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For Orihime (shit title, I know)	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 622 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to BLEACH, just several copies of Tite Kubo's works, and I make no money off this fic... But the title is still crap.

Chapter List
- 1-Day One
- 1
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            I can do this.
            She kept her composure. She always kept her composure, even when facing down giant gorilla women in the ring. She would keep her composure now. After all, what was a little competition against a determined, demented classmate?
            She sat up straight and tall like a proper student as Ochi-sensei went through the lessons. She clasped her hands and stared straight ahead; a model student and also a wallflower. Her knees were locked together, and as long as she was distracted, she could hardly notice the small thing wedged up inside of her.
            Small and… comfortable? She wouldn’t say that so much, for when she thought of it being settled in the moistened walls of her snatch, she noticed much more that her virgin strip was occupied, which made her want to squirm. But no, she couldn’t do that. She could feel the depraved eyes watching her, hoping to see a reaction.
            But she would keep her composure!
            I can do this!
            Tatsuki was sure of it… until the buzzing started.
            It was so abrupt after nearly a whole day of sedentary seating, but the plastic egg came to life in a burst of vibration. So much vibration that even muffled by her muff, it could almost be heard outside! But her quim hushed it well underneath Ochi-sensei’s spirited lecture.
            Tatsuki’s clasped hands unwound suddenly to catch hold of the sides of her desk like she’d fall. Only Ichigo – seated behind her – noticed. Idiot; probably daydreaming instead of taking notes! “I’m fine,” she quietly groused back at him without a full turn so the teacher would not notice. She heard Ichigo tsk, and then go back to daydreaming; he could afford it. Tatsuki, on the other hand, wished she could focus. Focus on the chalkboard, the lecture, daydreaming, or anything but the little vibrating toy buzzing away and making her walls slicker.
            The heat grew, as did the moisture. The leg garter held the battery case, but the connection wire had to sneak under the crotch of her panties to supply the device with energy. She’d been very cautious around Asano and Kojima today, lest one or the other try to peer up her skirt. Even around Ichigo, she involuntarily kept her hands at her hems, defending herself from surprise updrafts. She hated wearing the garter, though; she hated that it made her look scandalous, and she hated that she had to wear it on command!
            But it was Chizuru calling the shots today. The bespectacled pervert didn’t even try to hide her perverse pleasure from her seat. Facing forward, but her eyes were watching her rival. How dare she try to come between true love and debauchery? In the hand stashed under her arm, she turned the dial more and was rewarded by Arisawa tilting forward like her balance had suddenly skewed and the room was leaning back.
            “Mmph!” The noise couldn’t be suppressed more than that; it was a miracle that she held it back as much as she did as the toy continued to churn noisily within her. And suppressed though it was, her moan had distracted Ochi-sensei’s lecture.
            “Arisawa? Is everything alright?”
            Just what she needed; everyone turning their heads to look at her and see what the fuss was about. Absolutely embarrassing; even Ichigo and Orihime looked. Tatsuki tensed, holding her legs tighter together, inadvertently pushing the vibrator deeper into her tunnel. She could discern the increase in power. That bitch turned it up more!
            Her soles pressed hard on the floor, trying to brace and keep from kicking and writhing. Painful not to respond; suffering to endure it in front of her peers, all waiting for her to respond to the teacher. She began by clearing her throat, checking her voice. “I-uhn…” First syllable, and already a costly stumble. She needed to ham it up, really draw focus to her urgency. The hot flush on her face weakened her normal, steadfast demeanor.
            bbzzzZZZ!
            Up again?! Chizuru was pressing her luck, seeing how far she could go before Tatsuki lost all reserve! Whether the reserve of keeping up school appearances and letting the pleasure overtake her, fall back into her seat and pump her hips to satiate the impending orgasm, or the reserve to break the pact and school rules and deck Chizuru with a straight right! But she couldn’t allow either. Pride and appearance mattered to her.
            Clapping a hand onto her face to better muffle the next groan, Tatsuki told Ochi-sensei and the class, “I need to use the restroom.”
            “Oh?” Ochi Misato cocked her head. “Well, alright. You look like you’ve been holding it in a long time. But maybe you should see the nurse, too. You look feverish.”
            Tatsuki was already dragging herself to the exit; heavy, sliding footfalls and weak balance. “No,” she breathed huskily, her glower fixed on the door. “Just the restroom.” She trudged out, heading determinedly to the girls’ room.
            When the door was closed and Tatsuki well out of earshot, Misato addressed the class cheerily, “That’s why you can’t hold it in too long, ladies.”
            There were murmurs amongst the students questioning the way she behaved with her students. Should a teacher really be so candid about stuff like that, they pondered.
            But while the class dwelt on the teacher’s comments and resuming lesson, Chizuru was grinning like the proverbial cat who ate the canary. She even licked her lips, the situation so palpable that it was like perfume; or maybe she just believed she could taste the pesky Arisawa’s arousal on the air like a snake.
            There wasn’t the real risk of Arisawa breaking their arrangement. She had that pesky morality and vulnerable competitor’s spirit. Those ‘righteous’ traits could never hope to overcome the depraved who sought all recourse to achieve their goals. Not that this wasn’t a fair playing field; it was Arisawa who approached her to make this deal. Chizuru just seized the chance to debase the one who interfered with her torrid (and imaginary) love affair with the Venus Hime.
            No risk at all of Arisawa backing out… Even so, Chizuru could only wait a scant handful of minutes before she could not stand it any longer. “Sensei,” she called out, interrupting Ochi’s lesson on geography, “can’t I go to the restroom as well? I’ve been holding it in for so long.”
