Secrets in Karakura Town
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,629
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4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Secrets in Karakura Town
In Karakura Town, everybody has a secret; no matter how ‘normal’ the person, no matter how much of an impact they make on those around them, good or bad, not everything about everybody is in the open air. Some secrets are less obvious then others: everybody at the High School, for instance, knows Ichigo Kurosaki. None of the students, however, have any knowledge regarding who, late at night, the orange-haired wonder thinks about, when he lies alone in his bed. Kojima Mizuiro, the veritable shadow of Keigo Asano, is infamous for being constantly surrounded by women more then twice his own age. To most, then, it would be a shocking surprise to find out with whom it is he has his absolute most fun. As well, everybody knows the reputation of red-haired Honsho Chizuru as the flagrant lesbian that she, at the very least, portrays herself to be. Nobody, however, knows the full list of people with whom the high-school girl has shared, and indeed does share, her bed. For now it is she, perhaps, we should follow…
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The chatter that filled the third-period Social Studies class went from its usual dull roar to a full fledged shouting match as the clock on the wall began to tic ever closer to the hour-mark, which would sound the bell and send all the students on their way to the lunch period. Yasutora Sado, Kurosaki Ichigo, Ishida Uryuu, and Kunieda Ryo were the only three in the room who bothered to stay silent; Arisawa Tatsuki and Inoue Orihime were conversing regarding their plans for lunch, Tatsuki’s sounding fairly appetizing, and Orihime’s sounding like the sort of lunch spawned from the pits of hell itself. Chizuru was, rather playfully, suggesting to Ogawa Michiru that they skip the rest of the school day to find a good ‘hotel’ to stay at, much to Michiru’s embarrassment, and Chizuru knew it wouldn’t be so easy. Michiru was simply to ‘childish’ to want to go and do such things… yet. But the time would come, she would see to that. The rest of the room was simply filled with background chatter, everybody talking about this, that, or the other, and as the minute hand grew ever closer to the hour-mark, the students stood as one, prepared to leave the room.
“Chizuru-chan, I would like to have a word with you after class~!” Ochi-sensei’s voice, somehow, was easily heard over the din of the crowd, and with a small sigh, Chizuru returned to her seat, receiving wary glances from her nearby friends; what had she done this time, to warrant staying after during lunch? Chizuru certainly wouldn’t say, and bubbly Ochi apparently refused to acknowledge any questions concerning the matter. When the bell rang, ever-crass Ochi quickly ushered the host of the students from the room, locking the door behind them, leaving only herself and Chizuru in the room. The long black braid running down Ochi’s back bounced to and fro as the woman calmly walked back to her desk and, with an ominous, low ‘hum’ in the background of the room, finished grading the fairly short tests that had been done and handed in during the class. When the last test was graded, some four or so minutes later, Ochi-sensei stood from her seat and walked to the front of the desk, giving a soft sigh as she leaned back and sat atop the edge of her own desk. Chizuru sat directly before her in her seat, eyes closed and head slightly bowed. The humming was getting a bit louder as the teacher drew nearer.
“I trust, Chizuru-chan, that you know why I held you after class?”
“I do.”
“Did you, by any chance, bring what you wanted to?”
“I did.” Chizuru leaned down with the last assertion, flipping the flap of her backpack open and rummaging through the few things within before pulling a small camcorder from the bag, setting it on the top of the desk beside her. She didn’t need to look threw the viewfinder to know where she was aiming; she had perfected that art ages ago. It would only require a single button press, and the machine would begin recording, as it should.
“Are you ready, then?”
“I am, Ochi-sensei.” And then, the button was pressed. The machine came to life with a soft ‘click’, and a small red light atop the lens began blinking slowly, about once a second, to signal its recording status. The tape within was brand new and didn’t need to be rewound, which would let what was going to happen, happen that much faster. At the assertion, Ochi gave a gentle sigh before sliding forward and off the desk, wincing just barely as her feet hit the floor with a soft ‘thump’. The assertive movements she’d had just a short bit ago was suddenly gone, her body suddenly shaking slightly; the effects of the thing inside her was finally getting to her. Ochi’s hands went to the button of her pants, easily undoing them, then the zipper, before letting the cloth fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Chizuru’s smile widened as she drank in the sight of her teacher in her pretty little black lace panties, a small circular bulge apparent at the crotch as the humming of the vibrator held inside her became louder with the revelation.
