Ichigo Kurosaki was feeling very well while hurting a girl. The fact he was pleasing another only increasured his pleasure.
Yoruichi was smiling at him, like she was watching a beautiful spectacle, as Ichigo's dick destroyed Soifon's ass.
The petite woman was crying, tears of pain coming out of her eyes. But she didn't struggle or try to run; she knew that was what Yoruichi wanted. To watch her suffer and cry, as a man used her body as plaything. It didn't matter, even if she bleed.
And as her blood dripped from her asshole, the black woman caught it from her fingers and licked it, savouring the taste of a virgin ass and cock.
Ichigo almost stopped while watching her swallow the red liquid.
"Keep going Ichigo. You're making me wet. It feels good, right?"
"Yes!" he yelled.
"You're thinking of doing this to me, aren't you? One girl isn't enough for a predator like you, I know."
"Yes." he answered, more reluctantly. Ichigo didn't want to be called one, but he was feeling like he was becoming one.
Something pulsed in his blood. Everything around him pulsed in a red colour.
"You want to do this to Orihime, right?"
Ichigo gritted his teeth. He grabbed Soifon's and tried to break her from the inside. His eyes were totally focused on the black woman, and Soifon stopped moaning and outright began to scream in pain.
He thought about rape. About raping Inoue. About ripping her clothes, maul her tits, slap her face and penetrate her anally. He thought of her screaming, crying, bleeding and pleading for mercy. And he thought of cumming in her pussy, deep inside her, and watch as she had the daughter of the rapist who took her virginity.
His eyes were filled by a red colour, and he felt something like a second heart pulsing as he came. When he became aware of his surroundings again, he realized he could hear Soifon moaning.
"AAAArghhhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming I'm cumming is too much!"
"You came from being raped? You came from being raped in the ass? Don't you feel embarrassed of being such a dirty bitch!" laughed Yoruichi, cruelly.
Soifon just panted. Air came in and out of her mouth. She felt tired.
Ichigo slowly pulled out, and looked at the gaping, bleeding hole.
"Thank you." he whispered.
Soifon raised an eyebrow.
"We can do this again later, if you wish." she answered.
The eyes of the black woman were all in Ichigo's dick. She thought about mating with him, but her mental clock was warning her.
"Well, that was fun, but I'm sure someone will come along to check this house. Matsumoto is vomiting down there, right Ichigo?"
"Yes." he answered in a simple way, as his eyes followed the petite captain's ass as she moved to grab her discarded clothes on the ground.
Yoruichi's hands moved to grab Ichigo by the chin and turn his face to her.
"You still look so naive. That's why girls like Orihime fall so easily. They sense this kindness inside you."
Her voice became lower, and the following words were whispered.
"I want that kindness too." she said before kissing him in the cheek.
Ichigo grabbed his pants and dressed. He looked at the cum still on the bed.
"Will nobody find that suspicous?"
Yoruichi turned to him.
"What?"
"That...liquid." Ichigo didn't feel like saying "cum".
The black woman laughed.
"Oh, but that's easy to remove."
Yoruichi inclined her head and licked and sucked in all the cum. Soifon looked at her with sickness, but somehow interested. After all, that cum had touched her most intimate parts, but her mentor didn't show one bit of disgust or shame at sucking it.
Involuntarily, she licked her lips.
The other woman otherwise very consciously licked it after drinking everything.
Ichigo, Yoruichi, and Soifon had to take Matsumoto in their shoulders like a defeated boxer back to Soul Society. Taking turns.
Hitsugaya was meditating on his office when they finally dropped her body on the floor.
"Thank you for the help." said Hitsugaya, with his eyes closed. "I hope she didn't left many body fluids behind, I heard they will be doing a forensical investigation of the Uchiha district."
Yoruichi really try to held back her laughter when he said that.
"Well, I think some beds were left a little dirty. I tried to clean at least." she said, satisfied with the fact she was saying something but the young boy with a old man's mind couldn't truly comprehend what she was talking about.
Soifon rolled her eyes.
"Urgh, I'll check what Omaeda is doing. See you later Ichigo. See. You. Later."
Hitsugaya opened one of his eyes, but Soifon had already departed.
"Weird, never saw her talk with pauses like that." he said, closing his open eye.
"Well Ichigo, I guess it's time to say goodbye. See you later. Stud." said Yoruichi before departing, winking.
Hitsugaya opened one of his eyes, but closed it again.
Ichigo thought of leaving, but he wasn't sure if he would have to go back to Kushina's house. Also, he was worried about his family.
"Hitsugaya, is my family well? Do you know what happened to them?"
"Well, I dunno. Ukitake is coordinating Karakura Town. The city is in quarantine, nobody leaves, nobody enters, until we sort how things will work. You should go back to Kushina's house. We will call you when you're really needed".
The orange-haired boy didn't really like that order, but he really had no alternative ideas.
He slowly walked back t where Kushina's house was.
Ichigo looked around. Aside from the sword on his back, he didn't stand out in the middle of the people of the Leaf.
They just seemed to have a very different fashion sometimes, like medieval and modern time Japan have weirdly fused.
Then Ichigo noticed the giant mountain. With the faces carved on the rock. And one of them was Minato.
"They have their own version of Mount Rushmore?" he said out loud.
"Creating monuments for heroes isn't something that unusual Kurosaki". said a very familiar voice.
Ichigo turned around and saw Ishida.
"You know, I don't wouldn't even be surprised, but I am. By the way, how you know these people are heroes?" asked Ichigo.
"Because people created monuments for them. Did you heard what I first said?" answered Ishida in an emotionless but slightly annoyed tone.
"Ahn, ok. I don't get that logic."
