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The concern of Donyoku uncovering that something was happening between Kyo and I prompted me to find a day where he would be home so that we could have a meeting. Starting serious problems with the Tsunayashiros was, again, not something I had any interest in doing until after Yhwach was dealt with. Despite how I was chipping away at Yamamoto's willingness to let C46 handle all the more annoying problems, I still was the only Shinigami who was comfortable with blatantly ignoring their orders. Kenpachi needed little convincing to also ignore them, and his Squad would unfailingly follow his example, but the other twelve Squads were not Squad 11. If the Tsunayashiro started causing serious problems due to a distaste of myself, they could easily phrase orders in unique ways to make things incredibly hard for me. More importantly, I trusted that they would be selfish and ignorant enough to do so without regard for the Wandenreich.
Which brought me to now, sitting in a meeting room inside the Tsunayashiro mansion, waiting impatiently for the Clan Head to finish whatever the hell he was doing so that we could get the meeting over and done with. While I waited, I looked over the meeting room, pleasantly surprised that it wasn't the feudal-style rooms that made up nearly every structure in the Soul Society except for the majority of the Squad 12 buildings. Granted, recently, and entirely because of me, Squad 4 was getting significant renovations to accommodate for better, more modern equipment, so they were slowly updating and catching up with the times. I probably should start pushing for more updates across the board, to modernize aspects of the Soul Society, especially beyond the Seireitei. Switching to more modern architecture in the Rukongai would go a long way for housing. Earlier districts did have bastardized apartment complexes, better described as sheds precariously built on top of each other, and none taller than two stories high. If we adapted that to more modern structures, we could easily make two and even three story complexes become commonplace, reducing homelessness by a dramatic amount. Proper orphanages could even be made, so that all the children who appeared in different districts than their parents could have safe housing. We could make a system where their descriptions would be spread out amongst the districts so that their parents could know about and find them, rather than embarking on near-hopeless quests to find a needle in a haystack the size of a country.
Returning to my original musing, I registered the fact that the room possessed a rectangular table suitable to hold six, with two on two of the sides and the shorter sides being able to fit a single person each. There also were proper chairs sat at the table, though only four. It seemed they had no interest to squeeze people at the ends, or confidence from their immense noble funds to just not care for it. I sat in a chair on the right side, so that there was an empty seat to my left. The chairs themselves were decently comfortable, not the absolute best I've sat in but far from what they could have been. I imagined that they were only lacking in quality due to still deciding if they liked the aesthetic of modern tables and chairs, since they absolutely had the money to buy the comfiest chairs possible. There surprisingly weren't any windows in this room, but that was made up for by there being a chandelier overhead and wall lamps at the corners. There wasn't much decoration beyond that, just an end table at two opposing corners of the room, out of the way of the sliding doors which similarly occupied opposite sides of the room. Almost certainly so that guests would not go through the same entrance as the Clan Head and increase the impact of his entrance.
Thankfully, it didn't take so long that I chose to actually leave, when Donyoku finally entered the room. I had been considering it heavily, however, something I chose to made clear to him. However, after I opened my mouth but before I actually spoke, another person entered the room after the Clan Head: Kyo. Unlike the last time I had seen her, she was put together and standing straight, though it wasn't much of a surprise since she obviously had time to clean herself up after I fucked her relentlessly. There was no mistaking that she walked with a noticeable limp, though. I wondered what her excuse was to her husband. Perhaps she told him that she fell? That something fell on her? Since the instance where I fucked her to invoke that limp was during the Zanpakuto Rebellion, it was even possible she made up that she had been attacked by a zanpakuto before being rescued by someone.
"Kurosaki-san! Once again, I'm so happy we could get this meeting arranged." Donyoku greeted enthusiastically. "When two men who are as busy as your and myself are need to have a meeting, it is an incredibly trying endeavor for our availability to line up. Which makes me so pleased that we could get a meeting together so soon!" The two of them sat down at the table, the green-haired man on the right and his wife on the left, so that she was directly across from me and he was off to the side. The husband gave his wife a confused look, as she had pushed herself to take her seat first through her limp, which left him to take the farther seat since he did not possess her rush. My eyes narrowed, both at the action as well at Donyoku's comment.
"It almost never happened anyway." I grumbled, making sure my displeasure was thoroughly known. "I've been waiting here almost an hour. If you weren't gonna get to me until now, I'd have rather known so I could get other shit done in the meantime rather than think you were flaking on me." I didn't honestly have anything else to do at this time, but it would have been an extra hour I could have spent with Yoruichi and Unohana, pretending the only problems I had were with things that involved violence rather than forced diplomacy and lies. A frown appeared on Donyoku's face, and only the Clan Head's face.
"I…apologize, but what is that term, 'flaking'? I'm not familiar with the verbiage of the World of the Living, so I have no understanding of it." He asked. My eyes rolled.