“Please, Chizuru-chan… take care of me… get it ooouut…” Her teacher’s suddenly needy, whimpering voice sent shivers down Chizuru’s spine, her lips opening as she smiled, simply staring at her wanting teacher’s wet panties. The toy had been inserted early this morning, before Chizuru’s own eyes, and how the teacher had lasted this long without making a massive scene before her students was a mystery. Despite her whimpering, Ochi knew this game well; she’d had to play it once or twice before for the wicked red-head, and she loved it just as much as Chizuru did. Biting her lower lip and closing her eyes, Ochi held the hem of her shirt up, her slim waist and fairly wide hips quivering in revealed anticipation. Slowly standing, Chizuru took off her glasses, letting them settle on her desk with a soft tap as she silently slunk toward her aching teacher.
“Naughty Ochi-sensei, you’ve made such a mess of yourself…” Her voice was a teasing purr, and Ochi’s breathing hitched slightly as she felt Chizuru’s hands on her waist, teasing beneath the sides of the fabric of her panties. When the red-haired student leaned forward and used her tongue to slowly push the toy further in, Ochi gasped and squeezed the hem of her shirt tighter, throwing back her head and whimpering; half a day of being teased by the damned vibrator had made her incredibly sensitive, probably because of whatever wild substance the crazy Chizuru had coated the toy in. As her undergarments began to slide down her hips in Chizuru’s hands, Ochi’s whimpering became louder as her aching sex was fully revealed to Chizuru, the cold air of the room, and the camcorder sitting nearby, staring innocently.
“Now, now, Ochi-sensei, you can’t be so sensitive; it isn’t turned up that high~” And then that snake’s tongue caressed the top of Ochi’s sex, the little button barely covered by a small fold of skin; the ‘female erection’ Chizuru was so fond of mentioning. Ochi had to release her shirt and grab the sides of her desk in order to keep from tearing something, had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out as Chizuru began to slowly lap at her, tongue trailing around her most sensitive area, and Chizuru’s devilish fingers catching the vibrator at its base and beginning to slowly plunge it in and out of the quivering, moaning teacher. It took everything Ochi was made of to keep from screaming out as the orgasm ripped through her, exploding out of her and all over Chizuru’s face, the walls of her dripping pussy putting a hard squeeze down on the slick vibrator penetrating her, though Chizuru was able to make it slide forward and back a few times more before she let her kinder side shine through and pulled the toy from her teacher. With that save evil grin as before on her face, Chizuru brought the dildo to her lips, practically purring as she turned the vibrating function off before starting to suck the toy off, cleaning it of Ochi’s sex-liquids, turning to face the camera as she did.
She gave the camcorder a genuine sultry look as she began to ‘blow’ the toy, her left hand starting to fondle her own breast as she did so, excited by the show she’d made her teacher put on. Somebody would be getting their money’s worth from this. She almost shuddered as her left hand began deftly undoing the buttons of her school uniform, the bow about her neck already lying on the floor; in seconds her blouse was wide open, revealing the girl with C-cup breasts had gone bra-less once again. Moaning around the prosthetic in her mouth, Chizuru was almost caught by surprise when the suddenly rejuvenated Ochi slid down behind her, her arms coming around Chizuru’s sides, allowing her hands to shove Chizuru’s out of the way, cupping the student’s breasts and massaging them slowly, roughly, palming the hard nubs standing at attention, showing the girl the same rough love she’d just been shown.