Ishida adjusted his glasses.
Your head is too hard to penetrate Ichigo. That's why you are still alive.
"Anyway, Orihime is worried sick about you. She was in panic when you weren't in that redhead woman's house. You better go there and calm her down. She's like a confused dog that lost her owner."
"Ok. And where are you going?"
"Checking things around. Observing. Rukia is the only shinigami tells me things directly, otherwise I would be as confused as a random citizen."
"I'm pretty sure you just don't want to talk with other shinigami".
Ishida growled. A little.
"Well, I think the person behind this will be found. Soon".
"Why?"
"Because she didn't kill you when she wanted Kurosaki". said Ishida, beginning to walk away.
Ichigo thought about what Ishida said before beginning to walk again.
He was already seeing the door to Kushina's house when someone pushed him to a random alley.
"Don't...talk. Don't move. Don't worry. Captain Mayuri just wants an sample. That's all."
Ichigo wasn't sure what Nemu wanted. Until she grabbed her crotch and began to massage it.
Also, she scared him. She was looking straight at him, penetrating him with her eyes.
He didn't even notice his pants and boxers being lowered, but he felt her hands.
Her hands were soft but firm. Nemu knew exactly how to do it, how to take care of it. Ichigo didn't want to think how she learned it.
He never had noticed how Mayuri's lieutenant had such soft features. She looked very young, even of her body was clearly mature. His hands touched her cheeks, slightly rubbing it.
"You don't need to pleasure me. I just need to do that for you".
"It's ok. I like to do that to you. You're cuter at this distance, you know."
Nemu smiled, but she acted like she was caught doing something bad by her parents and slowly turned back to her previous stoic expression.
"I shouldn't do that. Are you close to cumming? I need to go when I'm done with this."
"There is nothing wrong with being happy. Well, maybe not all the time, but not now."
"You're a positive person Ichigo Kurosaki. I think my father would call you an idiot."
"I think people in..."
Ichigo didn't end his sentence. His body pushed his lips against Nemu.
His cum exploded in her hand, completely covering it. She pushed her lips back to look down and concentrate in putting the cum inside the sample tube.
"So, it's true, men do cum more explosively when they're in love." Nemu said with a tone of lust in her voice as Ichigo felt the waves of orgasm hit him.
She capped the tube.
The quick sound of a person running could be heard behind Ichigo.
Ichigo raised his pants, but Nemu didn't leave.
She kept looking at his crotch.
Then she remembered Mayuri's orders, and decided to leave, but realized her hand was still dirty with Ichigo's cum.
"Lick it." said Ichigo, realizing jer indecision.
"Like...food?" she said, confused.
"Like...a part of me"
Nemu didn't understand exactly what Ichigo meant. But she did as he ordered.
After she left, Ichigo stayed on that same point for minutes, thinking about that girl.
He knew she had done that for duty. But there was something of naive, something innocent, that made it hard to stop thinking about her.
Like a child that needs to be taken care of.
But was that same thought that made Ichigo's mind go away from Nemu.
You aren't supposed to have sex with children! What the hell I am thinking?
Ichigo walked to Kushina's house. There, he found Kushina feeding Sasuke in the baby chair with a bottle.
The teenager shinigami had no idea in how possibly Sasuke could do that at this age, but he could feel anger on his face.
"Oh Ichigo, nice to see you! So, did your kick someone ass downtown?" she said in an enthusiastic way that felt very awkward to the boy.
She knows that "kicking someone's ass" means "killing ninjas from her village", right?
"Ahn, no. Where is Mikoto?"
"Oh, she is having a meeting with the Hokage. Fugaku disappeared, so the Hokage decided to make her the leader of the Uchihas. Not like Fugaku would be in prison anyway if he was still around."
"I guess she is divorced now, huh?" said Ichigo, without thinking in how Kushina could use that sentence against him.
"Oh yes, she is open to transactions now." she said with a smug expression.
"Stop doing that. Is everything sexual to you?" said Ichigo, annoyed.
"We all came out of vaginas Ichigo. Talking about that, your 'gifted' friend is on the bathroom waiting for you. Don't worry, I'm not luring you. She is not in the shower."
Referring to girls as "pussies" or "vaginas" is...kind of weird. Sounds like something Mayuri would think about.
Ichigo slowly opened the door to the bathroom anyway.
Orihime was staring at the mirror of the bathroom like a victim of a witch in a horror movie.
"Are you okay?"
"You're dating Nemu?" she said, turning around.
Ichigo spent precious seconds thinking about the correct answer.
Saying "yes", considering the state Orihime seemed to be in, could lead to suicide.
Saying "no" could lead to Orihime thinking of him as a dirty womanizer and ruining their friendship.
But then he remembered the first option would also ruin their friendship in a similar way.
Better to be despised than to be loved by a dead person.
Ichigo spent some extra precious seconds thinking about how all the shinigamis were dead too.
"No."
Orihime turned to him with tears on her eyes.
This is where slaps happen, right?
"Oh Ichigo, what an horrible fate! You have been raped!"
Ichigo didn't expect that.
Orihime hugged him, trying to comfort someone that hadn't been hurt in any way.
"I know, it must been hard. I mean, I never was raped, but it must be awful. Someone touching you when you don't want them to touch you. It's like when a mother forces a kid to eat what she didn't want!"
Ichigo thought the comparison made sense, but it wasn't applicable. Also, it had weird incest subtext inside it.
"I'm sure you can't do anything against a lieutenant, but I can at least comfort you!" said Orihime, smiling like she had an incredible idea.
She unmade their hug to then take off her shirt.
Ichigo sighed as her massive tits, enveloped by her bra, became visible to him.
Oh boy, this is really gonna be a long day.