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BLEACH CHAPTER 78: Invitation
🕑 Added 2023-06-30 14:02:03 +0000 UTCPerforming a fluid sequence of stretches, Yoruichi Shihōin coaxed her lithe body into wakefulness. Her muscles, unlike the brute strength of Mila Rose, were defined by agility and flexibility, resembling the finesse of a panther ready to pounce. The early sun reflected off her dark skin, casting a lustrous sheen that emphasized her impressive physique.
Yoruichi then surveyed the varied reactions around her, hoping that her unexpected transformation had its intended impact. Mila Rose was left aghast, her brows knitting into an expression of sheer bewilderment, while Apacci huffed in a noticeably irked fashion. Harribel maintained her typical aloof air, eyes unfazed, whereas an amused smirk played on Sung-Sun's lips. However, Yoruichi found herself most intrigued by Kazuya — his expression, a puzzling mixture of disappointment, was a far cry from what she had anticipated.
‘He’s known me from the start. Why the disappointment? I don't look inferior to his women, do I?’
Keen to satiate her curiosity, she gently probed Kazuya for the reason behind his unusual reaction.
“I expected you to be a lot taller.”
And his answer puzzled her. She was 156cm, a woman of average height in the Soul Society. Then again, she was facing a man taller than Kisuke, standing at almost six and a half feet tall in his Hollow form. She’d naturally appear smaller in comparison.
Yoruichi placed her hands on her hips. “You know how age works for powerful Souls. Who knows, maybe I can grow a couple more inches!”
“Nice optimism,” he said with a round of applause. “Flashing your beautiful body to everyone — Shihōin-san definitely lives up to her title, the Flash Goddess.”
Yoruichi’s smirk widened. “I like your interpretation of the ‘Flash Goddess.’ It lends a whole new level of 'interest' to my legacy.”
Mila Rose, finally regaining her composure from the initial shock, pointed an accusing finger at Yoruichi. “Wait, you're a woman?!” She cast a glance around, realizing that no one shared her surprise. “I mean, I understand Kazuya knowing this, but why are you all acting like it's nothing? Am I the only one in the dark?”
A grin crossed Apacci's face. “It was pretty obvious from our first meeting.”
Sung-Sun nodded. “Yoruichi was baiting us from the get-go. I smelt her tryhard attempts from miles away.”
Harribel feigned ignorance to Mila Rose’s gaze, attempting not to deepen Mila Rose’s embarrassment. There was something endearing about Mila Rose's occasional denseness — it stemmed from her unwavering trust in her senses, rarely questioning what she saw or heard.
The sudden interruption of a cold voice from behind Yoruichi startled everyone. It was Lisa.
“Yoruichi-san,” she chided, “Don’t flash your titties in front of a man engaged to multiple women.”
Standing there in an aqua green bikini that complemented her eyes, Lisa held a shopping bag in her hand. His gaze inevitably wandered towards her ample chest, noting silently that her bust was somewhat larger than Apacci's.
{Boobs… the first thing a man sees in a woman. Tiddies are truly the bane of all men.}
Lisa tossed the bag towards Yoruichi. "Enough fooling around. Put this on."
“Hai hai.”
In a well-choreographed motion, Lisa took off her glasses and flung them to Kazuya before taking a graceful dive into the pool. She swam like she owned the place, completely at ease, despite the fact it was her first visit.
Kazuya expected nothing less from the sassy full-time maid. “I take it that you like this place.”
"A historic gothic mansion with Victorian architectural elements. You certainly have good taste."
“I have a wonderful taste in everything, or you wouldn’t be allowed here.”
Lisa was grateful she had her back turned on everyone, or they would have seen her blush. The subtle compliment caught her off-guard. “Are you not returning to Ishida Mansion?”
She changed the topic.
“About that—”
“Tada!”
Yoruichi’s jubilant exclamation seized everyone’s attention. She stood there, striking a provocative pose with her butt sticking out towards them. She had both of her hands pulling the tight black swimsuit over her ass. Rather than an orange swimsuit, she went for a black one with hints of violet and white.
One might have mistaken her display as a seductive act. But he knew better. It was Yoruichi, always the tease, always dancing on the edge of playfulness, never crossing the line into the serious. He had to spend almost twenty years with her. There was no way he would let her playful antics slide unpunished in the Soul Society.
“Pretty good I say,” he replied. “Are you offering your ass for spanking?”
She pulled her hands back quickly and turned around, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Someone's getting worked up over a ‘hag,’ huh?”
“No one said hags can’t be attractive. We have a ‘Gilf’ category for them.”
Yoruichi blinked in surprise, her brows furrowing slightly. “I don’t understand what that means.”
“You don’t need to,” he said with a calm, soothing smile. “Go swim with Lisa.”
Diverting his attention from Yoruichi, he turned towards Mila Rose. “You’re calm now.”
Mila Rose let out a sigh. “I am. I was just surprised that the cat with such a thick, masculine voice...is actually a woman.”
“She is like Sung-Sun but more unhinged.”
“True.”
“Ara, Darling. Are you talking behind my back?”
“I am not!”
He sprawled on Mila Rose’s deckchair and let the sunlight wash over him. His vision was graced by the sight of three stunning, dark-skinned beauties, each one possessing a figure more alluring than the last. Only he was around to witness the gorgeous sight.
‘Boys, I found heaven on earth.’
Sung-Sun took off her sunglasses and draped them over his eyes. “Have a fun sleep.”
He cast her a curious glance. She hadn’t attacked him yet, which was quite out of character considering her teasing nature.
‘Is she shy about making the first move?’
{Her Resurrección is called ‘White Snake Princess’ in Japanese. I’d say she is playing her part to perfection, being a chaste princess.}
He pondered on this for a moment.
‘Hmmm.’
After having her fill of swimming, Yoruichi leisurely swam to the edge of the pool and propped her elbows on the warm pool tiles. The water flowed down her shoulders, creating an enticing image. “Kazuya, I almost forgot why I came here in the first place.”
“Why is that?”
Lisa too emerged from the water contrasting the dark-skinned Shinigami with her fair complexion. Yoruichi had brought her from the Ishida Mansion under some pretense, but there must be more to it than just shopping for swimsuits.
“Well,” Yoruichi began, injecting a sense of suspense into the air. “It’s about time you formally introduce your group to the Visored.”
Lisa’s brows arched upwards. “You can’t just bring a bunch of high-level Hollows to our base. Kensei and Hiyori will lose their shit.”
Yoruichi laughed. “That’s the plan. I wanna see some shock on their faces.”
“You… are fucked in the head.”
“It’s just light fun,” Yoruichi said and turned to Kazuya. “Choose a name for your faction. Something catchy like Visored did. I wanna hear a mic drop when you say your name.”