“Chizuru-chan, you’ve gotten so much bigger!” Ochi purred into her ear, making the red-head shiver again, both her hands focusing on keeping the base of the dildo hold still as she continued sucking it off for the camera. Grinning, Ochi slowly dragged her tongue along Chizuru’s jaw line, her hands pulling away from Chizuru’s chest enough to allow her to drag her fingernails over the firm flesh of the girl’s breasts, drawing a muffled moan from the girl. “Oh, you like that, hm~?” Ochi grinned and gently nipped the lobe of Chizuru’s left ear as her fingernails slowly played with the student’s nipples before sliding down to simply remove the offending shirt altogether. As the clothes fell to the floor, Ochi’s hand rose and gingerly took the dildo out of Chizuru’s mouth, the signal for the girl to turn around. Smiling to the camera, Ochi rose her hands straight up, letting the red haired student easily slide the shirt up and over her head, off of her body, leaving her in a black silk bra to match the lace panties in a pile on the floor not a foot away.
The black bra came away with a snap, Chizuru having simply torn them off at the front, tossing the material to the floor before diving forward, showering Ochi’s fairly larger breasts in kisses, making the teacher moan and coo softly, smiling wickedly as she slowly, teasingly, slid backward. Chizuru’s upper body moved with her, making the girl slant her bare back forward, raising her back end onto her knees for the camera to get a good shot of her still-covered back side. Leaning over the back of Chizuru, gasping softly as the girl gave a gentle nip to one of the sensitive nipples, Ochi grinned to the camera as she slowly began to slide up Chizuru’s skirt; as the back of the material pooled on Chizuru’s lower back, the camera came to learn that Chizuru seemed to dislike underwear in its entirety, as none was present beneath the skirt either. Moaning as Chizuru began sucking harder on one of her breasts harder, Ochi leaned forward a bit further before her right hand, still-slick sex toy at the ready, disappeared over Chizuru’s back and arched up to slowly caress her as-yet unheeded cunt. The red head twitched as the warm toy caressed her lips before slowly pushing inward, just enough to be felt, before Ochi paused entirely for a few moments.
In a single, swift movement, the toy was turned to full vibration speed and then slammed deep into Chizuru’s unexpecting sex, causing her to break her hold on Ochi’s breasts and wail, back arching as her head flew upward, eyes shot open in shock. Seizing the girl’s hair in her right hand, Ochi pulled her close to her, giving her a deep, rough kiss; their breasts crushed together as their tongues wrestled, their eyes clenched shut as they began slowly rubbing against each other, moaning and gasping into each other’s lips. Ochi bucked her hips several times, causing the toy to further jab into Chizuru, making the younger girl break the kiss and moan into the air, fingers balling into tight fists as her back arched completely, body fully pressed into Ochi’s.
Without a word, the teacher took the initiative over the student, pushing her to the ground onto her back, straddling the girl’s hips, grinning like a wild cat. Her fingers deftly caught the vibrator and pulled it out of Chizuru’s sex, instead pressing the wildly vibrating thing fully against the lips of the student’s cunt, before her own pussy pressed down on it as well. Both moaning in unison, Ochi began grinding against the vibrator, and against Chizuru in turn, who bumped and rubbed right back. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, Ochi threw her head back as her hands both grabbed Chizuru’s breasts, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she began violently riding the girl, moaning and gasping right before the camera, her large breasts bouncing forward and back with every movement, her hair tousled and wild. Both women began to gasp and hitch their breath in unison, and at once, they both gave wild, animalistic screams as they suddenly seized, spasming and quivering as they coated both the vibrator and each other’s waists in their cum, their breath caught in their throats. As the orgasms came to and end, Ochi groaned and fell to her side, panting hard, breasts heaving, as the vibrator fell from between the two of them and rolled about, buzzing and humming as it knew to do. Their eyes glazed and grinning at each other, teacher and student brought each other close for another deep, rough kiss, crushing their bodies together, Chizuru’s skirt thoroughly dirtied, Ochi’s floor in desperate need of a good cleaning.
“You two look like idiots.” Chizuru sighed as Keigo Asano and Kojima Mizuiro appeared on the school rooftop, wearing large trench coats, fedora caps, and large, fake mustaches. They drew more attention then otherwise in the incredibly phony ‘incognito’ disguises, and Chizuru almost didn’t want to do business with them. Almost. But they had something she wanted, and she vice versa, so the business deal would remain so long as they both kept giving each other what they wanted.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry…” Asano muttered, not bothering to get rid of his ‘disguise’ regardless. Mizuiro, on the other hand, knew how to take a hint, and the fedora, mustache, and coat were gone, much to the horror of Asano.
