Not a Mob: Psycho

Though he produced an excessive amount of noise, likely to annoy her, Yoruichi was pleasantly surprised with Ohta's performance. Instead of fumbling around and focusing on the entrance to her vagina, like most amateurs, he dutifully worked her folds and skillfully flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Fortunately for Yoruichi, Ohta resisted the temptation to stop early just to fuck with her. It was a bit a simpish, but he really wouldn't mind giving the bronze-skinned beauty a proper plowing. Thus, as Yoruichi's pussy began to twitch, her entrance contracting and producing a notable suction, Ohta redoubled his efforts to ensure she reached a satisfying climax.
Narrowing her eyes and placing her full weight against Ohta, Yoruichi issued a faint but throaty "Mmmnnnnn..." as a pleasurable chill spread through her body, giving her goosebumps and causing her already erect nipples to become exceptionally rigid. Better yet, Ohta didn't cease his ministrations the moment she came. Instead, he continued working her insides as if he were giving her a deeply passionate kiss...
"Okay, I think you've earned yourself a reward..." remarked Yoruichi, leaning forward to unfasten the cloth keeping Ohta's hakama in place. Doing so gave him a bit of breathing room, prompting him to teasingly inquire, "Was this not my reward...?"
"Just shut up..." replied Yoruichi, freeing Ohta's fully erect cock from his pants. She had previously remarked that it wasn't that big, but 18-20cm was nothing to scoff at. Far from the biggest, but size wasn't everything. If it were too big, it would have been much more difficult to do what she had in mind...
Combing aside her bangs, Yoruichi showed no hesitation as she brought her mouth to Ohta's cock and enveloped his entire length, taking the tip into her throat. Then, using her tongue, she began to massage his shaft, lubricating it with her spit before proceeding to bob her head slowly and deliberately.
Though a powerful tremor ran through his body when Yoruichi began deepthroating him, running up his spine and nearly causing his teeth to clatter, Ohta didn't make the mistake of leaving her unattended. He had an inviting pair of lips and one of the most captivating asses he had ever seen right before him, so he sank his fingers into Yoruichi's pliable yet incredibly toned ass cheeks and dug in.
Exhaling a throaty chuckle, Yoruichi removed Ohta's cock from her mouth and remarked, "I appreciate the effort, but I hope you're not expecting an even greater reward..."
Before responding with words, Ohta made a loud slurping sound, briefly parting with Yoruichi's pussy lips to remark, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I have my reward right in front of me..."
Trembling as Ohta returned to work on her pussy, Yoruichi thought, ("This is starting to get out of hand..."). Despite this, she traced her tongue from the base of Ohta's shaft to the tip of his glans before taking its entire length into her mouth and giving it a powerful, retracting suck. She was starting to get legitimately horny, so she planned to finish Ohta off before things escalated further...
Realizing that Yoruichi was 'serious,' her suction powerful enough to raise his hips, Ohta pulled out the trump card he had been saving. He wasn't all that fond of eating ass, but that's what he did, causing the purple-haired woman's luminous golden eyes to widen as he tongue-punched her anus and simultaneously fingered her pussy.
Though her eyes briefly swam around in their sockets, Yoruichi hesitated to stop Ohta's unanticipated actions. She was supposed to be the more experienced between them, so even though it felt really weird, she didn't say anything and just kept sucking his dick. Fortunately, while Ohta could use his psychic power to conceal his erection, he wasn't at a level where he could stop himself from cumming, not when pitted against Yoruichi's vacuum blowjob.
Clenching his jaw, Ohta continued fingering Yoruichi's pussy even as his ass clenched, his balls contracting as the committed cat girl grabbed the base of his dick and drank the resulting ejaculate in several large gulps. He expected her to pull away at the last moment, but her mouth remained firmly around his shaft, his glans deep in her throat as she sucked the last remaining vestiges of semen directly from his urethra.
Feeling the tensions drain from his body, Ohta jokingly inquired, "Did the kitty enjoy her milk...?"
