Click.
Click.
The sound of jade feet touching the wet ground reached his ears.
"Huh?"
Arata was just about to tell Rangiku she was going the wrong way when he saw her step into the puddle made earlier by that woman and realized she was about to lose her balance and slip.
"Watch out!"
Arata almost instinctively jumped out of the hot spring pool and stepped forward, grabbing Rangiku by the waist just as she was about to fall.
Warm spring water splashed and soaked the towels on both of them.
The woman's body went limp and collapsed into his arms, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of sweet wine and body fragrance.
"Mmm… so hot…" Rangiku murmured sleepily, her cheeks flushed with a seductive drunken blush.
She instinctively twisted her body, and the towel loosened slightly with the movement, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.
Arata's throat bobbed, and the soft touch on his arm took his breath away.
That proud pair of fruits was now pressed against his chest, rising and falling with his breathing, separated only by a thin towel.
He quickly turned his gaze aside, only to meet Rangiku's misty gray eyes.
"Arata?" She spoke his name hazily, her warm breath brushing down his neck. "Why… are you here…?"
"This is the men's bath, Rangiku-san." Arata tried to remain calm, but his voice was a bit deeper than usual.
"You're drunk. I'll take you back to your room first."
He quickly grabbed a dry towel nearby, wrapped it around Rangiku's body, and lifted her into his arms.
She was lighter than he expected, but every curve of her body pressed against his arms, forcing him to summon all his will to keep his steps steady.
The wooden floor in the hallway creaked softly underfoot, and the moonlight poured in through the paper doors, casting a silvery glow over Rangiku's golden hair.
She squirmed restlessly in his arms, and the towel slipped a little more.
"Don't move…" Arata warned her in a low voice, his tone hoarse without him even realizing it.
"Mhm…" As if understanding, Rangiku obediently quieted down, but buried her face in the hollow of his neck and rubbed herself like a kitten being affectionate.
Her lips accidentally brushed Arata's chest, making him shiver.
Arata silently began to recite Buddhist sutras in his mind.
But for some reason, the sutras that once calmed his heart now had no effect, on the contrary, they seemed to stoke the flames even more.
"Mr. Saito!" A waitress ran over. "Lieutenant Kotetsu also got tired from soaking. I've already escorted her back—"
The waitress's words abruptly stopped. Even though she was a woman herself, her gaze was deeply drawn to the sight of Rangiku in Arata's arms.
The sight of the woman at that moment was too seductive, half-open towel, messy wet blonde hair, and drunken flush on her face.
"Go make some sobering tea," Arata interrupted the waitress's curious gaze in a cold tone. "And prepare a clean yukata."
"Yes, yes!" The waitress bowed her head and quickly withdrew.
Arata quickened his pace and finally arrived at the reserved room.
When he opened the door, a faint scent of gardenia hit his nose.
He gently laid Rangiku down on the bed and was just about to straighten up when someone grabbed his wrist.
"Don't go~" Rangiku half-opened her eyes, her voice incredibly soft. "I feel so dizzy…"
Arata took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"I'm not going. I'm just going to get you some sobering tea."
"No~" Rangiku suddenly pulled harder, and Arata, caught off guard, lost his balance and fell over her.
The tips of their noses were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.
He could clearly see the flutter of her eyelashes and feel her chest rising and falling.
At that moment, time seemed to stop.
"Rangiku-san, you're drunk." Arata braced himself with his arms, trying to lift himself and create some space, but Rangiku's legs wrapped around his waist.
"I'm not drunk."
Rangiku murmured in protest, her fingers gently tracing his cheek.
It was as if her fingertips carried some strange spiritual force and magic; everywhere they touched, it felt like fire ignited.
Arata's self-control was on the brink of breaking.
Especially when Rangiku deliberately straightened her chest, pressing that soft pair tightly against his body, the last shred of restraint in his mind dangerously tilted.
"Rangiku-san, do you even know what you're doing?" Arata asked hoarsely through gritted teeth, his tone dangerously deep.
Rangiku didn't answer, instead she tilted her head back slightly and gently bit his collarbone.
That move became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Arata felt a dull thud in his head, and all reason collapsed in that moment.
Gin-san, not even your childhood sweetheart can compare to what just fell from the heavens into your lap…
He took the initiative, bit Rangiku's lips, and his palm slid down the edge of the towel.