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            Tatsuki braced herself over the running sink, gripping the rim of the bowl while trying to compose herself. Damn that Chizuru all over again! She didn’t know why, thought it was stupid in hindsight, but Tatsuki had hoped that the intensity of the sex toy stuck up her snatch would subside at least a little when she gained distance from the remote controller. Instead, without the class to distract her, and with her legs moving against one another on the march to the toilets, she became almost consumed by the buzzing. Frustration and anger were no match to this feeling; it kept her arousal stoked to the point where she was saturating her panties throughout. Any longer without some toilet paper to mop it up, and the evidence of her shame would be visible from underneath her skirt.
            But she had to meditate, had to focus. If she could will herself under control before cleanup, it’d be less likely she would need to seek sanctuary here again. Her cheeks were flushed and glowing and her breathing hadn’t even out yet no matter what methods she tried. She worried that her knees, normally so sturdy, able to keep her up and ready on the dojo mat, would fold and she wind up in a sobbing mess on the floor, pulling aside her panties to relieve the pleasure stream like a dog on the floor.
            She clenched her jaw, manifested Chizuru’s smirking face in her mind, and then found the resolve to persevere! She stood up straight in front of the mirror and switched the faucet off without a hitch in her movements. Maybe a few huffs and puffs as the vibrator continued its assault, but she could steel against it!
            Just a couple of weeks!
            Sure, she was on Day One. But every championship victory began with the first win. She’d endure today, and endure tomorrow. Weekends would be iffy. If they hung out in a group, would Chizuru be able to spirit her away and shove a new toy inside of her? What else would fit?
            Just a couple of weeks…
            The championship of women’s martial arts – of Tatsuki’s age group – was in a couple of weeks, and it was in Tokyo. She’d be traveling to attend. It was a big event in her life! “There’s gonna be plenty of championships won after this,” she had boasted to her best friend, punching into her left palm, “but this is gonna be the best! It’s gonna be televised and everything!”
            Orihime was overjoyed for her friend, but when she was offered to take a seat on the plane with her, along with an all-inclusive hotel stay, she had to decline. She was kicked out of her apartment after the bizarre incident with the sumo wrestler – though Tatsuki felt like she could doubt her own memory in this case – and had to move. And the relatives supporting her weren’t happy with her to hear it. For her to be so careless during such a troublesome period, it didn’t look good. Her relatives’ confidence in her was already shaken.
            So Tatsuki couldn’t insist. Nor could she turn down the championship! Time away from Orihime shouldn’t be so bad… but for the redhead circling naïve Orihime like a redhaired shark! Without Tatsuki, Orihime had no protection whatsoever; Chizuru would strike at the first mention that the defender was gone. A shame she never went to the dojo; she had the mentality and intuition to pounce on unaware opponents.
            Tatsuki had to barter with the enemy. “I’m going to be gone for a whole week next month,” she told Chizuru when they were in private. She held up a finger to emphasize.
            “Why are you telling me this?” griped Chizuru, annoyed to have been taken around a corner of the school, losing the appealing image of Orihime eating an egg and jam sandwich. “You think I’d want to watch? I’ve already told you that it’s too masculine. I’m not interested.”
            “It’s not that,” Tatsuki snapped back, fisting the perv’s shirtfront. And in physical confrontation, of course she’d come out the better against Chizuru; Chizuru growled, but cowered. “What I’m saying is that I’m going to be gone for a while, and while I’m gone, you’d better leave Orihime alone!”
            Chizuru was rather startled by this. Really, she always intended to prey on Orihime, whether or not her guardian was protecting her. Each kick, retort, punchline or punch was well worth the bloody nose inherited after grabbing Hime’s heavenly fun bags! But that Arisawa had to pull her aside, out of fear for Orihime…! The look of surprise and confusion switched to one of devilish delight, and at that moment, Tatsuki knew she’d made a mistake.
            A mistake that Chizuru could recognize well enough that it’d be no trouble for her to remove Tatsuki’s hand from her uniform. Tatsuki was growling at her smile, but it was the desperate noises of a threatened and powerless mouse than a feisty dragon. “I see. So you want to preserve Hime’s innocence.”
            “Tch! I just don’t want you bothering her,” Tatsuki refuted instead. Chizuru’s assessment implied that it wasn’t Orihime’s safety that was a concern, but the likelihood of her corruption.
            “I don’t see why I have to listen to you,” Chizuru said smugly. It was rare for her to have the upper hand like this. She waved a hand nonchalantly as if Tatsuki’s words were pestering flies. “If you’re going to be gone, Hime is fair game…”
            At once, Tatsuki doubled-up her possession of Chizuru’s blouse, fisting it in both hands and yanking her close to her gnashing teeth. “How about I put you in a full-body cast?! Then you won’t be able to bother her for months!!”
            A threat she could back up, if she had nothing to lose. But she’d already laid her hand on the table, and Chizuru was calling the bluff. “You could do that,” she agreed with an obvious air of authority, “but, aside from the dream of Hime visiting me daily to feed me from her hand and reaching over my face to grab something from the table next to me, rubbing those two dynamite damsels in my face…!” She swooned while Tatsuki flinched, catching second-hand fantasy from how vivid Chizuru’s were in that moment. Then Chizuru collected herself to make her bid. “You’ll be disqualified from the competition for unsportsmanlike behavior. Maybe expelled.”
            The fists clenched harder in her shirt, but Chizuru didn’t retract her words. She was right. It was fair play when Chizuru molested Orihime and Tatsuki came to the rescue – depending on whose side you were on – but this was different. This was punishment before the (inevitable) crime.
