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Orihime considered herself to be a pretty positive person. She loved experiencing new things and she especially loved her husband, Ichigo. The only problem was, in recent years, after facing Yhwach alongside him, she found that life had become much more boring than she thought it was supposed to be.

Sure she had the love of her life, but the thrill that she was used to, the constant adrenaline that coursed through her veins as she and Ichigo faced off against one threat after another, had waned. And with nothing to do but stay home, talk to her old friends from Soul Society, or take care of the odd Hollow that showed up every now and again, there was nothing new and exciting in her life for her to enjoy.

That was why, when she gained the opportunity to do something different, Orihime didn't think twice before fully diving in. It was only after she was done and she had been picked up by her loving husband for the first time that she felt the immense guilt that came with realizing what it was that she had done.

Sadly, that guilt wasn't enough to stop her from going back for more and more, even while knowing that Ichigo was waiting for her back home. Sure the guilt ate at her soul once they were finished, but the thrill she felt while doing it, while cheating on Ichigo with her masseuse, made her crave the feeling even more.

That was why after leaving her appointment and hearing that her fiance had left upset and without letting her know, Orihime went back to their home scared and alone.

Had he somehow found out?

Did he know what she was doing?

These were some of the questions that plagued Orihime's mind as she turned their home upside down in her search for Ichigo. Yet no matter where she looked, neither hide nor hair had shown itself since she'd begun.

'Not here… Not here… Or here… Where is he?" She thought frustratedly.

Opening the door to their bedroom, Orihime sighed irately as she was met with yet another empty room.

"Seriously, Ichigo. Where are you?" She asked no one in particular.

Unaware of his soon-to-be ex-fiance's manhunt, Ichigo was in the middle of experiencing bliss unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. While Orihime had been a happy participant in bed, she rarely went beyond what counted as vanilla. Yoruichi on the other hand?

Ichigo never knew pleasure like this existed.

"Fuuuck, Yoruichi," he groaned, his entire body shivering as he sank into the bed he was lying on.

His dark-skinned lover was in bed with him, staring down at him lovingly from where she was currently grinding on his cock like a pro. Her toned stomach and thin waist rolled back and forth, moving slowly almost like she was dancing on him as she dragged her ribbed walls all around his shaft. Each time his tip pressed against her womb, Ichigo groaned, the vice-like tightness of her cunt sending shivers of toe-curling pleasure all throughout his body.

They had been going at it for almost the entire day now, only pausing once to leave the training area and relocate to the cat woman's apartment. After that, neither of the two lovers could keep their hands off of the other for longer than a few seconds.

"Oh fuck… Yoruichi! I'm gonna cum! This is the last one!" Ichigo dug his fingers into the sheets, balling them up into his fists as he felt his dick throb angrily.

Yoruichi responded to his warning by tightening her cunt around his shaft and picking up the pace. Now instead of just grinding on him as she had been so far, she was bouncing on his dick like a professional horseback rider, driving him insane with the pleasure her movements were giving him.

"CUM!" She commanded him, squeezing down on his cock with her slick walls. "Fill me up with your seed! Get meEee PREGNAAANT!"

Gritting his teeth, Ichigo grabbed onto Yoruichi's slim waist, held her still, and thrust up into her ruthlessly for a few more seconds before giving her what she wanted.

"Shiiit!" Ichigo hissed, his balls contracting and his dick throbbing as he planted Yoruichi's fine ass against his crotch and painted her walls white.

"Oh my god, fuck meee! I'm CUMMING!" She squealed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she collapsed onto his chest while moaning and spasming uncontrollably. Lights danced in her vision and waves of untold euphoria rampaged throughout her body as her womb burned with Ichigo's freshly dumped seed. Unconsciously, her velvet tunnel tightened around his cock, draining everything she could from her lover's balls and milking him dry as he grunted and groaned beneath her.

The bed was now ruined, the marathon of sex between the two superhuman individuals covering it in their sweat and sexual fluids. Nothing short of replacing the entire mattress could fix the issue, but in the pleasure-induced-high the duo were currently experiencing, there wasn't a single ounce of care they could give about it. Not as they lay in the bed together.