“Do you have it, then?”
“Would I have called you two idiots up here if I didn’t?” She snapped at the boy, rolling her eyes as she produced a VHS, made only last night of the exploits from the day before, from her back pack. Mizuiro nodded and, in turn, gave her a VHS from his own backpack. It was dated technology, sure, but it had a sort of… genuine feel to it. That, and the VHS’s were so cheap, they couldn’t really feel bad about destroying the videos, if they had to.
“It’s a shame really.” Chizuru sighed, dropping the VHS into her backpack and propping her chin dramatically on her right hand. Mizuiro blinked at her, an adorably innocent, if not bewildered, look on his face. “If only you had different ‘parts’, I’d make that cute face of yours contort for me~!” She grinned and gave the boy’s cheek a quick pet as she made the comment, knowing fully well it would make him blush and scurry away; sure enough, he did just that. A womanizer though he may be, the boy was still absurdly shy around girls his own age.
“W-w-we’ll see you again later, Chizuru-chan.” He said, using Asano as a sort of human shield to back away down the stairwell and back into the school. Chizuru simply giggled and turned to look off the side of the school building. Yes, there were many secrets in Karakura Town… and all the best ones were shared among others. Chizuru was proof of that… or rather, the videotape she would take home and please herself to over and over again was. If anybody were to learn exactly what was on that tape, her reputation would be ruined forever… but the only others in the world who knew about the tape were Asano and Mizuiro, and they had just as much to lose as she did. That was how the best secrets worked; when they were shared and spread among those who had equal shares to gain and lose from their exposure.
((Author’s Note: No, I don’t know if Chizuru Iis actually in that particular class; I just know Ochi-sensei teaches it and it was easiest that way. I do hope you all enjoyed this (rather small) tale… and if you’re interested in reading more, I think I have more planned, but I really can’t decide, so I think, once again, I’ll leave it up to you all to tell me what you think!
If you hadn’t noticed, I intend, for this particular fic, to use the small-time humans who don’t get nearly enough lovin’, like our dear Ochi-sensei. The only ideas I had for other chapters, however, are as follows: Chizuru and Tatsuki, Chizuru and Michiru, or maybe somebody else with Michiru, I haven’t been able to decide whom, and, if you couldn’t already guess from the ending of this chapter, Keigo Asano and Kojima Mizuiro. If you like any of those ideas particularly, please, do tell! And if you have better suggestions, by all means, share! Well, that’s all, mi amigos; fun fappin’ to all of ya!))
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The chatter that filled the third-period Social Studies class went from its usual dull roar to a full fledged shouting match as the clock on the wall began to tic ever closer to the hour-mark, which would sound the bell and send all the students on their way to the lunch period. Yasutora Sado, Kurosaki Ichigo, Ishida Uryuu, and Kunieda Ryo were the only three in the room who bothered to stay silent; Arisawa Tatsuki and Inoue Orihime were conversing regarding their plans for lunch, Tatsuki’s sounding fairly appetizing, and Orihime’s sounding like the sort of lunch spawned from the pits of hell itself. Chizuru was, rather playfully, suggesting to Ogawa Michiru that they skip the rest of the school day to find a good ‘hotel’ to stay at, much to Michiru’s embarrassment, and Chizuru knew it wouldn’t be so easy. Michiru was simply to ‘childish’ to want to go and do such things… yet. But the time would come, she would see to that. The rest of the room was simply filled with background chatter, everybody talking about this, that, or the other, and as the minute hand grew ever closer to the hour-mark, the students stood as one, prepared to leave the room.
“Chizuru-chan, I would like to have a word with you after class~!” Ochi-sensei’s voice, somehow, was easily heard over the din of the crowd, and with a small sigh, Chizuru returned to her seat, receiving wary glances from her nearby friends; what had she done this time, to warrant staying after during lunch? Chizuru certainly wouldn’t say, and bubbly Ochi apparently refused to acknowledge any questions concerning the matter. When the bell rang, ever-crass Ochi quickly ushered the host of the students from the room, locking the door behind them, leaving only herself and Chizuru in the room. The long black braid running down Ochi’s back bounced to and fro as the woman calmly walked back to her desk and, with an ominous, low ‘hum’ in the background of the room, finished grading the fairly short tests that had been done and handed in during the class. When the last test was graded, some four or so minutes later, Ochi-sensei stood from her seat and walked to the front of the desk, giving a soft sigh as she leaned back and sat atop the edge of her own desk. Chizuru sat directly before her in her seat, eyes closed and head slightly bowed. The humming was getting a bit louder as the teacher drew nearer.
