NOVEL WEB Chapter 26: Chapter 26
Back at the Urahara Shop, three certain ex-shinigami were having a drink.
"Ahhhh," said Yoruichi Shihoin, sighing in a satisfied manner, emptying her beer in a single swig. Effortlessly, she crushed the can in her fist and tossed it carelessly into a wastebin on the other side of the room. "That hit the spot."
She was dressed, for a change, in a casual, low-cut blouse. It was simple, and revealing, which was perfect for her purposes.
Yoruichi pretended to yawn, stretching her arms over her head and pushing her breasts out before relaxing again, smacking her lips. She smirked inwardly as she saw the eyes of her two drinking buddies get glued to her chest.
"So," she ventured after a few minutes of silence, during which her conspirators mostly just stared not-so-covertly at her cleavage, "I hear you've decided to go through with Isshin's crazy plot, Kisuke."
The exiled scientist, his attention drawn away from his friend's glorious tits, chuckled.
"Oh, really? Now where did you hear something like that from?" he asked her.
"Isshin," Yoruichi deadpanned, pointing a thumb at the man in question.
Urahara laughed somewhat nervously. "Ah, yes!" he said, "I have."
He then gave Yoruichi one of his trademarked enigmatic grins.
Yoruichi smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "I also hear that you gave Ichigothat."
Urahara sweatdropped, feeling he was suddenly walking a very dangerous line.
"Well, he needed it more than I did..." Urahara said, trying to pass it off as nothing big.
"That's rich, coming from a man who hasn't gotten any for fifty years," Yoruichi snarked.
Urahara huffed, clearly offended by this claim.
"Maybe not from you," he muttered.
A vein bulged in Yoruichi's forehead, and she punched Kisuke in the face. She stood over him, projecting a dangerous aura as she cracked her knuckles and glared.
"So you've been cheating on me, have you?" she hissed, the upper half of her face in shadow and her eyes gleaming ominously.
"Do you two really still count as a item if you haven't even had sex in fifty years?" Isshin wondered out loud, giving Yoruichi a curious look.
She glared at him, and he instantly quailed.
"I'll be good," he squeaked.
"Now, now, Yoruichi," Urahara said placatingly, "I don't see why you're so upset about me giving Ichigo that gun..."
"Maybe it's because the last time someone used that gun, they turned me and my cute Soi Fon into their love slaves for a month?" Yoruichi said rhetorically in a very dangerous tone, before angrily adding, "And besides, that's not even what I'm really pissed off about!"
Urahara sweatdropped.
"Well, like Isshin said, I'm not sure it can really considered cheating at this point..." he murmured, before narrowly managing to dodge another punch from Yoruichi.
"It's not that!" Yoruichi snarled ferally, "It's that you've actually managed to get laid in the last fifty years and I haven't! FUCK! I'm pissed!"
Urahara chuckled nervously. "Well, if that's the case, you and I could always..."
"Finish that sentence and die a eunuch."
Urahara eep'd and hid behind Isshin, who sighed.
"If you're that frustrated, you could always blow off some steam with Ichigo," the Kurosaki patriarch suggested reasonably. "Besides, it's not like that gun would be able to hypnotize you a second time... not after what you did to make sure of it."
Yoruichi paused, a thoughtful look on her face. A sly grin grew on her face as she considered.
"Heheh," she chuckled, licking her lips, "Why the fuck not...?"
...
Ichigo yawned when he awoke the next morning.
"Man..." he muttered drowsily, "...that was some crazy dream..."
And it was indeed. He could not remember ever having a more vivid, or perverted, dream in his life. Hypnotizing a bunch of girls he knew... having wild sex with all of them... It had felt so real, but he knew that something like that would never happen in real life.
Ichigo moved a hand to scratch his stomach, only to find something warm and silky in his way.
He frowned, and he glanced down to see what could be in his way.
He blinked, then he rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Two golden eyes glittering with amusement from a lovely, chocolate-skinned face. Full, plump lips curved up in a sensual smirk. Smooth, dark purple hair was bunched up in his hand.
Ichigo's eyes widened.
"Yo...Yoruichi-san?!" he exclaimed in disbelief, blushing as he saw that the woman was sprawled across his lower body, resting her head on his stomach.
She was also, he noticed belatedly, penis hardening much to embarrassment, completely naked.
Yoruichi chuckled, running a finger across his firm abs.
"Hey, lover boy," she said huskily, confidently, "I see you had some real fun last night." She gestured around his room, and Ichigo noticed for the first time that virtually every surface in his room was covered with girls in various states of undress. All of them were girls he had some manner of acquaintance with, and all of them were girls that had been in his dream.
Except that Ichigo was no longer so certain that it had all been just a dream. Especially not when he noticed a very distinctive object on his bedside table - an object he recognized as the gun from his dream. Its appearance was outlandish enough that most people would dismiss it as a toy or a prop from some cheesy science fiction, but Ichigo, even in his half-asleep state, could recall enough of that implement's abilities to know that it was the real deal.
He then hissed as he felt Yoruichi playfully squeeze his semi-erect penis.
The brown-skinned beauty winked playfully at Ichigo, and she purred.
"How cute~" she said at the look on his face, playing with his penis.
"Yoruichi-san..." Ichigo hissed weakly through grit teeth as he felt the former commander of the Onmitsukido expertly playing with his dick. "What are you doing...?" he asked her, flinching as he felt her sadistically tease his balls.
"Fooling around with you," Yoruichi replied huskily, shifting her body and squeezing his dick between her generous, perky tits.
Ichigo groaned, shuddering at the sensations Yoruichi was inducing in him. He'd thought he'd been getting pretty experienced, what with how all those girls had been turning to butter in his hands, but this...
Yoruichi was on a completely different level from those other girls. She wasn't just hot. She also clearly knew her way around the male anatomy, judging by the way she was so easily pushing him to his limit.
She gave him a playful smirk, rubbing her breasts up and down on Ichigo's penis, filling it with unparalleled sensations. Ichigo could not control himself, and he quickly crumpled under the woman's sensual assault.
He came easily, spraying his seed all over her face and chest.
Yoruichi hummed cheerfully as she felt him cover her with his sperm, and she licked some of it off of her lips, tasting it thoroughly before swallowing.
"Yum," she purred, winking seductively at Ichigo before moving her head down to his crotch and taking his head into her mouth, gently suckling and nibbling upon it.
Ichigo moaned as he swiftly came a second time, this time directly into Yoruichi's mouth. She had a pleased looked on her face as she drank up his all of his milk, savoring its strong, distinctive taste. As she swallowed, she felt an erotic warmth travel down her throat, eventually settling in her stomach.
She moaned lustfully, feeling her loins growing hot at the look on Ichigo's face as she toyed with him and her pussy growing wet at the sounds he was making.
"Ufufufu," she chuckled sexily, "You are too adorable... Aaahhh," Yoruichi then sighed longingly, before smirking lustly. "Ichigo... I think it's about time we get to the good stuff, no?"
She then pushed herself up and crawled over him until his dick was lined up with her pussy and her generous bosom was pressed into his chest.
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