"Not bad," mused the dark-skinned woman, drawing her feet up onto the bench to sit with her heels together as she teased, "But that isn't exactly the progress I came to check. How are things going with Rukia and your big-tittied pocket healer...?"

Crushing the black sphere in his palm, Ohta quipped, "You say that as if the Onmitsukidō haven't been reporting every detail of our relationship to you..."

Raising her brows, Yoruichi asked, "Should I recall them? You might not trust them, but they're a lot more trustworthy than anyone you'd be able to find on short notice."

Shaking his head, Ohta said, "Forget it..." before making his way over and sitting next to the grinning succubus, placing his arm around her shoulder and permitting her to nestle closer to him. She attempted to grab his junk as she did, but Ohta stopped her with a light swat, saying, "I came here to relax..."

Though she turned her eyes up at him with feigned annoyance, Yoruichi didn't make a second go at Ohta's dick. Instead, she eased into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes as she remarked, "I can wait..." a clear reference to her past remark about 'claiming' him in the near-to-distant future.

Exhaling through his nose, Ohta was half-tempted to say she could go as well, but unless he deliberately antagonized her and told her to leave him the fuck alone, he doubted Yoruichi would take him seriously. He also felt comfortable when she was around, so unless she stabbed him in the back or purposely harmed someone close to him, he didn't feel like 'making' her go...

Interrupting a twenty-three-minute silence, Yoruichi playfully commented, "You should prepare yourself the next time you're alone with Soifon. There is a non-negligible chance she'll attack and bite you..."

Furrowing his brows, Ohta asked, "What did you say to her...?"

"I told her you had a piece of my soul embedded within your own," said Yoruichi. "As such, I told her I expect her to treat you the same way she treats me. But don't worry. She might react reluctant and hostile on the outside, but the moment you push her down, she'll immediately become docile..."

"Sounds like someone else I know..." remarked Ohta, staring at Yoruichi from the corner of his eye. She could be exceptionally aggressive when allowed to lead, but she became meek and borderline submissive while on the receiving end. Especially if he was forceful and managed to get a grip on her ponytail...

Narrowing her eyes, Yoruichi was tempted to demonstrate that she wasn't so easily cowed but restrained herself. She didn't think Ohta had forgiven her for what transpired at Kukaku's, so she didn't want to provoke him too much.

Abruptly changing topics, Yoruichi's expression became serious as she said, "Aizen has started to move a lot sooner than we were expecting. In preparation, the Soul Society is preparing to send an advanced squadron to the human world..."

"And let me guess, they reached out to you to ask if they could stay here, right?" asked Ohta.

"On a positive note, they're offering you a Captain's wage and substantial remunerations for each room you lease out," replied Yoruichi. "The biggest downside is that this place would temporarily become the Gotei's Forward Operating Base in the human world. When Aizen's forces attack, this hotel will be one of their primary targets."

"I would be very surprised if it weren't..." replied Ohta. "But here's what I don't understand. We have at least some idea of where Aizen is located, right? Why doesn't Yamamoto lead a strike team into Hueco Mundo? Even if he can't cook Aizen directly, he should be able to reduce their numbers and deal a fuckton of damage to the enemy base..."

"That would certainly make things easier..." admitted Yoruichi. "However, because of the Quincy's invasion a thousand years ago, Yamamoto took on a pseudo-non-interference policy to conserve his strength and allow his allies a chance to grow. Unless the other Captains of the Gotei have been defeated or killed, he won't take proactive action. The same can be said for the Four Great Noble Families..."

"Then, why don't I go?" proposed Ohta. "I might not be able to produce flames as hot as the sun, but if I go all out, I should be able to devastate their forces easily. If not, well, we're fucked..."

Adopting a faint smile, Yoruichi remarked, "After seeing what you did to the Sokyoku Hill, I have no doubt you could inflict considerable damage to Aizen's base and forces. The problem with that, beyond the fact you would most certainly die, is that the enemy would retaliate and launch a counter-offensive on the human world."

"Then, what's the plan?" asked Ohta, furrowing his brows at the notion of, once again, leaving things to 'Kisuke.'

Catching Ohta a little off guard, Yoruichi revealed, "The 12th Division is preparing a 1:1 scale replica of Karakura Town. Once it's ready, they will bait Aizen using the exact method of launching an offensive against his base and forces. If you want to volunteer as part of the attack squadron, that can definitely be arranged."

Shaking his head, Ohta grumbled, "Whatever...just tell me what I need to do once the time comes. Talking about shit and strategizing aren't really my things..."

Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi retorted, "So you say. Yet, if we don't reveal our plans and talk things out, you'll be butthurt about being kept in the dark..."

