Bleach - Yoruichi's Whims (Part 4)

How was Yoruichi Shihoin in bed? Loud. Very loud. Sweaty and grinning and the type to just keep going. But even she had her limits. Teeth showing, saliva dripping in heaps, and her laughter getting interrupted by the obscene pleasure. Her black ass was glued to the pelvis of Aiko whose cock was deep, deep inside. In this position, one would think Yoruichi had the advantage.

"W-waaaaiittt~!"

She didn't. This was all Aiko, her ass bouncing and jiggling because of his thrusts. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Moans, cries, and begging. "Aikkoooo~! Aiko! Aiko~!" 

Aiko, an ordinary man up until he was in bed. When pushed was filled with the primal instinct to rail this black bitch. The beast inside him had emerged. Unshackled, unbridled, and lacking mercy.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

Juicy white cum juices dribbled on his stomach. Yoruichi after so many hours was absolutely losing it, physically and mentally. "Unnhh! Gshhhk!" Yoruichi bit her bottom lip, saliva leaking, a smile spreading. "W-waiittt! I'm cumminnnggg~!"

His hips were lurching upward without restraint. His cock seemed so big that she couldn't breathe. The same could be said for Aiko. CLAP—! Following a thrust with Yoruichi gasping loudly, he took a break. Breathing hard, he laid down on the bed and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. Simply remaining inside Yoruichi. Simply feeling. The bubbly romance of being one with the dark-skinned gal was not lost on him. Hours upon hours of sex. Hours upon hours of kissing and cumming. Relaxing like this felt glorious. He felt like had become a real man. He felt…complete—and it was all because of Yoruichi. 

Whap—! 

"Huh—?" He peered down and saw the black booty slam down on him repeatedly. His cock—swallowed. The sudden press of the play button caught Aiko off-guard and in an instant their prior emotions were reversed. 

Now, it was Yoruichi taking over.

"I said wait, didn't I?" Yoruichi peered over, purple strands over her eyes, and grinned. Her pussy seemed to get tighter. "Shunko!"

Shunkō is the highest form of Hakuda technique, a combination of Kido and Kahuda. In combat, Shunko was to amplify the arms and legs. But Yorucih adjusted its application, switching from the limbs to her pussy. This Kido was a type of Kaido or Healing Kido—specifically, the effect of tightness and warmth.

"Y-Yoruichi…!"

The strongest Soul Reaper in the world couldn't have pulled out so what chance did poor Aiko have. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her cunt a Bankai with how powerful it was.

"Now, it's time to really fuck."

Yoruichi smirked. Now, it was revenge time.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

Her ass moved so fast that it left afterimages. She went up and down his cock a thousand times per second—literally faster than lightning. She lived up to her name as the 22nd Head of Shihōin Clan, the Captain of the 2nd Division, and the Flash Goddess.

"Nngghh!" Aiko had never felt anything like this. A pussy so sight and warm that he immediately came. "W-wait, I'm—!" 

Yoruich didn't allow him to cum inside. Instead, his cumshots went and landed on her ass, greasing it with white. "Cumming!" Aiko was too slow with his announcement and was already halfway drained. Momentarily, he stared at dat black ass and watched his light-skinned cock twitch and pulse pathetically.

The strands of white aimed where they were supposed yet wanted to have done it elsewhere. Her pussy. Her womb. That was where he wanted to be. But instead, his throbbing cock met the empty air and came until the dribbles landed on his sack.

"Done already?" Yoruichi's lovely hole drifted up to tease his sensitive cock.

"S-sorry," Aiko muttered. "Just give a second—"

"Nope!"

She dropped down and devoured his cock with her juicy wet pussy. Then, before he could react, her ass flew up to the tip then slammed back down.

Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! 

The blurry black hops were back. Aiko couldn't keep up. She was fucking so fast that things were blurry. The blurs quickly turned into afterimages. He was seeing actual afterimages. She never left his cock either, making sure it was permanently in the cycle of her squeezing walls.

"Haah! Haah…" His breaths came in short, heavy gasps. "Y-Yoruichiii!" 

"Stop whining, Aiko! You have Yoruichi Shihouin on top of you, what's there to complain about?" 

