Bleach (Chapter 15: The Fated Battle) Soul Society Intrusion Arc

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The magnificent Sokyoku Hill had just been destroyed, and the various factions within Seireitei were instantly on edge, ready to clash at any moment.
Some areas had even begun symbolic exchanges of blows.
On Sokyoku Hill, Byakuya and Ichigo exchanged Shunpo strikes, probing each other's strengths. The powerful spiritual pressure terrified
the novice Shinigami around them, causing them to roll on the ground in fear. Byakuya's swordplay was sharp and decisive, each move aimed directly at
vital points with clean, crisp precision. Ichigo, on the other hand, moved with expansive,
powerful strokes, his parries as steady as Mount Tai, occasionally using Byakuya's momentum to launch his own attacks, gradually gaining the upper hand.
"Now I can see you, Kuchiki Byakuya."
Byakuya launched a series of Shunpo attacks, even using combinations of Shunpo to strike from various tricky angles, all of which
were steadily neutralized by Ichigo. While Byakuya was somewhat surprised, compared to his own extraordinary strength, it was
n't a world-shaking change. Since a straightforward attack wouldn't decide the outcome, he would unleash even greater power
to defeat him.
"Scattered, Senbonzakura!"
Byakuya used Shunpo to rush towards Ichigo, unleashing a thousand consecutive slashes. His blades seemed to vanish instantly, replaced
by a chilling killing intent that materialized into countless pink blades, all hurtling towards Ichigo. Facing this overwhelming pink waterfall, Ichigo remained calm and composed, assuming his stance. His blue spiritual pressure gathered at the blade, and 　　he unleashed
a simple, straightforward strike. 　　 "Getsuga Tenshou!" 　　 A massive blue crescent moon burst forth, its impact thwarted by the countless pink blades. Byakuya's expression changed drastically; 　　he instantly used Shunpo to the left and back, deflecting the blue crescent moon to the right and back with his own blade. Getsuga 　　Tenshou flew out, cleaving the entire Sōgyō-gō in two. Byakuya's right hand was split open, crimson blood 　　flowing down the blade and onto the ground. Byakuya was secretly surprised. This attack wasn't a simple slash, but rather 　　a high-speed vibration generated by the rapidly flying spiritual pressure. The afterimage produced by the high-speed slash alone was simply not enough to withstand it. So 　　… 　　 “Kurosaki Ichigo, your progress is astonishing. Then I will kill you with the utmost respect. 　　Bankai, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.” 　　 Byakuya's Zanpakuto completely disappeared into thin air, transforming into countless pink blades of light. The overwhelming sword intent seemed 　　to be tangible, making Ichigo feel a sense of fear mixed with excitement. He subconsciously took a Shunpo step backward, 　　flashing away from his original spot. He discovered that the rocks within a radius of several meters centered on that spot had turned to dust, forming a large crater. 　　Ichigo dared not be careless. A powerful spiritual pressure first erupted from his body, then pressed back onto the blade, transforming into a slender battle sword. 　　 “Bankai, Tensa Zangetsu.” 　　 Central 46 Chamber. Hinamori Momo opened the door with a heavy heart and walked in. 　　 A dilapidated house in Seireitei. Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro faced off against Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni for a long time, unwilling to 　　start a fight rashly. The old man Yamamoto also frowned, seemingly searching for a suitable reason to explain their 　　actions. Ise Nanao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't resist making her move first, calmly calculating her own moves. 　　 "Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, his spiritual pressure is indeed formidable. Although we have 　　two captains on our side, it doesn't guarantee victory. There's only one thing I can do: wear him down..." 　　 