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Chapter - 18: Spanking bad spirits
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"Oh, look who finally showed up—the whore—after realizing she couldn't keep playing her little fucking game," says Zangetsu as she released a bit of her reiatsu onto her, making the air around me grow heavier.
Nothing to scoff at, really. That level of power was already more than enough to handle most lieutenants and even some captains of the Gotei 13.
Of course, there were exceptions. Yamamoto, Unohana, Shunsui, Zaraki, Ukitake… it was normal for them to be different from the others. They were the most experienced, the oldest, and their Zanpakutō the most dangerous.
And then there was Aizen. But honestly, I hadn't even considered him. Just the fact that he was "Aizen" said it all. An insane genius—almost too perfect.
He was so far ahead of everyone that it seemed he himself had to "create" me just to have an opponent on his level, and finally ease the loneliness he felt.
As for his comrades, they didn't worry me. At that time, they hadn't truly become dangerous yet. Sure, with me around, things could change.
It didn't take much to deviate everything from the original path. And for that reason, I had to be careful—no arrogance, no rushing. I had to first learn to use all of my power. Only then could I truly play at their level.
Meanwhile, my Quincy side didn't seem to care much about the reiatsu at all, looking at me like my presence was the only thing that mattered, completely ignoring Zangetsu as if she didn't even exist.
I have to admit it: I was pretty surprised to realize I was staring at what was basically a Rule63 version of Yhwach. And if up to that point I had never developed a kink for "mommy doms," well... I was definitely developing one now.
And then, a ridiculous thought hit me full-on: What if the real Yhwach was a woman? Yeah, I know... sounds crazy. But the one in front of me was a female version of him—or better yet, a fragment of his soul—so technically she should be a "she."
Naturally, there was the possibility that the fragment had adapted to me, to my inner world. That was plausible, right? After all, things worked differently here.
This was my space, shaped by my soul and my thoughts. And if my subconscious had decided that a female Yhwach was nicer to look at... well, who was I to argue with that?
But there was also another possibility. Maybe—and I mean maybe—Yhwach, in this world, had always been a woman. And maybe that's just the way it had always been from the very beginning.
And to be honest, the idea didn't bother me at all. Actually, I didn't mind it one bit. My goals remained the same, regardless of gender.
"You shouldn't be here," she said in a bored tone, looking at me like my presence was just a nuisance while completely ignoring Zangetsu, as if she didn't even exist.
"This is my inner world," I said, and as the words left my lips, I felt the world accept them, as the grass around me grew brighter.
No one could impose their will here, in this space suspended between thought and reality. Not even my spirits had authority over what happened in this place.
This was the reflection of the soul, a realm carved out by myself, by my desires and the past scars of this body, of not being able to protect one of the people most important to me.
Here, I was a King.
The world trembled—not violently, but as if it were responding to me, as if every fiber of this reality acknowledged my dominion.
It was a strange sensation, almost surreal… but at the same time, incredibly natural. In a way, I was like a Hadō god. I was emitting my Law, rewriting the rules of this inner world according to my will.
Every thought, every intention, was reflected in the reality around me. Common laws had no weight here. Only what I decided could exist.
And yet… it didn't feel excessive.
It was simply mine.
"Instead, why don't you tell me how you want to be called by me?" I said, with a calm but direct tone, letting the words slide between us like an invitation, not a command.
There was no challenge in my voice, no doubt. Just the sincere desire to know her for who she really was, not for what she was supposed to be to me or anything like that.
She looked at me, surprised. For a moment, she seemed lost, as if that simple question had pulled the ground from beneath her feet, and she lowered her gaze, as if searching within herself for an answer that satisfied her enough.
"I understand." She exhaled slowly, as if releasing a fragment of some ancient pain. "I am..." Her lips barely moved, but the words died before they could be born.
It wasn't hesitation, nor fear. It was something deeper, like an invisible force tightening her throat, stopping her from speaking that name that, once, had belonged to her.