She was right. She was absolutely right!

But then again—

'Tight, tight, tight!'

Aiko couldn't hold on. He just watched that ass drop. Watched his cock disappear like magic. Watched speed that an Olympic athlete would find themselves envying. His second load was coming up, 

"You shy, little man."

Yoruichi slowed down considerably and craned over her shoulder. The smirk on her face grew. Aiko was utterly overwhelmed, arms spasming and cock twitching inside her, begging to cum. But Yoruichi suddenly going from max to a snail's pace was infuriatingly effective. The feeling of being in cloud nine was there. Aiko was dizzy while huffing and puffing and earning tight clenches of her walls.

Was it a reward? A punishment? Yoruichi herself probably didn't know. She grinded her ass down to base, squeezing him for another load.

Only a minute had passed. This was what it was like fucking at beyond a Captain-level.

Twenty-six years old and he felt small while inside this short ebony woman. "Men often get complacent once they bag a hot babe. Letting all that talk get to their heads."

Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! Wham—! 

Squeeeeze! Yoruichi pulled herself off of him, pussylips clinging to him hotly. She turned around and rips that delicious ass of hers from his gaze, her face now greeting him. Her pupils were in slits like a cat, black behind an alluring tapestry of yellow. Eyes that no woman should have. Big boobs on an athletic body. A waist that begged to be gripped.

Except she wouldn't let that happen. 

"Keep that cock nice and hard, babe!"

This was her moment. Her confidence. Aiko's cock was simply hers to ride and use.

"Y-Yoruichi…!" Aiko gasped. "T-the bed…!"

"Who cares!?" 

Creaak! Creaak! 

The bed itself was shifting forward, the headboard lightly hitting the wall. The mattress and its springs were also struggling. 

She was riding him like a horse, back arching alongside her movements and her pussy matching the shape of his cock. She was no longer super tight, she was warm and yummy. Aiko just wanted to stay inside her forever.

"Yes, that's it! Thaaaat's it~! Mmmm! Ngh! Yes~!" 

But staying inside her was impossible. Having a pussy this amazing caused the worst scourge of men: premature ejaculation. Hardly two minutes had gone by since his previous nut and he was already on the cusp of the next. Pre-cum shot out wildly. Only the real thing remained…!

"You're close, aren't you?" She wore a big grin. "I'll let you fill me up this time! So give it everything you got! Fill me up, Aiko!"

Yoruichi leaned all the way forward while bringing her ass up. Her eyes and lips were close and their foreheads were touching. Aiko inhaled sharply as she left his entire length save for his tip. He felt juices drip down and the curl of her lips.

Wham!

Yoruichi slammed back down once, twice, and built back to her old ass-dropping afterimages. Because of how close they were, Yoruichi saw the exact moment that he experienced the sudden explosion. The confusion and the moan that came with it. Yoruichi licked her lips, hungry.

Then grinned when she felt his cock pop off. The long strings of cum filled her up. Yoruichi drew in a long breath and simply smiled, preferring to see Aiko's reaction.

"C-cumming…" Aiko murmured. His announcement was pathetic and a sign that he was really wearing down. His load, funnily enough, hadn't thinned in the slightest.

"Mmm…" Yoruichi was able to tell as much and rocked back and forth on his cock. Her pussy milked them till he was left with a sigh.

Exhausted, Aiko closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

"That's one for ya! Let's go for number two!" 

"W-wait—"

"No waiting! Shunkō!" 

Aiko was utterly gobsmacked. His cock that was supposed to be softening was squeezed back to life. Hearing Shunkō and the sudden clap of her big black booty, Aiko knew he was at her mercy again. He knew he was going to be subjected to the sound of the creaking bed. 

"Come on, come on~!"

Hopping on dick while grinning and looking at the ceiling. Each time she came down, the ass clap sounded like lightning and she felt the thick head of his cock hit her sweet spot.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her nipples hard and erect. She rode him harder and faster, lost in the heat of the moment. Lost in wanting to have cum inside her. Lost in wanting another load.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! 

Back arching to puff out her boobs, Yoruichi's hands were seemingly cute while flat on his stomach. A subtle seduction. In reality, she was keeping him down.

