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By : c0p13r
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“So tell us about him!”
“Hm? Who?” said the half-distracted Quincy.
The friends were not fooled. Kanan rounded sharply to shove a finger right in Masaki’s face. “That boy!” She blocked the path to school, unwilling to move until Masaki – the clique’s prude – handed over the juicy gossip. “You told us that you found him and took him home!”
“Oh!” Masaki threw a hand back in an awkward gesture. “Um, well, I found out that his name is Ichigo.”
The two other girls kept paused, leaning and waiting for something else, something tastier and dirtier than knowing his name. He was an opposite of the delicious Ryuken-type; delinquent-looking with a hard scowl but tender eyes, tall and lean too, yet his mannerism was awkward and stutteringly-polite. Shiho did not try to presume anything of the relationship, but Kanan’s influence was infectious; she got Shiho’s suspicions and intrigue on board.
Masaki cowed a bit under the pressure of their intense curiosity. “Really, there’s nothing to say,” she professed.
Her thighs squeezed tight together when she felt the morning’s load of semen steadily ooze from her snatch. She didn’t trust the reliability of her panties, already saturated after she had hastily pulled them on post-coitus. Ichigo hadn’t even caught his breath by the time she was waving goodbye and hurrying to school.
Does he go to school? she suddenly wondered, putting her finger to her chin and looking up in thought.
“Hey! Don’t go getting lost in thought again!”
Her musings broke apart when Kanan snapped insistently in her face. She then realized that both Kanan and Shiho were still waiting for an answer. Kanan pressed again with no manner of subtlety. “Has he made a move on you yet or not?”
“No, no! He’s not like that!” Masaki said, feeling good about saying something true in regards to Ichigo. He certainly hadn’t made any moves on her; it was all her, really, spurring them into fits of passion no matter how often he seemed put off. He always reared out of his pants and underwear, after all. In the few days knowing him, she had bore him inside her perhaps five or six times. Today would make the seventh,she recorded on her fingers.
She liked it! What could she say?! He was impressively endowed, though modest about it, and he thirsted for her breasts like a babe. He hadn’t left her unsatisfied thus far, always going above and beyond to make her smile. The way he held her down and stared into her eyes when he came inside her – when he had her beneath him instead of rutting her from behind – it was intense…
“Fine!” Kanan threw up her hands, sighing aggressively as she spun away and stormed down the way to school. “Keep your secrets! But if that’s the way it’s going to be, I’ll meet him myself, and then ask him!”
Shiho grinned warmly at Masaki, a nice balance to the cold shoulder Kanan offered. “I wouldn’t mind meeting him as well,” she said all the same, and Masaki felt that all she could do was tuck her chin and say that’d be nice.
Anything to get moving to the school’s bathroom and mop up the cum running down her legs…
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Ichigo wasn’t at all comfortable with this… With any of this! He wasn’t a homemaker; Yuzu was. She would do better here, as one of the Gemischt Quincies, unsuited to live the finer life of Ryuken, his mother… and Kurosaki Masaki.
He couldn’t be here with the staff, doing these mundane things! Urahara-san! I’ve got to find him! Ichigo looked over to the nearest window, which was little more than a slit of pane and light. He couldn’t fit through there, and when he had once tried to make an escape, Katagiri-san refuted his flight. For such a downtrodden, sad-seeming woman, she was gifted with the Hirenkyaku. With his underdeveloped Fullbring training – he mastered the power, but not the movement – he was no match and was backhanded to the floor.
“We serve at the convenience of the Master and Lady of the Uryu household,” she had said strictly, and then ordered him back to his feet to fold more sheets.
And many sheets there were… And white. So very much white that it started to hurt his eyes. Everything was orderly, and each serving Quincy looked miserable. But don’t cross Auntie’s path, Masaki had warned, holding up a finger for emphasis.
Ishida’s grandma, Ichigo thought while rolling one corner over to another, making a tight rectangle of folded cloth from the newly-washed sheets. All while he kept to his chores and deliberated how to escape, his ears burned. The other mixed-bloods were talking about him, and not too discretely. The girls seemed to fuss about him, giggling and stealing glances at him. New meat, and one that did not seem broken like the other male Quincies in servitude.
What did it matter? Gotta find Urahara-san. He was in the human world at this time, banished – or fled – from the Soul Society, and his mind should still be sharp as ever. Ichigo just dreaded the cost of relying on the tricky shopkeeper.
His head turned when another burst into the room, and immediately, he spun back around and fussed with the same sheet to seem distracted. Best to not risk eye contact with the Auntie Masaki had warned him about. The woman, like her future son, did not have a pleasant aura. Her eyes disdained everything that was caught in her sight, which included her staff. Yet despite this odious atmosphere, Katagiri was not shy to make it to her side, requesting anything to make the lady of the house happy. Ishida Ida furrowed her eyebrows at the lot of them, no single Gemischt standing above another.
Ichigo would have been fine to stay in that group, even if he saw more merit in her helpers than she did. Maybe they were a cynical lot, but that seemed to be an collective trait of Quincies…
He’d blend in as long as need be to get home… but then Ida said loudly to Katagiri, “Bring me the new one!”
Ichigo registered those words a moment before Katagiri came to his side and ushered him along with a firm “Please follow me.” He gulped and followed her across the room of still, bowing bodies of white. And he was presented to Ida, who did not change her look from her earlier scorn.
“Hmph!” she started with, and then grabbed his chin, forcing his head left and then right, looking him over and ignoring the annoyed slanting of his eyes from her audaciousness. Last, she turned him head-on to look at his eyes. She looked nowhere else, and that unsettled him. He swallowed and sweated. “Who gave you permission to dye your hair?”
This again… “It’s not,” he grumbled.