“I trust, Chizuru-chan, that you know why I held you after class?”
“I do.”
“Did you, by any chance, bring what you wanted to?”
“I did.” Chizuru leaned down with the last assertion, flipping the flap of her backpack open and rummaging through the few things within before pulling a small camcorder from the bag, setting it on the top of the desk beside her. She didn’t need to look threw the viewfinder to know where she was aiming; she had perfected that art ages ago. It would only require a single button press, and the machine would begin recording, as it should.
“Are you ready, then?”
“I am, Ochi-sensei.” And then, the button was pressed. The machine came to life with a soft ‘click’, and a small red light atop the lens began blinking slowly, about once a second, to signal its recording status. The tape within was brand new and didn’t need to be rewound, which would let what was going to happen, happen that much faster. At the assertion, Ochi gave a gentle sigh before sliding forward and off the desk, wincing just barely as her feet hit the floor with a soft ‘thump’. The assertive movements she’d had just a short bit ago was suddenly gone, her body suddenly shaking slightly; the effects of the thing inside her was finally getting to her. Ochi’s hands went to the button of her pants, easily undoing them, then the zipper, before letting the cloth fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Chizuru’s smile widened as she drank in the sight of her teacher in her pretty little black lace panties, a small circular bulge apparent at the crotch as the humming of the vibrator held inside her became louder with the revelation.
“Please, Chizuru-chan… take care of me… get it ooouut…” Her teacher’s suddenly needy, whimpering voice sent shivers down Chizuru’s spine, her lips opening as she smiled, simply staring at her wanting teacher’s wet panties. The toy had been inserted early this morning, before Chizuru’s own eyes, and how the teacher had lasted this long without making a massive scene before her students was a mystery. Despite her whimpering, Ochi knew this game well; she’d had to play it once or twice before for the wicked red-head, and she loved it just as much as Chizuru did. Biting her lower lip and closing her eyes, Ochi held the hem of her shirt up, her slim waist and fairly wide hips quivering in revealed anticipation. Slowly standing, Chizuru took off her glasses, letting them settle on her desk with a soft tap as she silently slunk toward her aching teacher.
“Naughty Ochi-sensei, you’ve made such a mess of yourself…” Her voice was a teasing purr, and Ochi’s breathing hitched slightly as she felt Chizuru’s hands on her waist, teasing beneath the sides of the fabric of her panties. When the red-haired student leaned forward and used her tongue to slowly push the toy further in, Ochi gasped and squeezed the hem of her shirt tighter, throwing back her head and whimpering; half a day of being teased by the damned vibrator had made her incredibly sensitive, probably because of whatever wild substance the crazy Chizuru had coated the toy in. As her undergarments began to slide down her hips in Chizuru’s hands, Ochi’s whimpering became louder as her aching sex was fully revealed to Chizuru, the cold air of the room, and the camcorder sitting nearby, staring innocently.
“Now, now, Ochi-sensei, you can’t be so sensitive; it isn’t turned up that high~” And then that snake’s tongue caressed the top of Ochi’s sex, the little button barely covered by a small fold of skin; the ‘female erection’ Chizuru was so fond of mentioning. Ochi had to release her shirt and grab the sides of her desk in order to keep from tearing something, had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out as Chizuru began to slowly lap at her, tongue trailing around her most sensitive area, and Chizuru’s devilish fingers catching the vibrator at its base and beginning to slowly plunge it in and out of the quivering, moaning teacher. It took everything Ochi was made of to keep from screaming out as the orgasm ripped through her, exploding out of her and all over Chizuru’s face, the walls of her dripping pussy putting a hard squeeze down on the slick vibrator penetrating her, though Chizuru was able to make it slide forward and back a few times more before she let her kinder side shine through and pulled the toy from her teacher. With that save evil grin as before on her face, Chizuru brought the dildo to her lips, practically purring as she turned the vibrating function off before starting to suck the toy off, cleaning it of Ochi’s sex-liquids, turning to face the camera as she did.