"Mmmphh~! Nnngghh~! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, yesssh~!" Yoruichi was looking up with crossed eyes, delighted. She went faster, bouncing up and down his cock. "Your! Cock! Is! Amaazzziiing~!" 

The bed was creaking loudly. The springs sounded like they were about to reach their limits. 

So eventually, the pressure of an orgasm returned. His body rose with adrenaline, balls tightening and ready to fill her up. "Haaa…!" There was no warning, he could only wrap his arms around her and cum. Boobs pressed to his chest. Her voice moaning in his ear.

It was sensational. As he released himself inside her, Yoruichi felt his thick load filling her up, coating her insides.

Aiko hugged her tight, cock still pumping her with his load.

When it was done, Yoruichi sighed. Aiko practically went limp. Smiling, she whispered in his ear, "You came so much…" Her hand reached around and grabbed his balls. "I'm sure you can cum more!"

The squeeze jolted him back into an erection. However…

Creeeak!

The bed couldn't handle it. At long last, it collapsed and the mattress struck the floor. Yoruichi blinked, surprised. Aiko was silently crying for help, both because of his bed and his empty balls.

Yoruichi shrugged. "Oh well. The mattress is still there. Let's keep going, Aiko~!"

…

…

…

Hours passed. The sun was up and the Karakura town was up and ready to go to work. The same could not be said for Aiko.

"The bed broke, eh? Too bad."

Yoruichi sat on the edge of bed tying her purple hair. During sex, it was loose and wild. Now, like the atmosphere of the room, it was deliberately going for a break.

Yoruichi got up, ebony ass cheeks shifting as she walked. God of Thunder 3 was still proudly plastered and still as boner-inducing as ever. Alas, right now, Aiko couldn't afford to get hard.

"I'll be back."

Huff…puff…

Those noises weren't Aiko. Not exactly. Those were the symbolic sound effects of his manhood. His balls looked drained. Like some sort of cartoon joke, his scrotum had deflated from the sheer amount of cum-filled sex.

Yoruichi had drained months worth of nut from him, then left with her pussy dripping. Indeed, as she walked, there was no discernable on her except for the trails of white on her inner thigh. A leak from her fucked cunt as a result of hours of breeding and milking.

Yoruichi, a master assassin, focused her Shunko into her pussy. With that came lightning-like speed, extra stamina, and walls that clamped down on him with a tingly force. 

Aiko looked at the time and nearly got a heart attack. "Work…!" Aiko muttered, picking himself up and walking to the bathroom. "I'm almost late!" 

He cradled his precious family jewels while walking to the bathroom. Even while taking a shower, he felt his drained nuts relax and gain some colour and size. Every second away from Yoruichi was time for his babies to heal. 

"God…"

That was all he could say about that woman. Her alluring nature was only matched by her impossible strength. Up until last night and the application of Shunko, he had been fine. 'Now I have to come up with a way to beat it.' 

He wasn't going to give up. Obviously, Yoruichi wanted more and he was going to do his best to match her pace. It was as simple as that. 'Should I start hitting the gym or something?' 

He shook those thoughts away and turned off the shower. After getting into proper dress clothes, he went to the living room.

"Where did she go…?"

Yoruichi wasn't in the living room or the couch. Strange. Usually, after sex, she'd be sleeping. "Does she have something to do?" Aiko shrugged and decided to go to the kitchen. He opened up the pantry and searched through the piles of instant cup noodles he had stored. 

"Did ya miss me?" 

The teasing voice. The bare boobs pressing his back. Yep, she was back. "Where did you go?" Aiko asked calmly, still searching for a cup of noodles.

"Oh, you know, here and there." Boobs were nice but cup noodles were what he needed. She tucked her chin on his shoulder as she kept talking and he kept searching. "Aw, don't you want to know?"

"Ah, there." Chicken flavour noodles. Basic but plenty of protein inside. Yoruichi was still clinging to him even when he walked to the oven and began boiling water in a pot. Yoruichi was not heavy by any means of the word. 

