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Chapter four is here. I hope you all enjoy it.
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"Ichigo~!" Rangiku screamed, as Ichigo pounded into her core with the speed and force of a runaway train. The blonde lieutenant was approaching her twentieth orgasm of the night and she recognized that she barely hung on to her consciousness by a small thread.
Ichigo hadn't said anything to her before this all had transpired; he simply tackled her, made out with her, and then, ripped her clothes off. He proceeded to flip her over so that her bottom was facing him, allowing him a wonderful view before he asserted himself with her womanhood yet again. The teenager loved taking her from behind; it was his personal fetish.
With his hands on her hips, Ichigo smacked the lieutenant's derriere, as he experienced the familiar tingle in his loins that he was about to release himself inside of her.
The buxom blonde moaned, biting her lip, "Harder, Ichigo! Harder!"
He did as she requested, smacking her backside once more, giving her the hardest, most punishing thrusts he had, sending both of them over the edge in a matter of minutes.
Once their orgasms had subsided, Rangiku leaned over on the floor, panting heavily; perspiration leaking from every pore of her body. The substitute soul reaper pulled his member from her core and watched as his semen leaked out of her. Strangely, it was yet another turn-on for him.
The entire week had been like this following when Ichigo had severed ties with the lovely Orihime - fucking Rangiku. He'd kept Rangiku in the dark about the encounter he had with the healer, as she no doubt would've given him the third degree had he said anything. Honestly, the young man, being at a standstill, simply hadn't known what to do. In his young mind, he seemed to believe that by losing himself in sex, he'd forget about his imaginative, naïve friend. He hadn't at this point, obviously, but he might as well keep going until he wore himself out. He got pleasure from his ex-girlfriend, so it was only a matter of time before the other girl slipped his mind, right?
XOXOXOXOXO
Orihime Inoue hadn't moved from where "it" happened. The "it" being when she and Ichigo shared that moment...
... Red eyes.
Stuffy nose.
Dried tears.
Delirious and clearly not herself, the young woman held his hooded top close to her body, as it seemed it was her sole sense of warmth from the chill her heart continuously endured over the past week.
"Rain, rain, go away~! Ichigo, come back to me~!"
On the off-chance she'd actually been able to sleep, the healer had nightmares of the same caliber: Ichigo rejecting her. Of course, the teen boy was a lot more harsh in fantasy, though. Hell, in one of them, he told her to "go die," as she was annoying.
... She couldn't face him. Not yet. Orihime realized that Tatsuki would worry, and if she truly contemplated on the issue, the teen girl knew her best friend would be paying her a visit sooner or later. That she was dreading. She loved the martial artist to death, but she didn't want anyone to observe her like this. Her only hope was that her classmate would understand.
XOXOXOXOXO
The following day the substitute soul reaper returned to school after missing the past week to unleash his abundance of seeds. Unfortunately, although the sex with the blonde lieutenant was off-the-charts - and plentiful to boot - the teen boy couldn't shake the thought of his friend.
Her disappointment.
Her kisses.
Her smile.
Her laughter.
Her soft presence.
The way she looked that night.
The feeling of letting her down pissed him off. He may not have loved the healer romantically, but she was incredibly important to him ... probably more than he'd like to admit. He was somehow attempting to be optimistic that Orihime had gotten over what occurred between them and that somehow she possessed the ability in her heart to forgive him. That was proving to be hard, however. With the half-ass apology he gave her that night, the young man couldn't blame her if she, in fact, hated his guts. But, before coming to school today he resolved in his mind that, no matter how she felt, so long as she was safe and happy - eventually - he would be okay with whatever her feelings toward him were. And, of course, he'd protect her with his life without a second thought - even if she pleaded with him not to.
When he arrived to his classroom, he gulped, gathering himself quickly and sliding the door open. Right in his sight, he experienced an icy-hot glare directed at him.
Tatsuki Arisawa, Orihime's best friend, was a fright to meet. Gritting her teeth, she growled at Ichigo, not burdening herself to hide her hatred toward him.
"Just what I need - Tatsuki throwing a bitch-fit."
"Ichigo Kurosaki, why did you hurt Orihime?!" the petite, dark-haired martial artist bellowed, shooting daggers at him through her eyes.
With a dumb, absent-minded look on his face, Ichigo swallowed what seemed to be a large lump in his throat. He needed to conjure up a believable excuse and quick, or he'd be kissing the pavement. He scanned the room, hoping Rukia had been present today to cover for him - as she was always great with escaping hairy situations that required manipulation and exquisite wordplay - but, alas, she wasn't, much to his chagrin.
"Damn it, when I need that midget, she's nowhere to be fuckin' found. Yet, when I want her to leave me alone, she's everywhere."
The substitute soul reaper took his seat, choosing to ignore his angry classmate outright.
