Chapter 2

Ichigo blanched, and Urahara laughed once again in that infuriatingly superior manner of his.

"You can borrow my storeroom, if you'd like~" he offered cheerfully, greatly enjoying the horrified expression on Ichigo's face.

"If it pleases master," Karin said in a monotone, looking up at Ichigo expectantly.

He sighed.

"Sure, why not," Ichigo muttered. "At least that way nobody we know should see you acting odd..."

Urahara chortled and waved the pair inside. Turning to spare Ururu a glance, a devious idea formed in his mind.

"Ururu," he called out, "Would you be a dear and come help me with these two?"

(Ururu Image)

Meekly nodding, the girl followed Urahara in, to where Ichigo and Karin were waiting in the dusty storeroom. Ichigo was seated atop a dusty crate, and Karin was kneeling before him, hands on her knees.

The latter was the first one to respond to the pair's entrance.

"Ah," Karin said, her head turning almost robotically to survey the shifty store manager and his cute little assistant. "Are you here to help me service master?"

Urahara sweatdropped. "No, no," he said, waving his fan dismissively, "I'm just here as an observer~"

"I wasn't talking to you... pervert," she deadpanned, causing Urahara to sweatdrop again. "I was talking to her."

She pointed at Ururu, who blushed, her face turning beet red.

"N-no," the girl stammered nervously, before pausing for a moment, then adding, almost as if an afterthought, "... unless I am?"

Her tone of voice was uncertain, and she was looking up at Urahara imploringly, as if asking him for an answer.

"Not unless you want to," the blonde ex-shinigami said brightly.

This caused Ururu to blush and fall silent, her gaze drifting towards Ichigo's crotch.

The teen in question felt like groaning. But he didn't, not quite. Instead, he closed his eyes and started massaging his temples.

"Hat-and-clogs..." he darkly grumbled. "Could you please get your employee to stop eyeing me like I've got a lollipop hidden in my underwear? It's weirding me out." He scowled. "And what the hell is wrong with Karin, anyways? I mean, she's hypnotized, okay, but why? YOU were the one who gave me that gun. Remember?"

"No~" said Urahara cheerfully, chuckling behind his fan. "Not particularly~"

Ichigo glared daggers at the mad scientist.

"I hate you," he told the man, absentmindedly batting a hand away from his zipper for what had to have been the third time, already, not even bothering to look away from Kisuke as he did so. "And would you stop that, Karin?!" he snapped at his sister, causing her to look up at him quizzically.

"What?" she said innocently, or as innocently as she could with that creepy monotone. "It's not me, this time."

Ichigo blinked, taken aback by this response. He hesitated for only a moment, but that single moment was all the opening the true perpetrator needed. With remarkable haste and deftness, a small, dainty hand unzipped Ichigo's trousers, slipped down his boxers, and grabbed hold of his dick.

All in under a second.

Ururu held Ichigo's penis in her hand, observing it with an almost awed expression.

"So this is what one looks like..." she whispered, paying no heed to Ichigo's yelp. "It's so big..."

Ichigo groaned as he saw the girl playing with his member, tracing her fingertips along the veins that marked the length of his semi-erect dick and marveling at how it reacted to her touch. A large part of him wanted to make Ururu stop, to say that this was inappropriate, but there was also a small voice in the back of his head saying to just let things play out however they might and just go along for the ride.

This slight indecision was what ultimately gave him pause. It was only for a moment, but that solitary moment of hesitation was enough of an opening (and invitation) for Karin.

Yanking Ichigo's trousers the rest of the way down his legs, Karin leaned forward below Ururu, opening her mouth to lick the base of his shaft before taking one of his balls into her mouth.

Ururu, following the Kurosaki girl's lead, cupped the remaining testicle with one hand, gently squeezing and teasing it, while her other hand rubbed up and down his shaft.

And any power (or inclination) Ichigo might have still had left to resist at that point was immediately sucked away when Ururu, who had been eyeing the tip of his manhood curiously for a while now, leaned her head in to plant a kiss chu on the head of his penis, before taking the tip into her mouth, tentatively licking and sucking upon it like one might a popsicle.

All of this stimulated and aroused Ichigo, and by this point he was completely lost in a haze of pleasure. Between Karin from beneath and Ururu from above, Ichigo's little Zangetsu was just about ready to go bankai. And yet,what finally finished him off was not Karin lightly nibbling on his testicles, even though the sensation was exquisite, or Ururu pulling back to blow cutely on the tip of his member, even though it felt incredible.

No, it was the looks on their faces – the cute yet oh-so-lewd expressions – that did Ichigo in and caused him to blow.

He came without warning, his semen spurting out into Ururu's open mouth. ...most of it, anyways. There was a bit that got in Ururu's eye, causing her to squeak in surprise, and a fair amount of it also covered her lips. The young assistant rubbed her eye, wiping away what had gotten into it, and she looked about ready to swallow when Ichigo got a perverted idea.

Normally, Ichigo would have never acted on such a dirty thought, but this was so far outside of normal for the substitute soul reaper that he decided in for a penny, in for a pound and voiced this idea, this crazy, perverted idea that seemed to come straight out of nowhere.

"Hey... Ururu..." Ichigo said before the girl could swallow his semen, having to momentarily fish through his memory to find her name, "...how about you share some of that with Karin?"

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