Bleach: Starting as a Vasto Lorde

Chapter 266: No Escape

Meanwhile, Soi Fon saw Kazuya distracted and used her greatest assets — quick reflexes and exceptional core strength. Gaining momentum with a quick swing, she catapulted her upper body and reached out, grabbing the window frame.

Using her newfound balance, she whipped her free leg over his head and kicked him right in the biceps. The sharp pain of her explosive heel made him wince, his grip loosening for a moment. She immediately wrestled her ankle free.

Her lips curled into a victorious smirk as she let go of the window frame and let her body succumb to the gravity. She had outsmarted him and escaped his clutches. The satisfaction had her feeling like she was on cloud nine.

‘So easy.’

Victory was in her grasp—until she felt something prevent her fall. Her happiness came crashing down as she registered the smirk on Kazuya’s face.

He had seized her wrists with speed faster than she could follow. “Where do you think you’re going, Darling?”

The thought of another defeat at his hands made her blood boil.

“I won’t let you!”

With a spirited roar, she kicked the window with both legs, using the momentum to propel herself. Her legs coiled around his neck, and she pulled him down with her entire weight.

“Let go of me. Now!”

“Fine.”

He released her wrists and took hold of her butt, using it to lift her. The last time she wrapped his thighs around him, he had barely felt anything because of her loose clothes. The skin-tight suit made her muscular legs feel quite nice around his neck.

{Death by snu-snu?}

Soi Fon wriggled. “I’m sorry for everything. Can you stop groping me there?!”

“Only if you promise to stay and answer my questions.”

“I promise.”

She had never been in a more awkward position, so she had to relent to him. Every breath coming out of his mouth caressed her crotch, making her more conscious about the lack of panties on her lower body.

Kazuya got a last squeeze of her firm ass before letting go. “There you go, Soi—”

She cupped his face. “Don’t say my name.”

“Whatever.”

She suddenly grabbed his hair and made him look up at her. “How will I enter the room like this?”

“Why do you want to enter my bedroom?”

“I can’t answer your questions like this. Let me come in, or meet me outside.”

He freed himself from the grasp of her thighs and gently shoved her. The hot-headed assassin fell down from the first floor in slow motion, her eyes wide from his betrayal.

Although she was surprised, her landing was graceful and completely silent, as though she weighed less than a feather. She looked up at him with a frown. “Why did you do that?”

Somehow, she didn’t completely lose her marbles over his small prank. Perhaps the constant defeats at his hands had humbled her.

He pointed at the door. “Guests are only allowed through the front door.”

“...”

She quietly walked up to the door. “It’s locked. Can I break it?”

“No! Come through the window.”

She clicked her tongue and leaped up. Using the window as the platform, she bounded into the room and yanked off her mask. The sight of almost naked Rukia and Momo on the bed nearly made her trip over.

“You—”

Kazuya placed a hand on her mouth and dragged her out of the room before she had the chance to disturb Momo and Rukia. He took her to another room and shut the door.

“You can speak now.”

She gritted her teeth, pointing a finger at him. “You! You are the worst for sleeping with them after Yoruichi-sama favored you. She deserves better than you.”

“Better than me? Does that person’s name start with Soi and end with Fon?”

She froze, as if struck by lightning. “No… I have no romantic feelings for Yoruichi-sama.”

“Averting your eyes from reality won’t do anything. Everyone knows how much you adore Yoruichi.”

“I DO NOT!” Soi Fon snapped, her figure trembling with fury. “Why would I challenge her to a deathmatch if I had feelings for her?”

“Deathmatch? As in a fight to the death?”

He had no inkling of this promised deathmatch between Yoruichi and Soi Fon. But he could tell that this happened the day he found them relaxing in the hot spring.

‘Yoruichi wants to keep me out of this.’

Soi Fon slowly nodded her head. “It’s a fight with some chances of death. I have to prove to Yoruichi-sama that she is nowhere as strong as she was before… And I’m strong enough for...”

“Strong enough for? Were you trying to say something?”

Soi Fon waved her hand dismissively. “Forget I said anything.”

She walked toward the door, reaching for the knob. Kazuya took her hand and inserted himself between her and the door. He won’t let her go that easily.

Soi Fon looked at him with a sharp glint in her eyes. “Don’t push my limits. You might have beaten me in a fight, however, I’m still your superior. You’re preventing me from performing my duties.”

Knowing that fighting him would end up in her humiliation, she tried to use or rather abuse her position.

Kazuya chuckled as he placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. “You silly little thing. Do you think I know nothing about you and Yoruichi? I know the reason for this deep resentment in your heart.”

Soi Fon slapped his hand away and clenched her jaw. She began to despise Yoruichi a little for willy-nilly sharing their past with an ‘outsider’. “It does not matter. I won’t go back on my decision.”

“I won’t interfere with your promised deathmatch. And since it’s the most important battle in your life, shouldn’t we raise the stakes a little?”

His grin, when paired with the gleam in his eyes, gave her an ominous feeling.

“What stakes?”

But she didn’t back out, for she wasn’t a coward like Yoruichi.

Kazuya crossed his arms. “If Yoruichi loses, you’ll get whatever Yoruichi promised you, plus I’ll distance myself from her for five hundred years.”

Soi Fon narrowed her eyes. “Throwing away the relationship on a bet… you once again prove that you aren’t suited for Yoruichi-sama.”

He only revealed a faint smile at her disappointed look. “Then defeat Yoruichi and make me leave her side. If you lose, however, you’ll become my information agent for the next five years. You won’t find a better deal anywhere.”

{Yo, Partner. Don’t scam the hundred-year-old kid.}

“I agree,” Soi Fon said without taking a moment to consider. “I won’t lose to an out-of-shape Yoruichi-sama. Nah, I’d win and kick you out of her life.”

The level of confidence she exuded would have been awe-inspiring, if only Kazuya hadn’t already known the outcome of the match. In the main timeline, she lost to Yoruichi who hadn’t battled for 150 years. His Yoruichi had warmed up with a few battles. More importantly, she had her own inner Hollow to empower her.

Yoruichi would wipe the floor with Soi Fon any day of the week.

He nodded. “It’s a deal. When will this match happen?”

“We haven’t decided yet.”

“Make it tomorrow.” He stepped away from the door. “Yoruichi is in the living room. Inform her about the date. Be quiet about our arrangement.”

Soi Fon’s sour expression vanished, replaced with gleaming joy. With his permission, she could talk to Yoruichi without any barriers.

In high spirits, she left the room.

{Partner, what if Yoruichi threw the match?}

‘I have a few measures to guarantee her victory. If she still loses… I’ll have to kill Soi Fon.’

There was no world in which he’d let a wager force him to leave Yoruichi. He liked her too much for that to happen.

{Partner’s yandere level is rising. It’s making me hot~.}

“Father, can I slap Izanami?”

{You’ll be slapping yourself, Idiot. We share the same body.}

“I’ll slap you when I recreate my body.”

{When will you do that?}

“I’ll try it when Father returns home. I don’t want to alert his enemies here with my Reiatsu.”

{Oh lord, this girl is so considerate. I sure hope she didn’t traumatize her father’s best partner by imprisoning in a cage.}

“…”