As an exhausted Senna licked up the last of Ichigo's semen from her hands and the others lay on the floor in drowsy heaps, including Kon and Chizuru who were using Mahana's tits as makeshift pillows, only Ichigo still had any energy left.
In fact, he was hardly even the least bit fatigued. His penis was standing tall, and he was feeling hornier than ever, but none of the girls present had any energy left to keep going. Hell, even Kon was exhausted, despite being in an all but inexhaustible gigai.
Ichigo scowled. There wasn't a single girl in the house who was still capable of going, even Rukia was still fast asleep. And fucking a girl who was too tired to fuck him back was, he had quickly discovered, very boring.
So, as he glanced at the gun on the bed beside him, he decided he had no choice but to go out and find some more girls to join the party.
Grabbing his combat pass and pressing it to Kon's head, he ejected the mod soul from his gigai, then stepped into it. His reiatsu powered the artificial body back up, and Ichigo pocketed Kon in his pill form, just in case, and got dressed, making sure to grab the gun as he left.
"Maybe Orihime will be able to help with this..." he mumbled to himself, before flash-stepping out the door.
He zoomed through the streets of Karakura, covering tens of meters with each empowered stride. It only took him a few minutes to reach the girl's apartment, and he got there without incident.
Ichigo knocked on her door. The smell of day-old bread wafted from within, and reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while. The door opened, and Ichigo saw Orihime standing there, smiling brightly.
The gun in his pocket immediately blasted her with a flash of red light.
A beat.
Orihime smiled still as brightly as ever at him, her expression completely unchanged.
"Hello, Kurosaki-kun!" she greeted him cheerfully, seemingly unfazed. "I was just about to bring you some bread from work, but since you're here you might as well come inside and eat me out..."
Orihime then went beet red when she realized what she had just said.
"Er... eat with me... out... eat out with me! You know, like at the park!" she said nervously, trying to cover her little slip of the tongue.
Ichigo stared at her, though not because of Orihime tripping over her tongue and saying things that made no sense. No, that was normal for her. He stared because she did not seem to have been the least bit affected by the gun. If the device was working right, it should have made it so that she could think of nothing but submitting herself to him in mind, body, and soul and desired his cock above all other things.
And yet she wasn't acting the least bit out of the normal! Maybe it was because of her power to reject things? (Poor, dense, Ichigo, completely unable to take a hint.)
Curious as to whether the gun was working, and whether it had actually had any effect on Orihime, Ichigo decided to test it.
"Hey, Orihime," he said. "How about you take off your shirt stick a baguette between your boobs?"
Orihime blinked.
"Eh...?" she said. Her cheeks became dusted with a light pink. She blushed deeply, and for a moment Ichigo wondered if she would actually do it.
And, indeed, Orihime was perplexed by this request. It vexed her to hear her Kurosaki-kun say something like that, yet at the same time it also sent a thrill up her spine. She shivered, feeling aroused at the thought of doing something like this for Ichigo.
Smiling, still smiling, Orihime happily did as Ichigo asked her. This was Kurosaki-kun, after all. She trusted him completely.
Ichigo gulped as he watched Orihime cheerfully throw off her shirt and squeeze a baguette between her bountiful breasts, which were only barely kept modest by a lacy white bra. Her chest may not have been nearly as big as what Mahana now boasted, but her curves were more congruent, flowing naturally from bosom to waist and down to the hips. The girl, for all her sweet demeanor, was built like a bombshell, and Ichigo would be damned if Orihime didn't seem to know exactly how to use what she was born with.
As he watched Orihime cutely nibble on the end of the baguette that was sticking up from her breasts, Ichigo could not help but imagine that it was his penis being sandwiched in her Valley of the Goddess (damn that Kon for corrupting his mind) and serviced by her sweet little mouth. He quickly grew hard, groaning as he felt his erection push against his jeans. There was a visible bulge in his pants, and Ichigo was trying very hard not to draw attention to it.
But Orihime soon noticed his tent nonetheless, and even that innocent girl knew enough to know what was causing it. Orihime's eyes widened and jaw slacked when she beheld the sizable bulge in Ichigo's pants. A small moan escaped her mouth as she looked at the evidence of Ichigo's erection and realized that she had caused it. She was overjoyed at the thought that Kurosaki-kun found her body sexy. The very notion of this aroused her immensely.
Feeling her loins heating up, she knelt down on the floor, bending over and staring at the crotch of Ichigo's pants.
"Kurosaki-kun..." Orihime whispered, grasping the zipper his pants. "...do you want my help with that?"
Ichigo gulped, his mouth feeling suddenly like it was filled with cotton. Still, he somehow managed to say, "Yes," which caused Orihime to smile and unzip his jeans.
Pulling down Ichigo's pants, Orihime gasped slightly when she saw his member stand up proud, now free of his boxers. Its size was formidable, and part of her was intimidated by its appearance.
"So this is Kurosaki-kun's..." Orihime whispered, gently prodding the head with a curious, yet awed, expression on her face, her mouth slightly agape. "It's... it's..."
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