            It visibly pained Tatsuki to let go, but there was no other choice. She backed up, giving Chizuru some security in space to fix and straighten her bowtie, shirt and skirt. She did so with pompous grace. Tatsuki’s eye ticked at her gestations.
            “Now, Arisawa,” began Chizuru after a moment, pumping out her hips to one side and folding her arms. The grin warned Tatsuki of her wicked intentions. “What are you willing to trade for Orihime while you’re away?”
            She knew it. Tatsuki knew it was a mistake, but she had thought she could nip this in the bud, bring a frost to Chizuru’s perpetual full bloom. She trembled with a nervous sound, again performing like an animal that was all bark and no bite. Her eyes darted around the corner, to where Orihime was laughing in conversation with Mahana, Ryo, Michiru and that Kuchiki girl. Did she have time to negotiate with a pervert? Was she ready for it?
            Smartly – which it seemed at the time – she said, “We’ll discuss it after school.”
            “Of course!” cheered Chizuru, who seemed to have already secretly made up her mind on what she wanted. “We’ll arrange it at your place.” Just as Tatsuki began to bristle and prepared to tell her not to make decisions for her, she swept forward, leaning into Tatsuki and tickling her jaw with the backs of her feathery fingernails. “You may be rather butch, but how about we seal it with a kiss anyway?”
            One last punch was permittable, right?
            “Kiss this!”
            Regardless of her apprehension and the icepack needed for Chizuru’s cheek to reduce the swelling, Tatsuki was talked into going to her house to barter. She was honestly in no position to debate. Her parents were away – a common occurrence – so there was no pushback at the threshold beyond Tatsuki warning her to behave herself. “My drawers are off limits,” she added after unlocking and opening the front door. But Chizuru maintained that her trophy room was reserved for buxom beauties, not butch babes who were barely passable.
            Tatsuki turned away, shaking with fury and a fist that needed to be thrown.
            “Now,” chirped Chizuru, making herself rather comfortable by closing and locking the front door herself, taking off her shoes, and bypassing the rage-stagnant Tatsuki, “let’s get to your room and discuss the details.”
            Details? There should be no details! Chizuru should just learn her place, soak in an ice bath before and after seeing Orihime, and let that be that. Tatsuki even told her so when they were in the room, but Chizuru only listened with bored attention. Her eyes and frown drooped displeasingly. Again, Tatsuki was ready to cock her fist, but continued to plead her case from a rational standpoint. “Just,” expressed the exasperated girl, “do me this favor and give Orihime her space! I won’t even hit you as hard anymore!” She’d check a few ounces of power per second.
            Chizuru remained unmoved and bored by the speech. “Would you ask people not to pray in the presence of a goddess, Arisawa?” she drawled, now sharing her own view of the situation. “Hime begs to be worshipped! You are the one who isn’t doing her any favors!”
            “What’s that?!” Tatsuki snapped with teeth grinding.
            “You’re standing in the way of righteous ovations!” Chizuru hit back, unafraid and also grinding her teeth.
            They’d get nowhere; they’d be right back to where they started, and that was fine by Chizuru by all means. She’d just have to put up with Tatsuki’s irritating interferences for two more weeks, and then have a whole week of pawing, plushing, nursing, begging, whipping…!
            “Fine then.” Tatsuki quashed her pride, knowing what Chizuru knew. It pained her, but she had to appease Chizuru rather than pain her. Even if she got away with putting Chizuru in the hospital for a week, all it would take was a phone call, and Orihime would be in that room at her bedside all week as well. “How about”—Tatsuki looked to the side with a slight pout—“I take care of your school chores after the break?”
            Chizuru slumped in her seat, entirely unimpressed by the offer. “I don’t mind school chores.” She salivated, her glasses glaring wickedly. “Especially when it locks an innocent, sweet girl in a room with me.”
            The idea repulsed Tatsuki. What was it: cleanup time or a torture chamber?
            “Then,” Tatsuki hurried with the next idea, “snacks!”
            “Hime is always generous enough to share~”
            “Dammit! I’ll let you copy my homework!”
            Chizuru looked like she might yawn.
            Her stubbornness was getting the better of Tatsuki. She was getting closer and closer to pulling her hair out and stomping around her room; she might even pick up her bed and squash Chizuru under it! That’d take care of everything!
            “Then what do you want?! I’ll do anything to keep you off of Orihime!”
            At this, Chizuru finally showed some interest, like she had been waiting for this proposition all along. “I thought you’d never ask!” She picked up her schoolbag and went through it fervently. Oh yes, she had an idea in mind. Tatsuki might have been a bit too brazen and general with her words.
            “Ta-daa~”
            An unfamiliar product… yet Tatsuki could already sense its lewdness. A device so small and pink without a face was usually suspect. A small plastic oval a little bigger than her thumb was held up in Chizuru’s left hand, and a wire connected it to the little pink box in her right. The wire was not very long, not permitting long range use.
            There was an idea… Tatsuki hesitated to ask. “Wha-what is it?”
            “It’s for you~♪” Chizuru sang.
            “For-for me?” Tatsuki’s throat clutched.
            Lowering the device, Chizuru explained, “It’s what you’ll have to use until you go on your trip…”
            “But what is it?” Tatsuki blurted, needing to confirm what she knew it was.
            “Huh? It’s a vibrator, of course.”
            Of course. Tatsuki felt like the floorboards had jerked forward under her, her balance had been challenged so suddenly. She stepped broadly in two directions to keep herself up. And once she got over the abrupt vertigo, she asked the next obvious question: “What are you doing with that at school?!” She wasn’t even violently angry at this; just overcome with shock!
