Chapter 3 R-18+

He took care to stress that he would be hard-dic - hard-pressed to pass up some time with his favorite two honeys! Ichigo tapped "send" as he rose shakily from his seat, heading towards the gift shop... A quick stop-off for Rukia's presents, and then meeting the girls at the club.

It was going to be a big diversion, but he had to at least drop in at the club his two gal-pals were partying in, didn't he?

And the marvels of Japanese technology meant that, if he needed to, he could make it to his restaurant rendezvous with Rukia in minutes flat.

Not a problem! He was perfectly fine, and he'd be able to make his date with Rukia, no problem.

It was while he was in the gift shop, picking up the last of her gifts that the next message came.

The only problem was the fat, throbbing bull-rod nearly poking a hole in his pants as his phone buzzed and another teasing message came up.

A video! He downloaded the whole thing, popped in his earbuds, and hit "play"... before nearly losing his mind.

In the end, the view was absolutely worth it. Rangiku and Yoruichi partied at the club, eager for their boytoy to come and join them... and the girls had no qualms at all showing him what he was missing out on.

While Rangiku sat in back, one hand holding her phone steady and the other scritch-scratching the neck of her Appletini...

Yoruichi ascended into a living fertility idol on the dance floor.

It was mesmerizing. It was as far removed from Rukia sexually as anything could ever possibly be: the giant black ass gyrating and twerking up and down on the tiny screen of Ichigo's phone might as well have been from another planet.

Those seductress curves looked as though they'd been conjured up from Ichigo's wildest fever dreams, wrapped up in a painted-on pair of hip-hugging yoga pants and stamped to be shipped straight to his lap.

The white spandex pants came with windows all the way up the legs, slits that revealed tantalizing peeks of sinful flesh.

Lucky little Ichigo drank it all in, loving everything about them...

Those cock-stiffening dick-teasers had thoughtfully come pre-ripped, making it so much easier on horny young men like him, who needed to breed A.S.A.P. One little tear up the side and they'd peel right off, nice and easy~

Inside pants ripped straight from a hip-hop video, the Shinigami babe's very fat, very black, and very shiny ass shook, cheeks clapping for the camera.

Each skank-tacular sway heaved them on her molded curves a little more, flashing a little more gleaming butt over the waistband and revealing more and more of the rhinestone thong riding all the way up to Yoruichi's waspish waist.

"Woooo! Yeah~! Shake it, gurl!" called Rangiku.

Both beauties laughed playfully, Yoruichi grinning back at Rangiku over her shoulder.

She gave her partner a thumbs-up, flashing a pink-painted fingernail covered in whorls and patterns.

It was exactly the sort of cliched comment that would have made Ichigo roll his eyes under any other circumstances... It conjured up thoughts of trashy bitches who needed male attention for validation.

But it was hard to hate the words dripping from Rangiku's mouth, or the way Shihōin squatted down and sped up her gyrations, until her ass-bouncing looked less like a dance than ever.

She looked one barked command away from slipping those tight pants off, dropping thong, and spreading her pink little slit right in the middle of her most dangerous period.

Somehow this animal in heat had managed to disguise itself as the usually calm, cool and capable Yoruichi Shihōin.

He wanted to find it all laughable. But it was hard when it was these two. He was hard, looking at these two.

Matsumoto and her dark-fleshed friend were some of the most intelligent and enticing gals he'd ever met, women he'd always imagined as beyond his grasp.

They felt too much of a handful compared to sensible, kind-hearted Rukia. Wild women through and through, they burned through men like tissue paper... and yet, here they were, acting like... this.

He felt like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to: two of the strongest pillars of Soul Society laughing and flaunting their bodies.

Craziest of all, they were doing it for him.

The end of the short video was the real treat.

That heated hussie, Rangiku, was having so much fun toying with Ichigo and his horny cock, she shook with laughter... causing the camera clasped in her hand to bobble about with her chuckling.

That little action alone showed Ichigo that the camera wasn't giving him the whole story: he heard her cute, impish laughter, but with each snigger from the blonder-than-blonde faux-bimbo beauty, her colossal mammaries rippled gently, smooth as the surface of a lake.

Matsumoto's chuckles spreading all the way through her chest, bouncing it like only soft, natural, and enormous breasts could.

And when she was done filming, the little device went right down her top.

The blonde buxom babe thrust it deep into the depths of her little green bikini bra, down into the left cup with the video still playing.

She tapped the screen to end the the video, but not before Ichigo got a glimpse of something he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon; for all her play at being a wild party girl, those pale white titties of the Lieutenant were capped by the darkest, thickest, and most mature pair of brown nipples Ichigo had ever seen.

This close, with the nub thrust against the phone's camera, he saw every little crinkle of those hardening nubs. They looked ready for a pair of lips to wrap around them...

His, or his baby's.

Yoruichi and Rangiku both looked way too good. They were begging for him to come join them... He had to go.

But... Rukia...

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Ichigo watched the video again. This time, he forced himself to look anywhere but those heaving bouncing, hypnotizing tits... he scanned the background of the shot, ignoring the buxom ebony and ivory melons.

He looked towards the shadows... and almost broke his phone when he saw what was waiting back there.

Men. Dozens of them, way too many of them. And to a man, all those thieving jackals were hungrily looking on at the two young women trying to draw Ichigo in with the most base of seduction techniques. It ticked Ichigo off.

Did they even have the faintest idea what sort of cheap, dirty teasing Matsumoto and Yoruichi used to lure him in?

The way they were acting right now would make a feminist have a heart attack, but those greedy fucks thought they had an "in" over Ichigo?

He wasn't even at the club and he had a better chance of getting his long, bare pole hilted inside either - or both - of those sluts than any one of those limpdicks did.

Something about that made Ichigo's cock stand up just a little harder, and get a little angrier. His cute li'l male hindbrain simply insisted that those tits were his.

He deserved to go down there, slap his hands on those big bitch asses they were always waggling around Soul Society, and show those other guys who the big-dick bull was around here.

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