Author's Note: Ch17 should be clear of typos now. This chapter might be merged with Ch17 as a second scene.
A pair of dice rattled inside a bamboo cup and was thrown onto a marble table. Six and four.
Go to jail.
Sulking, Keigo drummed his fingers on the Monopoly board while stealing another look at Orihime's incredible breasts. On the couch she sat like a princess, her slim arm looped around Chad's muscled arm, her body on display for the boys to gobble up, and Keigo did want to gobble her up. The big problem, however, was Mizuiro and Chad also wanted to gobble her up, claim her for themselves. There was only one virgin Orihime to go around. She could only be popped once. Shinigami problems.
It was Chad's turn. He threw the dice. Two and two. "That's my third train station," he said with a guarded smirk.
"Oh it is," Orihime the banker said, accepting Chad's Monopoly Yen with a sweet smile.
Keigo swallowed a groan. With this luck, Orihime's untouched pussy would never be his. Anxiety squeezed his balls.
Mizuiro's turn. He loaded the bamboo cup with seemingly calculated precision, then rolled the dice with equal precision. One and five. His silver horse landed on a red property. The exact property he needed to complete the set. The first completed set of the game. Now he was winning by far, overtaking Chad's lead. He looked at orihime with childlike glee. "Two houses, please."
Orihime was giggling. She rose and started walking. She would sit next to the guy in the lead, and so far she hadn't sat next to Keigo yet. Her ample breasts jiggled a bit with each step, her perpetual blush darkening. Her shaven pussy was wet and puffy, passing by Keigo's watering mouth. She plopped down, handed over two green oblongs. "Here you go, Mizuiro. I hope you build me a house just like this one day."
"To fuck you in? Of course." If anything, this was helping Mizuiro's confidence.
As Keigo grabbed the dice, Yoruichi said, "Orihime. Your legs."
Orihime's eyes dropped to her crossed legs in such a nonchalant way, as though everything happening in this room were all fun and innocent. A regular weekday after-school get together. "Haha, my mistake, it's a habit." Her legs uncrossed, feet planted a few inches wider than before, her pussy on beautiful display.
The boys couldn't hide bulging erections in their pants anymore, Keigo very much relieved that his cock wasn't tiny in comparison to theirs. On a side note, it was interesting that despite Chad's gigantic height at six-foot-six, his dick wasn't proportionally gigantic, just slightly larger, which was a good thing. For someone short and petite like Hiyori, getting impaled by a giant rod probably wouldn't be too enjoyable for her. That, or Keigo was rationalizing his smaller dick to himself. At least he was a bit bigger than Mizuiro.
Hiyori, eating raisins, was suddenly cracking up. "Are you comparing dick sizes, Keigo?"
"No." Keigo looked back at Orihime's breasts.
"He undoubtedly was," Yoruichi said in an understanding tone with eyes closed. "Rest assured, Soul Society science has advanced enough to the point where you can have your size adjusted. You can also have it regrown if you lose it in battle."
Keigo's erection deflated in record time. "What did you just say?"
If a cat could smirk, then Yoruichi was. "You heard me. Regrowing a penis isn't too complicated. The issue is there is a dire shortage of Shinigami who are skilled in healing Kido and spirit energy sciences. You may be waiting a long time to have your manhood regrown."
Tatsuki walked into the corner of his eye. Her hair was damp. She'd been in the shower for over thirty minutes. A happy surprise, her pussy was now clean-shaven to match Orihime's. Eyebrow arched, she muttered, "What's with the pale faces?"
Hiyori lectured, "Some Hollows go for dicks first. Bitten, torn, burned in fire or acid, frozen off even. Same for boobies, but less often. You get the idea. Don't worry, most body parts can be regrown. One time I was almost slashed in half at my stomach."
That hit Tatsuki off-guard.
"You can't be serious," Keigo said in a shaky voice.
"It's true," Yoruichi said. "Shinigami are slaughtered in gruesome ways every single day."
Chad's poker face was on.