"AHH!" A sudden squeal was torn from Yoruichi's lips as Ichigo's hands slapped onto her ass cheeks, sending tremors of eye-rolling bliss through her core.

"Really? Didn't you say that that was the last one?" She pouted up at him tiredly before wincing as he carefully dragged her sore yet satisfied pussy off of his softening member.

"I just can't help myself when these things are in reach, ya know? They're like magnets," Ichigo chuckled, taking one last grope of Yoruichi's luscious cheeks before moving his hands up to her hips and bringing her to his side.

There, with his arm around her back, she rested an arm on his chest and placed her head in the crook of his neck, basking in the warmth his body released. It was one of her favorite positions now that they were officially together. A fact that hadn't and wouldn't stop bringing joy to her heart for as long as she lived.

"Then maybe I need to lock those hands up, hmm?" Yoruichi teased, a yawn escaping her lips.

Ichigo's chest rumbled as he laughed. Although, he made sure to keep it quiet when he saw her starting to fall asleep. There was no telling how she might react if he disturbed her.

Either way, it wasn't a surprise that she was as tired as she was. Ichigo was also feeling the exhaustion that came with staying up for almost an entire day doing nothing but physical labor. Sex was tiring enough on its own, but add in a few-century-old horny catwoman who had finally claimed her prize, aka him, and Ichigo was practically drained of all his energy.

So pulling her even closer to himself and closing his eyes, the Kurosaki male decided to also get some rest. The clean-up and whatever else they had to do could come after that. Right now… he was way too tired to even think about moving.

The next day came way sooner than Ichigo hoped it would. Seated at Yoruichi's dining room table, he scrolled through his phone while munching on some toast that he'd made. Unsurprisingly, there were a ton of missed calls and texts, all from one number.

'Orihime… What am I going to do about you?'

As much as he knew that there wasn't a single ounce of love for her remaining in his body, Ichigo still didn't know how he would go about telling her that. He couldn't just send her out to the streets, right? What would his family think if he did? What would their friends think?

Could he tell them about her infidelity? Just the thought of that shamed him, though. No man wanted to be known as the one who got cheated on. It was like a mark that showed you'd somehow failed to keep your partner satisfied.

But was it really his fault? He'd done nothing but love and care for Orihime. She was his fiance, and there wasn't a moment in time when she wasn't in his thoughts in one way or another.

"Haahh…" He sighed, putting the half-eaten toast back on the plate and resting his head in his hands. "Maybe I should just call her and tell her."

"Tell who what?" Yoruichi draped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Jesus, Yoruichi!" Ichigo was startled, nearly jumping out of his skin at her sudden appearance. "I didn't even hear you come in."

"I thought we already went over this," Yoruichi smirked, her hands gliding over his chest. "There's no one better than me at stealth. Besides, I doubt you would've even noticed me if I'd yelled at you, you were that much in your head. What were you even thinking about so hard this early in the morning?"

"It's nothing really…" Ichigo sighed, but when he looked to his side and saw Yoruichi's doubtful stare, he faltered. "I'm being serious! It's nothing crazy. I was just wondering how I was gonna let Orihime know about, well… this." He brought his hand up to brush his fingers through her hair.

"Hmm…" Yoruichi stepped back. "Why don't you let me handle that," she said, moving her hands up to his shoulders and giving him a massage. "I can see that it's bothering you. So just take a breather and relax while I deal with it, alright?"

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" Ichigo asked, not too enthused with the hidden menace he could detect in her voice. Sure he didn't feel much at all for Orihime now after what she'd done, but that didn't mean he wanted Yoruichi to tear her to pieces just because she hurt him. That wouldn't be right of him.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt her, I promise. I have a much better plan in mind," she reassured him, taking her hands off his shoulders. Then, before he could respond, Yoruichi pulled his chair out and moved so that she was sitting in his lap.

Whether it was on purpose or not, it was successful in distracting Ichigo from what they had been discussing. Now, all he could focus on was the playful smirk Yoruichi was giving him along with the stirring feel of her round asscheeks shifting around on top of his crotch.

