Warning: Lemon! Yuri!
Chapter Two
The next day…
Ichigo lay in bed, snoozing softly. On the wall a clock ticked away while the Substitute Soul Reaper slept. Slowly, as dawn came through the window and began to slowly illuminate the room with morning light, the teen stirred from slumber.
"Nghhh!" Ichigo groaned before sitting up in bed, stretching out and feeling bones pop back into place. Feeling a sudden weight in the chest, Ichigo's eyes opened and shriek left her lips when she saw her breasts, realizing that what happened the day before had not been some bad nightmare. "Oh my god!" Pulling the covers up, she discovered that she was naked and still a woman.
"Jeez, you're loud…" came a voice from her right. Ichigo looked to her side to see one of the girl's from the hot tub yesterday, the girl Ichigo nicknamed Petite, lying next to her. Like Ichigo she was also naked, save for a pair of pink panties.
"Can't a lady get some sleep?" said a voice from Ichigo's opposite side. Ichigo was just as surprised to see the other girl, Redhead, lying next to her as well, wearing nothing but white panties.
"What are you doing? And why are you naked?" Ichigo asked, pulling the covers to cover her naked body out of embarrassment.
Yawning, the two girls sat up. "You seemed so distressed yesterday that we came to check up on you. When we saw you tossing and turning we decided to spend the night with you to try to keep you company," explained Petite.
"Don't know why you're so hung up on us being naked." Redhead grabbed the sheet from Ichigo's hand and pulled it away. Ichigo shivered from the cold air as it hit her hot naked body. "You can relax, Ichigo. We've already seen you naked. We were just trying to help."
"I…I see…" Ichigo said. As the two escorts got off the bed Ichigo covered herself with the sheets again. "I'd feel better if I was a boy again…"
"Don't worry. Madame Dominista will keep her word and will turn you back to normal as soon as you've cleared your debt with her." Redhead took Ichigo by the hand and pulled her out of bed. "Now let's get you cleaned up and ready. Your hair's a mess. We need to get you ready for today."
"Ready?" Ichigo repeated as Petite put a robe around her before the two women started to lead her out of the room. "You mean…"
"Yep! Madame Dominista already got you your first client!" Petite happily chirped. "You're going to have one heck of a first day on the job."
As Ichigo was guided to a large lavish bathroom, her assistants pulled the robe off of her before stepping out of their panties. Soon Ichigo found herself in a shower as big as her house's bathroom, feeling uncomfortable as she was bathed by the two. She blushed as a sponge lathered with soap touched her behind courtesy of Redhead while Petite shampooed her hair. "Why are you girls doing this?" she asked.
"Madame Dominista asked us to take care of you while you're in her employ," said Redhead, "You'll need some help to get adjusted to being a woman while you're here. I know that Madame Dominista seems cruel for what she did to you-"
"She turned me into a woman and forced me to be an escort!" Ichigo angrily retorted.
"Well you DID cost her our number one girl," she countered back. "But I'll admit that her reaction was a little extreme. I know it doesn't seem that way but she's really sweet once you get to know her."
Sighing, Ichigo closed her eyes and tried to relax, sighing as Petite's hands massaged her scalp. Her cheeks turned pink when Redhead's sponge came dangerously close to her privates. "She said I'd only have to escort female clients."
"Uh huh. Like she told you, you don't have anything to worry about. And don't worry," Petite smirked. "When we say women, we mean it. I don't think Madame Dominista is going to try to foist a transgender person on you or something like that."
"But…if I only have to see female clients, then why couldn't she just have Daihime see female clients?" Ichigo pointed out. "The whole reason she quit was because she hated dating sleazy guys."
"Daihime was a drama queen." Redhead rolled her eyes. "She never made her emotions known until she was off the deep end. If she as really that distressed she should have said something straight to Dominista. Not to some stranger who convinced her to quit on the spot."
"Sorry…"
"She could have refused to go on the job if she wanted. Madame Dominista has never forced us to do anything we don't want to. Like she said," Redhead said before giving Ichigo's ass a light smack. "We're not prostitutes."
"Hey!" Ichigo yelped indignantly.
"Now, now, no need to get bent out of shape." Petite turned off the water and the pair of women began to dry off Ichigo. "Let's get you ready."
