Chapter 4

Ichigo was unable to hold himself back at those words, and he plunged straight into her awaiting pussy, causing Ururu to scream out in a sublime, mind-melting blend of ecstasy and agony.

Blood mixed with lubricating juices as the substitute soul reaper pumped in and out of the petite girl, driving her small frame into the ground with force of his fucking.

Ururu moaned and squealed as Ichigo's massive dick felt like it was tearing her pussy apart. Her pelvis ached exquisitely from the way he was ramming into her, and she knew that she would scarcely be able to walk for nearly a week if Urahara didn't feel like using kido to fix her back up as good as new.

But she didn't care. She simply smiled as she melted into Ichigo, and then she screamed when she reached climax, her pussy clenching with the force of a vise grip as her nectar gushed forth.

Ichigo groaned when he felt Ururu tighten around him. He was close to climax as well, and that just about pushed him over the edge. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he got the thought that he should pull out lest he impregnate the girl, but another part of him wanted to stay inside of her, not wanting to leave because it felt too good.

His senses lost in the heat of the moment, Ichigo decided not to worry about it. He was in no state to be weighing the consequences of his actions right then, and the wondrous tightness of Ururu's pussy was too much for him to leave.

So he came in unto her with prolonged grunt, their bodies hot and sweaty, and his seed filling up her womb.

"Ara ara," Urahara said from the sidelines, where he had been watching the whole thing, forgotten by the trio in the midst of their passion. "I hope you're willing to take responsibility for your actions, Ichigo~"

The teen in question blinked, staring down into Ururu's half-lidded eyes which were glazed over and dull from exertion. Then he looked up at Urahara, blinking again.

He looked back down at Ururu, whose cute little body was flushed and coated with sweat.

"Ah..." he murmured weakly. "... shit."

Urahara laughed at Ichigo from behind his fan.

"Just kidding~" he said brightly. "Do you really think I would risk losing one of my cute little assistants for nine months? No, no, the body you're in is perfectly sterile."

Ichigo blinked again. Then he jumped up and glared at Urahara.

"Ehhhh?!" Ichigo roared indignantly, "What did you do to me, you Hat-and-clogs bastard?!"

"Maa, maa, you misunderstand me," Urahara said, unperturbed. "Your original body is just the way you left it."

Ichigo blinked again.

"... eh? My original body...?"

"Yes," Urahara said with a nod of his head, "your original body. What you are currently inhabiting..." he flicked his fan closed and tapped it on Ichigo's shoulder. "... is a special, custom designed gigai. It's a state-of-the-art model, based on the type of gigai developed for use by shinigami who have to make long stays in the human world, for one reason or another... They're designed to be sterile, since there's been trouble in the past with shinigami who 'went native' or procreated with humans while in the world of the living."

He then paused, smirking mischievously.

"...Of course," the exiled scientist added, "I've also added a few other modifications... such as eliminating that pesky human refractory period, among other things..."

Ichigo stared blankly at Urahara, who shook his head and sighed.

"The refractory period is the recovery phase after orgasm during which it is physiologically impossible for an individual to have additional orgasms," he elaborated.

"Oh," Ichigo said. "...so is that how...?"

"Yes, that is how you were able to get erect again, multiple times, so shortly after ejaculating."

Ichigo then scowled.

"But then, why would you...?"

Urahara smiled enigmatically, once more unfolding his fan and concealing his mouth.

"Let's just say..." he said, in that mysterious manner of his "...that I am not one to leave my debts unpaid. You have a great help to me, Ichigo... at the very least, I owed you for taking out Aizen."

He paused, then laughed.

"Well, not anymore, though," he added as an afterthought. "After all, I did give you that gun..."

Ichigo's eyes widened.

"That's right..." he muttered, remembering the reason he had come there in the first place. "You bastard! So you knew what was going to happen?!"

"More or less~!" Urahara said cheerfully. He then casually ducked a punch from Ichigo, sidestepping him and pushing down on the teen's head, causing him to overbalance and fall on his face.

"Ahhh... Be careful, Ichigo," he advised brightly. "You're still young, and inexperienced in many ways. So go out and enjoy your youth, and gather many new experiences. Go, and become a man among men, Ichigo Kurosaki..."

He then vanished in a sudden flash-step, leaving Ichigo, Karin, and Ururu to their own devices.

"...Now consider us even..."

Ichigo sighed, and looked down at the two girls.

"Great..." he muttered, "...so Hat-and-cogs is taking pages out of the old man's book, now? What a pain in the ass... Now what do I do?"

...

Ultimately, Ichigo decided he'd go out into the town. Maybe he could find someone sane to talk to.

Naturally, Karin wanted to follow him, though she was still too weak to walk quite yet. Ururu also wanted to go with, apparently having decided to also become a slave to Ichigo (despite his halfhearted protests). But she was too sore to walk right, having to sort of slowly waddle along.

So he somehow got roped into carrying the two of them on his back. They weren't too heavy for him to lug around, not by a long shot, but it felt very awkward nonetheless, especially considering what he had just finished doing to them.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes of aimlessly wandering through Karakura looking for someone he knew, Karin and Ururu were well enough to walk under their own power and so he set them down. And right after he did so, he heard a familiar voice call his name.

He turned around.

Ichigo blinked at the sight of Mahana... something or other... a girl from school. She was decently attractive, with goodly sized breasts by normal standards, though unremarkable compared to some of the other people he knew. Still, she was one of the more popular girls with the boys in his school, based largely on her casual, regular flouncing of the dress code by always leaving the top buttons of her shirts undone, showing off a decent amount of cleavage for a high schooler.

It still couldn't compare with the likes of Kukaku or Matsumoto, but then that was hardly a fair comparison.

Naturally, Ichigo's eyes flicked down to the cleavage Mahana was always showing, before flicking back up to her eyes.

"... Hey..." he said somewhat awkwardly. He never really had any contact with the girl, either inside or outside of school, but she was amiable with Orihime, and had been something like a friend of sorts to Rukia, back during the shinigami lieutenant's first stay in Karakura, so he figured she had to be a decent enough person. "... uh... Banana, right...?"

...Though he still sucked at remembering names.

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