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The Bell Rung	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 1538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “Hm? What’s wrong? You forget something at school?”
            Orihime looked up when she realized that Tatsuki-chan had gotten quiet a few steps ahead of her; far enough that the distance between them was noticeable and she had to stop. Tatsuki-chan was looking at her in that serious way, where she was concerned for her and must have had something to say about her zoning out.
            But Orihime feigned lightheartedness, waving her hands up in front of her to dismiss the concern. “N-No! Nothing at all, Tatsuki-chan!”
            Yet it seemed to concern Tatsuki even more, for in these moments of dazed distraction, if asked about it, Orihime would come out of her contemplation with some nonsensical answer. True, that she gave such pensive consideration to oddball lyrics would have made other people question her mental wellbeing, Tatsuki had come to decide that that oddity was normal for her. So for Orihime to act normally was very abnormal.
            “C’mon,” pressed Tatsuki, leaning toward her friend with a soft but stern reproach. “What is it? Was it because you didn’t get to say bye to Ichigo up close?” She winked suggestively, though Orihime fumed with embarrassment. “He was looking good in his soccer uniform, wasn’t he? I didn’t know that was one of your kinks, Orihime.”
            Orihime erupted like a volcano, steam seemingly bursting over her heated head. “It’s nothing like that, Tatsuki-chan!” she insisted pleadingly, though it was true that the issue troubling her did involve Kurosaki-kun.
            Enjoying the nervous frenzy, Tatsuki backed off with a satisfied smile. “Well then, what is it? You’re usually talking about new recipes and cake ideas on your way to work!”
            Orihime tensed a little. She wondered if it was okay to talk to Tatsuki-chan like she could with Rangiku-san, who was older and therefore wiser… at least with the complications of boys. Tatsuki-chan’s advice had always been pretty straightforward: “Use your huge boobs! Ichigo will fall easily for them!” But Orihime had always been of the impression that Kurosaki-kun was a bit more refined than that.
            Which was why…
            “Um, Tatsuki-chan? Do you think… Kurosaki-kun likes the new girls in your class?” Orihime muttered, her hands twisting on the handle of her schoolbag.
            Tatsuki’s jubilation left her face. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought of the two new girls, who strode in and acted like the class revolved around them. Giselle flaunted her panties every chance she got, doing long-legged twirls when walking in to get the boys riled at the start of the day; Bambietta marched in nonchalantly like she thought it was a chore, yet wanted all eyes on the opened buttons of her blouse.
            “Tch. I wouldn’t worry,” Tatsuki said, pivoting and holding her bag over her shoulder. “Ichigo’s not the kind of guy who goes chasing after girls, even though he should. And besides”—She turned to look over her shoulder and give Orihime a reassuring wink—“I’ll be there to keep an eye on him. Don’t think that they’ll get their hooks in him easily!”
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            “Wow! Looks like we got lucky, Bambi-chan,” said Gigi, looking up at the prize she dug out from Ichigo’s trousers. He’d fought – somewhat – and to his credit, his piece was still a little flagged, but the grip of Gigi’s hand was quick in convincing it to harden. “It looks like it’ll be longer than my face!” She placed a hand on her glowing cheek, some spittle running out of the corner of her mouth. Gushingly, she said, “I-I’d probably choke… trying to get it all in!” She didn’t sound in the least bit worried about that; more elated than anything.
            “Dammit, move your head! Let me see!” Bambi shoved Ichigo to one side, to see if there was any merit to Gigi’s claims; she had a habit of overexaggerating, if only to get the other Bambis’ hopes up before seeing them dashed. Ichigo complained at her, but she was far more interested to see what he was packing.
            She was not disappointed. Her mouth sloped a little, though her eyes held wide open upon seeing it. Passing seven inches, and he filled out Gigi’s fist almost completely. The veins were engorged, and she could see the rhythm of his cock inflating with the steadily-increasing circulation. And sure enough, when Gigi posed with the straightening cock running up along the side of her nose, it measured just about the same as her face.
            Ichigo seethed and made a good pull against Bambi. She nearly lost her grip, but refortified it with a sharp curse at him. “Stay still, you bastard!” The fascination of the size of his cock was momentarily lost, and she showed actual worry on her angry face when he began to pull his left arm out of her suitable lock. Even Gigi recoiled, concern mixed with her humor as she trembled at Ichigo’s fighting spirit, “How scary~”
            Bambi had to risk it, or he’d pull free, and who knew what havoc would come from it?! She let go of his left arm – it was just about free anyway – and plunged her hand in between her breasts. Occupying there caused another button to pop from her bust, but she could worry about that after retrieving Opie’s manacle. What good would it do? It’d at least weaken Ichigo a good amount, enough to make him more docile and compliant. She swore again at him and reached for his wrist just as a crackle of green light began to flicker around him.