In a matter of minutes, Ichigo found herself sat down in front of a salon mirror, clad in a black bra and panties while her two assistants start to doll her up with makeup. "Is this really necessary?" she asked uncomfortably while Redhead combed her hair and Petite started to paint her nails.
"What? You have to look the part, remember?" Redhead said, putting down the comb to grab a can of hairspray. "We can't have you going out looking like some schoolgirl. You're a lady now, Ichigo."
Ichigo never really had much experience with makeup. His sisters never really used it, even after they started to go through puberty and blossom into young women. Karin had always been a tomboy and Yuzu didn't really care much about her appearance that much to use it. So for Ichigo the whole experience of being dolled up was extremely uncomfortable. After her nails, hair and face was properly done, the duo slipped her into a simple red dress. "This doesn't seem that fancy," Ichigo pointed out as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well, you're not going to a fancy restaurant or anything. You'll just be accompanying your client around town for the day. That's all," Petite explained.
Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this escort job wouldn't be so bad after all. "Okay, who is my client again?" she asked while Redhead picked out a pair of shoes for her.
"It's an old friend of yours actually. Captain Unohana set up with her to help you feel more comfortable with your new…condition." Redhead gestured to Ichigo's new female form.
Ichigo's heart went cold. 'Captain Unohana told someone about this?! This can't possibly get any worse!' "Who'd she get?"
An hour later…
'I stand corrected. It can get worse. Much worse…'
Standing in the hallway, Ichigo's face was bright red as a certain strawberry blonde walked through the door. "Oh my goodness!" Rangiku gasped when she got a good look at the orangette standing in front of her. "Captain Unohana wasn't joking! Ichigo, you're a hottie!"
Ichigo gave a meek hello before looked at the ground awkwardly. "Hey, Rangiku. They tell you what happened."
"Yeah, you really bit off more than you can chew," Rangiku said, looking amused at Ichigo's predicament. "So after Captain Unohana told me and the SWA what happened, I decided to come hire to join me in town. Son't worry," she said, giving Ichigo a comforting smile. "I'll make sure you get comfortable being a woman."
Ichigo couldn't help but feel calmer by Rangiku's smile. She could tell that the lieutenant was here to help and to help Ichigo in her sticky situation. "Thanks, Rangiku."
"Goody! Now then," Rangiku took hold of Ichigo's hand. "Let's go!"
"Wait! Where are we going?" Ichigo asked as Rangiku led her out of the building.
"What any pair of girls do when they head off to town: shopping!"
Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. Things didn't seem to be so bad after all.
Hours later…
Ichigo was in hell.
"Ooooh! This will look cute on you!" Rangiku reached onto a rack of clothes and picked out another expensive looking dress for her to wear.
"Is this really necessary?" asked Ichigo from within the dressing room, feeling embarrassed from head to toe. When Rangiku told her that they were going shopping for clothes, Ichigo thought that it would be Rangiku doing the wearing.
"Of course! Orihime's too busy to go shopping with me and Rukia and Isane can't get a day off. I was so lucky that Captain Hitsugaya let me have the day off."
Meanwhile…
Squad 10; Captain's Office
What Rangiku didn't know was that Toshiro let her have the day off not as a reward for any hard work she put in. While Rangiku was out, the short captain was busy turning the office upside down looking for her hidden stashes of alcohol. "Come on, I know she has more stashed somewhere," he grunted as he took off the cushions on the couch. "She's always getting drunk every time I turn around. Where is she keeping all those-" Toshiro found a hidden compartment in the mattress of the couch and opened it up to find several bottles of sake inside.
"Jackpot!"
Back to Ichigo…
Ichigo had been dragged from one store after the other, forced to try on more stuff. To further the awkward tension, Rangiku would start trying on dresses herself, showing off her body in some of the most risqué outfits that Ichigo had seen.
But things only got worse from there.
Before long, Rangiku started having Ichigo try on different pairs of bras and panties. "Rangiku? I don't really…" Ichigo started from behind the dressing room curtain. She didn't see the point in this since Petite and Redhead told her that Madame Dominista already had a large wardrobe picked out for her.
"Oh come on, Ichigo! Let me see!" The curtain was pushed aside as Rangiku stepped into the dressing room. Rangiku's eyes lit up when she saw the transformed Ichigo standing in a pair of sexy black lace bra and panties. "Oh my! And I thought Orihime was a cutie! Whatever Dominista did to your body I'm impressed!"
