Perfect victory (112)
Sora felt happy—not his clone self currently out drinking with Byakuya, though. No alcohol, just the casual stuff.
Sora felt glad.
On a side note, yes, his adaptation does change his meat size and shape. How does he know that?
Because he tested it out. How else is he supposed to explain why his meat shrunk a bit but got thicker?
Like, come on, it adapted to be the perfect fit for her. He did wonder if he could adapt to being the perfect meat in general...
Food for thought.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH G-GOOOOOOD!!!!!"
*Click.*
So that's how it works. His body found something, and if it worked, it stuck to it.
Though Sora wondered how the fuck he could have rational thoughts during this. Was his adaptation keeping him aware in case he got snuck up on in the middle of sex?
Placing his hand on her waist, his grip tightened. Well, his clone's time with Byakuya was ending since Sora could see through the clone's eyes. Not all the time—it wasn't a passive ability. It was one he had to actively trigger.
This should end quickly.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!! I'M CUMMMIIIING!!" {x2}
White, sticky baby batter started gushing toward their room.
Luckily, Sora came prepared. He had a rubber on. The last thing he wanted was for his nut to somehow find its way in there.
...He probably would have to wear a different rubber brand every time... just in case.
Her body collapsed limply on top of him—spent, drained even.
He gently combed her hair.
"You did good."
"Hmm..."
Oh damn. Shit.
Her brain was fried.
How the fuck does he explain this to Byakuya...?
Did he perhaps go overboard...?
Shit.
Shit.
And then post-nut clarity hit.
Sora's body felt like it was ascending.
For some odd reason, he felt like he had, in a sense... become divine.
Looking at the world from above, he felt like he could see all three worlds together, coexisting 'peacefully.'
Hm.
This was good.
So this is the kind of shit post-nut clarity does to a man.
Turning to his side, his Virginity Shield looked at him before flying away...
Such a sad moment.
The thing that had practically been with him most of his life was gone.
Yes, he was a virgin.
Did he not look like one?
Did every virgin have to look like Uryu...?
...
...
For some odd reason, he felt like Uryu might hit him in a drive-by... Imagining it almost made him chuckle.
YN, Uryu?
He nearly burst out laughing. No strap needed. The bow and arrow would do just fine.
Sora looked at his girlfriend and gently patted her head.
A green, star-like glow appeared on his hand as he held her...
Yes, he was using Heilender Stern (Healing Star) to heal her.
Sure, it used his own Reiryoku and some ambient Reishi, but he didn't care. As long as she could get back to not having her brain fried by pleasure, it would be good.
Time Skip
Byakuya walked through the front door with Sora trailing beside him, his sharp eyes immediately locking onto his younger sister.
Something felt off.
Even though Rukia could be seen sitting at the table, sipping a warm drink, her expression was calm.
That was the problem.
This felt weird.
He couldn't help but notice that she looked drained, as if something had exhausted her beyond reason.
Her usual sharp demeanor was dulled.
Her posture was slightly slumped.
As if she'd been through an ordeal far more intense than just training.
His instincts screamed at him.
"Rukia," Byakuya said, his voice cool but lined with an undercurrent of suspicion. "Are you well?"
"Oh, I'm fine, Brother. Just... trained a bit too hard today."
Rukia gave her brother a polite look.
Sora (clone) wondered if the original went too far.
Well, he had been distracting Byakuya for the last four hours... There was no way they'd been at it for that long, right?
(Yes. They have.)
Byakuya's gaze flickered toward the training ground outside, where an impressive amount of ice still lingered.
From the sheer volume of ice, he could tell that Rukia had been training for a long, long time.
It seemed like she had pushed herself to her absolute limit.
"You exhausted yourself to this extent?" he asked.
After all, she—out of everyone—should know that overworking herself is not good.
It never ends well.
"I wanted to learn how to control my Bankai...
Hakka no Togame."
Byakuya's eyes widened.
Wait.
Rukia had a Bankai...? Since when?!
Upon noticing his expression, Rukia opened her mouth and said:
"Sora trained with me and helped me unlock it a few weeks ago."
...
...
...
Hmph.
And here he thought all those absences for 'training' were just excuses to go on dates.
Spreading his senses...
Yeah.
He didn't feel any of Sora's Reiryoku anywhere near her.
And it wasn't like he'd find the used condom. That shit was destroyed by Sora. As you know—burning the evidence and all.
Byakuya's gaze slowly shifted to Sora (clone), who was standing beside him, smiling innocently as if he hadn't been anywhere near Rukia this whole time.
"Brother-in-law, maybe you're just tired," Sora said, tilting his head with a cheerful look. "We've been walking around a lot today. Maybe your paranoia is acting up."
Gaslighting at its finest.
Byakuya's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Sora did have a point...
He had been with him the entire day, and there was no single moment where Sora had left his sight.
It was impossible for him to have done anything.
This was flawless.
A perfect victory.
Sora had won.
A/N The day he adapts to Kyoka Suigetsu it's over, its gg.
Welp, this should probably be it for the mini arc.