Not a Mob: Psycho

Despite waking after a short nap with Ohta's hand on her bottom and two of his fingers grazing her still-sensitive slit, Rukia couldn't believe she had actually lost her virginity. She had definitely gotten caught in the moment, so now she had one more trouble to worry about...
Without opening his eyes, Ohta muttered, "You should get some rest. If the alarm goes off, I'll take care of it..."
"I'll rest later," said Rukia. "Since you're awake, there's an urgent matter we need to discuss..."
"Like how transferring Shinigami powers to a mortal is a capital offense and that it's only a matter of time until Soul Society sends someone to capture you?" asked Ohta, opening his right eye to meet the diminutive Shingami's gaze.
Recalling that she and Ohta had discussed her situation the first time they sat down to talk, Rukia offered a curt nod, adopting an apologetic smile as she replied, "Right..." in a faint tone.
"So, what do you want me to do?" asked Ohta, slicing straight to the heart of the matter.
Lowering her gaze, Rukia's voice was barely a whisper as she answered, "If&ndash;when someone comes for me, I want you to remain hidden..."
Craning his right brow, Ohta asked, "Is that why you asked me to become your lover and forced yourself to have sex with me? You're planning to die without regrets...?"
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After a telling moment of silence, Rukia shook her head, asserting, "Due to my background, there's a good chance I'll simply be expelled from my Squad and put on house arrest for a few years. If...if during that time you can't wait..."
Silencing Rukia's words by squeezing her ass and drawing her closer to him, Ohta quietly but firmly asserted, "Give me a loose leash, and I'll run wild. We already agreed we belonged to one another, so I'm not letting you go easily..."
"But...!" started Rukia. However, before she could get another word, Ohta silenced her with a kiss. She tried to break free and state her case, but he wasn't hearing it, pulling her on top of him and allowing his erection to sit between her ass cheeks, nestled against her notably palpating pussy as a 'warning.'
"..."
Feeling Rukia relinquish her resistance, Ohta freed her lips, staring into her watery eyes as he said, "You have two options. You can run away with me and let me deal with the consequences, or I can come and rescue you if things don't go as you expect. I'm willing to wait a few years if that's all, but if your sentence is something more 'severe,' I'll either break you out or suffer it alongside you. You're my woman...If you wanted me to stay out of things, you shouldn't have let me fuck you..."
"..."
Unable to respond to Ohta's words, Rukia buried her face into his chest and began to sob silently. He wasn't wrong when he pointed out that one of her reasons for sleeping with him was that she didn't want to have any regrets. If she had known it would come to this...
Interrupting Rukia's thoughts, Ohta said, "Look at me, Rukia..." in the same gentle yet firm tone. When she complied, he asserted, "You should know I don't form bonds easily. I also don't have much regard for my own life, so I 'will' come for you. If you do something drastic to try and deter me, Soul Society will crumble under my fury..."
Though he didn't actively channel his psychic powers, Ohta's eyes exuded a faint red glow from their depths. He knew he would die trying to take on an ancient organization like Soul Society, but he didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time he died seeking vengeance...
"You idiot..." whimpered Rukia, tearing up even more. However, when Ohta consequently kissed her, she reciprocated with all the fervor and zeal she could muster, far more than she thought possible. Even when Ohta angled his glans at her entrance, she offered no resistance, readily accepting his intrusion to feel as close to him as possible...
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A few days after setting out for her reconnaissance mission, Yoruichi met up with Ohta, initially confused when he asked her to accompany him to the underground study chamber. When she learned why, her right eye twitched as she asked, "Is that supposed to be some kind of joke...?" with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta replied, "Hey, you had your chance to monopolize me. I was even willing to deal with being harassed by your family and stalked by your creepy bodyguard-turned-Captain. You just weren't willing to commit."
"..."
Moving faster than Ohta had ever seen her move, Yoruichi landed a heavy punch in his gut, sending him flying several tens of meters and smashing into a large boulder. His impact against the boulder did no damage to him, but he coughed up a moderately concerning amount of blood due to the internal injuries inflicted by Yoruichi's blow.
"I forgive you," said Yoruichi, her words failing to match her expression. She and Ohta were never technically in a relationship, but she didn't take kindly to being 'dumped.' If she didn't believe it would send him over the deep end and force her to kill him, she might have pushed him down and 'forced' him to retract his words.