Ichigo's blush reached maximum levels. "Rangiku! I'm a guy, remember!"
"Not for the moment, you're not," Rangiku reminded. "Why not enjoy the moment, Ichigo? Or at least do it for me. That's the reason you're here after all. Put your clothes back on while I try on a few items," she winked before leaving.
Stammering, Ichigo closed the curtain behind Rangiku and quickly put her clothes back on. The two ladies switched positions and Ichigo sat down in a chair. She sat there awkwardly, nervously fidgeting while avoiding the jealous stares by some of the other women. 'Great. Not only did I get turned into a woman, but they dolled me up so much that other chicks are getting jealous. And even worse, the others in the Soul Society know I'm like this.' A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what Rukia and Renji might say if they saw Ichigo now. 'Or worse, what if Byakuya and Kenpachi see me.' Ichigo shuddered at the thought.
"So what do you think? Does it look good on me?"
Rangiku pulled back the curtain. Ichigo's eyes widened and she felt her blood grow hot at the sight of Rangiku wearing a very sexy pink lingerie, her massive jugs pushed up by a lace bra. Her lower half was practically on display thanks to the thong she was wearing. 'Well…at least I know I still find girls attractive…' Ichigo thought as she stared.
The lieutenant chuckled at Ichigo's reaction. "I'll take that as a yes." She closed the curtain to try on more underwear. Ichigo turned away and took a deep breath. 'I hope she's almost done. I want this date done and over with.'
Hours later…
'Good grief,' lamented Ichigo as she carried multiple bags in her hands. 'Tatsuki and Orihime never go this shopping crazy…'
Rangiku had continued to drag Ichigo from store to store, making her try on countless dresses, underwear and swimsuits. As they walked down the street Ichigo blushed from how everyone was looking at them. "Does everyone have to stare?"
An arm wrapped around her waist. "Aww, don't be so uptight, Ichigo. We're just two ladies strutting our stuff," she said confidently. "I'm here to make you feel better. So let's have some more fun." Her eyes lit up when she saw a nearby photobooth. "Oooh! Let's go take a few pictures!"
'Great. Because the last thing I need is photo evidence of this.' But Ichigo could understand that Rangiku was doing her best to help her make the best of a bad situation and she could respect that. There was a reason Orihime looked up to her after all.
The two got into the booth and spent the next few minutes taking multiple poses. After the roll of photos came out, Ichigo couldn't deny the truth: she was pretty attractive.
Grabbing their bags, Rangiku guided Ichigo towards her hotel where she was staying at. "I spotted this place the last time I was here. I would lodged there but Orihime's was the better suited place."
"Oh? What kind of place is it?"
Later…
'Because of course Rangiku would stay at a love hotel…'
In a room as lavish as the one Ichigo was staying in, Ichigo sat in a chair while Rangiku laid out her purchases on a huge heart-shaped bed. "So I guess we're done for the day?" Ichigo asked, wondering if she should return to the escort service now that Rangiku was done shopping.
Rangiku pouted. "Ichigo! What kind of date would this be if I didn't see you try on some on some of the stuff I picked out for you?"
Ichigo looked at the pair of underwear that Rangiku was holding out. "Uhhh, why didn't you have me try them on back at the shop?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," Rangiku slyly said. "Come on, try it on."
"Okay," Ichigo relented, deciding to humor Rangiku. She'd tried on enough underwear. What was the harm of one more? "I'll go change in the bathroom then."
"Now, now," Rangiku protested. "There's nobody else here but me. You don't have to worry about being modest." Rangiku winked at her. "Besides, I've seen women naked before. What do you think me and Orihime did at her place while I was staying?" she insinuated.
Ichigo blushed but decided to relent. With shaking hands she undressed, turning away from Rangiku as she slid down her underwear. Because of this, she missed the mischevious gleam in Rangiku's eyes as well as the smile creeping across her face, her tongue licking her lips as she got a good look at Ichigo's rump.
As she put on the underwear Rangiku handed her, Ichigo realized how skimpy it really was. The black bra only covered the bottom half of her breasts, her nipples completely exposed. Even more to her chagrin, the panties Rangiku gave her was an even skimpier thong. "Rangiku? What is thi-KYAAA!" Ichigo squeaked uncharacteristically when hands palmed her barely covered ass.
