Chapter #17,5 - Allied Talks (1)

Day followed day. The vast river of time continued to flow. Three days may sound short, but for Kizuna it was long and passionate. Their non-stop sex barely satisfied them. In fact, it took a day and a half for them to be satisfied. But they continued for another day and a half with the heat rising from the 'bite' they demanded immediately afterwards!

An exhaustion Kizuna had not experienced in either of his two lives enveloped his body. He walked to the entrance step of the mansion and sat down.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the fake sky. His gaze held mixed feelings. Part of him questioned whether what was happening now was real. If it was a dream, he was afraid to wake up. He certainly couldn't bear it.

But at the same time he hoped it was a dream. He had a shred of nostalgia for his old life. There he had much less to think about than now. Compared to the duties of the system, the time he spent with women and the realization that he had to constantly improve himself, he couldn't help but miss the old life.

That didn't mean he was dissatisfied with the present. Despite the conflicting emotions and thoughts he felt, he was perfectly content. Swimming in women was every man's dream. At least it was if their sexual preference was not different.

Another reason why he suddenly became so emotional was the fake sky. His longing was not limited to his previous life. Even now he longed for the endless night of Hueco Mundo. The night comforted him. In the darkness of the night even the most desperate thoughts were swallowed up and only his fur shone.

That's why this fake sky left a taste of shit in his mouth. He had to be here, even though he could travel and observe the outside whenever he wanted. Well, there was nothing he could do.

He found it more than interesting that what he would have been pleased to see when he first came here disgusted him.

"Why so serious?"

An emotionless girl's voice was muffled and pulled Kizuna out of his train of absurd thought. His gaze quickly turned to the source of the voice and saw the girl's head. Her brown drill hair was slightly sprawled on the floor. A mixture of white sand and dust could be seen in her hair. But she didn't seem to care about that.

Her face was devoid of expression. But her aquamarine eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Kizuna said with a slight sigh:

"Just having so much sex... I think it affected me a bit mentally."

At the same time, with hive mind, He was conducting a remarkable hunt for Vasto Lorde all over Hueco Mundo. Since most of the wolves he released were on the job, he naturally had a lot of mental load.

Sex was an activity that was normally very helpful for him in relieving the mental load. But having sex with three insatiable beasts for so long added to his mental burden and confused his emotions.

Meanwhile, tearing up the dirt, Antonella revealed herself fully. She was completely filthy. But she didn't even bother to clean the dust off. Instead she stroked Kizuna's head.

In an emotionless voice she expressed his condition.

"You just need to get some rest."

Although Kizuna was surprised by Antonella's words and her sudden pat on the head, he felt his body relax. He closed his eyes as his muscles relaxed. He rubbed his head and decided to enjoy the moment. He nodded slightly. Maybe this was what he needed for now.

In a strange way, the threatened mole had provided the relief the werewolf needed. Life's progression was certainly interesting.

"So... what brings you here, Antonella?"

Antonella flicked the dust from her own jacket as she withdrew her hand. A thoughtful expression appeared for a moment as the sparkle disappeared from her eyes. Then she said:

"I met Cirucci by chance yesterday and she said she had made up her mind. She asked me to ask him when he would be available to meet with her."

Kizuna nodded his head in agreement. This was good news. He beat his knees with his hand.

Pat! Pat!

Then he stood up.

"This is good news. Tell her she can come to the mansion."

Antonella nodded in understanding.

"Understood. I also got word from Barragan's Fraction that he wants to talk to you."

Kizuna was not sure if this was good news. He had avoided the opportunity to have a proper communication with Barragan, except for small squabbles during meetings. But his mind, now at work, decided that it had to happen sooner or later.

Antonella paused for a moment. After hesitating, she added:

"For the latter, I advise you to be careful. At the moment, some of the Espadas are not happy with your behavior. And throughout Numero there are many who have made enemies of you. You never know what might happen."

Yes, that was true. No one would welcome someone with such an overpopulation in their Fraction. And if the power ranges were far above normal, this Fraction... He should be thankful that he was not the target of everyone.

That was why he knew he had to find comrades, or if not comrades, then allies, to support him outside of women. Of course, he found it ridiculous that the weaker Numeros hated him.

Kizuna sighed and patted Antonella on the head.

"I understand, thank you Antonella. Contact Barragan's pawn. Tell him I will come to meet him."

Now he had made up his mind. He would meet this man, nicknamed the God of Death of Hueco Mundo or the King of Hueco Mundo, face to face. Would it be a sure thing? Maybe he would gain a new ally.

Antonella disappeared, digging in the ground to deliver the news. Kizuna tried to enjoy the shitty weather until Antonella returned.