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Ble@ch: Chapter 83
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 20:52:07 +0000 UTCAfter dinner, Ichigo made his way back upstairs, rubbing his stomach. As he reached his room, he passed Kon sitting pitifully outside the door, arms crossed and eyes watery.
“C’mon, Ichigo! Just let me in for a bit! I swear I won’t even look at your dirty stuff!”
Ichigo didn’t even break stride. “You’ll survive.”
He shut the door in Kon’s face with a click and locked it for good measure.
Inside, he dropped into the chair at his desk and cracked open one of his textbooks.
“I’ve got nothing else to do,” he muttered, flipping a page. “Might as well study ahead.”
Behind him, Yoruichi — still in her cat form — let out a long, dramatic sigh from where she lay curled on his bed. She pouted, then leapt gracefully onto his desk with a thump, landing squarely on the open pages of his book.
“You’re really gonna study when I’m right here?” she asked, tail swishing.
Ichigo leaned back and gave her a side glance. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”
“Yes. I’m bored, and you’re supposed to entertain me,” she said, flicking his nose with her tail.
He smirked, tapping a finger to his chin. “Well, I’ve got a good friend downstairs. He’d love it if you talked to him.”
He pointed downward — right to his crotch.
Yoruichi’s yellow eyes widened slightly, a rosy hue blooming across her cheeks. She spun on her little paws and hopped off the desk in a huff.
“Pervert.”
Ichigo chuckled. “Virgin.”
That stopped her cold.
She froze mid-step, ears twitching, then turned slowly, narrowing her eyes with that same predatory gleam that always meant trouble.
“Oh?” Her voice was suddenly sultry, low. “Come here and I’ll show you a virgin.”
Light shimmered around her body as she transformed — her cat form vanishing in a pulse of reiryoku, replaced by her full, luscious human form. Golden eyes gleaming, skin bare, confidence radiating.
With a snap of her fingers, a sound-sealing barrier enveloped the room.
Ichigo raised a brow, unimpressed but amused. “Damn. Serious now, huh?”
He stood up, walked to the bed, and sat by the window. Cool air flowed in from outside as he opened it and gazed at the moon, as if unfazed.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he pulled down his pants and underwear, his thick shaft springing free, half-hard and quickly stiffening under her gaze.
Yoruichi’s breath caught in her throat.
Even after their earlier encounter, the sheer size of him still left her stunned.
She swallowed — hard.
Alright. I’ve practiced this before. Why? Shut up, she thought, cheeks red but grin wicked.
Yoruichi crawled slowly across the bed, her movements catlike and hypnotic. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, her caramel skin glowing under the moonlight. Every sway of her hips, every curve of her body, exuded raw sensuality and confidence… but her eyes held a glint of hunger.
She settled between his legs, face inches away from his cock.
Ichigo leaned back, one hand braced behind him for support, his amber eyes locked on Yoruichi with quiet intensity.
She settled between his legs, her golden eyes gleaming with playful heat. Slowly, she gathered saliva on her tongue, making a show of it, her lips parting just enough to tease him. Ichigo’s smirk deepened as she leaned in.
Her mouth hovered above him, and then—warmth. Her lips wrapped around his tip, and her tongue flicked over the sensitive glans with deliberate care. The contrast between her soft, wet heat and the firm throb of him made his breath hitch.
Her tongue swirled gently, tracing every edge and vein she could reach. It was slow, unsure at first, but dedicated. Yoruichi wasn’t used to this—at least not with a real body—but her natural confidence pushed her forward. She opened wider, taking more of him into her mouth, inch by inch.
‘I can feel everything… every ridge…’ she thought, cheeks flushed, but her focus never wavered. His size stretched her jaw, but she pressed on, her fingers lightly curling around the base to steady him.
Ichigo’s muscles tensed slightly, the pleasure creeping in deeper with every motion. She wasn’t experienced, but there was something incredibly raw and intoxicating about her effort—like she was trying to memorize the taste and feel of him with her mouth alone.
She paused only to breathe, her hand gently stroking while her lips kissed the base before moving up again. Each motion became a little more fluid, a little more confident, the soft slurps echoing faintly in the quiet room.
Ichigo glanced down, chest rising and falling steadily, a fire simmering just behind his eyes.
“You’re full of surprises,” he muttered, voice low and strained with pleasure.
Yoruichi glanced up with a mischievous glint, her lips still wrapped around him, and winked.
Yoruichi continued her slow, tantalizing rhythm, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft with slick, deliberate strokes.
Schlick... schlick...
Each motion sent shivers through Ichigo’s body. His back pressed against the wall, one hand planted firmly for support while the other rested near her head, fingers twitching with restraint.
Her hot breath fanned over him as her lips wrapped tighter, letting out a soft, wet slurp as she pulled back slightly, only to descend again with a slow, deliberate moan vibrating through her throat.
Slurrrp...
Pop.
Ichigo clenched his jaw, a deep growl escaping him as her tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, drawing slow circles that made his spine tingle. Her violet eyes peeked up at him, playful and wicked, gauging every reaction.
‘Damn... she’s good at this... way too good,’ he thought, breathing hard.
Yoruichi smirked against his skin, her lips dragging with a light mmmwah sound as she pulled back again. She stroked him slowly, her palm gliding with a slick rhythm that echoed softly in the quiet room.
Shlick... shlick... slurp...
Then, without warning, she pushed forward, deeper, her lips parting wider, taking him in until her nose nearly touched his skin. A gagging sound escaped her throat—
Gawk!
—but she didn’t retreat. She held there for a second, determined, before pulling back with a wet gasp, a thin string of saliva clinging between her lips and his length.
“Hahh... damn,” she whispered with a flushed smile, stroking him again as she caught her breath. “You taste... better than I expected.”
Ichigo let out a low, amused chuckle, brushing a hand through her hair. “That so? Then don’t stop now.”
With a grin and a sultry wink, Yoruichi leaned back in, letting out another long, wet slurrrrp as she began again, steady and teasing, the room filled with the quiet symphony of her mouth and breath—
Squelch... slurp... gawk...
—and the sound of Ichigo’s ragged breathing, growing heavier with every second.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: I miss writing fight scenes. ]