Then, when she leaned in and kissed him, it was over. Whatever worries that might have still been lingering over what Yoruichi had planned for Orihime were erased, sent into the wind along with his self-restraint as he began pawing at whatever part of his lover's body he could get his hands onto.

From there on out, Yoruichi became intimately familiar with the layout of her kitchen… her living room… and also her shower. Ichigo made sure of that. The two wouldn't be done with their activities for hours to come.

Orihime didn't know how long she had been awake by this point. Hours? Days? Years maybe? She'd looked everywhere she could think that Ichigo could have been. She'd gone up and down the streets of Karakura, asking anyone they knew if they'd seen him. None had.

Looking into the mirror of her bathroom, she saw just how much of a mess she had become. Her normally full and wavy hair was frizzy and all over the place. There were bags under her eyes and they were red and puffy from all the crying she had been doing.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, everything swirling around inside of her head at the speed of light, but all going back to one single origin.

Did Ichigo find out about her affair?

That was the only reason she could find for why he would suddenly ghost on her like that. He hadn't even left her a message on where he was going. Not a thing. Her phone lay silent on the countertop beside her like it had for the last day. She had even blocked that guy and refused to talk with anyone after realizing just how badly she had messed up.

Orihime prayed Ichigo would send her something at least, anything to let her know that he was okay, but she knew that likely wouldn't happen. Either he had already blocked her or his phone was dead, but neither her texts nor any of her calls could go through, and that wasn't because of a lack of trying.

It was only pure delusion at this point that kept her going.

*RIIING!* *RIIING!* *RIII-*

Orihime couldn't remember the last time she had moved so fast. The moment she heard her phone ring and saw that it was Ichigo who was calling she snatched it up and, after a little fumbling around, answered it while pressing it against her ear.

"Ichi-ehem-Ichigo, is that you? Why haven't you been answering my calls or texts?" Clearing her throat due to her sudden nervousness, Orihime wondered if all her worries had actually been for naught. A smile formed on her face and relief flooded her body as the stress she had been feeling washed awa-

"Sorry to burst your bubble…" Orihime froze when she heard a voice that didn't belong to her husband. "But I'm not Ichigo." A woman's voice, she realized, and one that was familiar and distinct in tone but sounded especially spiteful at the moment.

"Yoruichi?" She questioned, only to be stunned into silence at what the woman said next.

"I am calling about him though! Hehe~" Yourichi said, a slightly mocking titter escaping her lips as she heard Orihime's confusion. "Do you miss him? I bet you've been going crazy trying to find him huh? You have, haven't you?"

The obvious taunting made the orange-haired woman bristle in anger. "Will you stop messing around and just tell me where he is?!"

"Okay, okay~, relax." Orihime gritted her teeth as Yoruichi continued messing with her. "But first, I have something to tell you and I'm pretty sure you won't be happy to hear it."

Hearing the sudden seriousness in Yoruichi's tone, Orihime also found the anger she was feeling replaced with worry. "What? Did something happen to Ichigo? Is he okay?" She asked frantically, pacing around the bathroom in front of the mirror while holding the phone against her ear with both hands.

A thousand different scenarios played through her head, each worse than the last, of what possibly could have happened to her husband. Did he get hurt while fighting a hollow? That couldn't be it, though, there wasn't a hollow that existed that was stronger than him. Did he-

"He knows about your affair."

For the second time in less than five minutes, Orihime found her thoughts cut off so abruptly that she nearly flinched. "He-he what?" She asked shakily.

"You heard me. Don't act coy now, it's far too late for that. But anyways, you want to know where he is, right?" Yoruichi asked.

"Yes…" Orihime replied hesitantly.

"Good! Then I have just the thing for you. First, since I doubt you'll believe me otherwise, go ahead and check your messages. You should have a couple of things in your inbox that I just sent."

*Ding!*

As if on cue, Orihime's phone chimed with a couple of new notifications. Checking it, her eyes widened when she saw that Yoruichi had in fact sent pictures of her and Ichigo together. There was one where he was eating, one where he was laughing at something, and the one that hurt the most was the last one. In it, he was lying down, sleeping with his head on top of Yoruichi's chest while she held his head close and smiled up at the camera.

