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Hello! First things first, I hope everyone is safe and having a good Labor day weekend!
Chapter 2 of my Rukia X Harem story is here! I'll try to update the story every other day or so. So please make sure you favorite and follow so you don't miss out when the next chapter is published! And please review. Con Cric is welcomed!
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"Yes please! This premise is very promising indeed." - 'ShikaruTo.
Thank you ShikaruTo! I hope you continue reading! After this chapter is when the story really starts.
Chapter 2: What A Freak
Her? -An escort? Rukia wanted to laugh out loud, but that was not in her nature so she settled for another dumb expression. "What?"
The man – named Shunsui – walked towards her. "You see, I only have about ¥357,500 in my savings account right now. We will need another ¥357,500 to pay for the operation . It's quite possible within one week if you manage to make that much and combined with my savings, we can pool that amount of money, maybe even more."
Rukia let that explanation sink in. To work as an escort? Never in her lifetime did she ever think of swallowing her dignity and sinking this low. She sucked in a jittery breath and asked, "But how am I going to be an escort? Look at me and my size. Does it look like I'm qualified for it?"
"So, you're willing to be an escort?" Shunsui asked with much surprise.
"Yes…" Rukia stuttered for a bit before continuing. "If that is what will save my father, then so be it." she replied.
Wonder was still etched in Shunsui's face. "Wow… I thought that you would be very resistant to the idea. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have blamed you if you outright rejected my suggestion."
"I'm going to admit that this is probably the weirdest thing I ever heard in my life…" Rukia paused for a bit, "But I'm willing to do anything for my dad," she finished with determination in her voice.
Empathy colored the other man's face. Shunsui cradled Rukia's left hand. Rukia tensed for a little bit. She wasn't used to other people touching her. She hoped that Shunsui did not notice her reaction, but one look at the elegant man told her that it had not been lost on the other man.
"Rukia," Shunsui began gently, "I'm sorry that I don't have another way to help you."
Rukia shook her head at the man. "No, don't worry about it, Mr. Kyōraku. I can't think of any other way either. I mean, where can you get ¥357, 500 that fast? So I'm very much willing to do this." Anxiety colored throughout Rukia's voice as she continued, "But I'm afraid I may not be escort material."
Mr. Kyōraku let go of her hand and stepped away, looking her up and down with scrutinizing eyes. Rukia, on the other hand, sat rigidly, feeling totally uncomfortable with someone paying her so much attention. She was more used to blending in with the background and deflecting attention away from herself.
"Take off your jacket," the elegantly dressed man commanded her.
She took it off right away, leaving her in her white sleeveless tank top, looked up at the other man, and gestured to her arms. It's been a long time since she revealed her arms to another person.
Mr. Kyōraku's jaw dropped. He then shook his head slightly and looked at Rukia's dad's direction, face scrunched up, "That foolish man! He never even knew that his daughter has tattoos all over her arms! I can't believe this! He's gonna get it from me once he wakes up!"
Rukia was amused at the words that came out from the elegant man's mouth. Damn, they must have been really close if he got to talk about her dad like that. However, she needed to clarify it to the older man.
"Mr. Kyōraku, my father actually knows about these tattoos. You see," Rukia gestured at her arms, "they used to be covered by scars. And I was able to convince my dad that I needed tattoos to cover the scars."
The elegant man looked at her pensively. "Is that so?" He looked at Jūshirō's direction again and smiled back at Rukia., "Then I guess I'll spare him from my beating."
A short silence flooded their room, with Mr. Kyōraku just observing her from afar.
"So…" Rukia broke the silence., "You see, Mr. Kyōraku, I probably will not qualify as an escort. I'm practically a tattooed freak," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
"No, you're dead wrong Rukia." Mr. Kyōraku spoke out.
That instantly got Rukia's attention, so she listened with rapid interest.
Mr. Kyōraku walked towards her again and touched her shoulder-length hair a bit. "You see, I can style you as a classy, but hipster woman. The tattoos add something unique to your aura that potential clients will be sure to at least notice. Will you stand up? Let me see your full height and body please."
She did as she was told and stood at her full 4"8' glory. She saw Mr. Kyōraku looking at her deeply. From the corner of her violet eyes, she notices him peeping at her ass. The other man continued to observe her, angling her face while mumbling under his breath, Rukia couldn't quite hear what he was saying nor attempted to possibly guess.
While observing her body more, Mr. Kyōraku thought to himself in his head: " Rukia might actually be 'escort material'. She might be different enough from all my employee's that the male clients might want to give her a shot. Two things that stand out with her: one, She has a gorgeous face paired with bright violet orbs that would seduce you on any given day if she tried. Two, while she may not have the big-bouncing-buoy-D-cup-breasts that jiggle and bounce off the walls like my employee's have, she has something else to make up for her lack of breast size; a hot-and-ready-big-peachy-ass. For a 4'8 19 year old, her peach is bootyful.. I think those two features of her would be enough to get her clients. While she seems shy and timid, I think I could transform her into quite a dirty whore ."
Mr. Kyōraku finally finished his observation and told her to sit back down. Rukia looked at the elegant man hopefully.
