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Chapter - 11: Future Choices
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The situation I found myself in was… intense, without any sugarcoating. But honestly, I was enjoying the sight of Yoruichi above me, while my cock rubbed against her thick ass. Her demeanor almost put me at ease.
There was a part of me trying to maintain control, to do the "right" thing, or at least not to seem too bold. But there was also something else, a stronger, more visceral instinct pushing me to take what I wanted.
So, I allowed myself some liberties. Maybe more than I should have, but it didn't matter at that moment since I knew she wouldn't hurt me.
I couldn't even say exactly how it happened—or maybe I could, but I had no intention of admitting it. One moment, I was simply there; the next, my hand was naturally resting on her thick, bouncy ass.
Not too hard, not too soft. Just enough to make it clear that it wasn't an accident and that I was fully enjoying the situation I was in.
She turned sharply, her eyes gleaming with surprise and amusement. "Oh, you've got balls, kid?" she asked, but there was no indignation in her tone. On the contrary, there was a clear note of approval in her voice.
I smiled, not even pretending to be embarrassed. "I thought you'd noticed," I replied with disarming calm, not immediately removing my hand.
She studied me for a second, barely biting her lip. "Oh, I noticed, all right," she murmured, tilting her head slightly toward a certain part of my body.
"And what are you going to do about it?" I shot back with a smirk.
She didn't move away. If anything, she seemed to be waiting for my next move. And at that moment, I realized I had played my cards well, and I would try to get the most out of this.
I smiled, letting the moment linger, my touch still firm and decisive. Activating [Sticky Finger], I felt every detail, every subtle reaction. She didn't pull away, didn't give the slightest sign of wanting me to stop. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying it.
Her golden eyes studied me closely, as if assessing how far I was willing to go. A silent game of provocation, where neither of us wanted to be the first to back down.
Naturally, I wasn't the type to be easily intimidated.
Then something subtle, yet obvious, happened. She shifted just slightly, an almost imperceptible movement, but enough to feel like a silent invitation—she clearly wanted to see how far I would dare to go.
I didn't need a second invitation.
With a firm motion, my hand struck her hip in a swift but precise slap. A sharp sound filled the air, followed by a soft, surprised gasp from her.
Not of pain. Rather… of pleasure.
"Oh~" she murmured, holding her breath for a moment before biting her lower lip.
I moved closer, my body almost touching hers. "Did you like that?" I whispered in her ear, my warm breath brushing against her skin.
She didn't answer right away, but the way her body reacted already gave me the answer. Her fingers slid over my hand, still resting on her, as if she wanted to provoke me into doing more.
I smiled again, this time with more intent. "Let's see if you like it when I go harder." Another slap, firmer this time, a sharp sound filling the air and making her jolt.
A small moan escaped her lips, and this time she didn't even bother to hide it. Yoruichi looked at me with that superior air of hers, but in the end, she didn't seem too bothered by what had just happened.
"Alright, even if you are just an arrogant kid," Yoruichi said, loosening her grip on me with a smile that was somewhere between amused and provocative. "For now, I'll at least give you this—you have a good instinct for how to please a woman~~"
"For now?" I thought, mentally noting those words. That phrase implied too much, and I wasn't sure I'd always get away this easily.
To distract myself, my gaze wandered over her dark hair, faintly illuminated by the night's light. Then I brushed that thought aside and took the opportunity to satisfy a curiosity that had been bothering me for a while.
"By the way," I said, trying to keep my tone casual, "how do you transform like that? I've never seen anything like it." It was a question that had been on my mind for a while, especially since the original series never really gave a clear explanation.
Yoruichi didn't reveal much, only offering a half-smile. "It's just one of my abilities, nothing too interesting," she said with apparent nonchalance. "But instead of worrying about me, you should be thinking about yourself. After the show you put on tonight, people will start noticing you… and not all of them will be friendly."
"If they're all like you, I really don't mind…" I replied lightly, trying to mask the underlying meaning behind a relaxed tone.
She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Besides," I continued, shooting her a meaningful glance, "if we're done messing around, you should at least put on some pants."
Yoruichi shrugged with a mischievous smirk. "I don't have any clothes with me," she stated shamelessly. "And honestly, I don't think you mind that much."
Her tone was somewhere between teasing and provocative. I decided to let it go, mainly because, honestly, I couldn't really argue—I was enjoying this whole situation.
I sighed, trying to act like a normal teenager my age. "I guess if you're here, it means I really messed up big time, huh?"
Yoruichi stared straight into my eyes with an enigmatic smile—one of those you could never tell if it was a warning or just mockery. "Oh yes, and you're right in the middle of it."
I almost laughed but held back. "Really?" I thought, watching her as she stretched with that feline ease that seemed so natural to her.
"I could have started by telling you this," Yoruichi continued, "but honestly, your arrogant attitude caught me a little off guard, even if it was a breath of fresh air."
"You've been watching me all this time, haven't you?" I asked, not really for the answer—I already knew it—but just to make it clear that I wasn't stupid just because I went around beating up delinquents.
"Yes," she confirmed with a mischievous smirk, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement and curiosity. "And it didn't take long to figure out that there's still a lot you don't know about the spiritual side of things."