"It basically means to abandon me without telling me. You had me waiting for so long that I thought you had either forgotten about our meeting or chose to disregard it for something you felt was more important." I warned, making sure to glare at him so that he understood the serious heat in my expression. The man immediately began stuttering in nervousness, demonstrating that he had absolutely no resistance to such anger.
"Cut him some slack, Ichigo." Kyo spoke up, her voice buttery smooth in the worst, most subtly mocking way. I wanted to punch her in the face for every word she spoke. "The two of you were barely able to arrange this meeting as it was, of course the timing of everything would be a bit of a struggle to get perfectly right. Your wait could have been significantly worse. I'd say that only having to sit here for an hour is a blessing, wouldn't you agree, my dear husband?" She purred as she turned to the man, playfully resting her right hand on his left bicep. The man continued to stutter for a moment, this time while staring at the placement of her hand while his face flushed with a soft dusting of crimson. I didn't want to disrespect the man, or justify the horrible actions we were doing, but I couldn't help but think it made a disgusting amount of sense that Kyo would want someone else when her husband was that pathetic. She wasn't even being saucy, she just laid a hand on his bicep, and he was floundering like a fish.
"R-right, yes, just as Kyoeikokoro said. That I was able to finish my earlier task so promptly is truly a blessing of the Soul King. I could have been indisposed for significantly longer. If anything, it only was able to be completed so swiftly because I was rushing as much as I possibly could to finish it and get to you for our meeting! I promise you, I well and truly am deeply invested in hearing of your timeline where that rascal Aizen was able to cause so much terror, and that Quincy bastard, his destruction across the three worlds." The sad, pathetic man sounded so wounded and hopeful that he hadn't accidentally ruined his chance to hear my stories because of his unavailability. I almost couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes, but I did barely manage to succeed at reigning it in.
"You can stop with all the begging and ass-kissing. I said I almost left because of how long I was waiting, not that I'm going to. It's still important for the disasters of the wars to be known and publically available, and I don't have the time on my own to sit down and tell each and every individual Shinigami about it. Not with how busy I am being the War Preparation Leader and having to maintain and keep track of the training of every Shinigami in the Seireitei as it is." I had to keep myself from seething, since I didn't truly want this meeting in the first place but the bastard's wife didn't give me a damn choice but to be worried about his opinion. "Since we're both short on time and both of us know it, how about we skip all of the greetings and talk and just get down to business with discussing everything."
I did have a deep desire, born from concern, to know why Kyo was part of this meeting when she had no reason to be involved, but my train of thought on the matter was simple. The longer I sat here and had to remain in her presence, the longer she had to wreak havoc and cause even greater problems for me. There was no telling what hidden intentions she had for wanting to be part of this meeting, and the shorter I cut it, the fewer opportunities and time she had to act out her plans. Already, she carried a confident smirk that screamed she was getting something out of this, if not that she had a plan which had already gotten started somehow without me knowing what it was. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as I could, so I bulldozed through all of the bullshit and shot straight for the heart of the matter. Donyoku appeared incredibly surprised by my efficiency, though it was clear from the fact that there wasn't any offence present upon his features that he didn't gather any deeper meanings from my hurry. If anything, the Clan Head smiled widely once my words fully settled in his mind, and he nodded an eager nod of happiness.
"Of course, Kurosaki-san! I understand your plight, I too have so little time available to myself with my duties as Clan Head of the Tsunayashiro Clan and keeper of the history of the Soul Society for such frivolities and fanfare. If only the rest of the nobles I had to deal with were as clear cut with their intentions and as straight to the point as you are, I'd be able to spent time with my wife without my mind being plagued by worries of my many responsibilities being left unattended to! I am truly grateful for you, Kurosaki-san!" The man was so pathetic in his egregious gratuity, I was half worried he was going to step out from the table and get to his knees in front of me to bow in gratefulness. It was taking longer for him to finish thanking me for being so straightforward than it likely was going to take to actually get through with telling him about the alternate future I was part of.
"Yes, we are immensely grateful for your presence and all that it means, Ichigo." The green-haired wife commented, her smirk unwavering, and being so potent in its smugness that I could feel it radiating off of her. I was surprised that her husband didn't find anything off with how she was behaving. "Every time you arrive at our estate, I have no doubts in mind that all of my worries will be forced from my mind and I'll be able to relax totally and completely." My eye twitched at the comment, the words within it so particularly chosen that there was no possible way for her husband to catch any hints of her true meanings unless he already had strong suspicions of our amoral activities.
"Just as my wife says, Kurosaki-san, you make my life significantly easier and leave me much better refreshed to deal with the poisonous words of the other nobles." Evidenced by the fact that he so readily supported her words without even the slightest hesitation that they might mean something else.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "You're really grateful that I was able to make it to this meeting, I swear just shut up and let me know what you want to hear about today so we can get on with why this meeting is even happening."