"Well?" Rukia asked.
"Don't worry, of course you pass. I would not have offered you the job if I thought you were not qualified. I just observed you better because we need to change some things so that you will stand out nicely from the other girls."
Rukia still did not understand why the other man thought she was qualified to be a high – class escort. "What makes you say I'm qualified, if I may ask?"
"Well, Rukia, I think you are being too hard on yourself. You see, you have such milky skin, probably a result of being covered by your jacket all the time, and your tattoos of that butterfly coiled in the length of your arm and that cross inside your elbow looks really cool. They contrast nicely to your pale white skin, and well to be honest, I'm kinda in the mood for some peaches after seeing your peach."
Rukia was surprised. Did her tattoos really look cool like that? And her peach?
"My peach?" Rukia asked Mr. Kyōraku. "Are you referring to my ass?" She demanded an explanation.
"Yes, your peach. Soon they're gonna change the name of that famous movie to 'Rukia And The Giant Peach.' Kyōraku chuckles out loud - "I'm just joking Rukia."
She listened as Mr. Kyōraku continued his explanation. Rukia blushes and feels embarrassed after hearing his perverted comments.
"Your height, or lack thereof, is a bit disappointing, I must admit, but it can be easily remedied by high heels anyway. Your petite stature may even serve as a way to catch the clients' attention. You see, most escorts are also pin up models, so they are significantly taller. Your height will be a nice contrast there."
Hearing that explanation made Rukia nervous. She probably would look like a child there, not that she was not; she was only 19. "Would that not make me look like a lost child in their midst?" she inquired.
Mr. Kyōraku continued "Not if we style you properly. Makeup and clothes can make you younger and older, depending on their use. Another thing, you have small breasts, which is not the usual size in the service. I think your size is 32 A, while most girls have B, C, and even D cups."
Rukia's jaw dropped. "D cup? Is that humanly possible?"
"Yeah, of course. These girls have breast implants to make their chests even bigger. Here, take a look at my phone."
Ria looked at his phone. He showed Rukia photos of some of his employee's:
The first photo shown to Rukia was a curvaceous woman but this time a tall blonde haired woman. There's a thin golden necklace wedge between her breasts and a pink scarf that covers
her shoulders.
The second photo shown was a slender-thick green eyed woman. Her black hair has bangs in the front with a long braid on the back of her hair.
The third and last photo shown was another curvaceous green wavy-hair girl with a skull on top of her head along with a crimson red line across her face. She also has a large black-inked number "3" tattoo on her back.
"Geez! All of their boobs are bigger than my face!" she answered with chagrin. "Wait, would that mean that I will need a big chest too? What would I do? Stuff my bra?" she wanted to panic.
The older man just chuckled. "No, don't worry about it anymore. Your breasts are on the small side because you yourself are petite. I think it would look disproportionate to you if you had too big boobs on your small body. So let's keep everything about you petite."
Rukia nodded, inwardly more relieved than she let on. At least her petite build would not get in the way of her plans. "Is that all?"
"Well, I probably will style you in a little black dress, make you look more like a hipster lady or a rocker chic." Kyōraku nodded to no one in particular, "Hmm. That will complete the package and make you really a great contrast to all the girls there who embody the femme fatale type. We can certainly make the clients notice you that way."
Rukia suddenly found her resolve weakening, but the sound of her dad's heart monitor made it all clear again: she would not back out of this. She looked directly at Mr. Kyōraku's eyes, anxiety filling her voice., "Mr. Kyōraku, can we please keep this a secret from my dad? I don't want him to get mad at me if he learns about what I did."
Kyōraku's face fell. "About that, I honestly wish that Jūshirō will not hate me for even suggesting this to you. But what can I do? I want him to live longer and the only one who can help me is you, his daughter." The elegant man paused, "Actually, let's just forget about all of this. What I said was ridiculous. Jūshirō will hate me for it."
When Rukia saw Mr. Kyōraku standing up and heading for the door, she could not help but chase him. "Wait, Mr. Kyōraku! I want this! I have decided on this. And it's not because of your encouragement or anyone's fault. I want to do this myself because I want to repay my dad for taking me out of that hell hole of an orphanage and raising me, even though I was not related to him in any way," she said, looking directly into the older man's eyes. "Please, let me do this," she said pleadingly.
The older man closed her eyes tightly and sighed. When he opened her eyes, he had a small smile on his face. "Okay. If that's what you want, Rukia."
Rukia also smiled, albeit tightly. She's not used to smiling a lot anyway. "Thanks, Mr. Kyōraku."
"Alright, I will need to return to my employee's now. Call me tomorrow, at 8 am for a few pointers. If you get everything right, you can start the same night. I will also give you the check for ¥357, 500 so you can get the operation started. You can pay the hospital fees in installments. I would have given you the checkbook right now, but I don't have my check with me."
Rukia nodded. "Thanks again, Mr. Kyōraku."
"Save your thanks for later, when you have your first pay." With that, the older man left the room.
Rukia, now left alone, checked on her father. He was still sleeping peacefully. Would she regret what she is about to do? Not at all. If this was how she could repay the kindness her adoptive father showed her, then so be it.