Mizuiro had squeaked like a mouse. His eyes so wide that outer veins were visible. His knees were pressed together. Poor guy. He wasn't made for this kind of insane shit. He was a docile bookworm, and today his curiosity had gotten him into this.
"Did you have to tell them that?" Orihime was glowering at Hiyori and Yoruichi.
Hiyori huffed in amusement. "Better now before later. I know one guy who was dickless for over a year."
Mizuiro's posture curled inward.
"That's enough," Orihime snapped at Hiyori before kindly looking at Mizuiro. She guided his hands to her breasts. "Here, touch me as much as you want."
Mizuiro's cheeks slowly lost the blue tinge, but his groping hands didn't have any enthusiasm behind them. No mistake, he was reconsidering this whole Shinigami thing, and Keigo as well to a lesser degree. Yoruichi's words of pain and pleasure had been a gross understatement.
"Listen, Mizuiro," Tatsuki said, "any Hollow that goes for you will have to go through me first."
"Same here," Chad said.
"Me three," Keigo offered. It then struck him that Ichigo must have been murdered by a Hollow that night. The wreckage at the scene was consistent with a rampaging monster. There had been footprints in the mud, claw marks on fences. A branch as thick as Chad's torso had been ripped off and thrown across the road. Nothing consistent with an exploding barbecue.
"Thanks, guys," Mizuiro mumbled. "I'll try to keep your boobs safe too, Orihime." He was playing with her nipples.
Keigo's hand slinked toward Tatsuki's chest.
Whacking away his fingers, she rolled eyes. "Anyway, when are we getting our, what did you call them again? Asoo…."
"Asauchi," Chad said.
"About that." Yoruichi jumped onto the table, onto the Monopoly board. Her paws and tail didn't knock a thing over. "Recall what I told you about your Chain of Fate. When a soul becomes a Shinigami by bonding with an Asauchi, the Chain of Fate becomes the Binding Chain. As long as your Chain of Fate is attached to your Human body, you will never become a Shinigami."
"We have to die," Chad said, unbothered by the idea.
"No," Yoruichi said, dispelling everyone else's gloom. "And yes, depending on your choice. Kisuke Urahara can modify your bodies so that you may return to your Human lives at any time."
"How does that work?" Orihime asked, then she sucked in a breath as Mizuiro's fingers slipped in between her thighs. She didn't stop him from stroking her. He could pop her right here right now; instead, he savored her virgin pussy.
Jealousy soured Keigo's mouth.
"You'll have to ask him," Hiyori said.
"We're not scientists," Yoruichi added. It was easy to forget they were talking to a cat from Soul Society.
Mizuiro, having long forgotten about gruesome injuries, was once again blushing, sucking on Orihime's nipple.
"Cut that out," Tatsuki growled.
Immediately Mizuiro shifted a few inches down the couch. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Orihime giggled. "He was winning anyway."
Tatsuki shook her head. "It's not okay. And winning? Winning what?"
Orihime inhaled a lungful before speaking in a cutesy rush, "Keigo and Mizuiro were arguing about who should get my virginity. I was worried they were going to start throwing fists, so I suggested to play a game of Monopoly over it. Chad wanted to play as well. Mizuiro was winning. I didn't know he's so good at Monopoly. He's going to monopolize my hymen at this rate. I think he already is."
Mizuiro coughed.
Tatsuki didn't have words.
"Hey Tatsuki," Chad said in a suave voice.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"
"Are you also a virgin?"
Keigo caught hold of his hand before it went to spread her pussy. That would certainly earn him a month-long stay in the hospital. But worth it? He mentally shook his head, gulped down saliva.
Tatsuki was staring down Chad. "I can't believe, that out of you and these two sick pervs, you just asked me that."
"Why is that?"
"I expect better from you."
"What do you mean by that?" Chad was trying to not smirk.
Orihime clarified: "Because you had super rough sex with her in the Dojo, obviously."
"Orihime!" Tatsuki barked. Suddenly she was the cherry-faced one. "I told you to never tell anyone!"
"Oops." Orihime covered her mouth. What a bad girl she was turning into.