"Oh my goodness!" Rangiku purred, her face close to Ichigo's round rump. "You're even cuter!" Her fingers dug into Ichigo's juicy ass, making Ichigo shiver from her warm touch.
"Rangiku? What are you doing?" Ichigo was almost taken off balance by the hands on her rump and put her hands on the wall.
"Didn't I tell you before? I came here to make you more comfortable in your new body. Just relax and let Rangiku do her magic. By the time we're done, you'll have completely forgotten what it was like to be a boy."
"I don't think I like the sound of-OH!" Ichigo gasped again when Rangiku's hand lightly spanked her, the strawberry blonde watching as Ichigo's cheeks jiggled. "Rangiku!"
"Heheh, sorry. You have such a nice booty that it begs to be played with." Standing up, Rangiku turned her around. Ichigo's eyes widened when she saw that Rangiku had undressed herself while Ichigo was looking away, wearing nothing but the lingerie she showed Ichigo earlier. "Don't worry, Ichigo. I'll show you how good being a woman can feel…"
"Ran-Mmmh!"
As lithe but strong arms wrapped around Ichigo, Rangiku leaned forward and planted her lips on Ichigo's to claim her first kiss. Ichigo's brain short-circuited for a second from shock before she slowly melted into the kiss. Rangiku's hands soothingly went up her back, calming her down while she continued to kiss the escort. Ichigo slowly put her hands on Rangiku's waist, closing her eyes as the woman kissed her again and again, enjoying the softness of her warm lips. When she finally pulled away, Rangiku saw the dazed look on Ichigo's face. "Teehee! Was that too much?"
Ichigo snapped out of it and took a step back, only for her to hit the wall behind her. "Rangiku, I'm…I don't think I'm supposed to…" She remembered Dominista insisting that sex wasn't a part of her job. And while Ichigo figured they'd agree to disagree on that part, she wasn't about to go and prove Dominista wrong.
Putting a finger to Ichigo's lips, Rangiku gently ran a hand through her long, silky hair. "I'm aware. But I'm not asking you to do this as part of your job." Rangiku's hand snaked down until it reached Ichigo's ass, squeezing her cheek gently. "And I can tell from the way you were acting when I was showing off my good stuff that you were getting hot and bothered. So tell me, Ichigo, do you want me?" she asked sincerely.
There was no denying that Ichigo was extremely attracted to Rangiku and having the scantily clad woman in front of her was irresistibly tempting. Seeing the seductive, yet honest look in her eyes told Ichigo that she wanted her, not as an escort but as a friend.
Also, no man or woman could resist such glorious breasts pressing against them.
"Yes…" Ichigo whispered back, overwhelmed by a woman's arousal.
Pressing Ichigo against the wall, Rangiku kissed her again. This time Ichigo started to get into it, kissing her back while her arms wrapped around Rangiku's waist. Rangiku moaned into the orangette's lips when she felt Ichigo's warm hands begin to grope her perfect ass. Her hands went to Ichigo's breasts, squeezing them and making Ichigo gasp. She took advantage of Ichigo's opened mouth and slipped her tongue into her wet orifice. "Mmmh…" she moaned while her tongue explored the female Ichigo's mouth.
"Mmmh…" Ichigo moaned in return, her body heating up. She could feel a very strange feeling begin to build inside her. Her arousal felt so different than when she was a boy and she couldn't control it. Not when the barely clothed Rangiku was making out with her and feeling her up. Her tongue met Rangiku's and the two began to kiss much sloppier, their dirty moaning filling the room.
When they parted for air, Ichigo started to pant, Rangiku enjoying the dazed yet wanton look on her face. She noticed Ichigo staring down at her chest and smirked. "You like what you see?" Reaching behind her, she unclipped her bra and let Ichigo's eyes feast on the biggest chest in the Soul Society. She cupped her massive melons and cooed as her fingers brushed her hard nipples. She looked at the transformed Ichigo's chest and smirked. "What cute little nipples she had," she noted, eying Ichigo's perky nipples. Grabbing Ichigo's hands, Rangiku kept her pinned to the wall while rubbing her breasts into hers. "How would you like an erect nipple attack?"
