Bleach: Starting as a Vasto Lorde

Chapter 141: Be her god?

“What the fuck, Skull? Why did you do that?”

The air was thick with tension as Mila Rose directed her piercing gaze towards Kazuya, her face veiled by an uncharacteristic scowl. His offense was trimming his majestic silver hair. The new slicked back hairstyle added a touch of professionalism to his overall look. The person who saw him in Hueco Mundo as a Hollow would have easily identified him by his eye-catching hairstyle. He had to mix things up.

(A/N: Imagine Archer’s hairstyle lol.)

His new hairstyle unexpectedly caused Mila Rose to freak out, leaving him a bit bewildered.

Apacci rolled her eyes and let out a disdainful huff. “Why are you throwing a tantrum? He looks so much better, like I can see his face without his hair getting in the way.”

Mila Rose was usually assertive and fearless. Right now she looked flustered. Her lips parted as if to retort, but all she managed was a whisper. “He looked better before.”

Sung-Sun moved closer, eyes glinting in the face of an opportunity to tease Mila Rose. “Oh, I think I understand,” she purred. “Husband’s previous hairstyle resembled a lion’s mane, and we all know Rose is a lioness through and through.”

“Yes, I loved his previous hair,” Mila Rose confessed. “Because it looked infinitely better.”

“It’s just hair.” Kazuya reached out and stroked Mila Rose’s black mane. “They’ll grow back.”

The tender caress and the subtle smirk in his eyes had the desired effect. Her cheeks bloomed into a subtle rose hue. “Promise you won’t cut it again without telling me.”

He let his fingers linger a moment longer on her scalp before retracting his hand. “You own the rights to my hair now. Happy?””

Laughing softly, she yanked him down next to her on the plush couch. “You’ve given Apacci enough of your time. Now it’s my turn.”

Sung-Sun quietly moved over and snuggled up next to him, putting her head in his lap. “He can spoil us both. It saves him the time he can spend with our Queen Harribel.”

“Works for me.”

The bully and the bullied resolved their issues when they had to be around him. He couldn’t be more ecstatic about their bond.

Apacci watched Kazuya’s sunny smile as he was surrounded by her friends. An indescribable warmth washed over her. “I’ll fetch the groceries then. Kazuya, do you want something?”

Kazuya didn’t miss the fleeting yet tender expression that briefly crossed Apacci's face. This time, she genuinely felt happiness for him, rather than envy.

“Some sweet dango,” he requested, the very mention of the treat causing his eyes to light up with anticipation. “And lots of sake.”

“You want to drink Alcohol?”

“Yup.”

Apacci’s lips curled into a tender smile as she twirled her keys around her finger, pivoting gracefully on her heel. “Got you.”

{Drinking tonight, are we? Who is the lucky lady to accompany you?}

‘How about everyone?’

{Hooo, an orgy. I’ll watch it from the sidelines then.}

‘Coward.’

{The Demon Empress is no coward but a bashful maiden in love,} Nami said with a giggle. {I have an idea to indulge Apacci’s Aspect of Death. Make her dress as a nun! Let her worship you and the land you walk upon. Roleplay as her god.}

‘That’s too much. I’m not going to degrade her existence just to raise her power.’

As much as he loved a nun cosplay, he’d never force Apacci to do anything against her wishes. He fought for his own freedom and believed that his lovers deserve nothing less than the same.

{Then you can turn her into your maid. Teach her the ways of a devoted maid!}

‘I’ll see.’

He nudged Sung-Sun. “I don’t see Tier anywhere.”

“Took the kid outside with Lisa,” Mila Rose chimed in with a mischievous grin. “You got replaced by a little girl. If you want to cry your heart out, feel free to borrow my shoulder.”

“Can I borrow your chest?”

“Eh, I don’t see any problem with that,” she giggled. “Just know Harribel-sama won’t ever replace you. She loves you too much.”

Sung-Sun guided his hands to squeeze her breasts. “You haven’t wifed her up yet. You may use my royal pair to heal your broken heart.”

“Don’t mind me.”

Mila Rose’s eyes narrowed as she watched Kazuya playfully teasing Sung-Sun’s breasts. Though she found Kazuya to be the epitome of all the traits she admired—strength, protection, and courage—there was an intangible force that held her back, preventing her from fully surrendering to her passion. All she could hear was the persistent whisper of her instincts, warning her that things would never work out with Kazuya.

He abruptly stopped his playful antics and directed his attention towards her. “Rose, like I told you before, you don’t have to bottle up your troubles and anxieties. We’re here to listen.”

“It’s nothing,” she deflected, evading the weight of her own feelings as she fumbled with the remote. “What do you wanna watch?

“Anything you suggest.”

Mila Rose searched through the channels, hoping to find something captivating, but all she found was a sea of mediocrity. “It’s all boring.”

“Husband, come to my room. We’ll read my spicy older women manga I borrowed from Lisa.”

Lisa had led her down the rabbit hole, and now Sung-Sun wanted to pull him in too. Unfortunately for them, he was already a bigger degenerate than both of them combined.

{They can’t compete with the Lords of Degeneracy.}

Mila Rose glared at Sung-Sun. “Why are you so damn horny all the time?!”

“You’re the strange one who doesn’t get horny around Husband!” Sung-Sun retorted with a cheeky laugh. “Husband, let’s make some heartwarming memories in my abode.”

“No, he’ll stay here.”

The Snake and Lioness began pulling at his arms in a literal tug-of-war. He found himself yanked back and forth, both growling at each other as they fought over him like he was a toy.

“Girls,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a chilling tone that sliced through their heated battle. “Stop this shit right now.”

Sung-Sun relented with a sigh. “I concede. Snakes aren’t meant to win against gorillas in raw strength.”

Mila Rose hugged his arm like a trophy and stuck out her tongue, her expression the epitome of childish gloating. “Loser~.”

Sung-Sun leaned in, her lips lightly brushing his cheek as she whispered her next move. “Husband, your objective now is to make her accept you as her mate. Succeed or no threesomes ever.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Losing the pleasure of a threesome, especially with the erotic Sung-Sun, was not even an option. After the earlier event in Hueco Mundo, he had full confidence to make Mila Rose accept him.

{Rise to the occasion, O’ Prince of Hollows.}