"That's good..." replied Ohta, collapsing face-first onto the ground after pulling himself out of the boulder. He anticipated at least some form of retribution from the proud and temperamental woman, so he was willing to let her get a few hits in. With how many times he had fucked her over a relatively short period, she deserved that much...
Making her way over to Ohta's collapsed form, Yoruichi nudged him with her toe, asking, "You still alive...?"
Instead of raising his face from the dirt or responding with words, Ohta gave a shaky thumbs-up. He felt like he was about to shit his intestines, so quippy remarks would have to wait until after he healed himself.
Crossing her arms and exhaling an ear-pleasing sigh, Yoruichi muttered, "Seriously..." while staring down at Ohta. She simply couldn't fathom how she had 'lost' to a brat with more meat in the cheeks on her face than her chest...
After standing in silence for a few minutes, Yoruichi asked, "Then what of our prior 'arrangements'? I can't imagine that little squirt you call a lover is willing to let another woman suck your dick or accompany you at night..."
Rolling onto his back with some effort, Ohta met Yoruichi's gaze, forcing a smile as he jokingly replied, "Yeah...I'm definitely going to miss that mouth of yours. That, and everything else about you..."
Furrowing her brows, Yoruichi resisted the urge to stomp on Ohta's face, allowing him to add, "She said it was okay if you slept together so long as you're in your cat form. As much as it sucks, everything else is off-limits. I may be a massive cunt, but I have principles..."
Narrowing her eyes and adopting a sly smile, Yoruichi asked, "Then what if I'm able to 'persuade' her to give you permission? We just spent the last month fucking and performing Soul Resonance. I'm definitely not going to pursue you, but even I would regret it if we stopped having sex. You have a good dick, and you must have noticed that we both grow stronger every time we experience Soul Resonance..."
Closing his eyes and adopting a broader smile, Ohta answered, "As much as I wish I could fuck you right here and now, I'm gonna have to pass on your offer. I can't trust a woman who deliberately used her as bait to act in Rukia's best interest. That isn't to say you're evil or malicious, but you're definitely not a good person..."
"Speak for yourself..." retorted Yoruichi, adopting an uncharacteristically hurt expression as she asserted, "You could have informed her of our plan whenever you wanted. Even now, you still haven't told her the full truth. If you had, do you think she would love you...?"
Leaving Yoruichi a little taken aback, Ohta confidently replied, "She would. She would definitely be hurt, but she would try her best to understand the reasons for my silence and ultimately accept that I did the right thing. The real individuals at fault here are your favorite creepy uncle and that mind-controlling cunt concealing himself in Soul Society..."
"..."
Unable to refute Ohta's words as readily as she would have liked, Yoruichi remained silent. She knew that Kisuke's plan wasn't considerate of Rukia, but the life of an individual Shinigami couldn't compare to the billions that would be imperiled if Aizen's plan succeeded. They were also planning to interrupt her execution and rescue her from the start, so it wasn't like they had forsaken her...
"I need some time to think..." said Yoruichi, promptly disappearing. Ohta could sense her thanks to their still-present link, but he didn't attempt to follow after her. Instead, he focused on using Kaidō(Healing Spiritual Arts) to mend his injuries. Once finished, he rose to his feet, dusted himself off, exhaled a regret-tinged sigh, and made his way home...
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*click* *fwoop*
Using the spare key Ohta had given her, Rukia opened his door to find he was sleeping on his bed. At least, she presumed he was asleep until he asked, "How was your day at school? If I'm not mistaken, the end-of-term exams should be coming up soon..."
Adopting a smile, Rukia entered deeper into the room, discarding her bag as she replied, "Things are going well. Your doppelganger got into another tiff with Tatsuki, but that's fairly typical these days."
"Right..." replied Ohta, making some space so Rukia could take a seat and promptly curl up next to him. He was tempted to kiss her but instead ran his fingers through her hair, staring silently into her eyes with a smile that caused a faint blush to develop through her cheeks.
"I don't have to continue attending school..." muttered Rukia. "I'd say it's fairly obvious by now that being near Ichigo isn't helping me to regain my power as a Shinigami..."
"You know I'm not going to stop you..." said Ohta, positioning his hand so
that his thumb was tracing Rukia's bottom lip as he mused, "Whatever you decide, just make sure it's what you 'want,' not what you feel compelled to do. I certainly do what I want..."
