Chapter 146

Yoruichi was still catching her breath, her body loose and trembling, when Ichigo suddenly pulled out. She gave a small gasp at the sudden emptiness — but before she could even think to speak, his hands were already on her hips.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach.

“Up,” he ordered.

She shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, that familiar smirk returning — but she obeyed, pushing herself onto her knees, arching her back to give him the perfect view.

Ichigo wasted no time. He gripped her hips firmly, dragging her back until she was flush against him, and lined himself up once again. Without warning, he drove in deep, making her moan out loud as the bed jolted forward.

*Pa! Pa! Pa!*

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her ass rippled under the impact, sweat beading along her spine as she tried to steady herself — but Ichigo’s pace made that impossible.

“You think you’re in control?” he growled, his voice low but cutting through the sound of their movements. “Not when you’re with me.”

Yoruichi bit her lip, her moans breaking into small cries as he hammered into her. Her hands clutched at the sheets, but Ichigo wasn’t satisfied — he reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back so her back arched even more.

“That’s it,” he muttered in her ear, thrusting harder. “Feel every inch.”

Her legs started to shake, her breath hitching. “I—Ichigo, I’m… close—”

“Not until I say so,” he cut her off, his thrusts growing sharp, deliberate, aimed right at her sweet spot.

She whimpered — an actual whimper — something Ichigo had never heard from her before, and it lit a fire in him. His grip on her hips tightened, slamming into her with relentless force.

*Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa*

“Cum,” he commanded.

That single word broke her. Her entire body trembled violently as she came hard, her voice spilling into a shameless cry, her walls squeezing him tight and milking every drop of strength from her legs.

Ichigo growled deep in his chest as he followed, burying himself to the hilt as his climax crashed into her, his release spilling hot inside. He kept her pinned in place until both of them were spent, their ragged breaths filling the room.

Finally, he let go of her hair and eased her down onto the bed, her body limp and satisfied.

Ichigo sat back, watching her catch her breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Yeah… that’s how you end it.”

When they finally finished, the two slipped into the bathroom, the air thick with steam as hot water cascaded over them. Yoruichi leaned lazily against the tiled wall, her golden eyes half-lidded while Ichigo stood under the showerhead, rinsing them both off.

“Not bad for a morning,” she teased, running her hand down his chest.

After washing up, they dried off and headed back to his room, the faint scent of her body wash trailing behind them. They sat on the edge of his bed, still warm from earlier, talking casually like they hadn’t just done something that would make half the Soul Society blush.

“You should bring Soi Fon next,” Ichigo said with a smirk.

Yoruichi chuckled, shaking her head. “You want to take my student as well? Wow, you’re such a pervert. Good thing I’ve put in a good word for you.”

Ichigo leaned forward. “Huh? What did you say?”

“Well,” she said, stretching her legs out, “Soi Fon doesn’t necessarily like men… but she does like whatever I like, from what I’ve learned. So… you get what I’m saying.”

He thought about it for a moment, then grinned. “You know what? You’re honestly my favorite from now on.”

“Oh, so I wasn’t before?” she said, pretending to be offended. “Last I checked, I’m the only one in our little group who’d do whatever you wanted.”

“I mean, not everyone’s a curious cat like you,” he chuckled.

“I guess you’re right,” she replied, lips curling into a knowing smirk.


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They headed downstairs for breakfast, Yoruichi taking her time while Ichigo just grabbed a plate. Karin and Yuzu only shook their heads, clearly used to the sight of their brother bringing home women. Isshin, on the other hand, was wiping tears from his eyes like a proud father watching his son graduate.

After eating, Ichigo left a quick note for Nel explaining he’d be out for a while, then the two stepped outside into the crisp morning air for a walk.

“I need to train,” Ichigo said, stretching his arms. “Kinda getting rusty.”

“Well, you could ask Urahara,” Yoruichi suggested. “He’s always open.”

“Nah, he’s strong, but not as strong as me,” Ichigo said without a hint of arrogance. “Maybe Kenpachi—nah, I’d probably kill him by mistake. Guess Captain Yamamoto… but he’s always busy.”

“That’s the downside of being one of the strongest,” Yoruichi said with a shrug. “Don’t worry, though. I’m sure someone strong will pop up to try and destroy the Soul Society again.”

Ichigo laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Guys like that never really disappear, huh?”

“Nope. Especially with you around. Honestly, I give it a few months before somebody tries to steal your powers again,” she said casually.

Ichigo froze mid-step, a chill running down his spine. That’s… exactly what’s gonna happen in the Fullbringer arc.

‘Is she… also a reincarnated person?’ he thought, side-eyeing her suspiciously.

“What?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just… admiring your beauty, I guess.”

That caught her off guard — a faint blush rose to her cheeks. “You know… there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

Ichigo smirked. “And what’s that?”

“Come on. I’ll show you,” she said, already heading toward the street.

A short walk later, they were standing in front of a love motel.

“Oh wow. Never used one of these before,” Ichigo admitted.

“Me neither,” Yoruichi said with a sly grin. “There’s a first time for everything. Let’s go. My treat.”


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Inside, the two didn’t hold back. Without walls to keep them quiet, Yoruichi’s moans filled the entire building — unrestrained, raw, and dripping with pleasure. More than one guest paused mid-activity just to listen, the sound so intense it stirred a mix of jealousy and disbelief.

By the time they were done, Yoruichi was sprawled across the bed, hair messy, skin glowing, and wearing a smirk that said she was already planning their next round.

Ichigo, meanwhile, had unknowingly made himself a lot of enemies that day — mostly boyfriends who’d just learned they could never measure up to that.



TO BE CONTINUED