Not a wise idea.
Stomping with authority en route to the soul reaper, Tatsuki hissed. As soon as she reached him, the girl slammed both of her hands atop Ichigo's desk, making him flinch.
"Why did you hurt Orihime?!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he questioned, attempting to feign ignorance.
"You know what the hell I'm talking about, so stop playing stupid!"
"Look, I just don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen or heard from her, so I don't know what it is you want me to say."
Raising her right eyebrow upon the teenage boy's response, Tatsuki grabbed him by the collar of his sweater. "Listen here, Ichigo, I'm losing my patience for your bullshit. You'd better tell me right now, or I promise you that I'll kick your ass into the stratosphere. You know I'll do it, so don't test me."
No doubt she would, but Ichigo wasn't going to budge.
"I did nothing to Orihime."
That did it.
Without warning, Tatsuki slugged Ichigo square in the jaw, sending him reeling back until he hit the floor amid authority. The back of his head and the chair bouncing off the ground, everyone in the class gasped but remained still. No one dared interrupt the martial artist on the occasion she was like this, for fear that they, too, would be subjected to the ensuing massacre they all realized would be on display in mere moments.
"You bastard!" she screamed, immediately straddling the young man. "Tell me! Why did you hurt Orihime? What's she ever done to you, you damn jerk?!" The girl punched him again, this time landing a direct hit right between his brown eyes. When the substitute soul reaper wouldn't answer, Tatsuki went mad, punching him repeatedly and shouting in a blind rage as she did it.
The young man recognized that he very easily could've blocked Tatsuki's punches had he been prompted to but, seeing as he had done the unthinkable and led Orihime on, deep down, he felt he deserved the beating. So, in essence, he took it like a man.
Only when the girl got conceivably tired did their classmates intervene amidst the tussle, seperating the two from one another. Her breath ragged, the martial artist uttered, "You're such a ... coward, Ichigo..."
Her words stung him. She was right; he was a coward. A pathetic, weltering, good-for-nothing coward.
XOXOXOXOXO
Rangiku spent the day shopping for new clothes. Ichigo had requested that she dressed and acted like a wanton slut for their activities later tonight. The thought of what he would do to her got her dripping wet. It was a wonderful thing she'd decided to wear sweatpants or else her juices would surely be leaking down her long legs - and the last thing she needed was for the public to witness that!
Of course, reverting back to perspective, the blonde lieutenant comprehended that their escapades needed to cease soon, as she felt herself becoming more and more addicted to the sex with the substitute soul reaper. Not to mention, the most salient truth that Orihime, her surrogate sister, laid claim to the very man - who happened to be her sexual Adonis - a long time ago.
Fucking the teenage boy was just dirty pool. Rangiku knew that. And yet, her body yearned for him to fill her. It wasn't as if she loved him - that much she was positive of. But then why was he so damn irresistable to her? It was just sex! It made no sense.
The lieutenant of squad ten had a lengthy number of sexual partners throughout her life - some of them she remembered, some of them she didn't. A privileged few had given her pleasure, but not like Ichigo. Ever since they first hooked up, the blonde hadn't even considered getting together with anyone else. There was something special about the young substitute soul reaper that she couldn't quite place her finger on. That alone intrigued her to the point she had to figure it out.
Needless to say, she still hadn't concluded what that something was.
Opting to discard the matter for now, Lieutenant Matsumoto walked in her home; her bags in tow, shutting the door behind her. She took the bags to her bedroom and put everything away - except for the outfit she planned to wear for Ichigo upon his arrival. The female soul reaper then decided that a bath would be in order, so she speedily stripped and drew some bath water and sighed. Although shopping was one of her favorite things to indulge in, it was also exhausting.
What could she say - unless she was battling a hollow or having sex, the lieutenant was usually as lazy as a snail. With her beauty, she never was genuinely required to exert herself unnecessarily.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door, disrupting her routine.
"I wasn't expecting him this early?" she thought to herself, gazing at the clock. It was only five minutes after five in the afternoon and she wasn't anticipating Ichigo's arrival until nine. "But now's a good a time as any. Come and get me, Ichi'."
She'd been horny the entire day, so it was a definite relief to her that he was early. With a spring to her step, Rangiku couldn't get to the door fast enough. Her heartbeat increasing, her hormones raging, she opened the door, chirping to the visitor, "Ichigo, I've missed you~!"
"Wrong person, bitch."
Lieutenant Matsumoto was stunned to say the least.
Author's Note: So here's chapter four for you all. I do hope you've enjoyed it and I'll do my best to get chapter five out as fast as possible. Also, I'd like to give a thank you to everyone who has shown this story support and to those who have even decided to read and follow along in the clouds; I'm appreciative of it and it's humbling.
Peace and good fortune to each of you.