            Fullbringer energy may not have been as strong as his Shinigami powers, but in a tight spot as this, Ichigo felt it warranted to rely on the powers learned from Ginjo. He’d forge his Fullbringer blade just to beat this ambush back, and then get to his badge and…
            Click. Zwip!!
            He felt it all at once; that well of power in his material form closed up, like it was imagined from the very start though he had seen the proof of it forming at his fingertips just a second ago. And with the sensation of being locked off from it, he also experienced a sudden weakness, like he’d expended all of his energy already. “What,” he said dizzily, arms plopping – his left with a soft clank on the floor – sinking back into Bambi’s bosoms like pillows. Her arms lifted, prepared for him to come back furiously. But The Jail’s bracelet held effectively, and she smiled suddenly and wide.
            “Ha! How’s that, you stubborn bastard?!”
            Ichigo’s eyes glowered at her, but there was nothing threatening about it. He might as well have been a child. “What did you… do?” he got out with strenuous effort.
            “What? Can’t you figure it out?” Bambi grabbed his left hand and lifted it so he could see the shackle. Aside from its elaborate quality, he couldn’t say there was anything special about it. It emitted not energy he could sense, and had stayed warm on him after it was snuggled between Bambi’s breasts all day. “So long as we have this on you, you’ll do as we say!” She smooshed his cheeks with her other hand, making his mouth pucker despite his endeavors to pull back. “Or else we’ll put it on one of your friends and make them do what we say.”
            There was fight in his eyes, no doubt, but also trepidation and, with some time for the threat to sink in, compliance. The muscles that had stayed tense even in his lockdown ebbed; he melted against Bambi and even seemed to be relaxed as his head sank into her cleavage. She was relieved to have this submissiveness displayed. It made her confidence swell.
            His hair… is pretty soft…
            She snapped to, glowering now at Gigi who’d cowed back a way to make a quick escape if things had gone awry. “What are you waiting for, Gigi?!” Her legs coiled around Ichigo’s and pried them apart, showcasing his flagging cock. “Get in there and make him hard again!” Her hands were not grabbing his arms like before, now coasting on his front, taking a survey of his body and muscles as discretely as she could, though it could hardly have been much more obvious.
            “Oh, it worked,” said Gigi, breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought we were gonna have to stop at the best part. You should settle down a bit, Ichi-chan. You don’t want people to think you’re a virgin, do you?”
            Ichigo’s scowl trembled with a shaky breath.
            Despite the mockery, she threw herself down on her belly, propping her chin up on her fist while contemplating the dick right in front of her as if it were some toy. She shoved it one way and watching it flop back to its original state. It apparently didn’t take much to get him riled. The flagging caused by the scuffle and ensuing fatigue had corrected itself, and now he seemed bursting at the seams with energy; at least in this area.
            Gigi grabbed it fullhanded and slapped it lightly against her cheek. “I bet you’d want to see this go in my mouth, wouldn’t you? If you admit it, I might do it for you while Bambi-chan watches~”
            “Don’t talk like I want to watch,” he heard Bambi snarl from above him, her chest rumbling with the sound. Faintly, he could feel her accelerated heartbeat. Was she angry really? Ichigo didn’t have much of the sense to think about it in depth. His heavy-lidded eyes cast downward to his crotch when the fist returned, catching the base and jostling him playfully from side to side. He’d not felt it so stimulated down there before. When pandering to himself, it didn’t get this rigid unless he bated himself for more than just a handful of minutes, and he rarely had time to go that far when he had a door-busting father and nosy sisters in the house. And they were not here.
            “You’re not gonna say anything? Boo~” Gigi puffed out her cheeks in disappointment. “That’s no fun.” And then she switched to being chipper. “But that’s okay. I’ll let it slide this time!” Without waiting for Ichigo’s approval, she picked her head up and splayed her hands out at the base of his erection, stabilizing it with her thumbs, and capped his bulbous head in her lips to Ichigo’s noisy shock.
            Noisy, until Bambi clapped a hand over his mouth and warned him that there were still people outside. He could hear the grin of her mouth while her chin rested on the top of his head; a bird’s eye view of the spectacle at his groin. And with great reservations and unapproved compliance, his gaze fell on the newness of a face in his lap.