            The oval part was dropped and dangled side to side as Chizuru leaned, looking unimpressed with Tatsuki’s imagination. “For just such an occasion as this.”
            The answer reddened Tatsuki’s face. There were all sorts of suckers and gullible fools at the school… yet she was the one snared in Chizuru’s trap. There’s no way! she wanted to shout, and then show Chizuru out the door… or through it.
            “If you say no,” Chizuru continued, predicting what was on Tatsuki’s mind, “then all bets are off, and Orihime is fair game. Ahh~♥” She clasped her hands dreamily. “I hope you say no~♥”
            She meant it too. This wasn’t some bluff. If there was a chance for Open Season on Orihime’s big, bouncy boobs, Chizuru would be the first to get a license and would do all in her power to keep others away. Tatsuki would come back from the tournament to find Orihime’s chest covered in handprints and possibly lipstick. Worse part would be how Orihime would say she and Chizuru had lots of fun.
            Tatsuki wouldn’t say she was overly sexual… but she was. She had those daydreams, had a couple ‘could have happened’ moments with Ichigo when they were hanging out in his room, and she would say that she regretted not going for it. Well, he was off-limits, no matter how many times Orihime insisted that the girls should band together and overwhelm him.
            So, with Chizuru’s ultimatum in play, Tatsuki had to levy the situation: debase herself to masturbate for Chizuru’s twisted pleasure, or leave Orihime… for Chizuru’s twisted pleasure. The choice was terribly obvious.
            Tatsuki sneered at the vibrator; Chizuru held it out for her to get a better look at it. No bigger than her fingers… and those did the job well enough. “So… that’s for me?”
            “That’s right! But this”—Chizuru reached into her bag again to bring out a plastic pink rectangle that could easily be hidden in her fist. It had a dial – its only feature – that went from 0 to 10; it was currently at 0—“this is for me.” For demonstration, as Tatsuki had clearly not seen a sex toy up close before – poor prude, Chizuru lamented – she switched the switch to ON at the wire-connected box, and then sped the dial of the remote to 5; loud enough to hear, intense enough to make Tatsuki wonder how badly it rattled at 10.
            “And-and you want me to use that—gulp!—now?” Tatsuki was grateful and saddened that her parents weren’t home. They’d provide her and out, but she also thought of how awkward it would be with them walking around the house while this discussion was going on.
            “No,” laughed Chizuru. “We’ll fix you up with it at school tomorrow! Today is prepping day!”
            She sounded so joyful, but Tatsuki knew it was more sinister than what others would believe. “What’s that mean?”
            Once again, Chizuru took on the role of master of the house, standing up and – thankfully – leaving the pink toys on Tatsuki’s study desk. “Come with me,” she said; Tatsuki felt compelled to leave her hand in Chizuru’s when it was taken. They left the room. Chizuru had not been here often – less often, if Tatsuki could have helped it – but she remembered her way to the bathroom. She led Tatsuki in and closed and locked the door like they weren’t in an empty house already. Then she faced the karate student and simply said: “Strip.”
            “Are you nuts?!” Tatsuki barked, and Chizuru kept her trump card handy, saying it as though a mere thought, “Oh, are you saying no? I guess I could leave, Arisawa~”
            Damn you! Tatsuki shook as if buffeted by blistery cold winds. It wasn’t that much of a problem. They’d undressed in each other’s company before. Rather, she had; Chizuru was always much too distracted by their curvaceous peers to keep pace at undressing herself. “What about you?” Tatsuki grumbled, noting that Chizuru was just enjoying the show of her unbuttoning her blouse.
            Chizuru winked in return, holding up a finger in reproach. “Not yet~♥” she sang. A forewarning, but Tatsuki would dwell on the here and now. Her tie set aside, followed by her blouse. Skirt went after that, and then she rolled off her socks. Before going to her underwear – a cute if not modest set of white bra and matching panties with a ribbon in front – she glowered at Chizuru. The perv was still just watching her with satisfaction. Tatsuki wanted her to say something, make some comment that might break her senses and make the hard decision for her: the decision to knock her lights out.
            Nothing came. At least, not under Tatsuki surrendered her bra, her full and plump C-cup breasts slumping out of their comfort to face Chizuru with flat and broad brownish nipples. “It’s such a shame, Arisawa.” Chizuru really did sound disappointed. “Such a lovely body, but with such a butch personality.”
            I’ll show you butch, Tatsuki mentally griped, but didn’t do anything about it. Chizuru’s favorite thing about women seemed to be their bust. So maybe this was the worst Tatsuki would have to face. She lowered and brought the panties down. All women were mostly the same down there, after all. Yet the moment her mound was exposed, Chizuru clicked her tongue in disapproval. “I thought so. We’ll have to do something about that.”
            “Do something about what?” fussed Tatsuki, smacking her panties down in the pile and standing rigid. Let her be objectified; Tatsuki was proud of the body she’d honed! If she could get a dimwit like Ichigo to glance at her figure, she was doing more than alright in her appearance. She was lithe but sturdy! Shoulders square but petite, no veiny muscles with a very slight distinction of abs; a healthy bust that stayed firm on her chest with just enough weight to catch anyone smart enough to look; flared hips, taut but round buttocks, long smooth legs, and a short patch of dark hair warming her womanhood.
            But it was that short patch that Chizuru was scrutinizing. She pointed at it directly. “That needs to go,” she said firmly.
            Insecurely, Tatsuki pulled her thighs against one another. She’d never had anyone point out her bush, let alone say anything was wrong with it. In fact, she thought she managed it quite well! She trimmed it and kept it from going wild, maintaining it to a modest box around her vulva. She thought it gave her a look of maturity! And now Chizuru was saying for her to get rid of it?!