She gave the camcorder a genuine sultry look as she began to ‘blow’ the toy, her left hand starting to fondle her own breast as she did so, excited by the show she’d made her teacher put on. Somebody would be getting their money’s worth from this. She almost shuddered as her left hand began deftly undoing the buttons of her school uniform, the bow about her neck already lying on the floor; in seconds her blouse was wide open, revealing the girl with C-cup breasts had gone bra-less once again. Moaning around the prosthetic in her mouth, Chizuru was almost caught by surprise when the suddenly rejuvenated Ochi slid down behind her, her arms coming around Chizuru’s sides, allowing her hands to shove Chizuru’s out of the way, cupping the student’s breasts and massaging them slowly, roughly, palming the hard nubs standing at attention, showing the girl the same rough love she’d just been shown.
“Chizuru-chan, you’ve gotten so much bigger!” Ochi purred into her ear, making the red-head shiver again, both her hands focusing on keeping the base of the dildo hold still as she continued sucking it off for the camera. Grinning, Ochi slowly dragged her tongue along Chizuru’s jaw line, her hands pulling away from Chizuru’s chest enough to allow her to drag her fingernails over the firm flesh of the girl’s breasts, drawing a muffled moan from the girl. “Oh, you like that, hm~?” Ochi grinned and gently nipped the lobe of Chizuru’s left ear as her fingernails slowly played with the student’s nipples before sliding down to simply remove the offending shirt altogether. As the clothes fell to the floor, Ochi’s hand rose and gingerly took the dildo out of Chizuru’s mouth, the signal for the girl to turn around. Smiling to the camera, Ochi rose her hands straight up, letting the red haired student easily slide the shirt up and over her head, off of her body, leaving her in a black silk bra to match the lace panties in a pile on the floor not a foot away.
The black bra came away with a snap, Chizuru having simply torn them off at the front, tossing the material to the floor before diving forward, showering Ochi’s fairly larger breasts in kisses, making the teacher moan and coo softly, smiling wickedly as she slowly, teasingly, slid backward. Chizuru’s upper body moved with her, making the girl slant her bare back forward, raising her back end onto her knees for the camera to get a good shot of her still-covered back side. Leaning over the back of Chizuru, gasping softly as the girl gave a gentle nip to one of the sensitive nipples, Ochi grinned to the camera as she slowly began to slide up Chizuru’s skirt; as the back of the material pooled on Chizuru’s lower back, the camera came to learn that Chizuru seemed to dislike underwear in its entirety, as none was present beneath the skirt either. Moaning as Chizuru began sucking harder on one of her breasts harder, Ochi leaned forward a bit further before her right hand, still-slick sex toy at the ready, disappeared over Chizuru’s back and arched up to slowly caress her as-yet unheeded cunt. The red head twitched as the warm toy caressed her lips before slowly pushing inward, just enough to be felt, before Ochi paused entirely for a few moments.
In a single, swift movement, the toy was turned to full vibration speed and then slammed deep into Chizuru’s unexpecting sex, causing her to break her hold on Ochi’s breasts and wail, back arching as her head flew upward, eyes shot open in shock. Seizing the girl’s hair in her right hand, Ochi pulled her close to her, giving her a deep, rough kiss; their breasts crushed together as their tongues wrestled, their eyes clenched shut as they began slowly rubbing against each other, moaning and gasping into each other’s lips. Ochi bucked her hips several times, causing the toy to further jab into Chizuru, making the younger girl break the kiss and moan into the air, fingers balling into tight fists as her back arched completely, body fully pressed into Ochi’s.