“Hmph!” she said again, and looked him over from head to toe. “Masaki said she found him several days ago.”
“Yes,” answered Katagiri in his stead, head inclined respectfully. “He was found the night of the incident with the Hollow. Masaki-sama brought him here, and we treated him ourselves. He is a Gemischt.”
“Yes…” Ida trailed off, looking him over some more, sensing herself the innate power of a Quincy’s blood. And many more things to tarnish the legacy, but he was a Quincy first, regardless; one of their own. She spun around quickly, drawing her shawl in about her arms. “He will be in your care, Katagiri,” she announced like the whole room needed to hear, “but he will attend school with Masaki. No Quincy should be uneducated.”
Ichigo, stammering at the choices being forced upon him, watched helplessly at her leave while Katagiri gave a solemn nod. “As you wish, Ida-sama.”
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Masaki sighed in relief, catching the cum in a balled-up wad of toilet paper. It had just rolled down past the hem of her skirt when she lunged up from her seat and begged to use the restroom. The teacher, offended and awkward from the unladylike request, permitted her leave. It was the second time that day she had to clean up like this – the first being first thing she did when she and her friends got to school. She giggled to herself. Ichigo sure gives out a lot… And he was insatiable.
Her nipples had already started to pebble as she thought of him, but her panties had been wet long before now.
With a onceover wipe across her thighs and through her pubic hair, she discarded the paper between her legs into the toilet bowl and flushed away the evidence – that had made it back through her vaginal lips – that told of her taboo affair. That it was a secret made it as sexy as it was romantic. Hiding from her Auntie and Ryuken, hardly knowing each other yet sharing an undeniable connection. Would sex be that good if they weren’t connected?
“It might make a sweet movie,” she giggled in front of the mirror while washing her hands. After, she hurried back to class and played the role of a well-preserved but a bit flighty schoolgirl. She sat properly, knees together and hands folded on the desk when they were not busy taking down notes. And all the while, she secretively giggled at the feeling of the remainder of Ichigo bustling about inside her, eagerly searching for a place to inseminate. Perhaps that minute feeling was imagined, but she was certain that she was aware of the goings-on within her womb.
And subtle she might have thought she was, but Kanan saw and frowned at her secrecy.
Just who was the boy her made Masaki gush so?
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Ichigo didn’t feel good… Well, he did feel good. Masaki’s mouth hungrily working on his shaft was astounding, particularly given to the fact that he was her first – her own admittance when she first took a gander at his cock under much persuasion. What he didn’t feel good about was the fact that Katagiri-san would be watching him closely (a big enough risk for Masaki just to speak to him, let alone usher him away to her bedroom for some goodnight sex) and he’d be enrolled in school! School was a big enough hassle when he was just offering substitute service for Ryunosuke, Shino and occasionally Imoyama-san. Between servant’s work and school, how would he ever find time to track down Urahara?
“Pwah~!” Masaki surfaced and took a sloppy breath of air. The spit that had built up from her blowing the strange boy spattered across her naked breasts. She had done away with all clothes after sealing the door; Ichigo, on the other hand, removed as little as he could. Cute, shy boy, though she liked touching his muscles. She touched them now, snaking her fingers from his lap to underneath his shirt, making him clench awkwardly as she mapped his abs. “I was thinking about this all day,” she whispered, her innocent eyes flashing with mischief.
“How?” Ichigo snapped back, whispering softer than her though. He looked to the door anxiously, and was glad that her room had no windows. “Mo… Masaki! We can’t keep doing this!”
His cock bobbed in fervent objection.
“It’ll be fun to have you at school.” Masaki ignored his worry and his frustration, standing up and nudging her knees on either side of his waist. As often as they’d been together, Ichigo’s breath hitched deep in his chest and his heart thudded within his chest. Her pubic hair brushed against the underside of his length, but it took direction from her hand to press him up against her opening. She giggled cutely at him. “Would you want to act like my boyfriend there?”
Red bled up from his neck to turn his whole face pink. His answer, though, was nothing more than a staggered grunt and a grab for her plump ass when she took him inside of her. His fingers held tightly to her cheeks while he shoved his face into her bosom; her arms wrapped around him and kept him there. She looked behind her when her discrete hole was exposed; an exhilarating sensation.
She set on her pace with help from his arms’ strength before the filth started to flow from her mouth; the suggestion of him fucking her in class on a desk. “I really was thinking about you all day,” she moaned. “I felt you still inside of me.”
Ichigo cursed into her left tit.
He came first this time, squirting incest into her once again. The roiling tide of white seed fired hard through the cervix, roiling to the back of her womb before curling and setting a cloud of sperm loose on whatever egg may be in reach.
Masaki was fine just to have that heat melting against her insides; she needn’t finish. She felt him drained already, slack under the pressure of everything. He fell back onto the bed, gasping and looking away like always, like it was bad that she made her feel like this.
She lied against him, knowing that he’d have to sneak out and return to the other helpers soon enough. But, as she lazily rubbed at the rapid pulse in his neck, she felt it necessary to speak a notion. Him grabbing her butt and exposing her so indecently… it thrilled her. “Next time…” Her big eyes looked up at him. “… I want to try it in my butt.”
“Don’t say things like that!!” Ichigo erupted with sudden vigor and a deep flush before clapping a hand over his mouth, amusing Masaki to a laugh at his antics.
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I know this has the potential to be an even bigger story with plot and everything, but I’m probably just gonna settle on ‘Past’ pairings. I hate coming up with names on my own (I’ve never been good at it) but Ida some how seemed to work for Ryuken’s mom… but like Ino’s and Choji’s moms, fuck her for not having a name. Also… I realize this derails from the original ‘Platform’ beginning in that Kanan joined Masaki for orgy-sessions. I’ll have to fix that.
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