            Gigi seemed rather happy about it, though kept a conservative spot at the tip, nursing on the head, flexing her lips over his glands, pulling gently at the receded foreskin. When she’d enough of an introduction, she strengthened her suction to create a loud POP! when removed from him. The shaft fell like a teetering tree just to be caught and brought to attention again in Gigi’s coddling hands.
            “Are you liking it so far?” She paused to allow him to answer, though her tongue darting against the slit of his tip suppressed his ability of coherent speech. “Aw~ Does it feel that good?” She provoked this stimulation by craning her head more directly over him, spreading out the miniscule slot and dabbing her pointing tongue. It didn’t do much pleasurably, but the idea of her rooting about for his sensual benefit had heightened his perception of the act. However, replacing her tongue with stroke from her thumb had him experience a sort of raw sensation that he responded to with a fearful hiss.
            Gigi backed off with a playful giggle. “Don’t worry,” she told him, sliding the hand back down to brace his length again. “I’m not going to hurt you this time.” With a maniacal joy, she pressed her face against the underside, shoving her tongue through the opened zipper to flex against his retained testicles – what she could reach, at least – and dragged slowly upward, turning just very slightly to run along the trails of his veins and bulging urethra. The further her mouth climbed, the more air Ichigo breathed in before holding when she reached his tip and swirled around it. Saliva ran smoothly from her tongue onto him, making his tip glimmer in a strong polish shine.
            “Twah!” She pursed her lips tight to spit across his head. The droplets landed, but he felt the rush of her focused breath most of all, and it made him coil with a trembling moan until Bambi brought him back into her bosom.
            With her spit starting to run down the fullness of his shaft, Gigi fisted him and began to stroke with casual indifference, cocking her head against him for a playful visual. The squelching of her fist running over him filled his ears so he could hardly hear her ask, “Do you like this? Or are you still thinking about going into my throat?” She turned her chin up prominently, showing off her throat and touching his cockhead to it. A bit of moisture clung to her pallid skin, but it did not seem to be her spit.
            Ichigo lifted his right hand, vaguely seeming to reach for her; to stop her or to commence. With an almost-defeated grunt, his hand lost its momentum and dropped partway on his lap. “You,” he hissed in an unfinished reproach or sentence.
            “You want to hold hands? Okay~♥” Gigi reached with her free hand and interwove its fingers with his, latching in a communal bond as she sunk him into her mouth again, this time going much further than just his head. He grunted, his muscles spasming here and there, his hips giving a pop off the floor before settling. Watching her take him so deep, and in one go, made him twitch and his balls ache with sudden heaviness. They pulled inside his trousers, and he found himself wishing that she’d take them out too, if only to relieve the pressure and the case of claustrophobia.
            Her hand separated from the base of his swollen erection, fingers splaying out on his lap. Her descent had slowed significantly at this point, and feeling a sudden block, Ichigo could guess why: he had reached the back of her mouth, and she was debating whether or not she could take him further. He hoped this would discourage her and end things now so that it wasn’t up to him.
            “Take… it out,” he said breathlessly.
            Bambi’s hand suddenly turned up and clutched at his throat; not yet choking him, but she was toying with that possibility. “Keep your mouth shut, and just watch.”
            He did, but it was what he felt that was more attention-grabbing. The blocked end of his cock was now surrounded by undulating muscles, and from the sound of it reaching his ears, he could correctly assume that Gigi was beginning to swallow, over and over, like a snake devouring its prey whole. And it was working. Some minor adjustment to her stance and some severe discomfort to his cock bending unnaturally to follow the bend into her gullet, he was distending her throat. With her head so dramatically cocked, he could not see her expression clearly, but it was enough to see her eyes turned upward, yet she was no looking at him; she was in a state of masochistic euphoria as he clogged up her windpipe just for her to make a show of it.
            Though his cock was thrilled by it – despite the curve – he started to genuinely worry when she’d gone for nearly twenty seconds without moving, her eyelashes twitching ominously. Again, he told her, shaking his hand free of her entanglement to touch at her hollowed cheek, “Take it out!” His voice had gained some strength, and so had his body to resist as much as he did for Gigi’s sake.
            Bambi immediately throttled him, digging her fingers into his neck and telling him, “Just watch…!”
            “Puu-waaah~♥” Gigi came up from the cock like she was returning from the depths of the ocean and breathing much-deprived air again. Yet on her face was that same, lewd, insane smile, now with spit dangling and catching from her lips to his cock. Gasping, elated, she wiped at her lips before proclaiming, “I can do it! Did you feel it, Ichi-chan?!”