            Tatsuki almost slipped and said “No” outright, which of course would make Chizuru dangle the offer in the air. Instead, she asked, “Why?”
            “I want it to be a smooth insertion,” Chizuru explained, though looked like she thought she shouldn’t have to. “Wouldn’t you want it to be? Not to mention…” She took a few bold steps forward. Maybe Tatsuki didn’t believe that she’d risk it, but she stayed where she was and found Chizuru cupping her furry mound. Rather than retort with some backlash, Tatsuki gasped and caught her heart in her throat. “… it’ll look cuter.”
            Tatsuki still wasn’t sure. Chizuru was at least kind enough to give her a moment to mull it over. It wasn’t that big of a deal, Tatsuki decided, and with some time, it’d grow back and she could style it back to her liking! “Fine,” she answered with an eyeroll. She’d get it done tonight.
            “That’s wonderful! Who knew you could be so reasonable, Arisawa-chan?”
            Tatsuki’s eye ticked.
            “Now! Where’s the razor and shaving cream?!”
            “… Huh?” Tatsuki’s posture slumped… a complimenting wobble from her breasts.
            Chizuru, already scouring the bathroom, through lotions and shampoos, looked at her with a smile and said, “I told you: today is prepping day! Aha!” She discovered the feminine shaving cream alongside a fresh razor; hidden behind the more contemporary toiletries.
            “You-you can’t be serious,” stammered Tatsuki, losing her cool. “I’ll do it tonight! You can”—She could hardly believe these words were coming out of her mouth, she stumbled on them—“you can check tomorrow!”
            Chizuru was already fluttering across the room to turn on the bath water. No shower; that would require her getting undressed too. “No! We can do it right now! I’m here to help, Arisawa-chan!”
            Tatsuki’s teeth chattered with anxiety. Then she harrumphed. Get it over with, she told herself, and then said out loud, “Stop calling me that.”
            She felt like a dog… a beaten dog to have gone in the bath as commanded, and to have Chizuru say “Good girl” while bringing handfuls of water up to douse her pubic mound. Tatsuki was tense at first, fully expecting some funny business – beyond what was already ludicrous about this situation – but Chizuru was rather… tame, humming to herself as she wettened Tatsuki’s crotch.
            It wasn’t completely simple, of course. When Tatsuki first lowered, she instinctively kept her knees locked, even when Chizuru patted and commanded that they opened. “Don’t act like I can just do it that easily!” Tatsuki had to take a few deep breaths before her legs opened like the wings of a butterfly finally emerging from its chrysalis. At least Chizuru gave some reverence to the spectacle. Tatsuki had always figured she’d be more the type to dive in while exclaiming “Thanks for the meal!!”
            She flinched when the warming water came up to her groin. Chizuru didn’t just let it trickle down on her; she flat-out slapped it – not hard – against the pubic hair. Again and again, making her wet from front to back, from thighs to knees. Tatsuki had tried to take a more conservative stance, but when she came up, Chizuru pressed on her shoulder, eased her back and assured her that she was more than willing to help.
            The water was turned off. The shaving cream was dispensed. The cream was applied. Chizuru was still humming. When the fluff was patted gently on her crotch, Tatsuki reflexively jolted, hands fisting and toes curling. It was normally her hands in that area, exploring her delicate and plumped-out folds, tickling her nub and imitating what she thought a cock could do in that region. This… wasn’t sexual. She wanted to believe that, and Chizuru’s countenance made it seem that she wasn’t getting off on smearing her dark pubic hair with scented lotion. So Tatsuki just had to get familiar with the feeling, let Chizuru do as she pleased – she hated allowing that – and mentally prepare herself for tomorrow.
            Admittedly, Chizuru – who was leaning into the tub from the outside – was proving quite adept at this process. If Tatsuki could just relax, close her eyes, and imagine herself at a spa, she could actually believe she was being pampered rather than violated. Involuntarily, her legs parted more by the merest nudge of Chizuru’s hand. Then the spigot came back on; only briefly to wash the excess foam from Chizuru’s hand.
            “There now,” Tatsuki heard her whisper. Again, her thigh was pushed away, and she obliged, but held her breath expectantly. The smooth scrape of a clean razor mowing out a swath of thick hair, followed by the fresh breeze against uncovered parts. Tatsuki had to try not to moan with the second, perfect etch through her refined pubes. A simple shave; it should not be erotic. It was probably just Tatsuki’s nerves. She’d been all aflutter all day, and this was extreme relaxation. She could almost forget that it was an irredeemable pervert doing this to her.
            I might be a pervert too… The echoing thought lingered, but she tried to ignore it and refute it had ever crossed her mind. Her regretting passing those times on Ichigo was typical behavior of a teenage girl! It didn’t make her a pervert.
            “Ah!” She couldn’t help the sound when Chizuru suddenly rushed one of her legs up, needing to get to every nook and cranny to leave a bald mound. For the first time since the blade touched her skin, Tatsuki opened her eyes and looked. What a sight, to see the lecherous lesbian poring over her pubes with such delighted deviance. She didn’t look up from Tatsuki’s vagina; like a painter from her canvas when the muse takes her, though her brush took away with each stroke.
            She slumped deeper into the tub to chase the tighter angle of Tatsuki’s crotch. She even shoved at the legs’ backs and then told Tatsuki, “Hold them.” Tatsuki had imagined this position before; straight legs, hugging them to her breast, giving Ichigo free range to pound his cock in and out of her. She wordlessly obeyed Chizuru and hugged her legs. Maybe their interference would stifle the sudden heaving of her breaths.
