"I love you."
Initially, Ichigo was surprised and confused by those words, because he wasn't certain how much of it was Orihime speaking and how much of it was because of the possibly successful hypnosis. It perplexed him somewhat, and for a moment or two he pondered the potential significance of these words.
If it's because of the gun, then that means it DID work... But, on the other hand, if the gun didn't work, then that would mean that everything Inoue just did with me... well, I suppose it would make sense in that context, though I still can't say WHY...
Eventually he decided to leave the matter for later.
So, after washing up, the pair left the shower, turning the faucet off. Orihime grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. It was a snug fit, and her breasts were only barely contained. Her hair was loose, long auburn strands hanging down across her back as water dripped from it onto the bathroom's linoleum floor. Her creamy peach skin glistened with droplets of water, little rivulets of moisture running down along her body.
Orihime was practically glowing as she looked with adoring eyes at Ichigo, who was preferring to let himself air dry. And Ichigo, for his part, was also having difficulty keeping his eyes off of Orihime – or more specifically, her... assets.
They played with each other a little bit as they went out into the living room, Orihime stroking Ichigo's bare abdomen and Ichigo fondling Orihime's breasts. Eventually, they sat down on the couch, Orihime stroking his member.
And it was as they were in this position that someone suddenly walked unannounced into the living room.
"Hello, Oriihiiimee~!" Rangiku Matsumoto chirped as she slipped into the living room of the girl's apartment, dressed in fashionably revealing clothes and carrying a number of shopping bags in her hands.
She then blinked when she saw the position Orihime was in, wearing nothing but a towel, with her hands wrapped around the impressive member of one Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Oooh..." she said slyly, smiling mischievously as she beheld the two teens. "So that's how it is.. How romantic!" she cheered, giving Orihime a thumbs up.
Ichigo sweatdropped at the buxom strawberry blonde's actions. Then, looking down at her considerable cleavage, it took him all of a second to decide what to do.
Grabbing hold of the hypno gun, he took aim at Matsumoto and fired, pumping his reiatsu into the blast that slammed into her.
The lieutenant's eyes became unfocused, and she looked down at Ichigo and Orihime with a longing expression on her face.
"Master..." she murmured, getting down on her knees before them. "...mistress...please fuck me..." Rangiku moaned, looking lustfully between Ichigo and Orihime, desperately undoing the buttons on her blouse to expose her massive mammaries, surpassed in size among Ichigo's harem by only Mahana, but Matsumoto had an explosive body to go with her tits.
Ichigo, standing up and throwing the soul reaper down onto the ground in her gigai, was happy to oblige her request, unbuttoning her short-shorts and pulling down her panties to reveal a smoothly shaved pussy that was already soaking wet. He slid his index finger into her moist slit, teasing it and causing her to moan.
"Master...!" she cried longingly, her hips bucking into Ichigo's hand as he stuck in his middle finger as well, twisting it around in her pussy and teasing her sensitive folds.
Orihime, meanwhile, was blushing and hesitantly touching herself as she watched Ichigo fingerbang Matsumoto, whimpering and moaning as she imagined herself in the shinigami's place. Just as she was starting to slide her fingers into her pussy, she heard Rangiku say,
"Mistress... fuck me..."
Her face went red at those words, and she was about to question what Matsumoto meant she felt Kurosaki-kun grab her hand with his free hand and squeeze.
"Do it," he told her reassuringly. "It sounds like she really needs it."
"But...but..." Orihime stammered, "How can I..."
"My face..." Matsumoto groaned, interrupting her. "Sit on my face... grind your pussy into my nose... make me lick your ass... I don't care how you do it, mistress... just fuck my face, make me your love-slave..."
"Well... I guess it would be mean to say no..." Orihime mumbled, before going ahead and awkwardly sitting down on Matsumoto's face, her pussy right next to the woman's mouth and her ass covering her eyes.
Ichigo, meanwhile, was up to three fingers inside of Rangiku's cunt, and he was intermittently smacking her voluptuous hips with his free hand. He was having fun debasing the shinigami lieutenant like this, listening to her squealing and moaning his name.
Certainly, there was a part of Ichigo that just wanted to stick his dick inside of her and get down to business, but the feeling of power he got from reducing her to a puddle of orgasmic bliss using nothing more than his bare hands was nice as well, in its own way.
Orihime yelped as she felt Rangiku's tongue flit out and lick her slit, and saw the woman's hand rise up to grab her hips and mash them harder against her face. It felt weird, sitting on someone like this, but... it was not unpleasant, she had to admit.
She moaned as the strawberry blonde's tongue went deeper inside her pussy, teasing it expertly. Matsumoto quickly located Orihime's clitoris and got to work stimulating it.
Shortly thereafter, Orihime was wailing ecstatically as she came right into Matsumoto's mouth, filling it with her womanly nectar, which the lieutenant gladly drank.
Ichigo, for his part, was unable to hold it in and came right onto the carpet with no stimulation other than the lewd noises being made by Orihime and Matsumoto, the latter of whom chose that moment to come, her juices gushing forth all over Ichigo's fingers.
"Ah, geez..." he muttered, looking at the sizable wad of fresh spunk sitting on the carpet. "Do you have a tissue or something that I could borrow, Inoue...?" he asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I kind of made a mess on your carpet..."
Orihime, her eyes looking at the deposit of sperm on her carpet, smiled.
"That's no problem," she said cheerfully, "I can just lick it up~!"
Ichigo blinked.
"Uhh... Is that sanitary...?" he asked her, thinking of how carpets were magnets for dust and allergens.
"Kurosaki-kun's sperm is really tasty, so it's okay!" Orihime said brightly, causing Ichigo to face-fault.
"... that's not the problem..." he muttered, before shaking his head and sighing, deciding it wasn't worth arguing over. Besides, part of him was eager to see Matsumoto and Orihime debase themselves like that.
Orihime got down on her hands and knees, lowering her head to take in the scent of Ichigo's seed, which was permeating the carpet where it had landed. She smiled as the odor filled her nostrils, giggling to herself as she glanced over her shoulder at the expression on Ichigo's face.
"Itadakimasu~" she singsonged cheerfully, her tongue flitting out to taste the white mess her beloved crush had left on her carpet. She wiggled her hips excitedly, moaning at the exquisite flavor. It was delicious beyond comparison.
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