            She was… outstanding. Even to a prude like him, who had yet to even consent to this ambush, her technique and her drive were impressive even by porn standards. He wouldn’t say as much out loud, though.
            “Bambi-chan~” Gigi was cuddling up with Ichigo’s erection again, returning it to the confines of her hands, regardless of how sticky and messy it was. “Could you lend a hand?”
            Bambi looked taken aback, her nose crinkling on one side. “This is your job, Gigi! I don’t need to get my hands dirty for this one!”
            “It doesn’t have to be your hands,” sang Gigi, whose own had drifted slyly from Ichigo’s groin to seek outward until they were caressing Bambi’s smooth calves that detained Ichigo’s legs from closing. “I was thinking~” She trailed off, though she seemed happy to hear Bambi curse at her. But she didn’t yank free, and that was an agreement if anything from the dummy’s mouth.
            “What are you doing?” Bambi asked angrily.
            “Why are you acting so naïve, Bambi-chan?” Gigi laughed at her, picking up Bambi’s foot and easing it out of her school loafers. The shoe clopped to the side when discarded, and soon, the poofy sock came rolling down; Bambi continued to chide her in seeming frustration, but made no act to deny her this leisure.
            “So cute,” Gigi fawned when the toes were freed, and gave a sweet peck to them.
            Simmering, Bambi tugged her foot away, though it floated nearby. “Don’t act so weird,” she warned, and again Gigi laughed at her.
            “You’re the one acting weird. Like you’ve never done this before.” Gigi had removed shoe and sock from the other foot and then crammed both of them together around Ichigo’s cock. Ichigo gave a start, reacting to the feel of Bambi’s soft, delicately-arched soles closing and forming a vise around him.
            Gigi’s assistance wasn’t necessary after a moment; Bambi kept her feet together even after Gigi had released them. All the same, she gave her an angry stare. “You got your spit all over my feet now,” she mumbled in a voice that was less harsh and more susceptible than usual.
            “I’ll wash them later♥” Gigi promised and watched for a moment as Bambi began to run her clasping feet up and down Ichigo’s pole with a familiar practice. Bambi immediately dismissed the offer, muttering something about how Gigi would enjoy it too much.
            “How is it, Ichi-chan?” Gigi teased, poking Ichigo in the chest and drawing circles with that finger. “Do you like how Bambi-chan’s feet feel around your hard dick? I bet you do! My, what a pervert you turned out to be~ Do you have a foot fetish or something~?”
            Mustering his kindling strength, Ichigo turned his glower on her and said, “You’re the ones who are doing this.”
            “And what? Does that mean you want me to stop?” Bambi stopped rubbing with her feet and instead seemed to be trying to crush it between them! She wasn’t going to get far like that, less her grip slip and her two feet came at him from two different angles… which would really hurt!
            When the stroking had ceased, at the ten-second moment of stillness and squeezing, he hissed and a rasped “No!” tugged out from his throat. His eyes were closed so he missed the victorious smirk shared between the girls.
            Bambi’s stroking resumed. “Just be sure not to make a mess over my feet,” she jibed him, keeping a firm constriction while going up and down. “Or you’ll pay.”
            “I’ll take care of that~♪” Gigi assured them both, and immediately shoved her mouth over the tip again, slobbering to keep Bambi’s strokes nice and slick while almost maintaining a good function at his sensitive glands.
            Ichigo exclaimed at the dual sensation of foot and mouth, throwing himself willingly against Bambi who clutched at him with greedy hands and whispered something derogatory about his perversions. This time, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about much of anything! He was being brought to the edge, and with nothing else he could do, he complied.
            With a prolonged, deepthroated groan of exasperated pleasure, he went taut and limp all at once. The weight in his balls increased, followed by a powerful, vacuous sensation of evacuation. Without meaning to, his hands lifted and clapped down loudly on Bambi’s knees. Weak as he was, he tried to forestall the euphoric rushing in his groin, but both girls’ efforts were too convincing for him to protract for more than a second. The seed volleyed up into Gigi’s mouth with a thick splat.
            His dizzy eyes watched and saw the very moment it happened, for Gigi’s eyes suddenly went very wide just as something warm and wet lunged from his engorged tip. And after that initial shot, Gigi visibly settled with a wistful sigh, making no indication to the second jet hitting the roof of her mouth. Her fingernails turned into his thighs, stabbing them through his pants, and inducing him with a strange kind of pleasure from the pain of it. He curled somewhat, holding his breath.