Nanao's hands turned icy blue, radiating a chilling aura. Her left hand untied her kimono's obi, her right hand loosened her upper garment, 　　revealing her high, firm breasts. She assumed a stance, preparing to use Shunpo to seduce the Captain-Commander. Unexpectedly, a tremendous 　　spiritual pressure struck, burning Nanao's body with heat, her eyes glazed. Her clitoris and breasts swelled with blood, painfully throbbing, and 　　she could only barely manage to relieve the sudden sexual arousal by teasing herself with her hands. Her vagina had also lost its function; 　　the copious amounts of vaginal fluid that should have flowed out were instead trapped inside her body, and her lower body was only convulsing incessantly with dry orgasms. Before she could even take a step, 　　Nanao had already fainted from the continuous orgasms. 　　 Kyoraku tenderly picked up Nanao, and with a single instant step, covered several miles away, gently placing her on the ground. Seeing that she 　　was unharmed, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then used another instant step to return. Nanao lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face, murmuring 　　, "Don't go, Kyoraku-sama." 　　 "That was a beautiful instant step; it seems you can travel quite a distance in a single step," 　　 Yamamoto couldn't help but praise as he saw Kyoraku return calmly. 　　 "Thank you." 　　 The old man paid no heed to Kyoraku's gloomy face and began to speak eloquently, like an elderly man 　　telling stories of children. His deep voice echoed in the wind: "Both of you have always been exceptionally strong. Although 　　you are fond of women and frivolous in your behavior, Kyoraku Shunsui is meticulous and better at seeing the truth than anyone else. Ukitake Jushiro, though 　　physically weak, is kind and popular, always the center of attention. Once you join the battle, 　　your strength is extraordinary, unmatched by any of your peers. You have lofty ambitions and constantly hone your skills. You two have accumulated 　　strength and were the first students to become captains after I founded the academy. I am very proud..." "You are like my sons 　　. I have always believed that although our aspirations differ, our 'path' is still the same. But now I am very distressed. 　　No one can forgive those who ignore justice." 　　 For some reason, Jushiro's chest was filled with grief and indignation, and he couldn't help but shout, " 　　You are the one who taught us to uphold our own justice. You are the one who taught us to fight for it, teacher." 　　 Yamamoto was unmoved: "What a joke. You don't even care about the justice of the world, so what kind of justice do you have?" Kyoraku 　　 was very rational and suddenly asked, "Then what is the so-called justice of the world, 　　Genryusai-sensei?" 　　 "Rukia committed adultery with a human and disrupted the order of Soul Society. She deserves to die. If we let it go, all 　　the Shinigami will descend to the mortal world. Will they rebel?" 　　 "If the old order is wrong, we can just establish a new one. Since the world can allow her to exist, why can't we 　　!" 　　 The master and disciple were at loggerheads, and there was no way to reconcile. The arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. Yamamoto closed his eyes, taking a deep 　　breath. "Looks like talking is pointless. Let's settle this with a real fight, brats." 　　 The three of them simultaneously unleashed their Shikai. The clash of immense spiritual pressure instantly turned the air tense and deadly. 　　 "Let the waves be my shield, and lightning my blade. Pisces Rin."

"Flowers flutter in the wind, the flower goddess weeps. Heavenly winds rage, the heavenly demon laughs. Flower Heaven Mad Bones."
The two wielded four swords, their movements incomparably magnificent, faintly exuding the aura of immortals. Yet, even so, once Yamamoto unleashed his flames, the two
could only be engulfed by the endless flames, each holding their ground, stubbornly confronting each other. If the flames of the Twin Peaks were like sharp blades,
then Yamamoto's flames were like the deep sea, a surging, towering inferno that instilled a deep-seated fear in the hearts of all. The transcendent
spiritual pressure relentlessly eroded, making the opponent's spiritual pressure scorch as well, a heat capable of scorching the sky, causing even the clouds to
dissipate. Wherever the battle blade passed, everything turned to ashes. It was the strongest and oldest Zanpakuto in Soul Society
…
"All things return to dust, Ryujin Jakka."
"Long time no see, Soi Fon."