Punctuating his words, Ohta traced his finger along the inner seam of her blouse, slowly undoing each button with his psychic power. By the second button, Rukia leaned in to kiss him, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him to initiate an intense makeout session. They were currently going through their honeymoon period as a couple, so from the time she got off from school to the moment he went out on patrol, they couldn't keep their hands off one another.
After nearly a full minute of kissing, Rukia abruptly got on top of Ohta, straddling him as she removed her blouse and began unfastening the buttons of her undershirt. As she did, Ohta undid the clasp of her skirt, taking advantage of the opportunity to feel up her dainty yet perky ass as he revealed, "I talked to Yoruichi earlier..."
Stopping in the middle of removing her bra, Rukia raised her brows and asked, "Oh, really? And what did the two of you talk about?" with a slight frown.
Adopting a teasing smile, Ohta explained, "I told her that sex and other intimate acts were off limits, so she sent me flying with a punch. She also proposed persuading you to allow us to continue having sex, but I turned her down. If she attempts to pressure you regardless, you should tell her the same."
Regaining her smile, Rukia's voice couldn't disguise her satisfaction as she asked, "And you did all that for me?"
Squeezing the diminutive Shinigami's ass cheeks, Ohta jokingly inquired, "Do I get a reward...?"
"However many you want," replied Rukia, putting aside getting undressed to bend down and give him another long and passionate kiss...
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After fucking in the shower and kissing her goodbye, Ohta left Rukia to rest while he went on patrol.
Staring out over the active but slowly quieting Karakura Town, enjoying the warm Summer air offset by a cool breeze, Ohta had a rare, genuine smile on his face. He usually wore a more sardonic smile, especially when interacting with others, but now that he and Rukia had become a couple, he felt his life had direction for the first time since his reincarnation. Life was easiest when walking alone, but it had infinitely more meaning when you walked it with someone else...
"At least until reality kicks in and life double-taps you in the dick..." mused Ohta, still smiling despite recalling one of the more tragic incidents of his previous life. He had once gotten married and attempted to retire from the life of a hitman/mercenary, but cutting ties with an international syndicate was easier said than done. He only had around six months of marital bliss before he returned home to find his wife had been blood eagled atop their bed...
"Dammit..." muttered Ohta, reaching up to rub his forehead as a piercing ring, similar to tinnitus, permeated his mind. He couldn't see it, but at the same time, a near-crimson glow exuded from his eyes...
"Experiencing withdrawals?" asked a familiar voice, accompanied by the appearance of Yoruichi in her cat form.
"I'm definitely regretting something..." muttered Ohta, shifting his gaze to Yoruichi to ask, "You finished thinking?"
"Something like that..." replied Yoruichi, casting her gaze over the city and falling silent for several seconds before stating, "Kisuke asked me to tell you to be cautious. Rukia's synchronization with her Gigai is over 90%, so, while unlikely, it's not impossible for her to get pregnant.
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "If it were that easy to circumvent the difficulties of conceiving in Soul Society, I'm sure the Five Great Noble Families would have exploited the shit out of it."
"Gigai are a relatively recent invention," countered Yoruichi, explaining, "Kisuke developed them a little over a hundred years ago. He's also the only one who can create Gigai capable of exceeding 70% synchronization, so unless the Soul Society rescinds his exile, they're stuck using second-hand, knock-off goods."
Changing topics, Ohta offered a curt "Neat." before asking, "So, what's up? Did you come here to keep me company...?"
Furrowing her feline brows, Yoruichi asked, "What, you don't even want me around anymore? Does my presence make you nervous...?"
"Eh, not really," replied Ohta, musing, "I'm pretty confident in my self-restraint. I just expected you to let things air out for a few days before showing up shortly after Rukia and I finished a fuck-session."
"..."
Shifting her gaze back to the city below, Yoruichi muttered, "You're really annoying..." in a faint, huffy tone. She had, in fact, been planning to show up and tease the young couple, but it was annoying having Ohta call out her antics before she could implement them...
Extending his left hand, Ohta's expression and tone softened as he said, "Come here..." like he was coaxing an actual cat. Yoruichi frowned as he did so, but she eventually got up and approached him, arching her back as he ran his hand along her spine and scratched around her cheeks and ears.