Rising to a seated position, simultaneously moving her ass and pussy out of reach of Ohta's mouth and tongue, Yoruichi sat on his abdomen, staring back at him with narrowed eyes. As she did so, Ohta felt a strange tension as, rather than anger or annoyance, there was a discernible 'hunger' in the golden-eyed beauty's gaze. Not that he could see it...
"It got real quiet all of a sudden..." muttered Ohta, extending his hands to grab Yoruichi's waist as he appended, "You're definitely still here..." while moving his hands up and down her sides, caressing her obliques and ribs. He felt compelled to take things a step further, but he was curious to see if she would be the one to do so...
While Ohta caressed her sides, Yoruichi observed his still-erect cock with a hungry glimmer in her eyes, seriously considering giving it a spin. It was much too soon if she wanted to make Ohta 'beholden' to her, but she was so close to cumming that she felt genuine remorse for not allowing him to carry her across the finish line...
Interrupting the silence, Ohta remarked, "If we're done here, I'm going to shower. You're free to join me." before giving Yoruichi's outer right thigh a light smack.
Regaining her senses, Yoruichi responded with a chortling, "You wish..." before attempting to climb off him. Ohta made no overt attempts to stop her, but she paused of her own accord when he asked, "Running away to masturbate alone?" in a teasing tone.
Taking advantage of Yoruichi's hesitation, Ohta added, "I know how close you were, and I already did most of the work. What's the point of running off now? Take a seat."
Positioning his hands as if he were prepared to catch Yoruichi's ass, Ohta earned an incredulous but amused look from the moderately frustrated Shinigami. At the same time, she thought, ("He really did put in the effort. It would almost be a shame to let it go to waste...")
"Fine..." replied Yoruichi, adopting a sly smile as she added, "However, as this is part of your reward, I expect you to bust your ass when we resume your training."
Adopting a cheeky smile of his own, Ohta retorted, "Keep rewarding me in advance, and I won't have a reason to slack off."
"Is that so...?" asked Yoruichi, ignoring her better judgment as she turned around and stated, "Then we'll try doing things your way. Just know that if you slack off, you 'will' be punished..."
Though he initially thought Yoruichi was blustering, Ohta realized she was serious when he felt a hand grab his dick, guiding the tip to something hot and moist. In the next moment, he felt a strong, melting pressure envelop his dick, accompanied by a sonorously husky sigh as Yoruichi lowered her weight against him.
Noticing Ohta's slightly open mouth, ostensibly fixed in disbelief, a catty, narrow-eyed smile developed across Yoruichi's face as she mused, "You can take off the blindfold. Spoiler alert, this isn't my mouth you're feeling right now..."
Pulling up the base of his blindfold with his thumb, Ohta still couldn't quite believe it when he saw Yoruichi seated flush against him, his cock pulsing in tune with the beat of her heart as the startling heat and pressure of her pussy made it adhere to him like a glove...
Raising her brows, Yoruichi questioned, "Is this your first time? If so, then you're both lucky and unfortunate. After this, there's a real possibility that other women won't be able to satisfy you..."
Removing the blindfold completely, Ohta earned an amused scoff from Yoruichi by giving her left ass cheek a light smack and saying, "Prove it." with a challenging smile.
"You're certainly not lacking in nerve..." noted Yoruichi, placing her left hand on her lower abdomen and pressing down as she began rolling her hips from front to back like a belly dancer. What surprised Ohta was that when she placed her hand on her belly, her insides began to vibrate and contract, her folds seeming to scrape his glans instead of the other way around.
Grabbing Yoruichi's waist instinctively, Ohta earned an amused chuckle from the feline beauty as she questioned, "What's wrong? I haven't even gotten into a rhythm yet. Can't handle a bit of light rocking...?"
Narrowing his eyes, Ohta warned, "If you're going to 'cheat,' don't blame me for doing the same..."
Craning her left brow, Yoruichi asked, "Cheat? Are you talking about my hand? Well, news flash, kid, but what you've experienced so far is all me. No tricks involved."