            She couldn’t see Chizuru now; not her face and hands, anyway. But she felt them; the fingers gliding against her folds – they were engorging now – brushing her clitoris on accident, shifting and tightening the skin to make the defining cuts. She could feel Chizuru’s eyes, too; grazing over her, pretending not to be entranced by a delightful quim right in front of her. And all the while, Tatsuki was trying not to pant like a bitch in heat. When Chizuru planted a finger close to her labia, Tatsuki had the urge to thrust her hips at her, cause a slip that might slight that finger into her. Just to feel what another’s intimate touch was like. But before that feeling became too strong, her pride would rear and force her steady. She could fuck her fingers… but only after Chizuru was gone, and only to fantasies not involving her!
            “All done!”
            Ten minutes? Chizuru was thorough, but it was all over in ten minutes! Yet for Tatsuki, it felt like she’d been burning for any hour. The moment Chizuru retracted – turning on the water to rinse away the hair – Tatsuki unfolded, relaxing with panting gasps and opened legs. Opened legs… She had to look, see what all the fuss was about.
            Chizuru… was right. It looked so different, and yet it was still her. But without the coarse curls, it looked neater and – her finger touched – felt amazing! The only caveat was how exposed her arousal was by her pert clitty and flaring lips. Chizuru didn’t notice; at least, she didn’t act like she did.
            “See? Doesn’t it look so much cuter now?” Chizuru gushed, splashing some water on it, cleaning it, rubbing it. “Ah~ I’m almost jealous, mademoiselle.” The flattery ended when she bowed in and gave her work a full-lipped kiss; above the clit, almost innocent.
            Tatsuki wouldn’t act like she agreed, even if she did. “Whatever,” she said snidely and then closed up her legs. For the first time, she noticed that her nipples were traitors too and had puckered in vie for attention. As subtle as she could, she hid them behind her arm while making to stand up and enjoy her freshly shorn pussy.
            Chizuru clapped her hands together, stepping back to admire her handicraft. Uryu probably couldn’t have done a better job with his nimble fingers! And that was saying something! “It looks perfect!”
            Unless it involved martial arts, Tatsuki wasn’t used to getting such praise. She didn’t want it; not now anyway. Her pussy was throbbing, and whether Chizuru wanted to acknowledge and address that or not, she needed to! So she stood there, let Chizuru fawn over this special haircut, and then asked what was next. She had an idea.
            “I’ll see you at school tomorrow” was Chizuru’s abrupt answer, like she hadn’t just dropped a crushing weight of disappointment on Tatsuki’s head. “I can grab my things. Don’t worry! I’ll have everything ready for you before class starts!”
            “W-wait! That’s it?!”
            Chizuru was halfway out of the restroom when she turned, perplexed. “Yeah. I thought you’d want to shower after that.”
            Tatsuki stumbled. “W-well, yeah, but…!”
            “Okay, then!” Chizuru waved. “Tomorrow!”
            Tatsuki was left flabbergasted in the bathroom, where it seemed even a cold wind could blow. She heard Chizuru climb the stairs for her things left in Tatsuki’s room, then leave after one more “Tomorrow!”
            “Dammit,” Tatsuki cursed when she came back to her senses, ruffling her wild hair. Then she opened her eyes to stare at where there was none…
            She made good use of her newly-styled pussy that night. She showered twice: once after the shave – which didn’t have sexual consequences – and then after petting her smooth mound to explosive and wet effect. She couldn’t recall cumming like that before! On her back, arching her butt high off the bed, mouth wide in a voiceless shriek, eyes wide but blind! Her pussy convulsed and squirted indecently over her fresh covers. She took a shower while her bedding tumbled in the wash.
            Last night was just a fluke, she told herself in the morning, facing the mirror while brushing her teeth. She just lost control because she was under a lot of pressure. Dealing with Chizuru and worrying about Orihime, prepping for a championship, putting lotion on her pubis to avoid new discomforts. She needed an orgasm, and it wasn’t Chizuru’s accomplishment at all.
            In fact, walking to school, meeting with Orihime as usual, she had just about gotten over the whole issue. Until it turned out that Chizuru was waiting at the front gate… Normally, such a custom would result in her dashing for Orihime and begging to sample the toothpaste she used. Today, it was “Arisawa-chan~!”
            Even Orihime noticed this strange turn of events, though she was not as shocked as Tatsuki. “Chizuru-chan is calling you…”
            “Right, right! I forgot that she lent me a book last night, and I needed to give it back to her!” Tatsuki jabbered in such a rush that she could barely understand her own words. “So I’ll hurry over and pass it off!” She then took off and grabbed Chizuru’s hand, pulling her along. “Damn you, what are you doing making such a scene in front of everyone like that?!”
            Chizuru struggled to keep pace. “You’re the one making a scene.” She blushed and coddled a cheek with her free hand. “Don’t tell me this is the part where the wayward prince steals the princess away for hot steamy…?!”
            “Cool down!” Tatsuki snarled, coming to an abrupt stop when they reached the barren gymnasium. She composed herself, let Chizuru do the same, and looked around. There were some students, but they were preoccupied in their own conversations and wouldn’t pay heed to two girls arguing about sports.
            Tatsuki was flushed when she looked back at Chizuru. She knew exactly what this was about, and now she had to get it over with. Chizuru didn’t speak, just eyed her and waited. Again, such a frustrating girl! “Well?” grumbled Tatsuki, trying to seem more tough than weak with her eyebrows furrowed. “What happens now?”
            Chizuru chortled cockily. She’d been waiting, but was patient. “Lift up your skirt.” Then she brought her bag in front of her and went through it just like yesterday.