"Do you like it?" Orihime could hear the smug smile on Yoruichi's face as she asked that. It infuriated her just imagining what they must have been doing before the last one was taken.

Still, she had to remain composed. "Why are you showing me this? This doesn't help me at all."

"Of course it doesn't. But it hurts doesn't it, seeing him with another woman?" Yoruichi said with clearly fake remorse, her callousness stunning Orihime enough for her to continue uninterrupted. "Now that you understand just a little bit of how he felt. Why don't you and I play a little game?"

From then on, for the next few hours, Orihime found herself forced to participate in a convoluted scavenger hunt that led her from one side of Karakura town to the other. After solving the dozens of clues that she was given and following their directions, she found herself in front of a very familiar building.

"Karakura Massage and Spa"

The place where everything started, and if things kept on as they were, it would also be where everything ended. 'Alright, let's get this over with so I can get my man back.'

With that thought building resolve inside of her, Orihime opened the door and walked in. The jingle of the bell caused the receptionist to perk up and go into her default welcome for prospective customers.

"Welcome to Karakura Massage and Spa, how many I hel-Oh! It's you," she said, now recognizing Orihime once she approached the desk. "Here, this is for you." She opened a drawer and pulled something out. "Another girl came by a couple of hours ago and told me to give this to you when you get here. I promise I didn't look."

Taking the object from her, a small SD card that she probably would have to put in her phone, Orihime told her thanks and went to leave before the clerk's voice stopped her.

"Hey, are you still coming for your appointment tomorrow? You didn't come to the one you booked earlier today so I'm just asking in case you need to reschedule?"

"Ah… yeah… about that." Orihime gripped onto the hem of her shirt awkwardly. "My back pain's all gone now so I probably won't be coming back too often… haha," she lied. "You can go ahead and cancel all of those future appointments since I won't be needing them anymore.

"Well… that's great then!" The clerk smiled, not letting the awkward atmosphere get to her. "Let me not keep you any longer then. I hope you and whoever that other girl was have a great time with your little scavenger hunt!"

"Thank you." Orihime bowed her head marginally before scampering out of the lobby.

Embarrassment colored Orihime's cheeks, but with the SD card in her hand, she had better things to worry about. So hiding away in a random nearby alleyway, she took out her phone and slotted it in. A second or two later, the video app opened up and automatically played what was on it.

"Oh fuck, yess baby! Fuck me, harder!"

Blushing even harder than she already had been, Orihime quickly muted her phone and glanced around to see if anyone was near when the sounds of sex and moans blasted from the device's speakers. One last cautious look later and she was back to staring at the screen of her, now, silenced phone. On it, a video that made her blush vanish and her skin turn paler with each passing second was playing.

"H-how did she…" Orihime was at a loss for words. The only reason she didn't drop her phone was because of the unconscious death grip she had on it due to the fear coursing through her.

And almost like she could see what her reaction was, a miniature chibi version of Yoruichi doing a peace sign showed up on top of the video alongside a text bubble.

"Hey! Hope you like this angle! It really shows off how much of a whore you are! Ahahaha!" Orihime's eyes twitched as the miniature figure of Yoruichi laughed at her.

"When Ichigo saw this, he almost destroyed an entire training area because of how mad he was. I had to calm him down if you know what I mean." The figure winked.

Orihime gritted her teeth as she was reminded of the fact that her husband was probably in bed with Yoruichi at that very moment. She had to hurry and finish this stupid game, especially after hearing just how badly she had hurt him.

"Can you just tell me where to go next already!" She hissed at the screen. Of course, things weren't going to be so easy.

Firstly, because the Yoruichi on the screen couldn't respond to her, and secondly because even when Orihime dragged the video slider to find the hint for the next location, nothing showed up. She realized then, with great anger, that she would then have to watch the entire video from start to finish to find the hint that Yoruichi had very cleverly hidden.

'That bitch!'

On the other side of town, Yoruichi and Ichigo had just finished cleaning up her apartment and were lying down on her couch watching some random drama. Or at least, he was. She was on her phone texting somebody, but that did nothing to ruin the aura of pure satisfaction that oozed off of them in droves. There was a clear sense of relaxation filling the apartment, one that neither of the two had any intentions of breaking.