Of course, I knew what was happening—the old monk had erased the name of the Quincy King, which naturally also affected the soul fragment within me.
She remained silent for a long moment. Then she lowered her gaze, closing her eyes. "That name was taken from me." Her voice was a whisper, heavy with bitterness and something that resembled resignation. When she opened them again, her eyes shone with a different light—more intense, more ancient. "I am Zangetsu."
That name spread through my inner world like a deep echo, as if the entire space was responding to it. It was strange, but also… right, and above all, I felt that something inside me was becoming stronger.
The Quincy power within me, which at first had seemed confused and, in a sense, weak, was now beginning to take on a clearer form and a more solid weight than before.
Closer to me. More mine. Maybe this was exactly what I needed to finally move forward with the Fullbring—a solid foundation, something I could truly understand and feel.
It had been similar with Mugetsu. It wasn't just about learning a technique… I first had to feel a connection with my spirits. Only then had I been able to understand it, to truly use it.
"Zangetsu, then…" I repeated, savoring the name. Then I looked at her with a half-smile. "Though… I wouldn't mind giving you a name of your own. One that really belongs to you."
She looked at me surprised, as if she hadn't expected it. She remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, "A name of my own…?"
I nodded. "Yes. Not as part of someone else. But as yourself."
She seemed to truly think about it. Her eyes dropped for a moment, as if she were searching for something within herself. Then she looked back at me. "And… what name would you choose?"
I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want something complicated, just something that felt right for her. Something that represented her the way I saw her.
"Thessa." She raised an eyebrow. "What does it mean?"
"The angel of God. And also home, or family… in a way." I shrugged. "Because, even though you're not a spirit born entirely from me, you were formed with me, walking by my side. You're like a fragment of bright light that shows the way when I start to lose it."
She looked at me in silence for a moment. Then, almost with surprise, she smiled. Not a polite smile, but a real one. One of those that warms you inside. "Thessa... I like it."
Zangetsu, my hollow side, made a disgusted gesture and stepped forward, the jealousy obvious in the way she gritted her teeth. "Bullshit," she growled. "I'm his sword. Just because he used his Authority to erase your name from your very existence, doesn't give you the right to push me aside and become the center of his power."
She stared back at her, unflinching. "It would be dangerous for him to attract the attention of the Shinigami or the Quincy. My priority is, and always will be, to protect him."
Zangetsu clenched her fists. "Really? You were hiding the truth to protect him? Or are you just trying to protect yourself?"
There was a pause, then, in a quieter voice, almost nostalgic, the other Zangetsu spoke: "In the beginning, I hadn't expected him to use my power so soon. Not to mention the sheath... His presence changed many things that I wished had remained unchanged, however... the meadow was pleasant."
"I can agree with that," Zangetsu huffed. "But that doesn't change the current situation, and I fully intend to solve it in the most violent way possible." Her tongue ran slowly over her lips, and a sword materialized in her hand.
To be clearer, imagine a sword that is enormous and thick, as black as night, streaked with thin white and blue filaments that seem to pulse with every movement.
The guard is just as massive, with a handle wrapped in a white cloth, as if it had been designed for one specific purpose: to destroy everything in its path.
Yes, Zangetsu had changed. And I can't say it surprised me. After all, it was clear by now that even my Templates were changing along with my powers.
I only realized it at this moment, but it was probably Avalon's doing that they had managed to stay calm since I arrived in my inner world.
Those different energies, normally unstable and at odds with each other, now seemed to coexist in a kind of forced harmony, as if something—or someone—was holding them together behind the scenes.
On the other side, the newly named Thessa—had already taken control of the field. In her hand, a construct of reishi was taking form with precision and power. In just a few moments, it had transformed into a massive blue sword, vibrating with spiritual energy.