            “Seriously?” All it’d take was one glance in their direction, and she’d be caught. But Chizuru wasn’t flexible in this order. So Tatsuki, remembering the bargain, plucked up the front of her skirt, just barely showing off the crotch of her panties – same ones as always, as Chizuru gave no specifications – and told the pervert to hurry up.
            Chizuru wasn’t afraid of prying eyes. That always increased the thrill and the fun! She knelt down, balancing on the balls of her feet while hiking the skirt higher up, much to Tatsuki’s objection. “So pretty,” Chizuru said, and then hooked a finger under the crotch, “but not as much as… this.”
            “Just… do it fast so we can get this over with.” Tatsuki wouldn’t hold back. She’d let herself cum fast, amuse Chizuru for the day, and then go through another day of school.
            “Oh, you’re wrong.” Chizuru looked up deviously. She flicked on the vibrator and turned the dial to 3. “This stays on you all day.”
            Tatsuki blanched.
            “And you can’t take it out. If you take it out”—She paused to suck on the vibrating egg, drenching it in her saliva—“the deal’s off, and Orihime is mine for a whole week.” She floated the toy near Tatsuki’s quim. She said with soft purpose, all evil intent, “Do you know how much I could corrupt her in a week?”
            Something about that – the tone, the look, the atmosphere – it made Tatsuki gasp even before the oval started vibrating at the outer lips. Her stance shuddered, but she managed to hold firm as Chizuru pressed it into her. She was a virgin, but the hymen had been erased long ago. By her active sports life, not by her own hand or any other’s. So aside from her virgin tightness, there wasn’t much of a hitch against the trembling intrusion.
            “There we go,” Chizuru said after planting it an extra inch up Tatsuki’s snatch. She smiled. “See how easy that was?”
            Because of your spit… and me…
            Tatsuki’s stomach twisted over and over itself in restless knots. She could feel the soft vibrations against her walls. Normally, with her fingers, they’d just get passing strokes; never this deep! The sensation was overwhelming, though Tatsuki fought against letting it show. It was like yesterday in the bathtub. And like yesterday, when Chizuru seemed finished with her objective, she looked herself over. “How…” She was interrupted by her own grimace. “How am I supposed to… get around and…uhn… act normal when that’s hanging out of me?”
            “That’s what this is for!” Chizuru thought of everything, now tussling a lacy garter around her index finger. “Here! Let me help~”
            “You’ve done enough,” Tatsuki complained, yet grabbed onto Chizuru’s shoulder for support. Again, her skirt was raised, this time for Chizuru to get access to her thigh. The mini-belt was strapped on; tight enough to stay put, loose enough to allow room to holster the battery box.
            Tatsuki looked around, fearful that the other students’ convos might have run their course and that two girls messing around at the gym were more interesting to watch and gossip about.
            Chizuru came through in a clutch! The groupings were just beginning to part ways when she bounced up and said, “You’re all set!”
            The vibrating continued to churn her nerves; Tatsuki could barely stand up straight. Scowling with twitching lips, eyebrows, and eyes, she mumbled, “What am I supposed to do now?”
            Chizuru spun her around, pushed her onward with a firm spank on her behind, and said, “Have a great day!”
            A great day…
            Looking in the mirror of the bathroom, causing a disturbance in class, hardly able to stand on her own two feet after several hours of constant buzzing on her nubile insides! Tatsuki hoped Chizuru would choke on those words. But for now, she needed to clean up. Day One was halfway over. Surely the second half would not be so bad. And would she need to take the vibrator home with her? Keep it inside of her? She could imagine how quickly it’d help her cum if she was forced to.
            A couple of layers of toilet paper wrapped around her hand to dab away the wetness. Muttering curses and complaining about her devotion to Orihime, she wiped away her arousal. She was in the stall, the door halfway closed behind her; no one would see what she was doing, so she wasn’t entirely concerned with the sound of the restroom door being pushed open.
            But it became her concern when she realized who had just joined her in the restroom; in the same toilet stall. Chizuru piled in from behind, charging Tatsuki forward – “Hey! What are you doing?!” – so that the stall could be closed and locked.
            “Just making sure you’re not breaking the rules,” Chizuru teased, looking down at the wadded toilet paper.
            The accusation made Tatsuki angrier. “I’m not!” She blatantly pulled up her skirt to prove it by the little wire still traveling up behind her panties. Her very wet panties, Chizuru observed with a glint at the corner of her glasses. “I just needed to… clean up.” It may have felt good, but Tatsuki would attest that pubic hair might have sponged up arousal, preventing a free flow like what she was experiencing now. “Any longer and I’d leave a puddle in my seat.”
            “Oh, Arisawa-chan,” Chizuru gushed, cupping her chin and coming in close proximity. Tatsuki might be likely to bite. “I’d happily clean up your mess for you. Here, allow me.”
            “No way! I’ll do it myselfffuh~!” She hadn’t expected this. When Chizuru went down, she expected her to catch some toilet paper and make a show of cleaning the dripping cunt. Instead, Chizuru leaned in with her mouth and licked. Licked thighs first, where it was sticky and glazed with Tatsuki’s essence. The vibrator had left all of Tatsuki receptive to stimulus. Those gentle licks were intense! Tatsuki sounded more worried than offended as she weakly pushed against the redhead’s shoulders; she couldn’t do anything to stop her from advancing under her skirt. “S-stop!” she slurred. “Wait!”