However, Ichigo did find himself growing curious as to what was keeping Yoruichi so immersed in her phone. In the end, however, he decided not to bother. The last time he did that was with Orihime and she had gotten really upset with him. Now that he thought about it, there really were some warning flags that he'd just outright ignored all throughout that relationship.

Orihime had been everything he'd wanted in a woman. But clearly, that image had just been what his rose-tinted glasses allowed him to see. Did that make what happened his fault though?

Thankfully, before he could delve any deeper into those thoughts, Yoruichi turned around and hugged him with a long sigh, burying her face in his stomach as he tried to act like nothing was wrong.

Normally, that would be no issue, but because they were in her home, Yoruichi's choice of clothing was more on the comfort side rather than appearance. The black tank top and loose booty shorts she had decided on made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else, especially as her ample breasts pressed up against his crotch. The basketball shorts that Ichigo was wearing made it pretty much impossible to hide any evidence if something were to let's say, spring up.

That was why, with her body pressed against him like it was, Ichigo felt that his restraint was being tested. On the other hand, Yoruichi smirked once she saw and felt the way she was affecting him. Her golden irises flashed with mischief as a plan was concocted inside of her head.

Rubbing her hands up his sides, she smiled because she could see the lust bubbling beneath his gaze as he stared at her. The heat of the moment was quickly getting to both of them, it seemed. With their gazes held, neither of the two lovers questioned the other on how it was possible for them to still have the energy to continue their romp when they'd been at it for almost an entire day already. That was the last thing on their minds.

No, the two were much more focused on the arousal building up inside of their bodies. Moving her hands up to Ichigo's shoulders and burying her face in his chest, Yoruichi took in deep breaths of his masculine scent before making her way back down to his crotch.

There, she smiled up at Ichigo teasingly, brushing her hand over his thighs while pressing her nose against his bulge as it twitched in reaction to her touch. It pushed against his pants, straining the material as though trying to escape its confinement and reach out to her lips.

Yoruichi felt her pulse quicken at that and quickly decided it was time for something more. So moving her hands to his waistband, and with him lifting his hips, she pulled both his pants and his boxers down in one go, freeing his stiff rod and moaning amorously as it slapped down on her upturned face. Her eyes crossed to look at it and her pussy burned as the heat it exuded ignited the lust inside of her body, twisting and urging her subconsciously to mount him no matter what.

But first, Yoruichi wanted to taste him.

Her eyes were lidded and unfocused and her mind was in a daze, but no matter how many times she'd seen it already, the dark-skinned goddess couldn't hide the awe that struck her whenever Ichigo's cock was within her gaze. Every inch of his masculine length sent her mind into a frenzy. From his round and heavy balls to his thick and meaty tip, her senses were going haywire, her nose twitching and her womb quaking as his powerful, domineering fragrance filled her nostrils.

"Mmm, God it looks just as tasty as ever," Yoruichi moaned, her mouth watering as she dipped her head down low.

In the next second, Ichigo's head fell back against the couch's cushion as she sucked his balls into her mouth. After that, it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her.

Swirling her tongue around each of his nuts, she worshiped and treated them like they were the finest delicacy she'd ever tasted.

"Oh fuuck," Ichigo groaned, dropping his right leg to the ground to give her more room to work with.

Yoruichi thanked him by going even harder, swapping to and from his right nutsack to his left and back again as she slobbered all over them. She wanted, no, she needed more of his strong, manly taste to coat her tongue. She needed him to fill her mind, body, and soul completely.

"Fucking Christ, that's so good," Ichigo hissed, palming the back of her head as she pulled at his nuts lewdly, releasing each one with a pop before she went to the other.

Knowing just where the hunt she'd sent Orihime on ended, Yoruichi needed him to know that he was hers, not that skank who had torn his heart in two. That was why she was being so aggressive.

Letting Ichigo's balls pop out of her mouth with one last toe-curling slurp, Yoruichi licked her way up from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. There, she looked up at his heavily breathing face for only a moment before parting her plump lips and diving straight in.