Demonstrating her point, Yoruichi moved her hips in a circle, causing a similar sensation to assail Ohta's dick.
"What you're experiencing is the vast difference in quality and quantity of our Reiryoku(spirit energy)," explained Yoruichi, her eyes beginning to glow as she said, "The history of my clan dates back more than a million years, preceding the first humans by more than 800,000. I'm the closest thing to a Demigoddess you'll ever meet, so don't be surprised if you end up worshiping me..."
Punctuating her statement, Yoruichi leaned forward, pinning Ohta with a powerful Reiatsu as her pussy tightened like it was trying to fuse with his dick. She wasn't trying to suppress him, but the act of procreation was no different from a ritual for native-born Souls. She could rein herself in if she wanted, but since she didn't, her Reiryoku resonated with Ohta's, causing his body to vibrate and emit a faint glow as she sat up and began to ride him at her leisure, cowgirl style.
Though he attempted to resist the tremendous pleasure permeating his body, radiating from his crotch, Ohta felt like he was experiencing sleep paralysis, fully conscious of what was happening but unable to move so much as a muscle. However, while he was mentally screaming at his body to act, he wasn't frightened, nor did he believe Yoruichi would do anything overtly to harm him. It was just frustrating, being unable to act when he had a rapidly growing desire to pin the self-proclaimed Demigoddess to the bed and fuck her senseless...
Noticing a faint pink glow appearing in Ohta's eyes, Yoruichi slowed her movements, allowing the resonance between their Reiryoku to mellow as she asked, "You're not thinking of doing something crazy, are you? Don't forget our current location..."
Catching Yoruichi more than a little off guard, Ohta abruptly grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, seemingly drawn to her flesh like metal to a powerful magnet. At the same time, she could swear she felt him growing inside her as a pink aura spread across his body, extending to hers and making her feel warm and somewhat muddleheaded as he said, "If you believe...I'm going to lie here...and let you do as you please...you're dead wrong..."
Raising her brows, various thoughts flashed across Yoruichi's mind, chief among them being that she may have jumped the gun by failing to grasp the nature of Ohta's power before they had sex. Kisuke had hypothesized that his psychic powers were fueled by emotion, but she never expected his anger, frustration, and lust to 'rebound' like what she had experienced back in the alleyway, manifesting as a sickly pink aura that redirected the pleasure and frustration he had been enduring back at her...
Regaining the ability to move, Ohta bucked his hips powerfully, causing Yoruichi to fall forward, collapsing against his chest as he began fucking her like a man that had just been informed he only had a few minutes left to live. Coincidentally, depending on how things played out, that might not be an inaccurate assessment of the situation...
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As Yoruichi continued to lie limply against him, Ohta gradually established a nice, pleasant rhythm. The feline woman's insides stimulated his glans and adhered to his cock like nothing he had ever experienced. However, instead of feeling like he was getting closer to blowing his load with each successive thrust, he felt like his dick was becoming numb as a soothing, extremely pleasant warmth permeated his progressively luminous body...
Though he was fairly certain he hadn't blown his load, Ohta likened his condition to the zen-like state men would experience after a successful nut but amplified many times over. When he closed his eyes, it was like he became detached from the rest of the world, a persistent vibration filling his entire being as he lost track of time and whether or not he was even conscious...
Breaking Ohta's trance-like state, the pervasive, extremely resonant voice of Yoruichi remarked, "Looks like I underestimated you..."
Opening his eyes in response to Yoruichi's voice, a confused look marred Ohta's face as he found the diminutive beauty standing across from him, arms crossed and nude. That wasn't the reason for his confusion, though. What really caused his brows to rise were the feline ears protruding from the top of her head, the dark purple, nearly black tail swaying behind her, and the fact they were in the same courtyard he encountered the massive cat.
As she could sense Ohta's thoughts, Yoruichi remarked, "I'm not _______. Well, not exactly. A Zanpakuto Spirit is an extension, an integral part of a Shinigami's soul. If we were to resonate any further than this, you would probably encounter one another."
