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"You invited a half-naked man into your room, at night, and now you're asking me what I am doing?" he said, his arms encircling her narrow waist and pulling her tightly against his body.
Seeing her not respond to his advances, Naruto was about to pull back, thinking that she was not actually interested, but then Katori turned her head and smirked at him in a way that he had never seen her do before.
Momentarily, he didn't know if it was just his imagination or not, but her eyes also seemed to have become sharper, and her bubbly, previously innocent voice took on a sultry, seductive tone as she said:
"Took you long enough."
If he was unsure about the abrupt and drastic shift in her temperament, he lost all hesitation when she pushed her ass against him and threw him a heated look over her shoulder.
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His lips attacked her neck, and he pulled her tightly to him with one hand. The other hand reached up, grabbing her breast and squeezing it roughly, drawing a whine from her.
Before he could take things further, Katori grabbed the hand that was groping her chest to stop him and turned to face him.
"Half of the enjoyment always comes from setting the mood, from anticipation. Let's take our time," she said teasingly.
He almost growled with desire, barely tearing his eyes away from her chest.
She went to the low table where the bottles of soju and the small cups had been prepared for them and sat down in a seiza pose, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes narrowed, a slight, barely perceptible look of superiority flashing on her face when she saw him following her obediently.
*'Like a dog in heat,'* she thought, her voluptuous chest shaking with her silent laughter.She leaned over the table and took a bottle of soju in her hands, pouring some for both of them. Her posture was elegant, but the way that her breasts almost spilt out of her shihakusho was downright sinful.
"Give me that!" he said, his voice rough with desire, as he snatched the bottle from her hand and brought it to his mouth, downing it all in one go.
That soju tasted different from what he was used to, but he paid it no mind, gulping it all down as if it were water. Not that such little amount of alcohol would be enough to get a captain drunk.
"Naruto-san, that's not the proper way to drink!" she said, pouting at him.
The blond didn't stop until he finished the entire bottle. When he was done, he threw the empty bottle away carelessly.
She giggled, her face flushed as she said, "Come here. I've been looking forward to this."
He did not need a second invitation. He suddenly flew over the table, and Katori squealed in excitement as she found herself pushed down roughly, with him on top of her. A sound of fabric getting torn was heard when he grabbed her shihakusho and ripped it all apart.
"Yess!" she moaned when he pawed at her large breasts roughly.
Her hands undid the sash around his waist, and she spread her legs wide for him, welcoming him.
He didn't waste a second. A cry burst from her chest, and he also groaned loudly as he thrust his hips against her, spearing her. She arched her back in a mixture of both pleasure and pain, but she couldn't even cry out because his hand suddenly wrapped around her neck, choking her.
She had been driving him mad for weeks. Now that she was writhing underneath him, he unleashed all his pent-up desires, like a beast.
He thrust into her savagely, with no regard for her pleasure, only seeking his own release."Ahh!" she cried out. "Hnngh! More! Harder!"
The silly, cross-eyed look on her face, those big, round glasses sitting askew on her nose, and the tongue falling limply out of her mouth fanned his lust even further. He started fucking her rougher, as she asked, slamming his hips down hard enough to leave bruises.
With that sort of pace, it didn't take long before he grunted and laughed in exhilaration as he flooded her womb, his cock balls deep inside her cunt.
But doing it only once was not enough to satiate his burning lust. Not even close.
He rolled the gasping and drooling woman onto her stomach, and he got on top of her, mounting her ass. Despite finding his release only a moment ago, he was just as hard as at the start, still ready to go.
Her large ass rippled as he slammed his hips down, and Katori threw her head back, a whorish moan escaping her lips.
He lost count of how many times he came inside her. Hours must've passed as he plowed her into the floor, thoroughly abusing her tight pussy.
It was a nasty, selfish, rough, disrespectful fucking. There were no feelings, no emotions. Only animalistic lust.
By the time he finally had his fill of her, Katori lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes unfocused and her breath coming out in gasps through her bruised and cum-stained lips.
He stood up, freeing his cock from her massive breasts, and he grinned in perverse glee at the sight of the ropes of cum splattered all over her chest, face, and neck.
Akuryo had taken her in all the positions he could think of and used her, a Captain-level shinigami, like the lowest type of whore, treating her in a way that Naruto had never treated any other woman before.
*'Had I left it up to that loser, years would've passed before I finally got a taste of this bitch.'*Becoming the dominant personality of this body had been the best thing that could have happened to him. He had never felt so free and so content with his life.
But now that the marathon of sex was over, he felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
Picking up his torn and dirty shihakusho from the floor, Naruto grimaced at the stench of sweat and blood coming off it.
*'I really need to have a shower and change my robes, too.'*
Glancing at the woman on the floor, he realised that she had fallen asleep. Shrugging his shoulders, he left Captain Katori alone in the room and went out. Soon, he found a member of the Eight Division and asked for directions to a bathroom.
"It's the last room down this hall, to the right," the man said, looking at him deeply.
Akuryo frowned.
*'Why is he lying?'*
It was strange. His Negative Emotions Sensing detected a lie in the man's words, but, unexpectedly, there was not an ounce of ill will being directed at him.
"Thanks," he said, perplexed.
He could have sought out another member and asked them for directions, but the man's strange behaviour piqued his curiosity.
*'Last room, to the right, eh? Let's see why that guy tried to send me there.'*
The door was unlocked, and he slid it open with no resistance.
"Damn, I can't see a thing," he complained.
Akuryo muttered an incantation and raised his hand. It was a low-level kido spell that conjured a bright bulb of spiritual energy. . . or at least that's what it was supposed to do. His spell failed.
He chanted the incantation one more time, but the spell didn't activate.
Absent-mindedly, he wondered if it was because of the soju, but he quickly dismissed that thought because Captain-class shinigami don't get drunk from just one bottle.And even if he were to be piss drunk, casting a Number 2 Kido spell should never be an issue. Even the lowest Shinigami in the Second Division could do it.
He focused again, and then he said the full incantation of the spell, not omitting any words.
With great difficulty, a pale orb of light appeared in the palm of his hands, and he frowned as he looked away, trying to get his eyes used to the light.
Thanks to the pale light coming from the small bulb of spiritual energy flickering in his palm, he could finally make sense of his surroundings.
He was in a storage room of sorts with 10 metallic storage racks that reached the ceiling and went from one end of the room to the other.
*'Is this, perhaps, where Katori keeps her secret gadgets and inventions?'*
It was well-known in the Court of Souls that Captain Katori Batsu'unsai was something of a scholar, coming up with all sorts of new devices and other inventions. The ink bombs that Naruto had used to track down his invisible enemy had been created by her, too.
Curious, he walked towards the racks and brought his hand closer to them to illuminate the place better.
"What the-, What the fuck?!" he cursed, and he recoiled, stumbling back in shock.
To say that he was startled would be an understatement. As he took a second look at the shelf and glanced with attention around himself, horror appeared in his eyes.
Interesting gadgets, scrolls with kido spells, and other new inventions. . . There was none of that in any of the storage racks in the room.
Instead, the shelves of all those racks were filled with large transparent glass jars, and inside them were human heads.
Hundreds of glass jars, all of them containing one human head, each one of them having a hideous expression of terror etched on its face.