Chapter 144

Ichigo climbed back through his bedroom window, landing lightly on the wooden floor. The quiet hum of the night outside followed him in.

He spotted Nel immediately — curled up in bed, breathing slow, looking completely at peace. He let out a small sigh of relief.

‘Good… she’s asleep. I’m in the clear.’

He had barely taken two steps before the click of the light switch froze him in place.

The warm glow flooded the room, revealing Nel standing beside the bed, arms folded, a shadow of irritation darkening her otherwise soft features.

“You said you’d be back early,” she said, her voice calm but laced with something sharper. “You lied.”

Ichigo shut the window behind him, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… I know. Had a lot of work. I’m sorry. Honestly, I really need a shower right now.”

Her gaze didn’t waver. “Since you lied… you deserve punishment.”

He smirked faintly. “Oh yeah? And what kind of punishment are we talking about?”

“You’ll see when you get back from your shower,” she replied, turning off the light again before slipping back under the covers.

Ichigo chuckled under his breath as he grabbed his towel. “Alright, alright…”


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The bathroom steamed up quickly, the hot water washing away the sweat, faint smell of dust, and the lingering traces of beer from Ikumi’s office. He took his time, letting the warmth ease the stiffness in his muscles.

When he finally walked back into his room, toweling his hair dry, his steps slowed.

Nel was no longer under the blankets.

She was lying back on the bed, the dim moonlight from the window catching the pale lines of her body. Her long hair spilled across the pillow, and the only thing she wore was a pair of tight, low-cut panties. The rest of her was bare, her skin smooth and warm-toned against the sheets.

Her eyes found his, calm and deliberate. “You will lay on me as you sleep. That’s your punishment.”

Ichigo stared for a beat, then grinned. “Fine by me.”

He crossed the room in two easy strides and slid into bed, settling himself with his head resting against her chest. The warmth and softness surrounded him instantly, her heartbeat a slow, steady rhythm beneath his ear.

He exhaled, the last bit of tension leaving his body, and closed his eyes.

Nel’s lips curved into a small smile as she rested a hand lightly against his back.
' This is the first step, ' she thought.

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The next day, Ichigo woke slowly, a deep satisfaction lingering in his body. His face was still buried in Nel’s chest, the slow rise and fall of her breathing warm against his cheek. She was out cold, lips parted slightly, looking more peaceful than he’d ever seen her.

He smirked faintly before carefully rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a soft thud.

‘Yeah… that was nice,’ he thought, stretching lazily. ‘Even got extra morning wood. Guess I’ll be meeting my hand again.’

He had barely taken a step toward the door before it swung open.

Yoruichi filled the doorway — arms spread, her trademark smirk in place, golden eyes glinting.

“How’ve you been~ honey~?” she purred as she strolled inside.

Ichigo didn’t even try to play it off. “Pent up.”

Her grin widened. “Good. Let’s hurry, though — before your little friend over there wakes up.”

She shut the door behind her with a soft click and crossed the room in smooth, lazy strides. By the time she was in front of him, she was already sinking down onto her knees.

Her eyes flicked up at him as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. “Let’s take a look at what we’re working with…”

In one motion, she tugged them down. His cock sprang free, the sudden release making it bounce up and slap lightly against her cheek.

“Mm,” she hummed, licking her lips. “You really are pent up. Why didn’t you go to one of your other women?”

“I don’t wanna bore my readers,” he replied casually.

She blinked, head tilting in mild confusion at his words — then chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, her hands were already sliding up his thighs, and her smirk returned. “Alright then… let’s fix your little problem.”


Yoruichi’s fingers curled around his length, her grip firm but lazy, like she was testing his weight. She gave one slow stroke from base to tip, her golden eyes locked on his face the whole time.

Ichigo exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening.

“Sensitive, huh?” she teased, thumb brushing over the bead of precum already forming. “Perfect.”

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the head — a quick, mocking peck — before letting her tongue drag across the tip in a slow, deliberate swirl.

Slrp…

Ichigo’s breath hitched.

Yoruichi smirked at the reaction. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

Her lips parted and she took him in, inch by inch, her warm mouth enveloping him. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft as her head bobbed forward, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room. She moved like she had all the time in the world, each stroke of her tongue precise, calculated to pull a low groan from him.

Ichigo let his head fall back slightly, one hand sliding into her purple hair. “Damn… You really know what you’re doing.”

“Mhm,” she hummed around him, the vibration making him grunt. She pulled back just enough to let him slip from her lips with a wet pop, a glistening string of saliva stretching between her mouth and his tip.

“I did master it by sucking you” she said smugly, before diving back down, taking him deeper this time.

Glk… glk… slrp…

Her pace quickened, the wetness of her mouth and the slick sound of her sucking filling the space. One of her hands gripped his base while the other moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently as she worked him over. Ichigo’s breathing turned heavier, his hips twitching in small thrusts as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.

She pulled back again, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded. “Close?”

“Not yet,” he muttered, a grin tugging at his mouth. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Yoruichi’s smirk deepened. “Good… I’m not done with you either.”

She swallowed him down again — deeper, faster — her throat working around him as her eyes stayed locked on his. The steady pa-pa of her mouth meeting his hips was joined by his low, ragged groans, the room thick with heat.

Her pace became relentless — wet, sloppy, and fast. Glk-glk-glk… slrp… The obscene sounds echoed in the quiet room as her lips sealed tight around him, cheeks hollowing with each pull.

Ichigo’s breathing grew heavier, jaw tightening, a low growl rumbling from his chest. His hand gripped her hair just a little tighter, not forcing, but letting her know he was close.

“Yoruichi… I’m—”

Before he could finish, her eyes flicked up to meet his. That sly, feline grin was somehow still there even with his length buried in her mouth. She didn’t slow — if anything, she doubled down, twisting her wrist at the base while her tongue worked him in quick, expert flicks.

That was it.

His body tensed, hips jerking forward as the pressure finally broke.

“Ah—!”

Yoruichi pulled back at just the right moment, gripping him with one hand and stroking him fast, milking every pulse. Thick, hot ropes spilled across her face, streaking her cheek, nose, and even catching in her hair. She closed her eyes, letting it hit her without flinching, a satisfied hum vibrating in her throat.

When the last drop fell, she opened her eyes and smirked — her golden gaze locking onto his.

“Mmm… you really were pent up.”

She licked a slow, deliberate line up his shaft, catching the taste of him before using her finger to wipe a streak from her cheek and popping it into her mouth.

“Delicious.”

Ichigo just stood there, still catching his breath, watching her like she was both trouble and temptation wrapped in one.

Yoruichi chuckled, standing up and brushing herself off like nothing had happened. “Now… you gonna clean me up, or are we going for round two?”

TO BE CONTINUED

[A/N: THAT WAS PEAK]