Picking up the black cat and placing her into his lap, Ohta massaged both sides of Yoruichi's face as he softly asserted, "You know I care about you. If you ever need me to beat the shit out of someone, I'll be there. I just can't manage more than one woman at a time. It's too much of a hassle..."
Furrowing her brows, Yoruichi asked, "Why are you telling me this? I don't give two shits if you care about me..."
"Whatever you say, kitten..." muttered Ohta, continuing to caress the surly black cat for several minutes before she exhaled a notably frustrated sigh and made herself comfortable, eventually beginning to purr...
("I wonder if this is how Soi Fon feels...?") wondered Yoruichi, closing her eyes and momentarily allowing her concerns to slip away...
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With Rukia deciding to remain in school until the conclusion of the term, assuming the Soul Society permitted it, Ohta's days were split between resting and training with Yoruichi. All they did was spar with one another, but as she was one of the strongest individuals in the Soul Society, Ohta benefitted more from their sparring than any explanations she might give. The only problem was that she had managed to contact Rukia behind his back, resulting in him having to endure quite a bit of frustration...
"What's the matter? Is your resolve beginning to slip~?" asked Yoruichi, eyes narrowed in amusement as Ohta avoided looking directly at her in Kisuke's healing hot spring.
"Not likely..." replied Ohta. However, if he didn't actively prevent himself from getting an erection using his psychic powers, his dick would readily betray him.
"Well, just let me know if you can't endure it any longer," teased Yoruichi, maintaining eye contact as she made a show of cleaning her body slowly and deliberately.
("I should definitely move to the Soul Society after Rukia's rescue...") thought Ohta. He knew it would be at least a few years before Yoruichi could return to the Soul Society and reclaim her title as the Head of the Shihouin. If he could create a bit of distance between them, she would presumably mellow out a bit...
In an attempt to get Ohta to look at her, Yoruichi's expression and tone gained a serious undertone as she said, "The Soul Society has begun to move. However, as Rukia's Gigai makes it impossible to detect her with the usual means, they will need some time to pinpoint her location. So long as a major incident doesn't occur, the two of you can keep playing around as long as you like..."
"Meaning a major incident is guaranteed to occur, right?" asked Ohta, rewarding Yoruichi by turning to meet her gaze. In response, she gave a curt nod, stating, "Kisuke predicts the catalyst will be one of your former classmates, one of the last surviving Quincy, Ishida Uryu. He's already begun to violate his father's orders by hunting Hollow during the day, so there's a good chance he will approach you or Ichigo in the future for a 'challenge.' That boy has a lot of pent-up resentment toward Soul Society, Shinigami in particular."
"His funeral..." remarked Ohta, averting his eyes from Yoruichi's buoyant breasts. He didn't have any feelings toward Ishida, positive or negative, but if the bespectacled brat decided to pick a fight, Ohta would teach him a hard lesson...
"You're not interested in hearing more?" asked Yoruichi. "You're usually so nosy..."
"My life got a lot simpler when I got with Rukia," said Ohta, leaning back and allowing his body to sink deeper into the scalding water as he said, "That's why you missed out. When I have something to fight for, I don't stress as much over the specifics. I just kick ass..."
"..."
Feeling a little annoyed, Yoruichi got out of the water, sitting on the edge of the hot spring and pulling up her leg, elbow on her knee, and cheek resting against her palm as she said, "Just remember that I'm in charge when we enter the Soul Society. If you act as you please and try to rush the rescue, you'll get each of us killed..."
"I'm not an idiot..." replied Ohta, opening his eyes and adopting a nascent deadpan when he saw how Yoruichi was seated. She was clearly flashing him, but instead of averting his eyes, Ohta stared directly at her pussy as he asserted, "If anyone is going to fuck things up, it's Ichigo. He's always had more bravado than sense..."
Spreading her legs a little wider, Yoruichi mused, "Perhaps. But, while you might find this difficult to believe, his potential is even greater than yours. If you slack off, he could surpass you in the blink of an eye."
Furrowing his brows, Ohta felt compelled to refute Yoruichi's claim, but knowing Ichigo's 'heritage,' it wasn't an exaggeration to say the orange-haired brat was a messianic figure in the making. He was also one of the 'weapons' Kisuke had prepared to derail Aizen's schemes and prevent the usurpation of the Soul King, so Ohta knew he couldn't be underestimated.
