She smirked slightly and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, the smallest amount of sweat beading on her forehead.
"Well, then," Lisa said, feeling encouraged (read: turned on) by Hiyori's behavior. "Let's give her what she wants, then."
Hiyori's eyes widened, but before she could protest Ichigo scooped her up in his arms and silenced her with an aggressive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and handily beating her into submission. She moaned into his mouth, eyes rolling up in the back of her head as Ichigo fucked her mouth with his tongue.
When Ichigo finished with that, he set Hiyori down. Calling over to the others to give him a hand over the sandy blonde's weak protests, Ichigo moved behind her, lining his dick up with her anus. She was already a little loosened up there from when Kon had been screwing her, so Ichigo didn't have too much trouble putting himself inside.
He sat down, pulling her on top of his lap as his member went all the way up her ass until his balls were touching her thighs.
Next, Mashiro got down on all fours and started licking Hiyori's wet slit even as the blonde feebly cussed her out. Lisa, meanwhile sat down on Mashiro's back and started rubbing Hiyori's small breasts, causing her to whimper.
"Don't complain, Hiyori," Lisa said as she kneaded her fingers deep into the meager tissue of the blonde's tits. "I've heard that massaging your breasts helps them grow... So I'm doing you a favor, really."
Hiyori huffed indignantly, but Kon made an interested sound even as he got behind Lisa and plunged his dick once more into Mashiro's pussy.
"Is that so...?" he asked Lisa, reached his hands around to cup her boobs as he plowed Mashiro's cunt. "Then I suppose I'll help you out, too."
"My breasts aren't as small as Hiyori's," Lisa pointed out, though she most certainly did nothing to protest his manhandling.
"They certainly aren't," Kon agreed, grinning appreciatively as he pinched the brunette's nipples.
Ichigo, meanwhile, was slowly pumping Hiyori's ass up and down his shaft, taking his time as it continued to slowly clench tighter and tighter around him. He wasn't feeling as uncontrollably randy as before, though he was still hard, so he was letting the others have their fun with the blonde Vizard.
"I hate... all of you..." Hiyori moaned as Lisa groped her tits, Mashiro licked her cunt, and Ichigo pumped her ass.
Kon, coming inside Mashiro's pussy with a grunt, gave Hiyori a sly grin.
"You know, they say that sex with someone you hate is the best kind," the mod soul commented as he felt Mashiro come shortly after him, moaning girlishly as her womanly juices splashed over Kon's pelvis.
"Oh, yes," Lisa agreed, squeezing Hiyori's breasts hard enough to leave bright red marks in the shape of her hands. "It really is the best."
She then came upon Mashiro's back from Kon's masterful teasing of her tits.
Hiyori glowered at them, before hissing when she felt Ichigo come into her ass.
"I wouldn't know," Ichigo said with a grunt, adding his two cents to the conversation, "But it sure sounds like it would be hot."
He then leaned his head down to bite Hiyori's ear, and the girl came with a cry.
Michiru Ogawa and Ryo Kunieda, two students at Karakura High, were walking through the old industrial district when they saw their classmate, Ichigo Kurosaki, standing outside an abandoned warehouse.
Michiru, who was the first to spot him, was a little curious about what Ichigo was doing there all by himself. She was a little reluctant to approach him, however, as she had always been a little intimidated by his sullen demeanor.
Ryo, on the other hand, couldn't care less what Ichigo was doing, and simply dragged Michiru along past... at least, until she realized that Ichigo had his dick out. That was when she decided to approach him, partly just because she was morbidly curious, but most largely because she was more than a little turned on at the sight of his massive, erect member.
"Kurosaki?" the track team's aloof star said somewhat curiously, the short and cute Michiru hiding behind her, "What are you doing here?"
"Y-yeah," Michiru agreed, peeking past Ryo's back at Ichigo's dick, a bright blush on her face. "A-a-and why do you have your... your thingy out?"
She then hid once again behind Ryo.