At the foot of Twin Peaks. The dark-skinned, naked woman, Yoruichi Shihouin, was playfully watching the Second Division Captain,
Soi Fon, whose expression was complex. Soi Fon's face darkened. She took a quick step and followed up with a spinning kick. Yoruichi wasn't to be outdone, turning and delivering
a spinning kick in return. However, compared to Soi Fon in her clothes, Yoruichi was far more pleasing to the eye. Her naked, dark, and muscular body
displayed a generous and sexy healthy beauty in the constant spinning and striking. The perfect combination of strength and beauty both
inspired endless imagination and made her seem untouchable. Soi Fon, dressed in her captain's uniform and
looking thin and frail, was clearly at a disadvantage from every angle.
Soi Fon grew increasingly frustrated, constantly being overpowered by Yoruichi. Suddenly, Soi Fon was a step too slow and Yoruichi
delivered a powerful kick to her face. Startled, Soi Fon staggered back, landing on a tree branch and spitting.
"Your martial arts have declined somewhat, Soi Fon,"
Yoruichi said seductively, giving Soi Fon a flirtatious wink.
Soi Fon, already struggling in the fight, was further enraged by this provocation. Narrowing her eyes, Soi Fon glared menacingly at
Yoruichi before launching her attack. Yoruichi, expecting another hand-to-hand combat, calmly met the attack in mid-air
. Unexpectedly, Soi Fon suddenly drew her sword. In a flash, Yoruichi turned and saw a branch
growing incongruously behind her. She instantly spun around and kicked, sending a masked man in black crashing to the ground in pain. Yoruichi used
the force of the kick to spin back into the air. But she was too late; Soi Fon was already grinning lewdly beside her
.
"Sting to the death, Suzumebachi!"
Soi Fon's short sword vanished into thin air, and her right middle finger transformed into a sharp, golden point, aimed straight for Yoruichi's heart.
Yoruichi swayed in the air, avoiding Suzumebachi's consecutive stings, then kicked Soi Fon in the face
and fled. Her nipples, stung by Suzumebachi, blossomed with butterfly-shaped honeycomb patterns.
Soi Fon, with a smug look on her face, leisurely mocked Yoruichi: "This is the difference between you and me.
Once the commander of a military corps draws his sword, it signifies the start of an execution drill. Anyone who opposes the commander is a target for elimination.
You have nowhere to run, Yoruichi. Obediently submit to me, and I will make you experience ecstasy."
Yoruichi didn't care about anything else and just ran for her life. The honeycomb patterns on her breasts, stimulated by Soi Fon, constantly
stimulated her nipples, causing her breasts to swell and become engorged. Masked black-clad ninjas appeared in mid-air from time to time to block her path. They
were not easy to deal with, and it usually took three to five moves to defeat them. Then, Soi Fon would sting them, and they would escape by another route. After
several such exchanges, Yoruichi's buttocks, face, and genitals were also covered with honeycomb patterns. Her two huge breasts were already
swollen to their limit, and milk flowed out as she ran, dripping from mid-air and nourishing the soil. Yoruichi's lust
was gradually pushed to its limit. A slight blush appeared on her dark face. She lost her footing on a branch, falling face-down,
milk dripping from her breasts, to the ground.
"This is the price you pay for abandoning me, Yoruichi. Men, take her!"
she said. Dozens of ninjas rushed out of the forest, pulling out their long-awaited, potent penises, and
began to toy with Yoruichi with all their might. One ninja, with a whip covered in countless suction cups, thrust it directly into Yoruichi's mouth, relentlessly controlling his
suction cups to make her tongue and lips lick and suck—a truly shameful act. Two burly men grabbed Yoruichi's
breasts, suckling and kneading them with practiced rhythm, clearly skilled milkers with years of experience.
Another man, his penis vibrating, rode on Yoruichi's stomach, manipulating her cleavage in rhythm with their actions.
She moaned incoherently, her mouth still full of penises, trying to escape, but this only
fueled their lust, making them squeeze even harder for her milk. Two other men
pounded Yoruichi's feet with their hot penises, scalding her so much she couldn't pull them away, the heat shooting from her toes through her body . She didn't
realize that her futile struggles only widened her openings.