            Gigi’s active tongue had become suddenly sluggish, dragging only at the underside of his head, encouraging the passionate throbbing. She did not seem discouraged by the mess being made in her mouth. Her eyes became relaxed, half-lidded. And then she began to drink. Not trying to keep up with every burst, swallowing only every second shot; third when the produce was less plentiful in volume and zeal. But she drank it all; loud, thick gulps that seemed to procure every last drizzle remaining in his tense testicles. And when all that was left were tiny dollops, she turned her head and scoured his knob with diligent laps until the taste was completely siphoned. With an enigmatic look of joy and pleasure, she plumped up her lips and made a good show of disengaging her mouth from his cock.
            “Ahh~♥ You must have really been backed up! No wonder you always have that frown on your face!” She wiped at her mouth, seeming really pleased with herself for not missing a single drop of his cum. She even went as far as to squeeze the base of his wilting penis to milk out any possible stragglers. One last pearly drop; more transparent than white, but Gigi consumed it all the same with a pass of her tongue and a satisfied sigh at the end. Her breath reeked of him; that bleachy scent that he did not like very much. Yet she said, “You have a pretty sweet flavor.” She smacked her lips, eyes looking up thoughtfully. “You must eat a lot of pineapple or drink cranberry juice, huh?”
            Ichigo hardly knew how to respond to that. His breath was still hitched, his limbs deadened and his body hypersensitive to Bambi’s hands moving around him. He held in a wince of pleasure, lest he seem more vulnerable than he already was.
            “Alright, now that that’s done,” said Gigi, casually stuffing his malleable penis back into his trousers and zipping up, “how about we talk…?”
            She stopped when the clamor of boys entering the locker room filled the silence. Her head whipped around, and Bambi immediately untangled from Ichigo. “Dammit, Gigi! You took too long!” she hissed angrily.
            “Don’t blame me,” whined the other, pulling at her twin strands of hair and not seeming all that concerned. “I had to do all the work because you’re so lazy~”
            Bambi scoffed at her, grabbed her socks and shoes under one arm, and pulled the deadweight of Ichigo’s left arm. “Get up, you dope!”
            At the entrance, the team was jabbering excitedly about the game this weekend. They were on a roll in practice, and it was seeming more and more likely that, even if they hadn’t hired Kurosaki, they would stand a very good chance at victory.
            “Your dribble has gotten more fluent,” they said to one another, praising kicks, the team captain mentioning that his Bazooka Charger was not up to where he wanted it to be. “I can only get out fifty percent of its true power,” he blabbed boastfully, for what little it actually meant. But his comrades went along with it, praising his kicks as their secret weapon – for all their hype could not be reserved for a goalie whose talents were on lease, lest they lose all morale when his contract was up.
            Chattering and jesting, they rounded in a loose throng down the aisle of lockers heading to the showers. Some were already pulling off their jersey. They wished they hadn’t soon enough.
            “Oh no♥ I think I’m lost~♥” Gigi swung left and right on one foot, the other raised to show off a daring amount of thigh from her lifted skirt. “I was looking for the girls’ restroom, but wound up here~ With so many boys!” She sounded so unimpressed in her feigned shock, her eyes turned up and her smile brash.
            Most of the team fell back, exclaiming in embarrassment at the circumstance finding themselves with the flamboyant new girl from room 3-3. The ones not overwhelmed with embarrassment, hoping to make an impression with their fortitude, still blushed and grinned goofily. “Giselle-san, I…! I mean, you, you’re in the boys’ locker room,” the captain blurted, looking quite smitten, despite his fondness for a different girl.
            “I am~?” Gigi tottered like an idling child. And then she said, her eyes coming down from space to regard him, the boys around him gushing from secondhand attention, “That’s a strange place for me to be~ I guess I’ll look somewhere else for a toilet~” She strode off casually with a lazy wave and a trailing “Bye-bye♪” She went around to the other aisle of lockers, seeming very pleased with herself, disregarding the poignant silence on the other side where the team of boys were surely trying to figure out what had just happened and wondering if it was a mistake to allow her to just walk away.
            Boys are such perverts~
            Meanwhile, while Gigi played her part of distraction, Bambi was ushering the dizzied Ichigo out of the locker room, though from an outward glance, they seemed to be arm-in-arm in familiarity… even if they were both wearing a sort of annoyed scowled and bickering under their breaths to each other. “I don’t need you pulling my arm!”
            “Then hurry the hell up! You’re dragging your feet!”
            “Dammit, put your shoes on! You’re the one stumbling!”