"Yes, let's." Kyo nodded while leaning forward, resting one elbow on the table and then resting her chin on that hand. "Go on darling, proceed with business. I'll sit here to give you further support and encouragement, as well as keep you on topic. We both know how easily you are sidetracked, after all. If I hadn't been here through all of your meetings today, we might not have been able to meet with Ichigo."
"Right, yes, of course!" The man vigorously nodded. "Last time, we went over that bastard Aizen's manipulations with the Vizard, how he was in truth the one who turned them into what they were and blamed Kisuke Urahaha for it to act as his scapegoat. Are there any other incidents from before your becoming acquainted with the Soul Society that he was involved in?" My eyes went up in thought as I parsed through what I knew for what the Clan Head was asking for. Anything from before I became involved with the Soul Society, huh?
"Yeah, actually. My father, Isshin Shiba, and his disappearance about twenty years ago." I looked over at him while I talked, and pointedly ignored the distinct sensation of a sock-covered foot sliding over my right knee and up my thigh. If I didn't react and acted as though I didn't care, she might get disinterested and give up. If her whole goal with being present for this was to fluster me, then not giving her that might get her to theoretically throw her hands up and abandon trying. It was clear that she wanted to do this with him present, some sort of game of getting to tease me right next to the person who could immediately cause problems if I got us caught.
"Oh yes! I had been pondering that. So Aizen was involved in Shiba-taicho's disappearance, I'm very happy to know that I was correct in my guess. Do continue." I had to keep my face from twitching as the foot trailed to the apex of my legs, directly over my crotch, and began slowly, gently rubbing over it. It was an attempt to arouse me, which unfortunately was likely to work since the male penis didn't care what touched it as long as something did. But thankfully, I could just ignore the desire. Best case scenario, so long as I kept about my wits, Kyo could get caught and her husband would just get mad that she was trying to seduce me while sitting next to him. He might get mad enough to ban her from getting close to me, which would severely reduce her ability to meet up with me and hold her bullshit over my head if her husband was actively in the way of it.
"So, Isshin went out to the World of the Living on his own to investigate a series of hollow attacks that he suspected had something more dangerous than a simple hollow being the cause of." I explained, taking small delight in seeing a mild frown appearing on the green-haired woman's face when I successfully proved resistant to her rubbing my crotch with the ball of her foot. If she wanted to see me squirm when I had something to focus on outside of her, she would be gravely disappointed. I was very good at focusing my attention, especially when I didn't want to pay attention to something.
"I imagine the true cause was Aizen?" Donyoku wondered.
"The true cause was Aizen's meddling." I corrected, noticing Kyo adjusting how she sat in the corner of my eye, and refusing to turn my head so that she was out of my peripherals. There was no doubt in my mind that she was stepping up her game and doing something that I would actually react to, so I focused on what I was recounting. "Aizen made a hollow out of Shinigami souls, the strength of a Vasto Lorde, and was sending it after Shinigami deployed to the World of the Living so that it would be that much harder to catch what he was doing. My father had suspicions about it, and being a Shiba, figured that it would be better to just tackle the problem head on rather than deal with requesting to be sent out to investigate."
I caught a glimpse of what Kyo was doing, and I immediately cursed at myself. The damn woman had leaned back so that she was outside the corner of Donyoku's eye, helped by how invested he was in my story. With her position out of his view, she felt far too comfortable, or probably just too distracted by her horny to worry about the consequences. With a wide, saucy smirk on her face that told she knew I was watching all of it, she brought up her arms to cross her arms under her chest, pushing up her breasts slightly, and hooked her left thumb on the inner edge of her robe to pull it away from her, sliding it out and down so that her right breast fell out from her robe, fully exposed. I watched her nipple harden in the exposed air, half from the cooler temperature of the room and half from knowing that I was looking at it against my better thoughts. Her smirk widened, and I knew I was doomed. Like a shark smelling blood, she saw my reaction and knew that she would only get more from pushing the boundaries further.
"Considering you've informed me that Aizen had control over the Central 46, I can't help but agree that was the better decision." Donyoku commenting on what I informed him of drew me back to him, which I was internally grateful for. It reminded me that I needed to focus on him to keep Kyo from accomplishing her goal.
The woman suddenly stood, her breast still hanging out, but stepped behind her husband in her motion to get out of her seat, so he did not see her in her current state. He made to tilt his head back to catch a glimpse of her, but she swiftly rested her hands on each of his cheeks, gently keeping him from turning his head.
"I have something to get to, womanly duties is all I need to say." She announced suddenly, which invoked a suspicious concern in me. "You two can continue your meeting, don't worry about me." The Clan Head accepted her response with startling ease, and returned his focus to me. His focus was so intense that he didn't notice his wife stepping back, getting down to her hands and knees, and starting to crawl under the table. Fuck.