As for me? I intervened in the most obvious way I could think of, being the impulsive teenager that I was, and with my hand raised, I gave their big, juicy asses a good smack, which honestly were perfect for my palm.
Screams - or rather moans overlapped:
"Hnnnngh~!"
"H-hmh...?~!"
The Hollow, trembling, turned with heart-shaped eyes. "Aah~ King~ you're so… violent where it's needed~"
My Quincy side turned with a jolt, visibly blushing on the cheeks as the construct vanished from her hands, and her gaze fixed on me "..."
"I didn't think you'd hit me there," she whispered. Then she barely raised her gaze, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "But... if it helped calm the Hollow, then... it's fine like this."
I crossed my arms, a smile halfway between smug and mischievous. "No clichés. No inner war between 'opposing sides.' No shonen pantomime. This is my world, and I'm in charge. And here, we don't argue." I took a step forward. "We enjoy. We live. We obey. And we adore each other."
The Hollow threw herself on the floor and rubbed herself at my feet with a mischievous smile. "If you want a threesome, I wouldn't mind at all~ Although I doubt that little bitch could last that long~ But I wouldn't mind training her to watch with her heart eyes as I take it up the ass~"
Thessa didn't respond, as she tried to ignore the obscene comment, clearly not knowing how to reply, even though she kept throwing me glances that, honestly, I couldn't quite figure out.
"Enough, Yuki." I looked at her firmly and said without hesitation:
She paused for a moment, her eyes locked on mine, as if those words held a different weight. She didn't speak right away, and for a second, it seemed like she was processing the novelty of that name.
Her eyes, once wild and a little restless, now shone with a light I had never seen before. "Yuki?" she finally asked, almost whispering, as if the name was new to her, but at the same time, it didn't bother her too much.
"Yes, Yuki." My voice was calm but determined. "Don't you like it? Naturally, you should have a human name too, since you're an important part of me."
Yuki stayed silent for a moment, but then her gaze shifted. It was no longer the provocative smile I had seen before, but something more genuine, more pure.
A kind of expression I had never imagined coming from her. And then, finally, she smiled. "I like it," she said, her tone sounding incredibly human, despite her nature.
I nodded. "Perfect. Now come here."
They looked at each other.
Yuki with impatient, mischievous eyes, Thessa with a bit of indecision but also a clear desire that couldn't be hidden and that burned just beneath her skin.
And as the two of them approached me—one rubbing against me like a cat in heat, the other resting her head on my shoulder—I thought, yes, maybe my inner world was a mess.
But it was my mess.
And I wouldn't change it for the world.
"You want to know, right?" I asked, not being too specific.
"You mean… the Waifu catalog, huh?" Zangetsu commented after a few seconds of silence. Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of amused curiosity.
I sighed, barely shrugging my shoulders. "So that stuff was downloaded into your brain too?" I asked without too much concern. After all, they were parts of me. There was no need to hide anything.
"Everything," Thessa replied without hesitation. "We know you are a Contractor. That you have the ability to travel between worlds, and that in each world you can find women, power and credits to spend."
My Hollow side, Yuki, burst out laughing. "Kuhuhu~ What an interesting idea! A separate system for building an inter-dimensional harem. A little god of lust collecting waifu as treasures is not a bad thing at all."
"Basically, yes, the company is cruel... But I don't mind having all that and more, I'm greedy too". I chuckle too.
"Kuhaha! The first thing you should do, King, is stamp all the girls around you, especially that slutty cat. I can't wait to see her on her knees licking your cock and drooling." Yuki smiles broadly.
"You should sell all the enemies for more credits..." Thessa then added, with her usual calmness and relentless logic: "But first of all, you should mark us. Without that first move, we risk not getting the full advantage."
"Yes, the bitch is right!" Yuki responded, reflecting on her advice. "Since each of us has a unique personality, we need to be capture targets. It's natural that we'll need to get the full benefit, and the credits will follow."
It wasn't a bad idea...
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