In fact, now that her legs were locked around his waist and she remained pressed to him, her weight was eerily identical to her cat form. 'Must be magic or something.' He didn't think much of it, to be honest. Yoruichi told him not to concern himself with Soul Society matters and he was fine with that. He had a law firm to work at. 

"Say, how long does it take for the water to boil?"

"Like two minutes—?"

Yoruichi whispered, "I'll make you cum in one."

"Uh, Yoruichi, I have to go to work—"

"One. Minute."

The offer was really fucking tempting—and Aiko decided to take it. Emptying his balls before work was something he had always wanted to do. Having a dark-skinned babe like Yoruichi already on her knees and waiting for him to whip out his cock was just…yeah. There was no reason to reject it.

'Even if my balls still feel drained from before.'

Seeing Aiko nod, Yoruichi laughed softly before buckling his belt and pulling his pants down. His flaccid cock came into view and she eagerly gobbled it up. Quickly, Aiko's cock pumped to full mast with Yoruichi's cheeks narrowing as she sucked him to match every growing inch.

"Ah~!"

The second he was at full mast, her lips left and exposed the glorious hard cock of her lover. The length and shape were perfect for her. Yoruichi lifted his cock and began to jerk it off. She made contact and smirked. 

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!

"Mmm…" One hand pumped his cock, feeling the heat and the pulses. Angled upwards, his sack was exposed and she went forward to lick it. Her tongue went from bottom to top, going up his shaft and then kissing the tip.

"Mwah!"

Following the kiss, her mouth opened up and she deep-throated him without hesitation. Right off the bat, she bobbed up and down, tip to base. She started moving faster, her cheeks hollowing out. With each dive, she drove him deeper into her throat, showing no mercy.

Because that was the way of the Soul Reapers. No mercy. Trained. Full of purpose. Right now, those attributes were working in tandem for this blowjob.

Yoruichi squeezed his balls. As if flipping a switch, Aiko came. Gull, gulp, gulp! Aiko gritted his teeth, arms by his side and curling into a fist. Suddenly, he grabbed her face and pulled out.

He couldn't stop himself from jerking his cum off to get even more strings of cum out. His balls were clenching and demanding him to deliver every last sperm, so he did. Several strings of cum flew on the top of her cleavage, the white striking hotly on her dark skin.

"Haaahh! Hahhhh!" Aiko was drained by the end, his hand pumping lazily. Eventually, he slipped off his member like a defeated enemy of Soul Society.

"You came all over my tits…"

Truly a miracle given that his nutsack was running on fumes. Aiko eyed his work. He couldn't believe how much he had in him. Yoruichi's golden eyes sparkled.

"Wanna use em? You only lasted thirty seconds!"

Yoruichi didn't let him reply.

"W-wait—!"

Standing on her knees, Yoruichi pressed her giant breasts together. With a devious smile, she hugged the bad, dripping cock and treated it like a cradle.

The sight of his cock trapped between her plump mounds brought him to his full size. His erection was nearly as perky as her tits. Pre-cum was already leaking. Was it Yoruichi's skill that was responsible? Or was Aiko terribly sensitive right now?"

"Take it easy, big boy," Yoruichi whispered seductively.

He had to listen to her. Leaning back on the stove, careful not to touch the boiling pot, he threw his head back and just eased into it. Yoruichi used her breasts as a pair of silky gloves to massage his cock with every movement.

"Enjoy this sexy titty fuck courtesy of yours truly."

Each time she came down onto him, her melons rubbing his sensitive glans, shockwaves of pleasure through Aiko's body and forcing him ever closer to the edge. He throbbed harder yet could never go too far from between her tits. If he did, Yoruichi would peer down and lick it so it went back down again.

"F-fuck…!"

"Oooh, I love hearing you swear."

Her movements become more passionate as she continued titty-fucking him. The sensation of having her enormous breasts jiggling against his shaft made his mind spin. His balls were already empty. What more could he give?

"W-wait."

Yoruichi went above and beyond, no question about it. Aiko was unable to hold back any longer and came again. "Yoruichi!" Aiko cried as the first spurt of cum flung out. She caught with her mouth, with the rest following the same fate. Any cum that had an explosive rocket-like ejection would be caught and swallowed by Yoruichi Shihouin. 