"Hoo-ly shit!" Ichigo's entire body jerked as Yoruichi took half of his cock down her throat in one go. His eyes narrowed and the hand that he had on the back of her head was now gripping onto the couch so hard there were tears forming in the cushion.

He was on cloud nine as she bobbed her head on the first half of his cock for what felt like forever. Her saliva was coating his length, dripping down to his already spit-soaked balls as she gagged and sputtered around him. Regardless, she was a demon, refusing to let go of his cock for even a second, her lips clamping down around his girth as she did her best to suck his soul out from his dick.

Unfortunately, as strong and enthusiastic as she was, Yoruichi's jaw was crying for some relief after being stretched out for so long. So, albeit reluctantly, she opened her mouth and released his cock, drawing a deep groan of disappointment from him.

"Mwah~!" She backed away from his cock, sniffling and wiping away the tears from her eyes as she jerked him off while steadying herself. "Jeez, Ichigo. Your dick is way too big~," she half moaned, half complained as she now used both of her hands to tug on his shaft.

Each one of them could only cover about a quarter of his length. But what Yoruichi couldn't get to with her hands, she used her tongue and lips to cover for them. Up and down she licked and kissed along the underside of his cock, humming and moaning as Ichigo's dick throbbed against her face.

"Oh my fucking God," Ichigo bit out, gritting his teeth as his cock lurched in her grip.

Yoruichi giggled softly when she heard him, her face hidden beneath his towering shaft as she continued laying wet kisses all along his length.

"Do you like that?" She whispered, dragging her lips up against the underside of his cock. "Do you like the way I worship your big, fat, cock?" She asked hungrily, Ichigo's groans of pleasure being all she needed to know he was loving it.

Once she reached his tip, Yoruichi opened her mouth and slapped it against her tongue, staring right into Ichigo's hazy eyes with her own that were clouded with lust. The combined taste, smell, and feel of her lover's massive erection was frying her brain and driving her insane.

Yoruichi already knew that she couldn't live without Ichigo. His presence was without a doubt going to be a permanent figure going forward. However, the deep craving for more and more of him that festered inside of her like a disease, to a degree, scared her. The only thing keeping her grounded was the fact that she knew that Ichigo wouldn't be scared off by her needy tendencies, no matter how weirdly they may manifest.

At the moment, however, such thoughts were the last thing on Yoruichi's mind. Giving Ichigo's cock the attention it so desperately craved was her priority. That was why, after blessing his tip with a few more kisses and flicking her tongue across his slit to suck up any precum he released, she let go of his cock and got off of the couch to stand in front of him.

"Wha-" Ichigo started dazedly. "Why'd you stop?"

Instead of answering him, Yoruichi chose to show him. Standing up from the couch, she didn't have to look to know that he was watching as she stripped off what little clothes she had on. First went her top, the loose tank top coming off easily, revealing every bit of her creamy chocolaty breasts that always made Ichigo's mouth water. Then went her shorts, and while initially he was lost on where he wanted to look at more, he was immediately drawn to the delicious sight of her wet and dripping folds the moment they were fully exposed.

"As much as I would love to suck your cock until your balls are empty." Yoruichi moaned, pinching one of her nipples with one hand and caressing her slit with the other. "I have a MUCH better place for you to deposit every last bit of your hot, sticky baby batter," she said, spreading her pussylips.

"Damn…" Ichigo bit down on his lower lip as Yoruichi showed him what she meant.

Climbing back onto the couch, or more specifically, him, the two lovers held eye contact the entire way through as Yoruichi sat down on his cock. Their moans were harmonious, resonating in the room as her pussy welcomed him home, its warm, wet, and oh-so-inexplicably tight embrace hugging Ichigo's shaft like a lost lover.

"Oh my God~," Yoruichi gasped when he finally bottomed out inside her, placing her hands on his chest to keep herself up. "You're stretching me out so much~."

Even after having sex with him for almost an entire day already, she still found it nearly impossible to take his immense thickness into her snatch up without flinching a little bit. His size was daunting, but she refused to back down. That, however, didn't mean she didn't encounter any difficulty along the way.