Ichigo gasped when Rangiku's hard nipples started rubbing with her own. Heat burned in her chest, her legs starting to shake. Her body felt so sensitive and every touch from Rangiku threatened to send her mind into the abyss that was mindless ecstasy. Her fingers lacing with Rangiku's, Ichigo started to push back, their heavy chests continuing to rub together, both women's nipples kissing.
"So hot…" Ichigo panted. "My chest feels so hot…"
"Heheheh," Rangiku chuckled. "That means you're feeling good. I'll be sure to take my time and teach you all the pleasures of being a woman." Ichigo hissed when Rangiku pressed her knee into her crotch. Rangiku's smiled widened by a hair when she felt a dampness in the thong she gave the girl. "I can already tell you're enjoying this." Pulling away from Ichigo, the lieutenant guided the shaking Substitute over to the heart-shaped bed. Reaching it, Rangiku embraced the orangette in another deep kiss before pushing her down onto it. Ichigo landed on the fluffy bed and stared up at Rangiku, who was looking down at her with eyes teeming with lust.
Dipping a knee onto the bed, Rangiku hovered over Ichigo. Her eyes were glued to the girl's breasts. 'I have to admit it. Dominista REALLY knows how to make a woman.' "I always noticed you paying so much attention to my breasts." She leaned forward and cupped Ichigo's large melons with her soft hands. "Allow me to return the favor."
Arousal made Ichigo's mind go numb as Rangiku began to squeeze and grope her breasts, her legs rubbing together. "Ooooh," she cooed as Rangiku's thumbs circled her sensitive areolas until the woman decided to feast upon Ichigo's luscious melons. "Oh!" Ichigo gasped and threw her head back when Rangiku leaned down and started to lick her breasts. "Rangiku!"
"Mmmh," Rangiku purred as she dragged her tongue across Ichigo's tits. "You've such lovely breasts." She enjoyed every moan and squeak that came out of Ichigo's mouth while she lavished her tits with her tongue. Ichigo arched her back when Rangiku's pink organ started attack her tender nipple. "Mmmmh, that's right, Ichigo. Let's hear those moans."
"Ohhh!" Ichigo's head spun when Rangiku hit her with a one-two punch. Her mouth wrapped around her saliva-covered nipple while her knee pressed into Ichigo's womanhood. "Oh my god!" Ichigo's arms wrapped around Rangiku's shoulders. "Ah! Rangiku!" She squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel it, a hot, bubbling feeling beginning to blossom in her loins and she didn't know if she could handle so much arousal at once.
Rangiku took her mouth off of her and reveled in the debauched face Ichigo had. "Does it feel good?" she teased, licking her tit with her sly tongue. "Tell me what you want, Ichigo. I'm here to give your body what it needs." Another gasp left Ichigo when Rangiku's knee pressed against her crotch harder. "Say it, Ichigo…"
Ichigo's hands went to her pink-tinted face. She felt so embarrassed to say it but she couldn't deny how good this felt. "More!" she gasped, pleading to Rangiku. "I feel so good!"
"Good answer," Rangiku purred before sucking on her other nipple.
"Ahh! Ahhhhh!" Ichigo couldn't fight back the moans. Rangiku sucked her boob like a newborn baby and continued to grind her knee into Ichigo's snatch. That feeling, that hot, bubbling sensation was overwhelming her. Arching her back as high as her body would allow, Ichigo's body tensed up. Squeezing her eyes shut, Ichigo reached for Rangiku and hugged her hard as she felt the tension explode. "Oh my god!" she shrieked before she saw stars. "Ohhh!"
Ichigo couldn't make a sound as she experienced a woman's orgasm. Rangiku took her mouth off of Ichigo's tit and watched amusingly as Ichigo climaxed beneath her. Ichigo's eyes glazed over and she trembled in Rangiku's arms. Rangiku could feel her own honeypot become moist as she felt Ichigo squirt through her thong, getting her stomach wet. "How cute…" she chuckled.
The ceiling spun in Ichigo's eyes. She fell back on the bed and panted for breath. With every breath, Ichigo struggled to regain focus. Her body felt ultra-sensitive, even the feeling of the soft sheets beneath her felt so good that it prolonged her orgasm. "Oh…ohhh…" she groaned as her limbs felt like lead.
