62 Ultimatum
With Rangiku barely able to form coherent thoughts, much less move of her own accord, Ohta used his psychic to keep her bouncing atop his hips with enough force to make her ass clap, her voice echoing loudly through the guest room as she rode him in a reverse cowgirl.
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
"Saved by the beeping..." remarked Ohta, his expression and tone lazy even though he felt like his dick was melting in Rangiku's increasingly avaricious pussy.
Instead of immediately pulling out, Ohta surprised Rangiku by sitting up, transitioning her to her hands and knees, and continuing to rail her as he used telekinesis to draw his cell phone toward them. He had been edging himself for the past twenty minutes, so he wasn't going to set out before painting the buxom blonde's insides a sixth and final time.
"Hmmm...?"
While his hips collided against Rangiku's ass with thunderous force, her husky moans becoming a string of pitchy, contiguous noise, Ohta read the text to discover that two 'Arrancars' were scheduled to appear on the East side of Karakura in eight minutes, plus or minus four.
Arrancar, according to Yoruichi, were powerful Hollow that had awakened the power of a Shinigami, often after devouring the soul of a Lieutenant or Captain. There had only been two instances of natural Arrancar appearing throughout history, but Aizen had been conducting experiments to enable a Shinigami to obtain Hollow powers and vice-versa for centuries. With the Hogyoku said to be able to dissolve the boundaries between the two conflicting existences, he presumably had the means to mass-produce them. Yet another reason to attack the man 'before' his preparations were complete...
Though he doubted Rangiku could hear him after collapsing face-first into the bed, her body limp and ass in the air, Ohta said, "It says two Arrancar are scheduled to appear a few minutes from now, so I'm about to take off. You should stay here and recuperate. If I'm not powerful enough to repel them, someone like you would be foddered instantly. And that would be a waste of passable pussy..."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta buried himself to his limits in Rangiku's pussy, releasing a massive load fated to be absorbed by the voluptuous woman's body, effectively becoming a part of her. Afterward, he gave a few final pumps to empty his urethra before pulling out and lying her on her side, allowing her to follow him with her unfocused gaze as he quickly got dressed and phased through the wall separating the steamy chamber from the outside...
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With Soifon waiting for him in the air outside the hotel, standing with her arms crossed but ultimately remaining silent, she and Ohta raced to the location mentioned in the text. There, they found Toshiro waiting with his usual stern-faced expression, his brows furrowing more than usual as he glanced at Ohta and asked, "Where's Matsumoto?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Probably passed out in the guest room of my penthouse. I didn't see any reason to wake her. She and the other weaklings would just be in the way if the three of us couldn't handle things. Isn't that why you're here alone?"
"You're mistaken," contended Toshiro. "I ordered Lieutenant Abarai and the others to protect those the Soul Society believes could be a target in Aizen's schemes. People that, if captured and held hostage, could set in motion events that would undercut our strategy and imperil everything..."
Nodding his head, Ohta casually quipped, "You make a pretty compelling argument, pintsized," before shifting his gaze to Soifon and adding, "The two of us are more than enough to deal with two enemies. Skadoodle on back to the hotel. It hasn't even been a month since I last had to rescue Rukia."
Though she frowned deeply, Soifon offered a curt "Understood" before promptly disappearing with Shunpo. In her wake, Toshiro stared at Ohta with a look that conveyed confusion and slight disbelief. However, as the enemy could appear at any moment, he concluded it wasn't the best time to ask questions.
Possessing a sharper spiritual sense than Ohta, Toshiro raised his gaze to the sky and asserted, "They're coming..." before promptly unsheathing his Zanpakuto, causing the sheath on his back to curious disperse.
Immediately following Toshiro's utterance, a crack appeared high in the sky, followed by a mass of energy emerging from within, crashing to the ground with meteoric force, causing an explosion that seemed to shake the foundations of Karakura Town. When the energy dissipated moments later, dispersed by a powerful shockwave, a sizeable crater was revealed, roughly twenty meters across and ten deep. More importantly, two figures stood at its epicenter, a slender, almost emaciated-looking man with a gloomy appearance and a curvaceous, well-endowed woman with short, spiky, golden blonde hair. The man was the shorter of the two, standing at 169cm, and had messy, soot-black hair, dark green eyes with slit-like pupils, and a black upper lip, contrasting his otherwise pale white skin. As for the woman, she was above average in height, standing 175cm tall, and had olive skin, aquamarine eyes, and notably thick eyelashes that gave her a natural, somewhat mysterious allure due to half her face being covered by a high-collar, long-sleeved crop-top that left her stomach and back exposed. Below that, she wore a pair of white hakama that, similar to Soifon's, had large openings in the sides, showing off a large portion of her plump, muscular thighs. More notably, she seemed bereft of panties while the man wore a long-sleeved jacket with long coattails and a bone-like helmet covering only the left side of his head like a samurai's helmet.
While the duo stared up at him and Toshiro, Ohta turned to the diminutive Captain and asked, "Any preferences, pintsized? The woman seems like she's the stronger of the two, but I'm honestly a little fed up with having to deal with hot chicks right now."
Staring at Ohta with a look of disbelief, Toshiro asked, "You would find a Hollow attractive? She may have acquired a human form after becoming an Arrancar, but she's still a monster..."
"You'll understand once your balls drop," replied Ohta, promptly dropping to the ground before Toshiro could offer a response. Curiously, neither of the Arrancar attempted to attack him. They just stood at the center of the crater, observing him with ostensible apathy until the woman asked, "Are you the one called Yamada Ohta...?" in a deep, feminine tone.