Closing his eyes, Ohta asserted, "I don't care about being on top. So long as I have enough power to live as I please, I couldn't care less about that type of asinine bullshit..."
Having resonated with Ohta more than a dozen times, Yoruichi knew he wasn't lying when he said he didn't care about being the strongest. From his point of view, strength was simply a means to secure his lifestyle. He had no grand ambitions or desire to leave behind a legacy. Had she taken him up on his offer to pursue him, he could have been a powerful weapon for the Shihouin Clan...
Exhaling what must have been her seventieth sigh for the day, Yoruichi was tempted to ask how ignoring her was 'living as he pleased,' but she knew the answer. Ohta was monogamous because he chose to be, not because he needed to be. He was willing to give his all to a relationship, so, in his mind, there was no room for more than one woman.
"You're such a prude..." remarked Yoruichi, her voice faint but carrying far enough for Ohta to hear.
"If that were true, we wouldn't be sharing a bath right now..." replied Ohta, closing his eyes as he added, "I consider myself pretty open-minded. I'm just not a fuckboy..."
Though it was an unfamiliar term, Yoruichi could easily guess the meaning of the word fuckboy, assuming it was the male equivalent of slut. Hearing it made her want to weaponize it against Ohta, but she ultimately exhaled another faint sigh before allowing her eyes to wander, feeling equal parts bored and frustrated. She was half-tempted to go and pester Kisuke, but, for reasons she refused to delve deeper into, she didn't think that was the best course of action...
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Ignoring Yoruichi's warning from Kisuke, Ohta continued to fuck and cum inside Rukia every day, typically around 3-4 times but sometimes as many as ten. She got annoyed with him whenever he pointed it out, but she had a genuine interest and a real knack for sex. It could be the result of her 153 years of abstinence or the fact she could be captured and executed any day, but the petite Shinigami was a bit of a nympho, often being the first to initiate intimacy and actively suggesting they try positions she had read about in her books.
Fortunately for Rukia, while her pussy wasn't 'Demigoddess' tier, it wasn't too far off. Her diminutive size compared to Ohta's meant that, even after getting used to having sex, her pussy fit his cock like a second skin. She was also incredibly light, so whenever they took a shower together, he could hold her up and rail her with ease, her feet dangling as she placed her hands against the wall for support.
Though it initially bothered her, Rukia got used to being manhandled by Ohta and even developed the habit of climbing on him whenever she was feeling horny. This resulted in Ohta dubbing her a spider-bunny, but Rukia took it in stride, playfully referring to him as a boorish brute and a mongrel since he sometimes teased her for being a Noble. On that note, one of her favorite 'plays' was when he treated her like a Princess, worshipping her in a way that doubtlessly made Yoruichi extremely envious...
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*slup* *slurp* *shlup*
Watching Rukia gradually figure out how best to suck his cock, eventually figuring out a nice, steady rhythm, Ohta couldn't help thinking, ("She has a knack for this...")
Though experienced women like Yoruichi were typically the best fucks, it was the quiet, dedicated girls that generally left the deepest impression. Ohta didn't know how to put it into words, but there was something captivating about watching an inexperienced woman slowly descend into the abyss of pleasure...
Feeling her jaw cramping, Rukia decided to take a break, separating from Ohta's cock, wiping the spittle from her lips, and staring up at him as she asked, "How long does this usually take? My jaw is getting sore."
"There's no need to get me to cum with your mouth," replied Ohta. "Really, so long as we're both properly lubed up, we can skip the foreplay and just have sex."
Though she didn't doubt Ohta's words, Rukia was unwilling to leave things half-finished. Before she could return to her ministrations, however, Ohta proposed, "Instead of sitting on your knees and potentially bruising them, you should try crouching with your legs open. It's a lot sexier, and you can make my job easier by touching yourself..."
Opening her eyes and craning her brows, Rukia stared intently at Ohta's face for several seconds before swallowing hard and slowly transitioning from her knees to a far more 'compromising' pose. The position change made things much easier on her knees, but she felt completely exposed, the tips of her ears turning red.
"You're a good woman..." remarked Ohta, catching Rukia by surprise and confusing her a little. All she had done was spread her legs, so she didn't understand how that made her a 'good woman' in Ohta's eyes...