"Is that what this is? Resonance...?" asked Ohta, looking down to confirm that he was also naked, sporting a notably more substantial erection than usual.
Hearing Ohta mutter 'Nice...' within his mind, Yoruichi rolled her eyes but dutifully explained, "The full name is Soul Resonance. In modern times, it's associated with a Shinigami linking with their Zanpakuto. The greater the resonance, the more power they can draw from one another."
Sensing what Yoruichi was going to say next, Ohta's brows perked up as he remarked, "And it's how native souls achieve conception..."
Nodding in affirmation, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes and replied, "That's right. Achieving this state usually takes years, an exceptionally powerful bond, and a full-blown ritual. If I had to guess, this is the consequence of your psychic powers integrating with my Shinigami powers, strengthening the link between us."
"I see..." replied Ohta. Before he could say anything further, however, Yoruichi exhaled a scoffing chuckle and said, "Don't get ahead of yourself. This is definitely Soul Resonance, but unless we take things a step further and fornicate here, there's no chance in hell you're knocking me up. Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't allow it."
Preempting Ohta's follow-up question, Yoruichi explained, "We just need to wait for a bit. It's nearly impossible to maintain a stable resonance for long periods. If it were, there would be a lot more native souls back in the Soul Society. Instead, it generally takes decades, sometimes much, much longer, for native souls to produce offspring..."
Sensing Yoruichi's thought, Ohta remarked, "You've tried it and failed..."
Though she narrowed her eyes and lost her smile, Yoruichi eventually replied, "That's right. Kisuke and I attempted it a few years back, but we failed to achieve resonance due to his Zanpakuto Spirit. He had no trouble taming the little traitor inhabiting mine, but I could never get his Benihime to talk to me..."
Voicing Yoruichi's final thought aloud, Ohta jokingly mused, "Sounds like a jealous bitch..."
"She totally is..." affirmed Yoruichi, shrugging her shoulders as she added, "But, that's in the past. Once the current matter has been resolved and all the major threats have been eliminated, I intend to return and reclaim my position in the Shihouin Clan. Kisuke had his chance..."
Sensing each others' thoughts on the matter, Yoruichi and Ohta became silent for several seconds, staring at one another until the former adopted a smile and mused, "You're not wrong. He definitely missed out. Too bad for you, but I have no plans of finding a replacement anytime soon..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta contended, "That's fine. I suspected you were a honeypot from the start. Doesn't mean I won't fuck you senseless if you give me a chance..."
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Yoruichi remarked, "Yeah, that much is obvious. What I'm curious about are your intentions beyond that. While unexpected, this is an excellent opportunity to learn your true aims..."
"That goes both ways," mused Ohta, matching Yoruichi's cross-armed posture as he added, "But I'm a gentleman when the need arises. Feel free to go first."
"If you're a gentleman, boiling water is lukewarm..." retorted Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes as she added, "But, sure, I'll go first. Tell me, Yamada Ohta, what are your aims? Your ambitions? How do you plan to use your power...?"
"That's three questions," noted Ohta. "And they honestly kind of sucked. I wasn't lying when I told that creepy candy store uncle of yours that I had no concrete plans for the future. I'm definitely laying the groundwork, but my only real goal is to ensure I can live comfortably without some asshats with more ego than sense fucking shit up."
As it was pretty much impossible to lie during Soul Resonance, Yoruichi's brows raised as she asked, "Seriously? You have the power to bend space and control gravity, and there's 'nothing' you want to do with it...?"
"Oh, there's plenty I want to do with it," contended Ohta, pointing out, "If you recall, I'm currently using it to fuck you. That's pretty meaningful, all things considered."
Sensing no falsehoods in Ohta's words, the notion she had misjudged him crossed Yoruichi's mind. She thought he was like Kisuke, always planning and preparing contingencies, but he was nearly the opposite. He was just going with the flow, capitalizing on opportunities that came his way, and seeing how things played out...