She paused briefly, staring at me with an intensity I couldn't ignore. It felt like she was studying my every reaction, every hesitation, as if she was assessing exactly how aware I was of my own ignorance.
I had to admit it—she was really good at what she did. Every word, every seductive movement seemed perfectly calculated. This wasn't just a simple conversation; it felt more like a psychological game, where she carefully observed me, gathering information like a perfect commander of the Stealth Force.
I decided not to interrupt her. Whatever her goal was, I was curious to see how far she would take this. "So?" I asked, crossing my arms with fake nonchalance. "What should I do to fill this gap in my knowledge?"
"Meet me tomorrow near a shop called Urahara Shōten," she said, rising with a fluid motion. And at that moment, for the first time, I had the opportunity to see her in all her glory.
"Does that work for you?" she continued, as if what she had just shown me wasn't already enough to make me lose my train of thought.
Urahara Shōten… so basically Kisuke's shop. This would be my chance to meet the ultimate manipulator of this world—the guy who never revealed his true plans to Ichigo and always expected him to figure out his problems without any real explanations.
"How am I supposed to find you without more specific directions?" I asked, trying to sound less experienced than I actually was, as if I were just some newcomer to this world.
"You'll sense my presence," she answered with an undeniable confidence, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Just do the same thing you did when you fought those monsters."
And before I could stop myself, the words slipped out without a filter: "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go…" My gaze shamelessly traced her curves as she walked away, and the only response I got was a loud, boisterous laugh from her.
"Hahaha! I like honest guys!" she exclaimed, amused, without even turning around. "I'm Yoruichi, and you're an interesting kid. I expect to see you tomorrow~," she said, her voice full of mischief.
Was she actually swaying her hips more, or was I just being too presumptuous, thinking she was doing it on purpose to tease me?
I was about to ask her another question, but before I could even open my mouth, her body twisted with the innate grace of a living shadow. In the blink of an eye, she transformed back into a cat, and in a flash, she disappeared into the shadows of the night without leaving a trace.
"Yoruichi…" I murmured, still hearing the echo of her laughter in my mind. And damn… that damn huge ass.
I couldn't tear my eyes away, mesmerized by every movement. I swore I'd fuck that ridiculous ass senseless one way or another—until she became completely addicted to my dick.
I sighed and stood up abruptly, making a futile attempt to push away those indecent thoughts. But it was useless. It was like trying to ignore the presence of a hungry lion in the same room.
"She could kill me, and I wouldn't even have time to react." In our world, that was the highest praise you could give someone. I wouldn't even have time to activate Blut or call upon the power of my Fullbring.
No defense, no chance to counterattack.
One moment, and I'd be dead.
And the most unsettling part? This was her when she was out of practice.
Even now, as her body moved with that lethal, natural elegance, every fiber of my instincts screamed at me in warning. But another part of me… a much more primal and reckless part, found it absolutely irresistible.
For tonight, at least, I would continue training with my Fullbring in preparation for tomorrow's meeting. Knowing Kisuke, it was almost certain that things would turn into some kind of test of strength—an evaluation of my current power level.
It didn't faze me one bit. In fact, to be honest, the most enjoyable part would be watching my opponents try to decipher my power… only for them to realize not only had they underestimated it, but it was designed to completely surpass them.
Most people fought by trying to adapt to the enemy, bridging the strength gap with strategy and intuition. Me? I aimed to make that gap simply insurmountable.
I smiled to myself as I took the Quincy Cross and felt the power flow through my right arm, the Fullbring pulsing in perfect harmony with my soul.
I could feel every fiber of my body vibrating under the energy I was releasing, as if my very being was ready to push beyond its limits.
I found myself at a crucial crossroads: awaken my Shinigami powers or take my Fullbring to the next level? Both options were tempting, but which one would be the right choice?
Theoretically, I could awaken my Shinigami powers, considering that Zangetsu acts as a pseudo-Asauchi, allowing me to create a Zanpakutō without much trouble.
However, I wondered if it was the right time to infuse my Fullbring or if I should wait, since I didn't want Zangetsu's form to become a bow, at least not until the moment I deemed it right for me.
Honestly, I preferred the form that made me resemble the White created by Aizen, but since I was using the Quincy Cross as my Fullbring, instead of the Substitute Shinigami badge, I found myself in a bit of a different situation.
Then, upon reflection, I realized there was nothing stopping me from having two Fullbrings. One for my Hollow side and one for my Quincy side. And, in the long run, I could merge them together, but for now, it was better to keep them separate.
For the moment, I was content with the basic forms of my Quincy Fullbring and my Shinigami powers, using a false Shikai and Bankai to keep a low profile. I didn't want to draw too much attention before the right time.
Even though I had a feeling my power wouldn't manifest exactly like Ichigo's, I was pretty sure my models could influence me in a certain way.
But it didn't matter. It wasn't yet the time to reveal my true potential. Everything in its own time. When the right moment came, I would crush the arrogance of anyone who thought they could dictate the rules to me.
Tomorrow would be interesting, that much was certain. It didn't matter who showed up, whether it was Kisuke, Yoruichi, or someone else with intentions—I would leave an impression they would never forget.
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