Kon started, and looked towards the two, realizing that they must have been talking to him. As far as he knew those two could not see spirits, let alone hollows or soul reapers.
He glanced towards Ichigo, who fingered the gun slung at his waist and gave him a meaningful look.
Kon grinned, understanding Ichigo's unspoken request.
"Hehe, not much, not much," Kon said cheerfully, causing Ichigo to face-palm.
Ryo frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave the mod soul in Ichigo's gigai a hard stare.
"Are you high, Kurosaki?" she asked him seriously.
"Only on life," Kon replied charily, grinning brightly at the slender, athletic brunette, seemingly either unaware or uncaring of the fact that his member was out and standing at attention.
"... hmph," Ryo harrumphed, her cheeks dusted slightly pink as she averted her gaze for a second from the person she thought was Ichigo. "If you say so..." she muttered, clearly not believing him.
Kon then noticed a red-faced Michiru staring at him from behind Ryo. She wasnot, surprisingly enough, staring at his cock, though. No, she was staring at the smile on his face.
"Yo!" Kon said, waving at the small girl and giving her a cheeky grin. "Didn't anyone ever tell that it's rude to stare?" he asked jokingly.
Michiru eep'ed and ducked back behind Ryo.
"... please put your penis away, Kurosaki," the latter said in an exasperated tone. "Or do you want to be reported for indecent exposure?"
Kon smirked and struck the kind of pose you might see on the front of a magazine.
"What," he said, waggling his eyebrows playfully (which caused Mashiro to roll on the ground laughing at how out of place an expression like that was on Ichigo's face), "don't you like the view?"
Ryo coughed and blushed slightly, her eyes flitting unconsciously towards his dick.
"...maybe a little," she admitted, causing Kon to smirk.
"Yo, boss," he said, glancing toward Ichigo. "Sounds like this one is ready for you."
Ryo was confused by those words, but before she could do anything, she felt a strong pair of hands grab her breasts through her shirt. She was about to blindly attack whatever pervert was assaulting her so boldly, when she looked down and saw that while her chest was clearly being pushed down by something, she could not see anything that could be grabbing them.
There was nothing, and no one, there that she could see, aside from her, Michiru, and Kurosaki, yet the feeling of hands roughly molesting her breasts was very real.
She moaned as she felt the invisible hands start undoing the front of her blouse, baring her breasts. They were small, relative to the endowments of some of the incredibly buxom individuals in Karakura, but for a Japanese girl of her age and size they were right around average, and the white cotton sports bra under her shirt lifted and separated them nicely enough.
Ryo then glanced down at Michiru, who had fallen on her bottom beside her and was watching the proceedings in confusion.
"Looks like boss is having fun playing with you," Kon remarked offhandedly as her sat down and watched the proceedings with Lisa on his lap.
Ryo frowned even as she felt the unseen hands unclasp her bra and remove it, revealing the creamy, alabaster skin and hardened, pink nipples of her modest, perky tits.
"Bo...boss?" she repeated questioningly, panting and biting back a squeak as she felt one of the hands move down to her exposed navel, fingers teasing at the waistband of her skirt, before slipping under it and brushing through her pubic hair.
She then groaned as the hand still at her breasts tweaked one of her nipples, twisting it and pulling, stretching her breast painfully/pleasurably. She couldn't believe it, but she was actually getting hot from this, whatever it was...
Ichigo, meanwhile, was getting randier as he played with Ryo, his penis twitching as he playfully abused her nipples and teasingly brushed his fingers across her labia. He glanced over at Michiru, who appeared to be frozen in place, then turned his attention back to Ryo.
He was getting harder, and he really felt like he needed to stick his dick into something, preferably a pretty girl. It was getting hard to ignore. So, deciding that he had had enough fun playing around with Ryo, Ichigo held up the gun and shot her. She blinked as her eyes briefly glazed over, and she stared at Ichigo in his shinigami form, whom she could now see.
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