            “Whose fault do you think it is that I don’t have them on?!” Bambi tugged Ichigo sharply around the building; not much cover, but against the sinking sun, the shadow of the wall was preferable as she lifted a foot, brushed off the dirt and gravel with an angry curse, and pulled on a sock and shoe, repeating the process with the other foot momentarily.
            She seemed so blasé. Ichigo watched her with a peculiar interest, noticing how she wasn’t really noticing him at all. It made the tinge of red glow a little brighter across the bridge of his nose. Was it so expected to gripe about the pebbles on her feet after doing… what they had just done? Ichigo wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but he had to start somehow.
            “Hey, what was…?”
            “What an exciting adventure!”
            He was so caught up in his thoughts that Gigi’s shout had just about made him jump out of his skin. Both he and Bambi looked to see the loudmouthed girl approaching, arms raised and apparently successful in getting out of the locker room without much trouble; truthfully, Ichigo doubted the team of awkward and timid players would really cause her any problems, but it was a good distraction and kept rumors from kindling about him being caught alone in the locker room with the two new girls.
            Instantly, Gigi threw her arms around Ichigo’s, holding it tight to her body, cuddling up intimately to him. As he shouted at her overfamiliarity and tried to pull out of her grip without dashing her to the ground, she made a proposal: “How about you take us out to eat now? Surely you’ll want to replenish your energy after so much fun?”
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            Giselle had mentioned a spot to grab some food. A bakery that had the oddest sweets that were surprisingly good. “You probably know the girl who works there!” But Ichigo, knowing exactly where she meant, declined vehemently and offered to take them to a more lavish establishment; quaint but pricey, which meant that no one he knew could afford to go there casually, especially on a weekday; that included him. His expenses would take a hit for this outing, but the situation deserved its due.
            “Whoa! You really don’t mind bringing us here?! You really know how to treat your dates!” Giselle giggled delightedly as the desserts of cakes and puddings and parfaits and ice cream were laid in front of her and Bambi; Ichigo stuck with coffee, though quietly lamented how liberally Giselle and Bambietta accepted his offer to get what they wanted.
            He’d been mostly quiet since leaving the locker room, wrapped up in his own thoughts as he studied these two. Externally, they behaved pretty normal, if normal was two girls of opposing personalities always heckled and threatened death to one another. But they jointed peacefully in their torment of him, accepting the café over the bakery when he made the argument that it had a wider selection and was more expensive.
            So when Giselle commented that she was bedazzled of his generosity, he felt his temple pulse angrily. Bambietta had set on ordering the most expensive dessert on the menu, yet hardly seemed interested in it, picking more at Giselle’s dish than her own.
            Either way, they were both engrossed in the meal, with Giselle eating plentifully and Bambietta scrutinizing the food every now and then. At one point, Giselle laughed and said that someone named Lil was missing out on this job. “Hey,” she said with bright eyes, a full mouth, and a raised finger, “how about, after this, we go to a karaoke box?! I wanna hear Bambi-chan sing!”
            “Don’t think that I’ll sing for you just because you tell me,” snarled Bambietta, though it was obvious that the suggestion intrigued her somewhat.
            Ichigo had picked his corner booth in the back of the café because he wanted to talk in private, but these two sure knew how to bring attention to themselves. “Hey,” he said to Giselle, who did not seem to hear. He raised his voice a little. “Hey…!”
            “Mmm! Try some of this, Bambi-chan! Cream tastes best after swallowing cum!” Giselle announced loudly, which stirred Ichigo to leap up, his thighs hitting the bottom of the table so hard that his full coffee spilled. He exclaimed and cursed, and quickly looked over to the waitress across the room, assuring her that all was well and he’d clean up the mess himself before easing back into his seat.
            “Jeez, how embarrassing,” Giselle scolded. “You draw way too much attention to yourself, Ichi-chan!”
            Ichigo’s eye ticked. He was going to get an aneurism at this rate! “I don’t need to hear that from you,” he said quietly as he could without losing his anger. But at least she and Bambietta were acknowledging him. He pressed on, passing the issue of the coffee he had to mop up with plentiful napkins. “What’s this all about?”
            Giselle paused, her mouth stuffed with spoon and the ice cream it carried. Her eyes darted to Bambietta expectantly. “You took us out,” Bambietta said, her arms folded and a slight smirk on her face. “We should be asking you what this is about.”
            Ichigo bristled a little, his hands balling up. “Don’t mess with me. I’ve had enough weirdos tailing me to know when they’re up to something…”
            “He just called you a weirdo,” Giselle muttered around her mouthful to jab at Bambietta, who snorted annoyedly in response.