"Look at you. You're finally starting to get it," teased Ohta. "And thanks, by the way. You're definitely the 'best opportunity' I've managed to capitalize on."
Though she furrowed her brows and snorted, Yoruichi couldn't disguise that she was amused by Ohta's 'arrogance,' earning her a curious look as he asked, "Are you secretly a masochist...?"
"Are you daft?" retorted Yoruichi. However, while she would never admit to being a full-blown masochist, she knew, deep down, she enjoyed being pushed down, teased, and made to obey by strong men. The problem was that even Kisuke was nowhere near her in terms of raw power, much less Reiryoku density...
"That's rough..." remarked Ohta. "But it's a hell of a lot better than being weak and unable to oppose those who would force you against your will. As far as problems go, being 'too strong' is a good one to have."
"Whatever..." muttered Yoruichi, breaking eye contact. Now that she was aware that Ohta had no real aim or purpose, she felt like she was having her innermost thoughts and desires exposed for nothing...
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta remarked, "I can't help that you feel that way. You still owe me a few questions, though, so tell me. Who are the threats you alluded to previously? And what happens if they succeed...?"
"Nothing good..." replied Yoruichi. "The first is a man named Aizen, and while we don't know his true aim, we suspect he is trying to supplant the Soul King. The same applies to the second threat, a man named Yhwach. If either of them succeeds, the current order will be destroyed, resulting in the deaths of billions."
"That's quite a lot..." remarked Ohta. "But, if these guys are such a serious threat, why isn't the Soul Society doing anything about it?"
"That's the thing," replied Yoruichi. "Aizen is a master manipulator, and we suspect that his Zanpakuto can manipulate a person's five senses, similar to hypnosis. As for Yhwach, he was defeated nearly a thousand years ago by Captain-Commander Yamamoto, but we have reason to believe he will return in the near future. That's also why we suspect that Aizen will make his move soon. If he doesn't, he could lose the chance outright..."
"And how do Ichigo and Rukia tie into things...?" asked Ohta. However, the moment he did so, the world around them began to collapse and dissolve, prompting Yoruichi to remark, "It looks like the Soul Resonance is starting to break down. Feel free to ask me again if we end up here a second time. Until then, it's probably for the best that you don't know the specifics."
"Eh, it's not like I actually care," argued Ohta. "I'm just curious since it seems like I'll be dragged into things. So long as I get to keep fucking you, it doesn't really matter if I know the truth."
Sensing no falsehoods in Ohtat's words, Yoruichi exhaled another scoffing chuckle. After this incident, she would rather abstain from having sex until he had better control of his power. At the same time, however...
"You're having too much fun," remarked Ohta, adopting a teasing smile as he appended, "You also promised to 'reward' me in advance from now on, so I'll lose my motivation if you suddenly start to blue balling me."
Turning her eyes up in a chastising manner, Yoruichi remarked, "You're one opportunistic little shit...". However, despite the perceived harshness of her words, there was an amused smile on her face as the world around them faded to black...
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Catching them both off guard, the duo of Ohta and Yoruichi returned to reality to find that the former was railing her from behind with a grip on her ponytail. Furthermore, the moment they regained awareness, it was like all the pleasure they had missed out on came surging back to them, nearly causing Yoruichi's eyes to roll back as Ohta exclaimed, "Holy shit!" as he closed his eyes, leaned back, clung to her ass, and released semen from his dick like a hose.
Clenching her jaw to prevent her teeth from clattering, Yoruichi closed her eyes and buried her face into Ohta's notably moist bed. Every cell within a soul's body was formed from Reiryoku, so as long as they had reserves to spare, they could sweat, bleed, or produce other bodily fluids indefinitely. Yoruichi didn't know how much time had passed while she and Ohta were experiencing Soul Resonance, but it had to have been at least an hour or two since she could sense Rukia in the other room...