Yoruichi milked every last drop before leaning forward to capture his exhausted cock with her warm, messy mouth. She cleaned Aiko thoroughly with her tongue before giving his balls a final stroke and pulling back.

There was cum on her breasts, a single dash running down her cheek, and a tiny trail under mouth. Smiling, she lapped it all up like a trained cat.

"Mm, so good~"

So good…was that good enough? Did she want more? Were they going for another round? Her eyes met his and he shivered.

Yoruichi Shihouin was still hungry.

Aiko was fucking empty though. 'Just how many loads does this woman want?' Standing there without his dress pants, his member limp and meek, he felt small again.

"You liked that, didn't you? Don't worry, we're done yet. I have one last surprise."

Grinning impishly, Yoruichi got up, turned around, and presented her bare ass to Aiko. She wagged her ass left and right and licked her lips like an animal heat.

Aiko smiled weakly, turned around, and grabbed the boiling pot of water to pour it into the instant cup noodles. Blowing on it to cool it down, he carried it with him to the table.

His pants were left behind and his cock was flaccid. He walked past Yoruichi who was left standing there with her pussy out.

"Oi."

Sitting down at the table, Aiko blew on his noodles some more and ate them with chopsticks. Yoruichi's left eyebrow twitched and two strands of hair fell over her face.

"Do you know how many men would kill themselves to fuck my pussy?"

"No, actually."

Yoruichi blinked and stood upright. "Huh, you're right." She disappeared and reappeared in the seat across from him. She kicked her legs up on the table, hands behind her. She was totally okay with showing her body. "You're forgiven."

"Thank you."

"Can I have some?"

"Sure."

***

'Strategy…strategy…'

Aiko sat in his tiny office, reviewing case files with a furrowed brow. The sun streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the neatly arranged desk and bookcases filled with legal volumes. His thoughts, however, were not entirely on the legal matters at hand. 

"It's not like my balls can get bigger."

Aiko reached the end of a particularly dense legal document, he felt the need for a brief break. He stood up, stretching his legs, and decided to head to the bathroom.

The firm's restroom was pristine and modern, with sleek lines and polished surfaces. Aiko walked over to the urinals, choosing one at the far end for some semblance of privacy. As he began to relieve himself, he heard the door open and someone else enter.

A blond man wearing a striped hat and a casual outfit walked in and took the urinal next to Aiko. There was something unusual about his presence, a laid-back confidence that didn't quite fit the usual profile of their firm's clients.

"Hello there," the man greeted casually, glancing over at Aiko with a friendly smile.

Aiko nodded politely. "Hello."

"I'm Urahara Kisuke," the man introduced himself. "Just a simple shopkeeper in town."

"Okay?"

Who? 

'Wait, what is he—?'

Without shame, Urahara peeked over at Aiko's pissing member. "Well, Aiko, I must say you're quite well-equipped."

It took a second for the comment to register, and when it did, he felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He wanted to inch away but couldn't because of his full bladder. "Uh, thanks?"

In his head, Aiko noted that Urahara seemed to be about the same size. Literally, their schlongs were twins, same in complexion, length, and thickness. Aiko only looked because Urahara had so he quickly glanced back.

Urahara chuckled, clearly enjoying Aiko's discomfort. "Just making an observation. Need any extra oomph for your sex life?"

Aiko was thoroughly confused now. "Errr….What?"

"Men like us get the ladies allll over us. We gotta keep it up, if you know what I mean."

Their streams of piss were loud and thank fucking god for it. Aiko wouldn't know what to say or do in this otherwise unbearable silence. Then again…

'He's right.'

Their conversation flowed to the next stage as they both finished up, zipped up, and moved to the sinks to wash their hands. As Aiko lathered up his hands, Urahara continued, his tone light. "You know, I'm actually here because I'm getting sued. Looks like you might be my lawyer."

Aiko raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are the charges?"

Urahara dried his hands and shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, something about selling unlicensed merchandise. It's all quite trivial, really."

"So…not a simple shopkeeper then?"

"Hoho! I like you."

A minute later, Aiko was back in his office with Kisuke Urahara across from him. The shopkeeper settled comfortably into the chair across from Aiko's desk, maintaining his air of casual confidence.

