NOVEL NEXT 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.
{Dude, get a grip on your horny or you’ll end up with more women than the fingers on your hands.}
‘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?
Casting a sidelong glance 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 relaxation. “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 become just a little more active during their conversations recently. He couldn’t help but compare Harribel to the hero mentioned in “You either die a Hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the Villain.”
Mila 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, Mila Rose’s vibrant demeanor added a dash of liveliness to the group.
Slipping off her sunglasses, Sung-Sun took a sharp gaze at him. “By the way, you haven’t given our swimsuit any rating.”
He lapsed into thoughtful silence, letting his eyes drift over each of them, beginning with Harribel. Clad in a stark white bikini and a midnight black pareo that contrasted her sun-kissed skin, her aura had mellowed compared to her Arrancar outfit.
“Blonde hair, white crown, tanned skin, black 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 Mila Rose. She leaned back with her hand behind her head, in a pose that accentuated her voluptuous boobs clad in an unblemished purple swimsuit. A matching pareo accentuated the graceful curve of her waist.
“Purple. A classic 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 overinflate 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 black bikini, a loose black hoodie with sleeves hanging long past her hands draped over it.
“Black color for your pale skin is a great choice. I have no compliments 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 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.”