After discharging what felt like a liter of semen, Ohta released a breath he didn't realize he was holding, gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling, using his hold on Yoruichi's ass to stop himself from falling backward and smacking his head against the headboard. He also had no idea how much time had passed, but he felt like he had just finished a marathon, his heart beating so violently that his brain buzzed and his throat was pulsing...
After shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear his muddleheadedness, an action that ultimately made things worse, Ohta elicited a disbelieving, "Seriously?" from Yoruichi, the brown-skinned woman looking back at him with bewilderment as he began moving his hips.
Adopting the most serious expression he could, given the circumstances, Ohta asserted, "If I only cared about getting off, I'd just beat my meat. I have a beautiful woman lying in my bed with her ass out. I'm not passing on the opportunity to fuck her."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta gave Yoruichi's ass a much firmer smack than the lovetaps he had given her before, adopting a toothy grin as he declared, "Now, you can either move your ass or be taken for a ride. Show me what you got, 'Demigoddess.'"
"Oh, you little punk..." replied Yoruichi, surprising Ohta as the sensation of her pussy around his cock vanished, followed by her face abruptly filling his vision. Instead of kissing him, however, she pushed him onto his back, staring down at him with shimmering golden eyes as she said, "Try not to die..." before mounting and giving 'him' a ride...
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"That was some impressive offensive and defensive power," remarked Yoruichi. "But it's impractical if you can't see or hear anything. Not to mention that if you fire off that beam indiscriminately, you could harm your allies."
Raising his brows, Ohta noted, "Wow, you're pretty smart when you want to be."
Tilting her head forward and looking up at Ohta, Yoruichi warned, "Don't make me bury you..."
Ignoring Yoruichi's threat, Ohta looked around to admire the devastation his Kusho state had wrought. It was only his second time using it, but he didn't have an opponent the first time. He just created a really deep shaft in the nearby mountains, the consequence of activating the technique in a trance and being pulled downward by the Earth's gravity.
Snapping her fingers, Yoruichi said, "Don't ignore me. Also, unless you want to cause the ceiling to collapse, burying us and damaging the city above, no more damaging the walls."
"Yes, mom..." replied Ohta, rolling his eyes as he turned to meet Yoruichi's gaze, asking, "So, what now?"
"Now, we work on your foundation," said Yoruichi. "Your mental abilities are off the charts, but you're severely lacking in the physical and spiritual departments. With a robust body, you won't have to rely on that barrier of yours as often, and if you attune your spiritual sense, you should be able to detect your opponents even in that Kusho state."
Crossing his arm, Ohta asked, "So, what are you suggesting? Endurance training? Meditation?"
Adopting a smile, Yoruichi gave a curt nod and replied, "Those would certainly help. However, you don't strike me as the particularly patient type. Instead, we'll do what we did the other day: play a game. More specifically, I'm going to blindfold you. If you can locate me within ten minutes of being blindfolded, I'll reward you. Sound simple enough...?"
"At least on the surface..." replied Ohta, understanding they wouldn't be playing a simple game of Marco Polo. The underground chamber was a rectangular prism with a width and breadth exceeding one kilometer, so Yoruichi had a lot of room to hide. Not to mention she could completely conceal her presence...
Seeing through Ohta's thought, Yoruichi adopted a sly smile and assured, "Relax. I won't start concealing my presence until you develop a knack for sensing. I'll also hide within a hundred meters of your starting position, so it shouldn't be 'that' difficult to determine my location."
"Then, if I succeed, I get to enjoy the remainder of the time," remarked Ohta, adopting a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, I expected you to say that..." remarked Yoruichi, crossing her arms as she added, "But, sure. Just keep in mind that the difficulty will increase proportionally to your behavior and performance..."
"Sounds like fun," replied Ohta, extending his hand to indicate that she should give him the blindfold.
"Use the cloth around your waist and tie it snugly," instructed Yoruichi. "Once you have, I'll give you a few seconds to acclimate before using Shunpo. If you pay close attention and manage to sense the direction I move, finding me will be a lot easier."