The towel, during that passionate kiss, gradually lost its purpose. Everything beneath was pure white, like fine jade the color of milky white under moonlight, every inch of that skin radiating a seductive glow.
Arata's hand stopped around her waist, feeling astonishing softness and elasticity.
"Arata…" Rangiku whispered in his ear, her voice softer than ever before, "I…"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, as her lips were once again sealed by Arata's.
This time, the kiss was deeper than before, full of long-suppressed desire.
Rangiku returned it just as passionately, her nails unconsciously digging into his back.
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Can skip it if you don't want to read R-18 scenes.
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Their tongues collided, saliva dripping from their mouths. Rangiku dug her nails tightly into his back, making Arata flinch from the slight pain.
As they passionately kissed, Arata's hands didn't stay still. His hand slid along her spine, slowly moving lower and lower until it reached her ass.
He firmly sank his fingers into her thick and smooth ass, gently kneading and spreading it.
"Ahh~" Rangiku moaned sensually as she began kissing him more passionately.
"Haa… Haaa…" They broke the kiss when they ran out of breath. Rangiku lowered her head onto Arata's chest as she breathed heavily.
Arata hugged Rangiku and turned, looking down beneath her as she continued to breathe heavily. He saw her now revealed, seductive body that had been hidden by clothes.
He swallowed his saliva as his dick began to rise and harden. Rangiku saw his erection, smiled seductively, and licked her lips, making Arata feel even more sexual.
Unable to hold back anymore, he quickly lowered himself and began sucking her half-hardened nipple, while his hand firmly squeezed her other breast and his fingers traced over her nipple.
"Ahhh~ Arata…" Rangiku moaned sensually at his assault as she grabbed his hair tightly.
The room was filled with soft moans and sucking sounds. Arata's tongue moved over her now hardened nipple while he continued kneading her other breast.
Ahh~ Hmm~
He lifted his head to look at Rangiku, who had tightly pressed her lips together as she tried not to moan, which only made him more excited. He gently bit her nipple.
AHhh~
Rangiku moaned loudly when Arata bit her.
"Arata~ plea~ Ahhh~" When she wanted to say something, Arata firmly closed his lips around her nipple and pulled it upward, making her moan suddenly. She felt something leaking down there, and she didn't need to think about what it was.
"Ahh~ Arata~ Hmmm~"
Arata didn't pay attention to her calls and moans. He continued sucking her breasts. When he was satisfied with one, he switched to the other and continued like that for a while.
When he was satisfied, he let go and looked at the bite marks and saliva on her breasts. He was pleased with his work. He looked up and saw Rangiku breathing heavily, her hair messy and her eyes dazed.
He slowly leaned in and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside. Rangiku subconsciously responded.
"Rangiku~" Arata whispered in a deep voice, sending shivers down her body.
His hand slowly moved down until it reached her wet pussy, circling around it slowly.
"Hmm~ Arata~" Rangiku spoke in a soft and quiet voice while looking at Arata with pleading eyes.
"What is it?" Arata pretended to be clueless as he continued circling around her pussy.
"Hmmp~ Please~ Ahhh~ don't~ hmm~ te AAHHH~" Just when Rangiku wanted to speak, Arata suddenly thrust his finger inside her pussy. He felt her wet and warm vaginal walls tightly squeezing his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out and licked them in front of Rangiku, who became embarrassed by his sudden action.
"Tasty~" He looked at her pussy.
Rangiku covered her pussy with her hands when she felt his heated gaze, her face turning red as she exhaled hot breaths.
"Arata~"
Arata felt a shiver run down his spine when he heard her soft, gentle voice filled with desire. Although he didn't want to move to the main part yet, he saw the impatience in her eyes.
"Hmm~"
He slowly approached her and French-kissed her while one hand kneaded her breast and the other positioned his dick at the entrance of her pussy.
When they broke the kiss, Rangiku dreamily looked at Arata.
"I want~ haa~" she murmured softly while breathing heavily.
"What did you say?" Arata asked even though he knew what she wanted.
"I want~ it inside~!" Rangiku said loudly with impatience, even starting to move her body toward his dick.
"As you wish~" Arata smiled in satisfaction, earning a sharp look from Rangiku.
He slowly pushed his dick into her pussy.
"Hmm~" Rangiku moaned quietly as she grabbed the sheets.