            Ichigo continued uninterrupted, “And you two are up to something. For starters, what the hell is this?” He picked up his left arm and showed off the J bracelet.
            “Your new fashion statement,” said Giselle, though Bambietta was more explanatory, saying, “It’s our insurance that you’re going to do what you’re told from now on.”
            Ichigo refrained from pounding his fist too hard on the table as his temper flared. “What the hell does that mean?! Who are you? You’re definitely not average high school students. Are you Fullbringers? Shinigami? Or…?”
            “Wha-What are you talking about?” As usual, when playing her part poorly as an innocent, Giselle grabbed at her antennae-like hair. “We’re just your usual transfer students…”
            “You don’t need to worry about that right now,” said Bambietta in her stead. She shoved her hardly-touched plate aside – she was done with it and this whole farce of a dining experience – and leaned toward Ichigo with her cheek placed upon her hand. “All you need to know is that we’re here for you. And we’ll be keeping a close eye on you, so you’d better not go to anyone of your Shinigami friends to ask for help or to keep watch on us.”
            She knew how to make threats, but Ichigo wasn’t exactly the type to be undermined like that. He frowned right back at her pointing finger. “If you’re thinking about kidnapping me or anything…”
            “Who kidnaps a grown man?” jeered Giselle, looking at Bambietta who cracked a smirk while Ichigo turned pink. “We’re just gonna be watching you for a bit~ Don’t worry so much. Don’t even think about it! So long as you don’t cause problems for us”—She shoveled some pudding in her mouth—“it can be a very pleasant experience!”
            Ichigo had heard such promises before. He’d since learned that enemies would always try to convince him to lose his drive by saying that they hadn’t caused him any reason to hate them yet; Aizen had said that Orihime and his friends were free and unharmed, and Ginjo had assured him that their quarrel could be settled after Tsukishima’s powers faded from his friends. Now two girls were asking him to be docile because they just wanted to keep an eye on him. It didn’t feel right at all. He’d rather overpower them – which he felt certain he could do normally – but the draining effect of the bracelet. He had attempted to use his badge to expel his Shinigami form, yet it was ineffective after the locker room incident. A good guess was that the shackle was preventing this transference.
            So, begrudgingly and for the moment, he couldn’t do much but comply with them. But there was still something else he could not simply ignore. And Giselle’s last comment was a cause of concern for this.
            “Then… what was that about?” he got out with some difficulty, his chin tucking inward as he tried to fight off the crimson tinting of his cheeks.
            “That?” questioned Giselle, cocking her head.
            Bambietta knew immediately. She closed her eyes, her smirk becoming a bit more smug.
            Ichigo didn’t want to say it out loud. His color deepened. “You know,” he said vaguely, wishing she’d drop the act and just take the hint.
            Giselle took a moment before exclaiming in realization, “Ooh! That!” She ignored Ichigo’s gesture for her to keep it down. “Well, we wanted to get you nice and relaxed, so we can get to know you better.” She stirred her parfait after moving it in front of her to take the place of her bowl of ice cream.
            “Th-That’s it?” Ichigo asked in disbelief. “I mean… ahem…”
            Giselle and Bambietta took notice of how strangely he looked, the mask of his ‘tough guy’ persona seeming forced. He was gestating, putting off something more direct he wanted to ask.
            Giselle felt she could come to his rescue. “It felt good, didn’t it? A nice blowjob and footjob?” She pointed carelessly at Bambietta. “Even if it was with Bambi-chan’s stinky feet~”
            Immediately, Bambietta lunged to her feet, smacking both hands down on the table with resonating force. “My feet don’t stink!!” she roared, her cheeks crimsoning faster and deeper than Ichigo’s, hers having the stain of rage mixed with embarrassment.
            “Hahaha! Relax, Bambi-chan~” said Giselle with a consoling wave. “I love your smelly feet too~”
            Ichigo had to throw himself between them, Bambietta swearing at the instigator and snatching with her hands to throttle her.
            “I’ll kill you!!”
“Calm down! We’re in public, you idiot!”
            “Try some of the parfait, Bambi-chan~ You’ll like it~”
            It took the hostess coming over and asking if everything was alright to get Bambietta settled – but stewing with boiling rage – back in her seat. Ichigo apologized, and the apology was accepted, but if these disturbances continued, they’d have to leave. To be told this was humiliating; he may not have come often, but this was a place he enjoyed during the rare outings with Tatsuki, Orihime, Chad, Keigo, and Mizuiro. He didn’t want future visits to be marred by this unpleasantness.