Ichigo's throbbing girth alone was almost enough to make her collapse onto his chest, but with his bulbous tip also pressing up against her womb and sending shivers of bliss and pleasure up her spine and throughout her body, Yoruichi's eyes rolled back into her head as a spine-tingling orgasm removed any conscious thoughts from her mind.

Orihime's eyes were bloodshot as she stared, unblinkingly, at the screen in front of her. After following the long and tiring series of hints given to her through multiple videos of her affair with the man she'd betrayed Ichigo with, it all led her right back to their home. That was when Orihime came across what she considered to be the worst part of this entire impromptu treasure hunt.

Somehow, and she wasn't sure she should even be surprised given who she was referring to, Yoruichi had snuck into their home and planted a USB stick right on the desk of their family computer. Orihime felt like the cat-woman was mocking her, but since there was nothing she could do about it, she picked up the memory stick, sat down in the chair in front of the desk, and plugged it in.

At first, nothing happened, but after a couple of seconds or so, Orihime nearly ripped out the USB when something started loading up very quickly. There was a thought in the back of her head that she'd been tricked and Yoruichi was delivering some sort of revenge on her with a virus on their computer, but what she didn't know was that it was actually so much worse.

After a minute or two, whatever had been loading up onto the computer finally finished. And when a window popped up right after, Orihime was made an unwilling witness to images that would scar her mentally and emotionally for the rest of her life.

Yoruichi had quite the knack for revenge, didn't she? That was something Orihume had been learning throughout the entire day. But the conclusion of it all? It wasn't about just revenge anymore, it was pure and soul-crushing destruction.

It was where Orihime was now, eyes bloodshot, staring unblinkingly with tears running down her cheeks as she was forced to watch a livestream of Yoruichi's apartment. On it, she watched, heartbroken and with hundreds of agonized thoughts running through her head, as the love of her life had hot, sweaty, passionate sex with another woman.

A woman whom she now hated with every fiber of her being.

Meanwhile, the aforementioned woman was far too focused on trying to survive her current predicament to even remember anything about her revenge plot.

On the couch with her legs on her lover's shoulders and her arms holding onto the couch behind her for dear life, Yourichi fought to stay aware as Ichigo mercilessly slammed away at her dripping snatch. Every deep, wall-stretching, plunge of his cock felt like it was rearranging her guts. And every animalistic grunt that he released resounded throughout her body.

The sounds of their sex filled the living room, overshadowing the show they had been watching as Ichigo made her sloppy hole into his personal sex toy.

Yoruichi saw stars as Ichigo pounded her gushing quim as if it owed him money. The couch shook from the intensity of their coupling, his thrusts threatening to knock it over or break it as he drove his dark-skinned lover to mind-bending climax after climax.

Ichigo's frenzied pace submerged Yoruichi's body into a pool of bliss that refused to let go of her no matter what. She felt like she was high. Euphoria was consuming her, taking over, forcing her to fight in an endless battle to remain conscious as her body was riddled with insane amounts of pleasure.

There wasn't an ounce of mercy in Ichigo's relentless pussy pounding. His balls slapped against Yoruichi's juicy ass, his hands groping her tits as he jackhammered her cunt with brutal efficiency. With what little coherence remained in her mind, Yoruichi wondered if an imprint of her ass would forever remain in her couch's leather cushions as evidence of this debauched day.

Despite her strength as a Shinigami, Yoruichi found herself unable to do anything but take it as Ichigo ravaged her. His breathing was heavy as he exerted himself, mounting her like an animal. But even as he groaned and sweated, the salty liquid rolling down his muscular back and dripping from his brow, Ichigo refused to slow down for even a second.

"Oh my God! Fuck! Mmmngh~! Cumming~! I'm fucking CUMMING!" Yoruichi screeched, her toes curling and her fingers digging into the couch as she was hit with another explosive climax.

"Shit, you're gripping onto me so tight, baby!" Ichigo hissed, falling forward and bracing himself right over Yoruichi's body as she clamped down on his cock and drenched his crotch with her cum.

The new position had her folded in half like origami, her long, toned legs, now up by her head, and his dick reaching even deeper into her depths if at all possible. Yoruichi couldn't even identify what she was feeling anymore. All that remained, while Ichigo's girthy shaft ground against her walls, was the deep understanding that there was nothing she had ever experienced before that came close to this level of bliss.

