After Gabriel had issued his command, the Sin went to train on their own. They were honing their skills like no other, fighting as if their lives were on the line.
Lilith was training with Adam. His power was quite helpful.
Using his Fullbring, he would heal her if she ever needed it. It frustrated her to some level—the way his gaze was only on her. For fuck's sake, if she didn't check herself, she might have thought this guy was into dudes.
But her power did work, a part of it at least. If you could feel any sexual attraction at all, it didn't matter at what, she could put it to the max and have you horny.
Adam, in fact, could get there. Pure-ish or not, he was a man, and biologically he was the same as every guy out there.
So why... why the fuck was he looking at her in the eyes? Her tits were right there.
She almost wanted to blow off her frustration by going to suck off some other guy to blow off steam, but she paused on that thought. She doesn't really do cheating.
Nor does she wish to see what comes of him being heartbroken. She doesn't think she could handle it... since when did she care about other people's feelings?
Also, yes, she doesn't cheat. Yes, she takes a lot of dicks, but those were one-night stands. That's another thing compared to being in a relationship. Though she does go for people in relationships—girl or guy, it doesn't matter to her. Kitty-on-kitty action, or if it's a dick, it didn't matter much.
Could turn a straight girl gay, and a straight man into loving pegging or gay. Same could be said the other way around. She was lust incarnate, so why the fuck did it feel like she married purity?
"Lillith, you okay... your cheeks are red?" Adam questioned innocently.
She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
"I am fine~" she said softly, her tits bouncing a bit.
"You are not. Your eyes dilate when you lie." How the fuck does he notice that? For fuck's sake, you had the embodiment of lust in front of you. The fuck do your eyes have to go to hers, dammit.
"You're probably seeing things, Adam~kun," her voice was soft and sensual, almost felt like giving sex a voice. {I am being deadass—unless you are Luffy-level dense or Goku and Tanjiro-level pure... you will fold to her, unless you think you have more willpower than Yhwach.}
He got close to her and looked her in the eyes.
"Lillith, you didn't eat dinner this morning. Let me help." Opening the palm of his hand, he pulled on the soul in the air, and before she knew it... a cheesecake appeared in his palm.
Did he just turn air into a cheesecake? Fuck yeah.
Fullbring was indeed this OP, and Adam had been really good with it. He had always been talented, and while the leader was stronger, he was a better Fullbringer.
As for why that was said... well, if he does fight later, you shall see.
POV change to Gabriel and his four wives.
Gabriel could be seen sparring with Mila-Rose. She was quite fast and animalistic, in some sort of segunda etapa state—a fusion with her dragon.
Also, dragon growth wasn't stagnant. It, in fact, grew a lot. Negative emotion powered it, and in the kingdom of hollows, and the fact Mila-Rose knew where Gabriel's lab was... a quick trip to the lab already powered up her dragon greatly.
She could deadass be a Sin. Probably would be considered a mid-tier Sin, but she was still Sin-level. Sun-Sun was stronger than her. Mila-Rose had no clue how. Almost felt like the snake was cheating somehow... she was.
Though she didn't need to know that.
Sun-Sun practically took Gabriel's essence anytime they did it and used said essence to strengthen herself—the one time swallowing nut gave a boost, and Gabriel was unaware of that fact. He was passively making them stronger because Gabriel absolutely refused to wear a rubber.
He was king. No one was making him wear that shit. Plus, with his power, worst-case scenario, he could make the nut come out his balls or his toes or something.
If he was going balls-deep into you, he was going balls-deep into you. No ifs, nor buts about it.
Yes, we were talking about how strong Sun-Sun was and somehow shifted to the king liking going raw and liking when they bounce on it.
Gabriel, in fact, didn't care about the body fat of someone. The way he viewed the world, he didn't care. And while yes, he liked a tit/thigh job as much as the next guy—big girl or skinny girl—it didn't matter.
Though in his experience, big girls were like the best cooks, especially if they had this thing in their elbow. The best food he ever tasted came from them, and with love handles, there was something to hold while he... {this is a somewhat PG-13 book}
(BULLSHIT)
Once more, Gabriel felt like some people were talking, but he couldn't hear it. He could sense it, but he couldn't see it yet.
Something was off.
This small moment of him pondering gave Mila-Rose her chance to land her most powerful attack.
KABOOM
As the explosion vanished, Gabriel looked unaffected, though his clothes were destroyed. He was shirtless now... with pants on.
"Annoying," Mila-Rose sounded disappointed. If he didn't know any better, he would think she wanted him dead. Though he could tell she was jealous, he pulled her close.
"I smell jealousy." She looked away, acting as if she didn't enjoy his touch.
He smiled a bit.
"It's because I am giving Aurelón special care, ain't it?"
"It's not," she acted like she didn't care, as if she didn't feel like he was pampering Harribel a bit more. The hell you mean? No matter how many people in the bed, Harribel always guaranteed a spot in his arms... no fair.
He sighed a bit... fuck. No chocolate coochie for him today. He needed to get her better before he even got the whiff of it. And while yes, he had other wives, it's something called caring about their feelings, and he is not trying to be the dick who acts like that—even if he would really like to be the dick in her... oh well, stuff happens.
Back to Soul Society, as they were discussing the invitation.
Viking Hrólf Stormbearer of the North crossed his arms, the storm in his hammer sparking with contained fury. "Hueco Mundo has made demands. They offer this... tournament." His voice rumbled like distant thunder. "If we wish to strike the demon before he rises any further, we cannot ignore this."
Shaman Ixbalanqué Ajaw-Tezcat, representing the South, nodded solemnly. His body adorned with ceremonial markings that glowed faintly, a reflection of the ancient power he wielded. "Agreed. This may be our chance to suppress his rise while the world still watches. We cannot afford hesitation."
Hrólf's eyes gleamed, lightning dancing across his hammer as he slung it over his shoulder. "Perfect timing, too. Been crushing Draugr for days. Bored out of my mind. This one? He'll know what it means to face true ruin." {Called hollow Draugr; if you go back a few chapters, you will see why}
A tense silence followed, the weight of decision heavy in the council hall. Yet both leaders were resolved. If Hueco Mundo was offering a stage, they would meet it. The storm gathered in Hrólf's presence—a prelude to the chaos he intended to unleash.
The pieces were in motion. The worlds were about to collide. The tournament wasn't just sport—it was the opening act in a war that would shake reality itself.