When his whole dick entered, Arata felt the walls of her vagina tightening around him.
"Relax~" he whispered into her ear, trying to ease her, and he immediately felt her loosen. He kissed her again while Rangiku wrapped her arms around his neck. Arata slowly began moving his hips.
"Hmm~ Ahh~" Rangiku moaned sweetly as Arata kissed her roughly.
"Hmmp~ Ahhh~"
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As she got used to him, he began moving his hips faster while continuing to kiss her. Their tongues clashed, and her saliva dripped from her mouth.
smack~ smack
"Ahh~! Mmh~ I~ hmm~ harder~" Rangiku said between moans and Arata's rough kissing.
Arata stopped kissing Rangiku, grabbed her legs, and lifted them all the way to her chest.
AHhh~ Mmh~ Nnhh~
Smack~ Smack
The room filled with the creaking of the bed, Rangiku's loud moans, and slapping sounds.
"Ara~ Nnh~ ta~ AHhhh~ cum~ Ummm~" Before Rangiku could finish, Arata kissed her roughly, slipped his tongue inside, and began fucking her even harder and faster.
Rangiku dug her nails into his back, her body starting to tremble.
Arata saw that Rangiku had climaxed. He broke the kiss, let go of her legs, and turned her onto her stomach. He lifted her hips and continued fucking her deeper.
Ahhh~ nnh~ ohh~!
Rangiku felt her strength fading, her mind becoming foggy. She could only let Arata use her like a toy.
"Mmh~ I'm gonna cum~ Ahhh~" Rangiku arched her back unnaturally.
"Me too~" Arata growled as he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, feeling his climax approaching.
"Cumm!" He suddenly thrust into her as deep as he could.
"Ahhh~"
Arata looked at Rangiku beneath him, her eyes rolled back, her tongue sticking out, her hair messy.
Umm~
He pulled out his dick as semen began leaking from her pussy. He leaned in and kissed her cheek while wiping a tear.
"Arata~" Rangiku slowly came back to herself, dreamily looking at Arata in front of her. She leaned in to kiss his lips.
"I want more~" When they broke the kiss, Rangiku said quietly and sensually, which instantly aroused Arata again.
"As you wish~"
Suddenly, the room filled with moans, the creaking of the bed, and slapping sounds.
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Who knows how much later, Arata gently kissed Rangiku's sweaty forehead, listening as her breathing gradually calmed.
"Now you know who I am?" he joked quietly, fingers tangled in her blonde hair.
Rangiku half-opened her eyes, a satisfied smile floating on her lips. "I know, my little man."
"You're strong! You almost broke my spine!"
Arata laughed and turned her onto her stomach.
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The next morning, Arata was awakened by a series of quick knocks on the door.
"Mr. Saito! Lieutenant Kotetsu is looking for you!" The waitress's voice came from outside.
Arata suddenly sat up and realized Rangiku was no longer in bed.
Traces from last night were still on the sheets, along with a faint scent.
He rubbed his temples; everything that happened last night felt like a dream.
"I'm coming," he replied, quickly getting dressed.
When he opened the door, he saw Isane standing in the hallway, her face a little pale, obviously still suffering from a hangover.
"Arata–kun," she said somewhat embarrassed, "have you seen Sister Rangiku? She's not in her room…"
Arata's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know how to respond, when suddenly a familiar voice called out behind him.
"Isane~ I'm here!"
Rangiku was coming from the other end of the hallway, already dressed again in her usual shinigami kimono, her blonde hair tied high.
She looked full of energy, with no trace of last night's fatigue.
"Rangiku–nee!" Isane breathed a sigh of relief. "Where were you? I woke up and saw you were gone…"
"I went for some morning exercise," Rangiku naturally took Isane's arm. "Hangovers can only be cured by getting more active~"
She winked at Arata, and her eyes clearly said: "This is our secret."
"Why is Arata–kun so red in the face?" Isane suddenly asked, looking at him worriedly. "Didn't you rest enough last night?"
"Ah, maybe I soaked in the hot spring too long."
Arata discreetly cleared his throat, hiding his discomfort.
Rangiku giggled and added meaningfully: "Yes, the water in the hot spring was way too hot last night."
Isane didn't get it, but Arata, because of that ambiguous hint, turned his head slightly to the side.
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This is my first time writing R-18 scenes. If you like it, I'll keep writing.