Blinking, Ichigo looked up to see that she had been moved, now lying the center of the bed. She sat up to see Rangiku sitting in front of her, her lower half missing her panties. "I can tell that must have felt good, Ichigo," she smiled before reaching for the girl. "But I can show you something even better?"
"What?" Ichigo asked as Rangiku removed her bra and thong, tossing the useless undergarments to the floor.
"Both of us will feel good together." Rangiku spread Ichigo's leg and laid back on top of Ichigo.
The girl eagerly embraced the older woman and sighed as her cool body touched her sweating, aching hot form. "I don't…" Ichigo had watched porn in the past, she was a teenager after all, however she'd lost the capacity to think straight with so much ecstasy flowing through her brain.
Caressing Ichigo's cheek softly, Rangiku shifted her hips until Ichigo's right knee grazed her womanhood while her own knee was touching Ichigo's again. "Grind that pussy onto my leg," she told the girl. "And I'll grind mine on yours." As Ichigo's knee came into contact with her own hot honeypot, Rangiku let out a loud cry. "Ohh!"
"Nghh!" groaned the orangette, clinging to Rangiku. Her body, sticky with sweat, began to stick to Rangiku's while they both pleasured each other. Their breasts mashing together, Ichigo pulled Rangiku into a deep kiss, their tongues colliding in an erotic frenzy. Rangiku was wetter than Ichigo expected, her knee and thigh becoming covered in her silvery juices. "Mmmmh!" the two moaned lewdly, giving into their inner passions. The bed started to gently shake, their moans filling the room.
Pulling away from Ichigo's soft lips, Rangiku threw her head back and curved her back, shoving her large breasts into Ichigo's face. "Ah yes!" The girl decided to return the favor from earlier and leaned forward to capture one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking on it hard while gripping Rangiku's fine ass. "Ohhh!"
Ichigo's mind was melting. Her body was already sensitive and Rangiku was kneeing her so hard. Her eyes widened when the older woman touched that oh-so sensitive nub above her pussy. "MMMH!" she moaned, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. She clung to Rangiku tighter and sucked her nipple harder, adding her teeth into the mix.
Sweat dripping down her naked back, Rangiku merely responded by pressing her knee against Ichigo harder. "Yeah…just like that…" she moaned. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, rubbing her pussy hard against Ichigo's knee and thigh. "So…so close…" she whispered before grabbing Ichigo's head and pulling her off her boob. "Come here…" she said before slamming her lips into Ichigo's for a breathtaking kiss. "Mmmmh!"
Gripping Rangiku's ass harder, Ichigo broke the kiss and let out an endless stream of moans. She'd no idea that a woman's pleasure could feel this good. "Ohhh! Rangiku! I'm…oh! Ah! Ahhh!"
"Your sex face is quite something, Ichigo," Rangiku teased, moaning heatedly as their breasts continued to rub together. But like Ichigo, Rangiku was reaching the end of her rope. "I'm…about to…" When Ichigo's knee brushed her clit, Rangiku felt herself soar over the edge. Grabbing Ichigo and pressing her down into the mattress, Rangiku planted one last hard kiss on her before she climaxed. "MMMMH!"
Ichigo lost herself as she orgasmed together with Rangiku, unable to withstand the pleasure. Their pussies gushed all over each other's legs while they lost themselves to the feel of each other's lips. The ladies rolled onto their sides as they held each other. Ichigo clung to Rangiku for dear life while Rangiku exploded every inch of Ichigo's transformed female form with her hands.
Finally, Rangiku parted the kiss for need of air and rolled onto her back. "Ahhhh…" she sighed heavenly, her massive chest heaving for breath. "That was better than I expected." She looked over to ask how Ichigo was doing, only to smile in amusement when she saw that Ichigo was asleep, the girl losing consciousness under the weight of her own climax. Wrapping an arm around her, Rangiku pulled Ichigo close and smiled tenderly as Ichigo subconsciously snuggled with her. "Such a shame you have to go back to normal when this is over," she said. "I kind of like you this way."
Laying her head on the pillow, Rangiku joined Ichigo into dreamland, the escort's first day on the job coming to a sizzling conclusion.
Later on, however, when Rangiku returned to the Soul Society, she'd weep at the loss of her precious sake stashes…
To be continued