Instead of elaborating further, Ohta placed his hand on Rukia's head, gently guiding her back to his cock. She was still confused by his words, but, remembering she had a job to finish, she dutifully parted her lips and resumed sucking his dick. Little did she know this greatly elevated Ohta's opinion of her. He had no problem with feisty, temperamental women, but obedient and dutiful women made much better partners...
Seeing how hard Rukia was working, Ohta decided to make things easier for her, stimulating his own prostate with psychic energy. Doing so made his asshole pucker, but it was the only thing he could think of to give the dutiful woman what she craved before her frustration overwhelmed her desire.
"I'm about to cum..." said Ohta, choosing to avoid a scenario where Rukia was caught off guard and made to choke on his semen.
Nodding her head, Rukia grabbed the base of Ohta's cock, looking up at him as she worked the top half of his dick. At the same time, remembering his words, she reached her free toward her crotch, tentatively rubbing her hairless slit. Ohta couldn't see it from his current position, but he cracked a narrow-eyed smile when he noticed what she was doing.
"I take it back..." said Ohta. "You're an amazing woman..."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta gently guided Rukia's head with his hand, coaxing her to swallow as much of his cock as she could before releasing his semen into her throat. Her eyes widened in response, but she did her best to drink as much as she could before abruptly pulling away her head and coughing as the rest shot out onto her face, chest, and stomach.
Waiting until Rukia had stopped coughing, Ohta asked, "You okay...?" with slightly raised brows.
Adopting a wry, somewhat forced smile, Rukia replied, "It was a bit more 'viscous' than I imagined. And the quantity..."
Looking down at her body, stained by Ohta's semen, Rukia's expression contorted into a frown. The thin books she used as 'research material' had made it look easy, but she couldn't imagine anyone ingesting such a large quantity of the syrupy, bitter, and slightly salty substance. Not when it all came shooting out at once. What little she 'did' manage to ingest gave her a slight stomach ache...
"Well, if you don't like it, there's no need to drink it," said Ohta. "From now on, just have a towel on hand. I can shoot it out into that, or you can use it to wipe down your body."
"That's a good idea," replied Rukia, rising to her feet and scampering away to retrieve a bundle of towels from the bathroom. Much of her nerves had settled after the nearly seventeen-minute blowjob, so she didn't think to close her robes or cover herself as she returned, giving Ohta a clear view of her slit.
("I anticipated it, but she really is hairless...") thought Ohta. He had slept with women who shaved and groomed themselves, but he had never seen a grown woman without so much as a faint trace of pubes. He was certain that Rukia was a proper adult, but she was skirting the edges of what he perceived as permissible...
"You're thinking something very rude..." accused Rukia, dropping off the towels and staring daggers at the marginally surprised Ohta. He was sure his expression hadn't changed, so he couldn't help remarking, "You have a pretty sharp intuition..."
Furrowing her brows even further, Rukia asked, "Is there something about my body you find unappealing...?"
"If anything, I'm more bothered by the fact I don't," replied Ohta, moving further onto the bed, lying down, and smacking his chest as he said, "It's my turn now. Come and take a seat on my face."
"I bed your pardon...?" asked Rukia, staring at Ohta as if he had lost his mind.
"Just do it..." said Ohta. "The alternative is lying on her back and having me eat you out, but that position is uncomfortable. It'll be easier for both of us if you just sit on my face."
Though she had serious doubts about Ohta's words, Rukia shed her robe before climbing onto the bed and reluctantly positioning herself over his face. Her expression didn't change much, but her cheeks went bright red when she felt his nose and mouth touch her, followed by his surprisingly 'dexterous' tongue invading her nearly untouched folds, producing sounds that caused her ears to burn...
After less than three minutes of stimulation, Rukia meekly asserted, "I...I think that's enough..." in a faint tone. Unfortunately, Ohta didn't let up on her, causing the strength in her legs to give out gradually. Before, she had been squatting over him, but by the five-minute mark, she was sitting with her full weight against him, eyes tightly closed as a terrifying tremor rose from the depths of her body...
"I'm serious...that's enough! Ohta-kun...!" exclaimed Rukia. She then tried to pull away from him, but Ohta kept her firmly in place, grasping her legs as he deliberately targeted the most sensitive part of her body.