"So," Aiko began, pulling out a notepad. "Tell me exactly what's going on with this lawsuit."

Urahara leaned back, crossing his legs. "It's a bit of a misunderstanding, really. Some folks didn't like the competition my shop was giving them, so they decided to make a fuss. They claim I'm selling items without proper licenses."

Aiko made a few notes, nodding thoughtfully. "Do you have any documentation to prove your merchandise is legitimate?"

Urahara reached into his pocket and pulled out a folder, handing it to Aiko. "Everything's in there. Shouldn't be too hard to sort out."

Aiko flipped through the documents. "This seems pretty straightforward. I'll need to make a few calls, but I don't foresee any major issues here."

He picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers, speaking efficiently and confidently to various contacts. After a few minutes, he hung up and smiled at Urahara. "I think we can handle this without much trouble. I'll have the paperwork filed by the end of the day."

Urahara grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I knew I came to the right place. Thank you, Aiko-san."

As Urahara stood up to leave, he reached into his pocket again and pulled out a small pill, placing it on Aiko's desk. "Ah, and a gift."

"Err…okay." He examined the pill, confused. "What for?"

"Just a little something to help with those moments when you need a bit of extra energy. Trust me, it'll come in handy. See ya!"

Aaand he was gone. 

Aiko picked the pill up, rolling it between his fingers as he considered Urahara's parting words.

Curiosity got the better of him. He had a busy day ahead, and a little extra energy might not be such a bad idea. Without giving it too much thought, he popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water.

A few minutes passed, and Aiko returned to his work, reviewing documents and making phone calls. As he focused on a particularly dense legal brief, he began to feel a strange sensation in his lower abdomen. His dress pants, tailored to fit perfectly, suddenly felt constricting. 

Alas, he couldn't think about too much. He had work to do.

***

Some time passed. The sun was setting.

Glancing up, he was startled to see a sleek black cat perched on the ledge, staring intently at him. Golden eyes, black fur…

His eyes widened in recognition. "Yoruichi?" he murmured, barely believing what he was seeing. She had never come to his workplace before.

He quickly got up and opened the window, allowing the cat to jump gracefully onto his desk. As he closed the window and turned around, he nearly choked on his words. There, sitting on his desk in her full human form, was Yoruichi—completely naked.

"Y-Yoruichi!" he stammered, his face flushing crimson. "W-w-what are you doing?"

She arched an eyebrow at his reaction, her expression one of amused nonchalance. "Relax, Aiko. What's the big deal? Cats are always naked. They're animals, we're animals. We should should all be naked!"

Aiko swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. He quickly shrugged off his dress jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Yoruichi, you can't just—do that here. You need to cover up!"

"I know, I know, I'm just joking."

"But you're still naked…"

Yoruichi chuckled, pulling the jacket around her. "Fine, fine. I'll listen and leave since you've given me this lovely jacket as a gift."

Aiko sighed, shaking his head and feeling stressed all over again. "What brings you here anyway? This is the first time you've shown up at my workplace."

Yoruichi stretched languidly, looking around his office with mild curiosity. "I was in the area and thought I'd drop by. You seemed tired lately, so I wanted to check in on you."

Aiko rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension there. "Yeah, work's been a bit overwhelming. But I didn't expect a visit from you. It's...a pleasant surprise."

Yoruichi hopped off, jacket still draped over like a cape. Her ass was hidden by the long jacket—until Yoruichi bent over to look at a big stack of paper. Aiko averted his gaze and he tugged at his collar, hot.

'Yooooriiichi…!'

He was begging her to stop. She didn't, her fingers flicking through the stalk, checking the titles of the binders thoroughly.

"Interesting…"

She really seemed interested in his work. To contrast, Aiko was really interested in her ass.

Because, to put it bluntly, it was such a delightfully perfect ass. Round and firm and soft all in one. Certainly trained but not so trained that you couldn't feel the softness once your fingers went in to grope them. Aiko's eyes just had to look, especially when he wanted to see her pussy. Yoruichi returned to her normal height, prompting his eye to look away. He was not a pervert. Nope!