Not even the happiness she felt on the day Yhwach was killed could match the euphoria currently filling her system.

And as Ichigo began thrusting into her core with renewed fervor, Yoruichi wholeheartedly believed she had been transported into her own version of heaven. At that point, she was even considering thanking Orihime for spreading her legs like a whore for another man. If she hadn't gone through with her selfish actions, Yoruichi wouldn't have been gifted a man as emotionally and physically blessed as Ichigo.

Still, she felt slightly petty so….

"Yess, baby! Fuck me! Is my pussy better than that bitch's?!"

"So much better! Fuck! Take this dick!" Ichigo roared as he started putting all his weight into each brutal slam of his hips, making sure Yoruichi understood that he wanted nothing to do with Orihime and everything to do with her instead. Pile driving into her from above, he grunted hoarsely and gritted his teeth as he repeatedly stretched out her snug cunt.

Short, choked moans escaped Yoruichi's parted lips every time his cock thrust deep into her pussy. It was almost too much for her to handle. Her brain short-circuited because of the onslaught of pleasure, and her walls fluttered and massaged his length as one long, everlasting orgasm washed through her body from the tips of her toes all the way to her head. If she was in heaven before, now she had somehow been blessed by the Lord himself.

Ichigo huffed in exertion above her. But as he reached down and tweaked Yoruichi's diamond-hard nipples, drawing another beautiful cry of delight from her throat and causing her pussy to clamp down on his cock even harder, he denied his body's requests for rest. There would be time for rest after he was done filling her womb with his seed.

However, something told Ichigo that Yoruichi wouldn't let that be the end of things. If anything, they would probably be at it again for the rest of the day once more. It's not like they had any responsibilities they had to worry about given how peaceful things had become. So a day or two of nothing but debauchery was the least they could indulge in.

"Shit! I'm about to cum!" Ichigo groaned as he felt his balls begin to churn.

Yoruichi's hot, wet, womanhood was finally getting the best of him. His cock was swelling up inside of her, preparing to let loose a steaming hot batch of cum all over her fertile depths. His pace increased, his hips becoming a blur of motion as he jackhammered into her in a pleasure-filled haze.

There was nothing else on Ichigo's mind but the burning desire to sow his seeds in the beautiful woman beneath him. A ravenous desire that Yoruichi was more than happy to satisfy. She would honestly be surprised if she wasn't pregnant already. A thought, which, combined with the massive amounts of pleasure already coursing through her body, drove her right over the edge of another mind-numbing climax.

"Fuck! Here it comes!" The added pressure on Ichigo's dick pulled him right alongside her. And while her eyes rolled back into her head and her mind floated in the clouds, Yoruichi cried out rapturously as she felt Ichigo's throbbing cock douse her inner walls with his steaming hot baby batter.

They both moaned in unison as Ichigo collapsed face-first into her breasts, his pulsating cock still releasing copious amounts of his virile seed deep into her womb as he huffed heavily into her chest.

Bliss ran through both of their bodies, covering their skin in goosebumps, and filling them with a deep sense of satisfaction as Ichigo's release finally tapered off. There was nothing else to do but bask in the glow of their coupling, but being who she was, and remembering a little detail that the pleasure had made her forget, Yoruichi looked up at the corner of the room and, unbeknownst to Ichigo, gave a certain somebody a little present to remember her by.

Her tears had long since dried up, but with the phone in her hands cracked and slightly crushed, it was obvious that Orihime had been, and was still being affected by what she was seeing.

'I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna-'

She stopped her mental chant when Yoruichi looked up at the camera from where she lay on the couch. That alone didn't bother her, but when Orihime watched the bitch who'd slept with her husband put up a peace sign and stick her tongue out at her in an obviously mocking fashion, the phone was crushed between her palms. But sadly, not before she had the displeasure of reading the woman's lips and seeing her send one last infuriating wink at her.

"He said my pussy's better."

Orihime's eyes began to twitch madly, her once blank expression darkening quickly and only one thought running through her head as Yoruichi's taunting visage remained frozen in the back of her eyes.

"I'm going to KILL HER!"

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