Chapter 77: Riches and Bitches

Chapter 77: Riches and Bitches

Kazuya had decided early on that the claustrophobic confines of Kisuke’s underground chamber were no place for his companions. It was, in many ways, more limiting than the Hueco Mundo. Thus, he made it his mission to secure them a mansion, where they could live safely and often go out to explore the city as they wished.

So, in the following days, he embarked on a solo adventure in Karakura Town and its neighbor Naruki City. His target demographic consisted of rich housewives—regardless of their age. With gentle persuasion, he convinced them to part with a small percentage of their wealth. No one faced bankruptcy, yet he became filthy rich.

After a few challenging days, he could be seen lounging poolside, clad in swimming trunks, spending relaxing time with his women.

{You got both riches and bitches, Partner.}

‘I couldn’t invite Cirucci.’

Despite his best efforts to persuade Cirucci, she had remained as immovable as a mountain. He had so anticipated seeing her in a goth swimsuit. Her half-Arrancar form appealed to him in more ways than she imagined.

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‘I see no problem with that.’

{Should have known better. You have become too free-minded and loose, like a hoe on the streets!}

‘Freedom: it’s like taking a bath. Once you get used to it, you can never return. It’s addicting.’

{Too much of anything is bad, Partner. Mark my words!}

“I still can’t believe you got this for us,” whispered Mila Rose from a deckchair behind him. Sung-Sun, Apacci, and Harribel relaxed on their own chairs next to Mila Rose. “Skull, how did you pull it off?”

“The best way to keep a secret is to forget it. So, yeah. I forgot.”

She had been insistent about discovering the source of his wealth, but once again, he deflected her with a vague answer.

Sung-Sun pushed her sunglasses to her head before putting them back on. “Why do you want to know the secret? You wanna get rich like him?”

“Probably,” Apacci responded, a giggle accompanying her words. “Mila Rose will buy a restaurant just to eat sushi every day.”

Mila Rose’s cheeks flushed. How come everyone guessed her intentions without even trying? Was she really that predictable?

“Ara, darling. Are you perhaps a soap? Because you’re so damn smooth.”

“Not the soap puns...”

Sung-Sun giggled. “Let’s rate Apacci.”

His gaze shifted towards Apacci, who was clad in a white, frilly swimsuit top and denim shorts. A red hoodie was casually thrown over her attire, while her Zanpakutō served as ornamental bracelets around her wrists.

Apacci squirmed under his attentive scrutiny. “I don’t care about your rating.”

All of his sweet talk during sex, which they had been doing nonstop every night behind everyone’s backs, had made her a little more resistant to his voice. Yet, the warmth in his gaze stirred a familiar blush on her cheeks, evoking memories too lewd to be put into words.

Before he could rate her, an uninvited black cat scurried into the scene. “Wow, brat. You’re having a pool party without me, your senior.”

“If it isn’t the old hag of Shihōin Clan. You’re kinda wrong. No parties here. We’re just chilling.”

Yoruichi rolled her eyes. “There are a couple of classes between a hag and a young woman like me.”

“I don’t care,” he said with a shrug. “Anyways, come sit on my lap. I’m good with cats.”

“Nope. I can lick my furs clean on my own.”

“...”

Mila Rose stirred from her seat, approaching Yoruichi. "I hold you in high regard, but the only man allowed here is Skull. Please leave."

She seemed more unnerved than the others, who remained quite indifferent to Yoruichi's presence. Then again, she was the only one with a particular distaste for men.

The black cat laughed at Mila Rose’s somewhat sincere request. “Can I join you if I don’t act like a man?”

Befuddled by the unexpected response, Mila Rose could only gape as Yoruichi vaulted into the air. A smokescreen enveloped her mid-leap, and when it dispersed, she was no longer a cat. A dark-skinned woman with vibrant purple hair stood before them, her golden eyes filled with mischief. She broke any illusion of her true form being that of a male.

Yoruichi bent her body and stretched her arms. “Ahhh, it feels good stretching like this.”