Nodding his head, Ohta took a moment to prepare his blindfold before adopting a smile and stating, "Let's do this." with confidence. Yoruichi narrowed her golden eyes in suspicion but didn't say anything as she disappeared from view, reappearing just ten meters away with crossed arms.
Contrasting Yoruichi's expectations, Ohta didn't say or do anything for nearly ten minutes. Instead, he remained at his starting position, slowly swiveling his head from side to side. He looked directly at her once but didn't linger for more than a few seconds before looking away.
"This is harder than I thought it would be..." remarked Ohta, adopting a genuinely wry smile. He initially thought he would be able to see through the cloth if he focused, but because it was made of spirit energy, it was a lot harder than looking through walls...
Waiting until the full ten minutes were up, Yoruichi responded, "You'll get the hang of it." before promptly repositioning herself.
"Well, I could always use my psychic energy like sonar," remarked Ohta, looking in the direction Yoruichi had been moments prior but not moving toward it. Then, as he swiveled his head slowly in the other direction, he mused, "But that wouldn't be fair to you..."
Rolling her eyes, Yoruichi crossed her arms and patiently waited another ten minutes before asserting, "That would completely defeat the purpose of this training. Most of your opponents in the future will have spiritual or soul-formed bodies, so you need to be able to detect spirit energy."
Pivoting toward Yoruichi, Ohta remained silent for several seconds before adopting a sly smile and musing, "Still, it's pretty tempting. After that little show you gave me earlier, I'm feeling 'optimistic' about our collaboration from here on..."
Causing Yoruichi's eye to twitch, Ohta began making his way slowly but steadily toward her. She hadn't moved since responding to him, so he was gradually able to sense 'something' in that direction. It was difficult to put into words, but if he had to, it was akin to the peculiar feeling that people would sometimes get when passing through areas known to be inhabited by wild cats and other dangerous predators...
Following the sensation, feeling it get stronger over time, it wasn't long before Ohta was within arm's reach of a frowning Yoruichi. The strange feeling wasn't the only thing he could sense at that range, so he leaned forward slightly and gave the air a whiff before adopting a faint smile and remarking, "You smell nice."
Exhaling a sigh, Yoruichi replied, "Just get on with it..." in a huffy, clearly annoyed tone.
"Maybe later," replied Ohta. "I was originally planning to leave a psychic imprint on you to make things easier for myself, but I think I'm starting to get a feel for this. Let's continue."
Raising her brows, Yoruichi questioned, "Are you sure? You won't be able to find me as easily in the future."
"Does it matter?" asked Ohta, adopting a shit-eating grin as he mused, "I have you as my evening companion until we part ways or you stab me in the back. Missing out on a few minutes is no great loss."
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Instead of responding to Ohta with words, Yoruichi utilized Shunpo to vanish and reappear more than twenty meters away. This caused Ohta to resume the process of slowly swiveling his head, pausing for increasingly long periods whenever he looked in her direction.
"Yeah, I'm definitely getting the hang of this..." said Ohta, making his way toward Yoruichi with about three minutes to spare.
Waiting until Ohta had reached her, Yoruichi replied, "So it would seem..." in a flat tone. "However, whatever you're using, it's not spiritual sense. I completely erased my presence this time, yet you still managed to find me. If you're not cheating, you're utilizing something else to locate my position..."
"If I were cheating, I would have taken advantage of it," remarked Ohta. Then, as it was the only thing that came to mind, he proffered, "If I had to guess, it's because we're linked..." while tapping the tanto strapped to his lower back.
"Ah..."
As it was fairly obvious once Ohta had pointed it out, Yoruichi exhaled a light chuckle, regaining a smile as she said, "If that's the case, we'll need someone else to help with this particular training."
Clicking his tongue, Ohta remarked, "Should have kept my mouth shut..." in a faint tone. He wasn't genuinely upset, but because Yoruichi couldn't see his eyes, it was a lot easier to portray.