            Too late now. In impatience, Chizuru nearly ripped the crotch of her panties off to get to the melty delight beneath. This time, fresh air chased by hot breath, Tatsuki didn’t – or couldn’t – say anything. She just held her breath, maintained a face of shock, and kept eye contact with Chizuru. Chizuru and that daring tongue reaching up, teasingly slow to her quim. Chizuru had pushed her skirt up, but it was Tatsuki now who held it flat to her stomach, needing to watch her cute pussy get eaten out for the first time. Not Ichigo and not – on rarer occasions – Orihime, like she’d fantasized! Her most hated enemy! Her legs shuffled apart to allow room.
            The door swung open again. “Ch-Chizuru-chan? Tatsuki-chan?”
            Michiru? Tatsuki inhaled deep. She’d almost cried out to Chizuru something that she’d regret. Her eyes narrowed at this interruption. Dammit.
            “I’m here, Michiru-chan,” Chizuru answered. She had to improvise, and she was good at it. She moved away from her potential meal, directing Tatsuki around, switching places. Chizuru plopped down on the toilet seat, and grabbing handfuls of Tatsuki butt, pulled her onto her lap. Tatsuki, having very little sense at the moment, could only obey, catching Chizuru’s shoulders for balance, straddling her waist to elevate her feet from being seen from underneath the door. Flattening her crotch on Chizuru’s, she gave a sharp gasp that earned a very sharp grin from the pervert.
            “Oh,” came Michiru’s voice from outside. She was ambling through, coming around to occupy the stall next to theirs. “I thought Tatsuki-chan would be here too.”
            “I passed her on the way,” Chizuru lied, still hoisting the girl of topic on her lap, trying to grind her best as she could. Tatsuki grit her teeth, refusing to make a noise. “I think she was going to the nurse’s office after all.”
            “Oh,” Michiru said again, followed by a steady tinkle. It was a hard, silent moment for Tatsuki to get through without making a sound. And Chizuru only made it worse. The dial was still in her hand, and there were still three speeds to go. She passed them and shot straight up to 10. The buzz in her muff couldn’t be stifled by her body! She stuffed her bowtie in her mouth, bit down hard, and did her best to keep from screaming. She clawed Chizuru’s shoulders, vowing vengeance for this. A small price for Chizuru to pay to see Arisawa so flustered. She stuck a hand between them, getting up to Tatsuki’s snatch and rubbing at her clit. Wasn’t she afraid of Tatsuki soiling her skirt?!
            “What’s that noise?” Michiru asked to the sudden buzzing in Chizuru’s stall.
            “My cellphone.” Chizuru was fast at that. She didn’t even have a phone. “But I don’t want to answer it right now. And I don’t want to risk pressing the wrong button.” She thumbed Tatsuki’s clit.
            Tatsuki’s surrendered whimper of pleasure was drowned out by the swirling toilet next to them. Michiru was leaving. “I saw you and Tatsuki-chan go to the restroom. Um, I was worried that I was holding it too long.”
            “Of course,” chimed Chizuru, pressing flat on Tatsuki’s aroused clit. “But you’d look so cute, fidgeting and blushing~”
            Michiru made a noise, something like she wanted to respond politely, but couldn’t think of it. Instead, she just said “Um, goodbye” and hurried out.
            The second they were alone again, Tatsuki spat out her bowtie, gasped heavily, and began moaning. “What-what are you thinking?! Uhn! You’re—ah!—despicable!”
            Chizuru just smirked and pushed her back up to her feet. Tatsuki wobbled and relied on her to steady her. She was turned around, thrown against the door, crowded from behind so that Chizuru’s pelvis was against her rump. “You wanted this, didn’t you? So stop complaining”—Her hand plunged under Tatsuki’s skirt and bypassed the panties, which had become more of a wad of arousal-soaked cotton—“and let me finish you.”
            Tatsuki couldn’t object. The buzzing was jarring her to her very core, and all the molesting and excitement…! She’d be in even worse shape if she went to class like this! She bucked her hips, churning her backside into Chizuru’s front, and Chizuru reciprocated with pumping thrusts while still keeping her fingers diligent on Tatsuki’s cunt.
            Seething, Tatsuki announced as her pelvis bowled forward, “I’m cumming…!” Last night was not like this. Last night, she thought she’d see the end of space in her climax. But Chizuru, right now, in the Karakura High schoolgirls’ restroom, exposed her to the possibilities of another dimension of pleasure! She shook so hard that the stall door rattled. Chizuru angled her to direct her spurting stream on the floor rather than back at her, but her hand still remained during the torrent. “Dammit!” Tatsuki beat her fist hard on the door and pushed her hips again to the rhythm of Chizuru’s stroking digits. “Dammit!!” she swore louder with another beat.
            Very intuitive to a woman’s body, Chizuru knew just when to still her hand and let Tatsuki descend on a cloud of euphoria. She did it so perfectly that Tatsuki even lost a smile of rapture in her settling breath. Slowly, she took her soaked hand away from Tatsuki’s convulsing quim; the egg inside would have a tough time falling out now with all the muscle density clutching it. She observed the creamy moisture with a look of victory. “Remember, this is only Day One, Arisawa-chan~ I hope you’re prepared~”
            Tatsuki leaned and gave her room to crack the stall door open, slip outside, and wash up. All the while, she was humming much like Orihime did when conjuring a new song. What was going on in her mind?
            Tatsuki was glad to be given reprieve in solitude as Chizuru tauntingly said that she’d see her back in class. The dial was turned down to a manageable 2, but unless she calmed down and her lust abated, 2 would be enough to send her right back here.
            But the thing that really stuck in her mind, what really made her take pause even after the orgasm had gone and she was embarrassedly cleaning up the wet mess on the floor…
            She was certain she felt a bulge when straddling Chizuru’s lap.
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