Chapter 77: Riches and Bitches


    Kazuya had decided early on that the ustrophobic confines of Kisuke’s underground chamber were no ce for hispanions. 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, d in swimming trunks, spending rxing time with his women.


    {You got both riches and bitches, Partner.}


    <i>‘I couldn’t invite Ciri.’</i>


    Despite his best efforts to persuade Ciri, 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.


    {Dude, get a grip on your horny or you’ll end up with more women than the fingers on your hands.}


    <i>‘I see no problem with that.’</i>


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


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


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


    “I still can’t believe you got this for us,” whispered M Rose from a deckchair behind him. Sung-Sun, Api, and Harribel rxed on their own chairs next to M 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 sunsses to her head before putting them back on. “Why do you want to know the secret? You wanna get rich like him?”


    “Probably,” Api responded, a giggle apanying her words. “M Rose will buy a restaurant just to eat sushi every day.”


    M Rose’s cheeks flushed. Howe everyone guessed her intentions without even trying? Was she really that predictable?


    Casting a sidelong nce over his shoulder, his lips curved into a teasing smile. “Rose, you’ve been ordering sushi three times a day ever since our date.”


    Harribel stretched her arms, yawning after all the recent rxation. “If that wasn’t enough, you’ve been gushing about its exquisite taste for hours.”


    Even Harribel had joined the teasing, no longer observing from the sidelines. She had be just a little more active during their conversations recently. He couldn’t help butpare Harribel to the hero mentioned in “You either die a Hero, or you live long enough to see yourself be the Viin.”


    M Rose’s blush deepened into a fierce scarlet. “I’m sorry, okay! I shouldn’t be so passionate about things I enjoy.”


    Everyone chuckled at her outburst. Unintentional or not, M Rose’s vibrant demeanor added a dash of liveliness to the group.


    Slipping off her sunsses, Sung-Sun took a sharp gaze at him. “By the way, you haven’t given our swimsuit any rating.”


    Hepsed into thoughtful silence, letting his eyes drift over each of them, beginning with Harribel. d in a stark white bikini and a midnight ck pareo that contrasted her sun-kissed skin, her aura had mellowedpared to her Arrancar outfit.


    “Blonde hair, white crown, tanned skin, ck and white bikini — everything is vibrant but pleasing to eyes. Easily ten out of ten.”


    Harribel revealed a smile almost imperceptible to eyes. “Thanks.”


    He nodded, his gaze then veering towards M Rose. She leaned back with her hand behind her head, in a pose that entuated her voluptuous boobs d in an unblemished purple swimsuit. A matching pareo entuated the graceful curve of her waist.


    “Purple. A ssic choice to bring out the charm of your naturally dark skin and hair. The pareo adds a lovely touch to your long, toned legs. Hmmm, I’ll give you an eight out of ten.”


    She was easily a ten in his heart but he couldn’t overinte her ego now, could he?


    A frown creased her face at his less-than-perfect rating. “Why did you cut two points? I am the sexiest one here!”


    Clearly, she was upset at not receiving a perfect score like Harribel.


    “Be happy with what you got,” Sung-Sun said. “Rate me.”


    Sung-Sun appeared less striking in her minimalist ck bikini, a loose ck hoodie with sleeves hanging long past her hands draped over it.


    “ck color for your pale skin is a great choice. I have nopliments for your fashion sense other than the fact you’re a ten in both appearance and personality.”


    He was a sucker for her endless tease and mature demeanor.


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


    “Not the soap puns…”


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


    His gaze shifted towards Api, who was d 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.


    Api 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 ck 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 n. You’re kinda wrong. No parties here. We’re just chilling.”


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


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


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


    “...”


    M 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 particr distaste for men.


    The ck catughed at M Rose’s somewhat sincere request. “Can I join you if I don’t act like a man?”


    Befuddled by the unexpected response, M 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.”