The next day, everything was going just fine. The sun was doing its thing, Gabriel may or may not have captured one of those dragons and may or may not have been having fun with its soul, seeing all the complex ways it could be shaped.
He had to deal with two women asking him if he saw anything, and he kind of acted like a dumb tourist unaware of what they were. One of them let it slip that those things were called dragons. How neat.
Anyway, he was planning to make a beast, maybe like the giant creature he saw in his dreams. Hm.
Maybe, yeah, the dragon soul would be used to create a powerful beast, one that he may or may not seal inside Mila-Rose or Apacci. Not Sun-Sun—she wouldn't be able to tame this mindless beast. Someone with a warrior's personality would do.
He'd find some shit to give Sun-Sun later.
But hey, he slept well. He turned the snake lady's legs into jelly, her guts into ooze, and so on.
It was probably a good night for everyone—except for Apacci.
Because Apacci had seen some shit.
She sat at the breakfast table, arms crossed, idly chewing on her food while her eyes kept darting toward Sun-Sun. The damn snake was acting normal, sipping her tea like she hadn't been absolutely wrecked last night. Like she hadn't been moaning Gabriel's name so sweetly that Apacci wanted to take a spiritual bleach shower.
It was the second time.
The second time she had walked in on Gabriel plowing someone.
First Harribel. Now Sun-Sun.
And those sounds she heard? Oh, those were not clapping sounds. Those were meat-slapping, soul-clenching, life-altering noises.
She could not describe what the fuck those sounds were. Like, for fuck's sake, she wondered how Mila-Rose could sleep through them. Probably because the walls were very thick. Still, watching her friend biting the damn pillow was not something she expected to cross out on her bingo card.
She sighed, stabbing at her food. It wasn't her business. She didn't care. But every time she looked at Gabriel now, her mind betrayed her—flashing back to the look of sheer bliss she had seen on Harribel's and Sun-Sun's faces.
Was it really that good?
Nope. Nope. Not thinking about it. Absolutely not.
She had better things to focus on. Like, uh... food. Yeah.
Speaking of which, the breakfast buffet was stacked.
Mila-Rose was loading up her plate like she was preparing for war, piling on meats, bread, eggs—hell, anything that looked remotely edible. Meanwhile, Gabriel, ever the gentleman, was pulling out a chair for Harribel before taking his own seat beside her.
Then, without hesitation, he did the same for Sun-Sun.
Apacci's eye twitched.
Of course, he did.
Gabriel, sipping his drink, suddenly caught Apacci's gaze. He raised an eyebrow. "Something on my face?"
She had been staring at him for a long-ass time. Did he have something on his face or some shit?
Her body stiffened.
Shit. Abort, abort, abort.
"No! I was just—uh—lost in thought," she lied, looking anywhere but at him.
Sun-Sun, ever the smug snake, shot her a knowing smile over the rim of her cup.
And all Apacci could see was last night.
Sun-Sun, pinned down.
Her tongue hanging out.
Her ass up.
Gabriel—
Nope. Nope. NOPE.
Her mind was getting dirty, and she refused.
She was a pure girl. A respectable girl.
Absolutely no thoughts of—
...
She needed more food.
And thus, she continued to stuff herself, not even daring to look up to meet Sun-Sun's gaze. Any action she did reminded Apacci of that night—the way she drank the wine, the way she licked her lips, the way she sighed.
Everything reminded her of that very fateful day when her friend was getting her guts pounded into next week. Fuck.
Think of happy thoughts.
She thought of puppies. Then reindeer, galloping around in their field. Even thought of herself back when she first turned into a Hollow. Shit was a grind—avoiding male Hollows left and right, trying not to become someone's snack.
In Hueco Mundo, if a Hollow called you a snack, nine times out of ten, he meant it literally. He was going to eat you. So, you know, being a snack in Hueco Mundo didn't mean you were hot—it just meant someone wanted to devour you.
She didn't remember much of her Gillian days—just a bunch of voices in her mind. She was probably that mindless for a solid hundred years or so, or some shit like that.
Then an Adjucha, surviving on her own for god knows how long, before joining Harribel's group. Like a year or so after she joined, they came across this male Hollow.
He looked weird. Sure, he looked like an Adjucha, yet he was more human-like. Even more surprising, he remembered his human life.
The first time she saw him, all she could see was hellfire. Something demonic. Something that should be killed. That was what she saw when he released his power. The primal energy made her just want to submit to it.
Then somehow, the bastard became a Vasto Lorde because he wanted to... She was still salty about that. Yes, she later became a powerful Arrancar, but she never reached the Vasto Lorde stage.
Then that same male Hollow took Harribel as his main mate. Like ten-ish years later, he was now pounding the snake.
She sighed to herself as her imagination changed to her getting her shit pounded.
'No, no. I am a pure girl,' she scolded herself.
She would never want such a thing.