Bleach: Starting as a Vasto Lorde

Chapter 256: Crucible (II)

The morning with Yoruichi had left Kazuya quite unsatisfied. Twenty minutes of pure bliss with Sung-Sun would completely flip his mood, but he felt a bit strange about having sex when Unohana sat just a floor below him.

‘It can’t be now.’

As he opened his mouth to reject her, he saw Harribel pick up Sung-Sun’s jacket from the ground and put it back on her. Harribel wrapped her arms around Sung-Sun’s waist and pulled up the zipper, covering the lewd snake in her baggy jacket.

“Save it for another time. Kazuya is tired today.”

Sung-Sun gave Harribel a wide-eyed look. “Look at Husband’s eyes. Are those the eyes of a tired person? No, they are the eyes of a man who can’t wait to ravage his wife!”

Kazuya cleared his throat. “Tier is right. I had a brutal training session with Retsu.”

Sung-Sun placed a finger on her lips. “I can do the moving part and the cleaning after. You just have to lie there and enjoy—”

Harribel pulled at Sung-Sun’s ear, twisting it until Sung-Sun got off him. “No means no.”

Sung-Sun faked a sob. “Hic… No sex today but triple sex when you return next time. Promise?”

“Million yen promise.”

“Be mindful of the time.” Harribel ruffled Sung-Sun’s hair before waving at him. “In twenty minutes, I’ll send Apacci with some food.”

As soon as the door closed, Sung-Sun returned to her previous position. She leaned down and began taking off his kimono. The lack of explanation for her aggression left him confused. Sung-Sun was capable of many things but disobeying Harribel wasn’t one of them.

“Wife, we made a promise to Tier.”

“I’m not breaking any. Just cooperate, Husband!” Sung-Sun peeled off his shirt and made him lie on his front. “Good. I’ll be back in a second.”

She hurriedly dashed out of the room. Keenly listening to her footsteps, he knew she headed back to her room.

‘What is she gonna do?’

As he waited for her return, his heart pounded with a sense of anticipation.

{Is she going to perform a cosplay BJ?}

‘Unlikely.’

Sung-Sun returned not long after, carrying a vial of greenish liquid with a higher consistency than water. She poured a good amount in her palm and rubbed her hands, approaching Kazuya with a slightly devious smirk.

“Wife, what is that?”

“Grapeseed oil. It’s great for soothing tired muscles and relieving fatigue. Don’t worry, Husband. Lisa taught me very well!”

With a cheerful yelp, she straddled his lower back, adjusting until she found a comfortable enough spot for her butt. Then Sung-Sun’s hands, slick with the oil, began to work their magic on his tense shoulders. Her touch was firm but gentle, kneading his muscles.

“Lisa taught you, huh?” Kazuya murmured, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow beneath his head. “I thought she was only capable of teaching ero stuff. Guess I underestimated her.”

Sung-Sun chuckled softly, her fingers dancing along his back. “She has grown from her erotic obsession… she is now obsessed with you like everyone here. And admit it. Despite all her flaws, you adore that silly bitch.”

The warmth of the oil and the rhythmic motion of Sung-Sun’s hands sent waves of relaxation through Kazuya’s body. The tension he didn’t realize he had been holding onto began to melt away. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully sink into the sensation.

“She is a fun woman to be around. Where is she, anyway?”

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Training at Kisuke’s new base with her masked friends. You and Izumi sparked something in her to get stronger.”

“It wasn’t just us. She also met Nanao recently.”

She hummed as she moved down his back, putting more pressure on his muscles using her thumbs. “Lisa cares a great deal about that girl… Husband, forget everything about the world and relax your body… show me how much you trust your wife.”

“As you wish.”

He did as she said, allowing himself to let go of all the tensions. Her diligent efforts ramped up. Each stroke, each press of her fingers, made him feel more and more at peace.

Time seemed to slow down, the world outside the room fading into insignificance. It was just the two of them, sharing a quiet, intimate moment that required no words. Lying there on the bed, he basked in the simple pleasure of Sung-Sun’s touch.

Kazuya and Sung-Sun were brought back to reality when the door opened. As he turned his head, he caught sight of Apacci, who was wearing a maid dress and holding a plate.

Apacci paused for a moment, as if taken aback by the sight of Sung-Sun, of all people, giving him a massage. “Time’s up, Snake.”

Sung-Sun rubbed his back with a towel before she got off his back. She gave a firm pat on his butt and turned towards Apacci. “Have fun, you two~.”

“Bye, Snakie.” Apacci waved, holding a plate in her hand. “Kazuya, let’s eat!”

He sat up and stretched his muscles, which felt better than ever. Suddenly, he was hit with an enticing aroma. “Hmmm. I’m guessing chicken.”

Apacci smiled. “Yeah. You’ll absolutely love it.”

“What are you waiting for then? Give it to me!”

“Be patient, jeez.”

Apacci put down the plate before him. His eyes were immediately drawn to the beautifully presented golden-brown cutlets on the white plate, which was in stark contrast to the white rice occupying the other half of the plate.

“This looks delicious. Did you—”

“I got it from a restaurant.” Apacci shook her head. “I’m working on improving... Enough about that. Say Aaaa.”

Taking the chopstick, Apacci dipped a piece of chicken into the sauce and brought it to him. He unabashedly ate from her hand, savoring the juicy chicken peppered with spicy seasoning and tangy sauce.

“Hmmm. This is nice.”

“Heh. I knew you’d like this.” Apacci revealed a boastful smirk and brought another piece to his mouth. “Oi, Kazuya. Are most Shinigami in the Soul Society around the level of Adjuchas?”

The only people she met from the Soul Society were Visored, Captains, or Vice-Captains. It had painted the wrong picture in her mind. She mistook the Soul Society as this massive organization stacked to the brim with powerful Shinigami.

“No, ninety percent can’t even kill a normal Hollow on their own. It’s only the ten percent that are a pain in the ass.”

Apacci frowned. “That’s so pathetic. I expected more from them.”

“…”

“What would happen if the Hollows united and attacked the Soul Society in perfect coordination? Do Hollows stand a chance?”

Kazuya contemplated her question for a second. “It’s possible if someone took out the big hitters on the Soul Society’s side. Why are you asking, though?”

Apacci’s eyes gleamed menacingly as she smirked. “So there’s a chance…”

“Dear Deer, are you planning to lead an attack on the Soul Society?”