"That depends," replied Ohta, crossing his arms as he questioned, "Who's asking...?"
"I am Tier Harribel, the current Tres Espada," asserted the woman. "And I have come to you with a message from Lord Aizen. He advises that you distance yourself from this matter. In exchange, he will not interfere with your affairs. Refuse, and what little you hold dear will be taken from you..."
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Ohta remarked, "Yeah, I don't do ultimatums, chocolate tits. I suggest you turn your ass around, run home, and tell that fetid cunt you call a Lord he's on borrowed time. If he wants to speed up his execution by taking away the things I hold dear, I'm more than willing to come over and give his Josh Groban-lookin' ass a makeover by digging a trench with his face."
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, Harribel responded with a curt nod and said, "Very well," while the gloomy-looking man next to her tapped the air, causing what looked like an 8-bit black portal to open up. Then, as if their only reason for being there was to deliver a message, the duo left without further incident.
Landing next to Ohta, Toshiro, rather than appearing annoyed, asked, "Why'd you let them leave? With your power, you should have been able to stop them."
"You shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to," replied Ohta, taking to the sky and flying back to the hotel while Toshiro tarried for several seconds, staring silently at the crowd gathering around the massive crater with no awareness of how much danger they were putting themselves in...
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Spotting the familiar figure of Orihime on his way back, running in the direction the Arrancar had appeared with her tits bouncing up and down in the fabric of her Shihakusho, Ohta dropped down next to her, asking, "Where are you running off to...?" with raised brows.
Stopping and bending over to catch her breath, Orihime adopted a wry smile as she replied, "I thought...I could at least heal the injured..."
Patting the panting girl's head, Ohta's expression and tone softened as he asserted, "You're a good woman, Orihime. But until you master the basics of Hoho and evasion, you shouldn't rush toward danger."
Adopting a broad smile, Orihimed left Ohta speechless as she replied, "I refuse. I promised Rukia I would always be there to heal you, no matter how injured you become. But, even more than that, I want to support you, Ohta-kun."
Exhaling through his nose, Ohta retracted his hand from Orihime's head, turning around and walking away as he said, "Come along, Bubbles..." in a faintly exasperated tone. Orihime quickly caught up, but instead of simply following after him, she grabbed his arm, hugging it as she walked beside him with a happy smile on her face...
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Upon reaching the Inuneko Hotel, Ohta picked Orihime up in a princess carry, skipping heading inside and riding the elevator. Instead, he jumped straight to the top floor, phasing through the window he had been staring out the previous night. There, even though it had only been a few minutes since his departure, he found Rangiku, looking no worse for wear, happily chatting with Rukia in the living room.
"Oh, you're back~!" exclaimed Rangiku, her brows perking in amusement when she noticed Orihime. "And I see you brought a friend."
Setting Orihime on her feet, much to the buxom ginger's disappointment, Ohta habitually caressed her head as he replied, "What's going on here? I figured you'd both be resting."
"I woke up when my phone's alarm went off," explained Rukia. "I planned to go with you, but I didn't want to intrude upon you and Matsumoto-san. Then you abruptly departed with what felt like Captain Soifon, so I stayed back to await your return."
Piggybacking off of Rukia's words, Rangiku nodded in affirmation, adding, "I sensed her outside, so after fixing myself up, the two of us got together and started talking. But that's not what's important right now. You're back much sooner than expected. Were the Arrancar that weak...?"
Shaking his head, Ohta gave Orihime's bottom a light smack, prompting her to move over to the couch as he followed behind, answering, "Nah. If anything, their Reiryoku was even stronger than the average Captain's. I could have taken them both, but there were a bunch of lemmings around. Lucky for them, they only came to deliver a message."
"Lemmings...?" parrots Rangiku, unfamiliar with the term.
"It refers to sheep-like people who form large groups and gather around disaster sites like complete fucking idiots," responded Ohta. "The Arrancar appeared in the middle of a public park, so a bunch of nitwits nearby and from the surrounding neighborhood came to investigate."
"Ohta's power isn't suitable for fighting in crowded areas or with friendlies nearby," appended Rukia, furrowing her brows in consternation as she added, "If the Arrancar retreated into the city, it would be difficult for him to engage them..."
"Yet another reason for me to take the fight to them..." contended Ohta, the image of a creepy candy store owner appearing in his mind. As much as he despised Kisuke, Ohta knew the man must have a method to reach Hueco Mundo. If Rukia, Orihime, or someone else he knew got captured and taken hostage, he would likely need the man's help to reclaim them...
Interrupting Ohta's intrusive reflections, Rukia adopted a smile and said, "Then Orihime and I should hurry to get stronger. Yoruichi-sama said we might be able to use the same method as Ichigo to attain Bankai, but we would need you to be present. Should we take the next few days off from school, or would you like to try it this weekend?"
Inserting herself into the discussion, Rangiku asked, "You have a method to attain Bankai whenever you want? Doesn't it usually take like ten years of focused training in total isolation? I've been trying to achieve Bankai for the past sixty, but Haineko either ignores me or gives me some impossible task to perform."
Turning to meet Rangiku's grumpy stare, Rukia briefly hesitated before saying, "It's possible that you could also participate in the training, but there are some conditions..."
"Like what...?" asked Rangiku, prompting Rukia to look toward Ohta, the latter returning her gaze with raised brows, curious to know why she was staring at him. What he heard next nearly floored him...
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(A/N: I'm not feeling well, so there will probably only be one more chapter today. Also, a daily reminder that Not a Mob: Psycho is NOT a harem novel...)