Realizing she couldn't stop whatever was coming, Rukia closed her eyes even tighter, holding up her hands and balling them into fists as her back straightened before ultimately arching against her will. Ohta stopped her from smacking her head against the headboard, but Rukia didn't notice it as she experienced her first legitimate orgasm, impacting her body like a bolt of lightning as an indescribable pleasure permeated her brain, making her feel as though it was expanding faster than the universe...
While Rukia's body trembled and spasmed above him, Ohta endeavored to prolong her orgasm as long as possible. He knew she should be okay, but her size still concerned him. Thus, understanding she was the type to do very stupid things, Ohta wanted to make sure Rukia was 'exhaustively' prepared before claiming her virginity. He wasn't a complete monster...
Eventually recovering from her muddleheaded, borderline insensible state, Rukia's eyes widened as she covered her mouth, confirming that she had been salivating with a stupid grin and hurriedly wiping away all traces. In the process, a gentler wave of pleasure spread through her body like an echo, alerting her to the reality that Ohta was still licking her.
"I'm serious. That's enough..." asserted Rukia, forcing herself to sound serious even though her body trembled like a newborn fawn.
Raising Rukia's butt from his face by her ass cheeks, Ohta asked, "Want to call it a night, or are you ready for what comes next?"
"I...have prepared myself..." replied Rukia, staring intently at Ohta's cock as if it were her fated enemy.
"Then let's do it," said Ohta, surprising Rukia by grabbing her waist and lifting her effortlessly as he sat up. She couldn't weigh more than 33kgs, so he didn't even need to use psychic power to pull it off. He used to own dumbbells that weighed more than her.
With Ohta positioning her on his lap, his surprisingly hot penis protruding through her thighs and pressing against her most sensitive spot, Rukia no longer felt prepared. She didn't utter a sound, but as he reached his hand between her legs, gently probing her crotch before grabbing his penis and invariably positioning it for entry, her rampaging heart felt like it was going to leap from her throat in the form of a scream...
"It might help to hold your breath..." whispered Ohta, locating Rukia's tiny entrance and probing it with the tip of his dick until it slipped inside. She nodded her head in response to his words, so he waited for her to take a deep breath before gradually lowering her against him, feeling her almost uncompromising insides pry apart as his dick sunk into her suffocatingly steamy and tight depths...
Feeling like a spear was stabbing into her body and pushing against her insides, Rukia motioned like she was going to grasp at her throat, issuing a croaking noise as she did her best to hold her breath and avoid crying aloud. It wasn't nearly as bad as being stabbed or burned, two things she had experienced, but the 'pressure' was unimaginable...
"It's in..." whispered Ohta, bottoming out in Rukia's shallow depths with around a quarter of his cock remaining. Her insides would stretch as she became more habituated to his intrusion, but there was only so much her 144cm frame could handle.
Exhaling the breath she had been holding, Rukia took several gasping breaths as she looked down at her body. She couldn't see well from the position she was in, but she could sure as hell feel Ohta's penis inside of her, pressing against her innermost parts. Before she could even think to move, however, Ohta whispered, "Give yourself a few minutes to get used to it. There's no need to rush..."
Punctuating his words, Ohta gently caressed Rukia's clit and tentatively massaged her noticeably swollen and tender pussy. Removing his fingers revealed blood, but that wasn't unexpected, considering the difference in their size and the fact Rukia was a virgin.
Seeing the blood on Ohta's fingers, Rukia bravado dried up instantly. She didn't suggest they stop, but she was marginally concerned that her Gigai had been damaged beyond repair. Fortunately, this wasn't the case, and after a few minutes, the painful, pulsing numbness in her vagina gradually began to fade, replaced by a faint but growing feeling of stimulation.
"Turn your head..." whispered Ohta, confusing Rukia until she obliged his words and abruptly found his lips pressed against hers. Her eyes widened to their limits, but she made no attempts to draw away, leaving Ohta to do so as he jokingly remarked, "We messed up the order a bit..."
"Ah..."
Realizing that she had kissed Ohta's dick before kissing his lips, a red hue spread through Rukia's cheeks. Fortunately, Ohta didn't seem particularly concerned by her faux pas, planting several more kisses on her lips until she started to reciprocate. When she did, Rukia noticed the sensation of pleasure she was experiencing seemed to amplify, so their initially chaste kisses quickly became more intimate. Even more so when Ohta reached up to trace his fingers around her nipples and gently fondle her breasts...
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Chapter 26: Every Action Has Consequences