"You're right that it was the better choice." I went back to describing the story of how my dad went MIA in an effort to preemptively ignore what the woman crawling under the table was going to do. It wasn't a large table, but it was large enough that her husband wouldn't see any part of her body sticking out while he was sitting at it. Especially not if he was so invested in what I was saying. "Isshin saw the Vasto Lorde, which Aizen called 'White', and immediately attacked it. He could tell there was something wrong with it, beyond that it was such a powerful hollow, and didn't take any chances with it." I felt the sash around my waist being pulled open, falling to the sides of the chair as my hakama loosened. "He would have used his Bankai against it, but Aizen, who was watching the fight, performed a sneak attack to injure my father enough that his Bankai would hurt himself too much to be viable in the fight. Naturally, it resulted in Dad choosing to not use his Bankai."
"Then how did he defeat such a powerful hollow?" The blind bastard was wholly unaware of his wife being under the table, pulling my hakama down to expose my semi-hard cock, and wrapping her lips around it hungrily.
"My mother, who was an incredibly powerful quincy residing in the same city that Aizen deployed the hollow. When my father started fighting it, she rushed to join in and help him out, disregarding the feud between Shinigami and Quincy." I began rushing the story, as I did not possess the fortitude or experience to hide being sucked off, especially not as aggressively as Kyo was doing so. It was only because of how loud I was speaking that her choking and slobbering on my cock was not heard, but I wouldn't be able to keep that up for long. "Together, the two of them defeated White, but at the cost of White performing its objective of infecting my mom with a hollowfication virus."
"Oh my!" The man gasped into his hand. My fists clenched on the table as I fought to not react while his wife's nose pressed against my crotch, taking all of my cock into her throat gleefully.
"Since this was after Kisuke was banished to the World of the Living and he had already solved the Vizard's hollowfication, he was able to find them and save my mom, though they had to use my Dad's Shinigami powers as a seal to do it, which was the main reason why he wasn't able to go back to the Seireitei."
"I see, I see! Thank you for telling me, Kurosaki-san!"
"Yeah. I just realized that I forgot to plan out something against the Quincy." I winced at the terrible lie, but it was hard to think when I felt an eager tongue wiggling along my shaft, caressing the sides of it to coax out an orgasm. "I'm gonna have to cut this short here. You mind if I use this room?" Somehow, he got the hint from that but not any other hint that had been thrown out during the meeting.
"Oh, of course! Go ahead, Kurosaki-san! I'll take my leave, the room is all yours! Thank you once more for taking the time out of your day for this!" Unable to verbalize anything without saying things I didn't want him to hear, I nodded as he got out of his chair and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Within moments of him leaving, I pulled my chair back, earning a whine from Kyo as threads of saliva pulled from her mouth to my cock. Her whine did not last long as I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her up and on her back on the table, and ripped the sash keeping her robe shut apart. She instantly released a delighted giggle and threw her robe open, revealing that she wore no form of underwear under it. I wasted no time, grabbing her left leg and slapping my cock into her sopping cunt, pulling from her a deep, satisfied grunt and a delirious smile. Her sharp green eyes remained clear enough to peer at me with confidence.
"Kiss me." She commanded, and I was too absorbed in the moment to argue with her, leaning down to press my lips against hers. I felt her victorious smirk against my lips before she fell into lust along with me. I rutted into her hard enough that the table we were on shook, rattling along the mat floors beneath us as she wrapped her legs around me, not so much encouraging any of my thrusts as she was just keeping me close.
A sadistic pride emanated from her that I didn't bother to understand, ignoring it in favor of continuing to pound away at her with the intention to unleash the load she had been halfway to coaxing out of me while her husband was staring me in the eye. I didn't want to be here in the first place, I didn't want to be in this situation. I figured the damn psychopath got off to my cum so much and came so easily from me that I didn't need to give her a long session, just one orgasm from me before I could leave without complaints.
Her tongue played around with mine happily, swirling around mine sloppily as she delighted in how my mouth dominated hers. I felt my orgasm grow in my balls, but unlike last time where I was so lost Zangetsu had to pull me from it, I remained conscious of how close I was. I kept a close eye on how my balls and cock throbbed with my readying orgasm as I continued to rut away into her pussy, fucking her powerfully and deeply. It came closer and closer, until it was nearly painful, and only then did I gasp and pull myself out of her, overpowering the squeeze of her legs to slip the head of my cock out just as the first pump flew out from my shaft, spraying her clit and her abdomen past that.
I stared her in the eye as we panted, my deep glare unaffecting her mysteriously proud grin. She maintained our stare for several moments, seemingly trying to impress upon me some victory I didn't understand, before she finally closed her eyes and spread her hands over her cum covered skin.
Perturbed by the stare, I fixed my clothes and left without a word.