Seeing through Ohta's ploy, Yoruichi rolled her eyes and said, "Let's put it to the test. I'm going to conceal myself seriously this time. If you manage to find me, I really will sit on your face."
Though it was mostly for dramatic effect, Ohta released a psychic pulse from his body, portraying 'seriousness' as he expressed, "You should hide well..."
"Oh, trust me, I will," replied Yoruichi, promptly disappearing. This time, however, she didn't reappear within the underground chamber. Instead, she made her way to the surface and continued even further, ultimately making her way to Ohta's apartment to see if he would be able to locate her aboveground and halfway across town...
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Though it was a tremendous pain in the ass to find his way out of the underground chamber and navigate Karakura Town blindfolded, Ohta eventually reached the outside of his apartment around 2:38 PM, nearly six hours after the impromptu game of hide and seek began.
"You picked a hell of a place to hide..." remarked Ohta, phasing through his front door.
Lying on Ohta's bed, Yoruichi lazily replied, "And you're lucky I didn't give you a time limit. In hindsight, that was a pretty major blunder on my part."
Reaching up to remove his blindfold, Ohta was interrupted by Yoruichi asking, "What are you doing? I never said this was the end of our training. The blindfold stays on."
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Ohta replied, "Fine, but if I feel a cat's ass on my face, good luck trying to convince me to show up for future training sessions..."
Snorting through her nose, Yoruichi pointedly asserted, "I keep my word," despite fully intending to employ her cat form if Ohta hadn't said anything. She didn't especially mind sitting on his face, but she would have liked to get more information out of him before things progressed beyond simple skinship...
Making his way toward the bed, Ohta regained his smile, musing, "How commendable..." before taking a seat and promptly lying down once he reached it. He could hear Yoruichi exhale a faint sigh as he did so, but it wasn't long before he felt her feet on each side of his body, followed by an approaching warmth that quickly enveloped his face.
Putting all her weight on Ohta's face, Yoruichi, sitting arms-crossed and with an annoyed look on her face, asked, "Happy?"
Though he was tempted to respond with muffled words, Ohta gave a thumbs-up that elicited a heavy eye roll from the dark-skinned beauty. Fortunately, she didn't immediately raise her hips, allowing him to enjoy the sensation much longer than he expected...
While contemplating suffocating Ohta with her ass, Yoruichi eyed his crotch, increasingly annoyed that he wasn't getting an erection. Some might call her vain, but she was supremely confident in her appearance. She would have had most other men wrapped around her pinky finger by now, but Ohta seemed more intent on fucking 'with' her than having sex...
With Yoruichi lingering a lot longer than he anticipated, Ohat eventually brought his hands up to grab her legs before promptly digging his mouth and nose into her crotch. She was wearing her skin-tight bodysuit, but he could make out her fragrance, discern the heat and contours of her pussy, and feel the slight moisture permeating the fabric separating them...
Contrasting Ohta's expectations, Yoruichi made no attempts to stop him. Instead, she flatly remarked, "You're getting a little carried away..." while continuing to stare at his crotch. When nothing changed, even when Ohta began moving his nose, sinking deeper into her slowly moistening insides, Yoruichi began to suspect something was up...
Intent on confirming her suspicions, Yoruichi abruptly leaned forward and pressed her hand to Ohta's crotch, feeling it rock hard against her palm. A grin developed across her face at the realization he was pretending not to be aroused by her, but her amusement quickly turned to annoyance when Ohta ceased digging into her crotch, saying, "Hey, this is supposed to be my reward. Don't go getting ahead-"
Silencing Ohta by shifting her weight onto his face, Yoruichi said, "Just shut up and make yourself useful..." with an annoyed look on her face. She was starting to feel it a bit since Ohta kept rubbing her clit with his nose, so she encouraged him to remain silent and keep going by slowly grinding his face. His response wasn't immediate, but he eventually gave a light shrug before tightening his grip on her legs and biting the fabric of her body suit, tearing it with his teeth and confirming she didn't wear panties underneath...
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Chapter 19: Resonance : Rebound