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Looking down at the purple-haired woman, Ohta was tempted to 'warn' her, but Yoruichi responded to his intense stare with a dauntless smile. She wasn't even remotely afraid of him, not because he lacked the power to harm or kill her, but because she knew he wouldn't do so without some form of justification or benefit to be had.

Rising to her feet, Yoruichi positioned herself in front of Ohta with her back to him, spreading her legs a little more than shoulder width apart before abruptly bending down to touch the floor.

"What are you doing...?" asked Ohta, staring at Yoruichi through her legs as he did his best not to gawk at the voluminous ass and glistening pussy right in front of him.

"Oh, me? I'm just stretching..." replied Yoruichi, narrowing her golden eyes seductively as she asked, "Would you like to help? I've been having some trouble stretching a certain muscle group, specifically this one..."

Reaching up with her left hand, Yoruichi parted her flawless slit to reveal picturesque pussy folds and a seemingly untouched entrance pulsating in tune with the beating of her heart.

Though his eyes were inextricably drawn to the sight, his throat tensing to the point he almost felt compelled to swallow, Ohta stated, "I said once a month and told you to get permission from Rukia first..."

"Today is the 1st, and I already did," retorted Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes as she teasingly challenged, "Did you think I would come unprepared? If you don't believe me, I'm willing to wager all our future interactions on the premise I'm speaking the truth..."

As he could easily imagine Yoruichi strolling into the school in her cat form to request Rukia's permission, Ohta closed his eyes and exhaled a tired sigh. At the same time, however, he sat up, placing his hands on Yoruichi's ass and grasping it firmly as he asserted, "You really know how to piss me off..." before pulling her toward him, lowering her onto his awaiting, almost painfully erect cock...

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With Yoruichi warning him of an impending attack, Ohta felt restless once night fell, staring out the window of his penthouse in a bathrobe, a listless look on his face. He doubted an attack would occur that very evening, but he had a growing urge to go out, patrol, or do 'something'...

As it had been a while since Ohta left their bedroom, Rukia came looking for him, similarly garbed in a bathrobe. When she noticed him standing at the window, she strolled over with a curious and slightly concerned look, staring up at him and asking, "Is everything okay?" once she reached his side.

Though he would ordinarily turn to meet Rukia's gaze, Ohta extended his hand, placing it against the cool surface of the glass as he continued to stare forward, a faint red glow emanating from his eyes as he said, "The enemy is out there, preparing an attack that could destabilize this world, uprooting its very foundation. I know it's better to wait and prepare, but I can't help feeling I should take the fight to them..."

"I see..." replied Rukia, extending her hand to mirror Ohta's actions. She didn't know what purpose it served, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.

Earning Ohta's attention, Rukia softly remarked, "Well, if you go, be sure to take me with you. Before you rescued me, my brother told me that from the moment we decided to love one another, our lives were no longer our own. Afterward, he told me to cherish the time we have and live every day as though it might be our last. Because a day 'will' come when we have no choice but to part. If we're not walking together at that time, the one who lives on will walk alone from then onward..."

"It sounds like he's been through some shit..." replied Ohta, the image of Byakuya appearing in his mind. The man seemed like an uptight prick at a glance, but you didn't go against your family's wishes, marry a commoner, and then adopt her younger sister in honor of her last request if you were a genuinely cold, uncaring bastard.

Grabbing and pulling Ohta's sleeve, compelling him to turn and face her, Rukia ushered an abrupt end to the conversation by standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Actions often spoke louder than words, so instead of allowing Ohta to stare out a window, brooding over a city he didn't truly care about, Rukia forced him to focus on her.

Though he was surprised by Rukia's actions, that didn't stop Ohta from habitually grabbing and lifting her up by her ass cheeks, allowing her to link her legs around his waist and making it much easier for them to kiss. He would doubtlessly feel the urge to do something about Aizen and his plans the moment things calmed down, but for this brief moment in time, the only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms...

Emerging from the bedroom in one of Ohta's button-up shirts and a pair of lace panties, Orihime scratched her belly with her left hand, covered her mouth with her right to stifle an adorable yawn before asking, "What's going on...?" in a half-asleep tone. Her arrival caused Ohta to feel slightly exasperated, but he didn't get upset. Instead, he said, "Go back to bed. We'll be there shortly..."

"Okaaaaay~" responded Orihime, turning around and retreating through the door she had just emerged. She hadn't even noticed that Rukia was clinging to Ohta like a koala, so she returned to their bed, curled up in her usual spot, and immediately dozed off...

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(A/N: Ohta be like, "All of Hueco Mundo shall know pain...")