Without a word, the teacher took the initiative over the student, pushing her to the ground onto her back, straddling the girl’s hips, grinning like a wild cat. Her fingers deftly caught the vibrator and pulled it out of Chizuru’s sex, instead pressing the wildly vibrating thing fully against the lips of the student’s cunt, before her own pussy pressed down on it as well. Both moaning in unison, Ochi began grinding against the vibrator, and against Chizuru in turn, who bumped and rubbed right back. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, Ochi threw her head back as her hands both grabbed Chizuru’s breasts, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she began violently riding the girl, moaning and gasping right before the camera, her large breasts bouncing forward and back with every movement, her hair tousled and wild. Both women began to gasp and hitch their breath in unison, and at once, they both gave wild, animalistic screams as they suddenly seized, spasming and quivering as they coated both the vibrator and each other’s waists in their cum, their breath caught in their throats. As the orgasms came to and end, Ochi groaned and fell to her side, panting hard, breasts heaving, as the vibrator fell from between the two of them and rolled about, buzzing and humming as it knew to do. Their eyes glazed and grinning at each other, teacher and student brought each other close for another deep, rough kiss, crushing their bodies together, Chizuru’s skirt thoroughly dirtied, Ochi’s floor in desperate need of a good cleaning.
“You two look like idiots.” Chizuru sighed as Keigo Asano and Kojima Mizuiro appeared on the school rooftop, wearing large trench coats, fedora caps, and large, fake mustaches. They drew more attention then otherwise in the incredibly phony ‘incognito’ disguises, and Chizuru almost didn’t want to do business with them. Almost. But they had something she wanted, and she vice versa, so the business deal would remain so long as they both kept giving each other what they wanted.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry…” Asano muttered, not bothering to get rid of his ‘disguise’ regardless. Mizuiro, on the other hand, knew how to take a hint, and the fedora, mustache, and coat were gone, much to the horror of Asano.
“Do you have it, then?”
“Would I have called you two idiots up here if I didn’t?” She snapped at the boy, rolling her eyes as she produced a VHS, made only last night of the exploits from the day before, from her back pack. Mizuiro nodded and, in turn, gave her a VHS from his own backpack. It was dated technology, sure, but it had a sort of… genuine feel to it. That, and the VHS’s were so cheap, they couldn’t really feel bad about destroying the videos, if they had to.
“It’s a shame really.” Chizuru sighed, dropping the VHS into her backpack and propping her chin dramatically on her right hand. Mizuiro blinked at her, an adorably innocent, if not bewildered, look on his face. “If only you had different ‘parts’, I’d make that cute face of yours contort for me~!” She grinned and gave the boy’s cheek a quick pet as she made the comment, knowing fully well it would make him blush and scurry away; sure enough, he did just that. A womanizer though he may be, the boy was still absurdly shy around girls his own age.
“W-w-we’ll see you again later, Chizuru-chan.” He said, using Asano as a sort of human shield to back away down the stairwell and back into the school. Chizuru simply giggled and turned to look off the side of the school building. Yes, there were many secrets in Karakura Town… and all the best ones were shared among others. Chizuru was proof of that… or rather, the videotape she would take home and please herself to over and over again was. If anybody were to learn exactly what was on that tape, her reputation would be ruined forever… but the only others in the world who knew about the tape were Asano and Mizuiro, and they had just as much to lose as she did. That was how the best secrets worked; when they were shared and spread among those who had equal shares to gain and lose from their exposure.
((Author’s Note: No, I don’t know if Chizuru Iis actually in that particular class; I just know Ochi-sensei teaches it and it was easiest that way. I do hope you all enjoyed this (rather small) tale… and if you’re interested in reading more, I think I have more planned, but I really can’t decide, so I think, once again, I’ll leave it up to you all to tell me what you think!
If you hadn’t noticed, I intend, for this particular fic, to use the small-time humans who don’t get nearly enough lovin’, like our dear Ochi-sensei. The only ideas I had for other chapters, however, are as follows: Chizuru and Tatsuki, Chizuru and Michiru, or maybe somebody else with Michiru, I haven’t been able to decide whom, and, if you couldn’t already guess from the ending of this chapter, Keigo Asano and Kojima Mizuiro. If you like any of those ideas particularly, please, do tell! And if you have better suggestions, by all means, share! Well, that’s all, mi amigos; fun fappin’ to all of ya!))