§Ichimaru sat in his private quarters, on his lap was a pornography magazine with a bottle of lotion resting on his desk in front of him and a box of tissues right beside it. The silver haired captain decided on doing something different rather then sitting there and waiting for some 'action' to come his way. He was already stripped of his upper garments and only sported his black hakama pants and had taken the obi off and tossed it to the side, not wanting to make a mess all over his clothes.§
§With a sigh he pushed his pants down with one hand, just enough to expose his lower self and begun to flip through the pages of the magazine, picking one that he liked it featured a female with long brown hair, posing with her legs spread open while wearing high heels. As he plopped the magazine on the desk against the lotion container he pushed down on the lever to get some on his hand and begun to rub his hands together.§
§With a slight frown he looked at the magazine and begun to visualize himself fucking the girl before him as he begun to stroke himself with one hand, a slow pace at first as he begun to stroke himself, his body leaning forward to help him better see the posing girl. His breathing was slow and calm as he begun to pick up speed, pausing at the head of his penis to gently rotate his thumb against the slit to send immeasurable shooting through his body that caused him to shudder slightly.§
§After a few moments he paused, his breathing increased greatly from his actions as he gently flipped the page to the next girl, making sure to hurry before he lost the built up pleasure he had gathered already. With a wide grin he found the one he wanted, the girl was supposed to be dressed like a elf but looked more like her clothes was knocked away in a storm, all that was left was the red and white hat and knee high red leather heels.§
§Picturing the girl before him he closed his eyes, focusing on the bliss as he stroked himself, a soft groan escaping his lips as he felt the bliss fully settling in his mind. With a soft grunt he bit down on his bottom lip, his warm hot seed spraying out and hitting the magazine in front of him as he leaned forward, his breath coming out in soft pants as he leaned forward, his member slipping out of his grasp as he looked at the gel like substance on the female's face. Thinking about how he should do it next time he felt lonely he begun to redress after cleaning up.§