And what a bad dirty girl Tatsuki really was! Sex in the dojo!
"Is that true?" Keigo asked, eyebrow wagging.
"Shut up." Her pussy was also blushing. Wet and shiny.
So he had been right about her all along. Tatsuki Ariwasa, the fiery-spirited secret-exhibitionist who refused to give in to her lusts, was now exposed out in the open, naked and aroused, ready to be taken. Not merely taken. Roughly taken. Super roughly. No wonder she was always so hands-on and pushy. She wanted to be dominated like the bad girl she truly was, and Keigo Asano owed her years worth of spankings. He should have fucked her years ago. She'd been fucking around behind his back. A different kind of anger stewed in him the more he thought about it.
Hiyori noticed: "Does that make you unhappy?"
"It does," he said flatly.
"Good. Give in to your furious lust. It makes you stronger."
Yoruichi added, "When you're on the battlefield, remind yourself that you're risking your soul for her sake. Then for her to be witholding sex from you while at the same time sleeping around is a crime against you. Never forget this, Keigo."
Tatsuki scoffed. "Bull. Shit. Keigo, go jerk off in the alley."
In a low voice, he said, "How about I fuck you against the wall instead?"
"Touch me and I'll break your arm."
He stroked her pussy. Her slick, wet slit glided against his middle finger. He'd never touched a girl's pussy before. It was everything he had imagined and better. He sniffed his hand. She smelled of tantalizing strawberry musk; she'd stolen some of Hiyori's perfume. Naughty bitch.
She went for the punch.
He seized her wrists, threw his weight on her, pinned her thigh. Springs in the couch creaked under the struggle. He was winning. All of a sudden, she was a lot smaller than himself—a weak and vulnerable naked girl to be slapped around and done away with. He was going to make her his good little fuck toy. And she was loving this, loving the struggle. "Scream for me."
"Get off!"
"Louder." He licked her lips—his first mark on her.
She shrieked, "Get the fuck off!"
He licked her nipple, and gently bit down. Second mark. "You owe me." Why did she owe him? He didn't even know. A rabid animal was talking.
"Help! Help me! Help!" She was crying. No, she was wasn't really crying—no tears, no red eyes. She was trying all she could to reverse the situation onto him. To get him in trouble. What trash acting. To think she wanted to be an action movie star one day. Pathetic.
He wasn't some chump. People didn't call him Keigo the Sly Fox for no reason. And so he let go of her wrists, backing off.
Her screams ceased. Her eyes rapidly blinked for a half-second. Her fake crying face scrunched into the exact opposite. Real annoyance. She tried to go back to the crying face, but she had already slipped up on the lousy act.
He won.
He had won in front of this depraved sinful audience. Orihime and Hiyori were slowly stroking themselves, needing more of the show. When had Hiyori taken off her uniform? Her younger, flat-chested body was an exotic meal. Even Yoruichi the cat was excited, those devilish pupils dilated, that black tail wagging. Chad and Mizuiro, they were lucky that Keigo was generous enough to allow them viewing seats.
Tatsuki groaned through grit teeth. "I hate you."
"You owe me. Never forget it." Keigo patted her cheek.
She stood up. "You moron. I hate you for ruining that." She snatched a blanket, threw it around her shoulders. "Don't call me." She walked out, through the magic wall, the concrete illusion momentarily glitching.
It was getting late.
And Keigo's family would be getting worried soon, his big sister most of all. Mizuho would beat him senseless if she had seen that.
"My mom and dad will worry about me," Keigo said in the voice of a little boy.
Mizuiro and Orihime chuckled. Chad for once was laughing like a buffoon.
While Keigo scurried away, he tried best to not look anyone in the eye, Hiyori namely.
Author's Note: Next time we see Keigo, there'll be a little time skip of at least a few days. Next chapter is back to Ichigo.
Review Responses:
- I might mark this fanfic with OOC, since quite a number of people saying characters are OOC in chapter 1.
- Tatsuki definitely has a bigger role to play in this story compared to canon. Being Ichigo's friend since early childhood, she could've made a great supporting character.