            Now that they were alone and the topic was on the table, Giselle was more open, looking at Ichigo intently as she said, “You really shouldn’t let yourself be pent up like that. It can cause all sorts of grumpiness.” She perked up a little while Ichigo wallowed in his embarrassment. “Don’t be shy to ask girls to do it for you more often. You really didn’t have a bad taste!” As if to exemplify this, she tossed a spoonful of cream in her mouth.
            But Ichigo wasn’t flattered. He continued to hunch, drawing into himself. “It’s not about that,” he confessed. “Just…”
            Giselle blinked, thinking for a moment that he was acting like a pining schoolgirl with a crush. Totally lame… until it began to dawn on her.
            Her mouth slackened, the long, thin spoon dropping from her gaping mouth. She exchanged a glance with Bambietta – who just scowled and hated her with her eyes – and then turned back to him.
            He didn’t want to say it, but he had to; as a man of integrity. “What happens now?”
            “Nothing,” spat Bambietta, already tired of this stupid, nonsensical topic. She wanted to leave. “Stop dwelling on it like a…” And then it dawned on her too. It actually struck her more than it had Giselle.
            Ichigo could tell what they were thinking, what his line of questioning had revealed to them. He suddenly felt stupid and wished he hadn’t said a thing. He should have just shouldered it in silence and dealt with it on his own.
            “You’re a virgin?” Giselle asked outright to be hushed immediately by the red-faced boy sitting across from her. Yet that didn’t bother her as much as the revelation. For the first time, she seemed genuinely concerned, though she hammed it up a bit by putting her cheeks in her hands. “Oh, how sad. If I’d known, I would have taken my time and at least showed you what I was swallowing.”
            Ichigo pulled himself into the backrest, though that was hardly far enough to get away from the lewd woman.
            “Was that your first ever ejaculation? Aw~ I could’ve had a lot more fun with it~” she moaned.
            Ichigo, on the other hand, couldn’t imagine how she could have made it any more salacious and torturous than it already had been. The fantasies he had conjured by himself had never been quite so… thorough. Far less spit, talking, and feet, with half the amount of women involved in the locker room.
            Picking up her spoon and having another taste of parfait, Giselle went on, “Next time, Bambi-chan and I will make it more special! Won’t we, Bambi-chan?”
            The offer wasn’t what Ichigo was particularly looking for. To be honest, though he was smart enough not to say it out loud, it was something a bit more, well, honest. He wasn’t like Mizuiro, who had multiple relations with women, treating them as a sort of convenience because of his maternal shortcomings.
            “I’m not talking about that” was all he said, glancing off to the side as if he was done with it.
            “Oh? What do you want?” Giselle pointed to the corridor on the other side of the café leading to the restrooms. “I’ll take you in there and deal with it myself. We can even turn off the lights if you want.” Her chiding bluntness only aggravated Ichigo’s modesty.
            But Bambietta was a bit more perceptive. She would not admit to being dumb about other things – as Giselle and the others might like to say – but she had a sort of affinity with men, and knew what they were looking for. And if this whole relationship was based on an assignment…
            “I’ll do it,” she proclaimed over Giselle listing the things she would do for Ichigo in the restroom while he tried to shut her up. Both of them now looked at the explosive girl, but she was regarding Ichigo only. She looked bored and annoyed from the boredom, but she said it again all the same: “If it makes you more comfortable, I’ll be your girlfriend, Kurosaki Ichigo.”
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            Ichigo had fought Espada, transcendent beings, and tricksters, yet had come home with more energy than he had after a date with two girls; one of which was now his unofficial girlfriend. It had been a humbling experience, being jibed for wanting a more intimate relationship after the oral/foot situation in the locker room. Giselle had poked fun at them both, laughing at the odd pair they’d make at school, but insisted that she would happily be their participating third wheel. She had dived across the table, asking to seal the deal with a kiss, but he turned his head at the last second to take her lips against his hot cheek.
            It led to another bashful revelation that amused Giselle.
            “What have I gotten into now?” he murmured to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck, focusing on the pavement in front of him. Shinji had been pretty straightforward about his intentions – though they were not as suspect as he had made them out to be – and Ginjo was helpful up to the point of his malevolent reckoning. Just who were Bambietta and Giselle? Fullbringer, Arrancar, Shinigami, or something else entirely?
            “Kurosaki-kun~!”
            He looked up and stumbled a bit when he saw her, Inoue Orihime, standing in front of his home, waving her hand energetically over her head. With a optimistic look on her face, she lifted her offering. “I-I have some bread!”
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