The Wood Release ninja, who had been knocked unconscious, was enraged and, disregarding his own pleasure, transformed his penis
into a thick tree branch, relentlessly thrusting it into her still-virgin anus. Even Yoruichi's tough skin couldn't
escape the fate of being torn apart, the bark stained with blood.
Compared to a man's direct penetration, Soi Fon's delicate techniques were chilling. The sharp wasp entered
Yoruichi's vagina, but instead of immediately piercing her skin, she controlled the force of her hand, letting the wasp's stinger
wander freely, constantly arousing Yoruichi's lust and fear.
"You should know very well, Yoruichi. The power of this wasp technique." The
sharp touch sent shivers down Yoruichi's spine, yet her clitoris involuntarily swelled with blood. Soi
Fon, a womanizer of countless men, naturally knew her limits and began stimulating her G-spot. Playing with her vagina was already terrifying enough,
but now her clitoris was being teased, forcing Yoruichi to seek a solution. However, the intense orgasm left
her no time to think; her love juices gushed from her lower body like a fountain, spraying Soi Fon's face, and the wasp stung her again…
Soi Fon withdrew her hand, signaling her subordinates to throw her face-down to the ground, stepping on Yoruichi's head to make her face hit the ground.
Yoruichi couldn't care less about anything else. She could only curl up and kneel at her feet, reaching her arms into her vagina, trying
to relieve something, or perhaps probing for something—it was all in vain. Only her already overflowing love juices
flowed out in streams from her lower body. Soi Fon looked at her with satisfaction, stepping on her with a noble air, pityingly announcing her fate
.
"Double-hit kill complete form. No longer a simple death, but two orgasms in the same place or in succession."
From now on, the opponent's spiritual pressure will be completely suppressed, and they will obey all commands of the Suzume-bachi owner, including death. And
as long as the owner's consciousness remains, the effect will not disappear. "Noble Miss Shihouin, from today onwards you are
my flesh slave at my feet, hahahaha..."
Soi Fon kicked Yoruichi to the ground, then kicked her arm out. Soi Fon first knelt on the ground and
lovingly licked Yoruichi's love juice clean, then stood up and looked at her contemptuously, stomping hard on her vulva. Finally,
she knelt down peacefully on one knee and inserted the Suzume-bachi into her vagina again, piercing Yoruichi's clitoris.
Soi Fon had finally won. She was now like a happy woman again, with a look of satisfaction and intoxication, finally able to
spend her life with her lover. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm. Startled awake, Soi Fon
stared at Yoruichi in disbelief, looking at her playful and confident smile. Could it be...
"You guessed right. It's the Anti-Demon."
Yoruichi grabbed Soi Fon's limp arm, slowly pulled it out of her vagina, and then stepped back a distance.
Soi Fon, lost in thought, remained motionless. She unleashed a reversed Kido, using spiritual pressure far exceeding her opponent's, to destroy
their Kido. Was she really that much weaker? This was impossible!
Yoruichi had regained control, even showing signs of advancing further: "Hmm? Unwilling to accept it? It seems
necessary to let you know that although I relinquished the position of Legion Commander, I didn't relinquish my position as the God of Flash. Flash
Boom!"
A massive surge of spiritual pressure erupted from Yoruichi's shoulders and back, colliding and creating numerous small lightning bolts. In the blink of an eye, Yoruichi
vanished. Almost simultaneously, dozens of ninjas were kicked, clutching their groins and flying backward. Soi Fon, her bravado masking her fear,
attacked Yoruichi, but Yoruichi gently took her hand, rendering her completely immobile.
"Long time no see. You've become stronger, Soi Fon."
Facing the venomous gaze of Soi Fon, Yoruichi tenderly kissed her forehead, instantly shattering the hatred built up over centuries
. Soi Fon, utterly exhausted, knelt at Yoruichi's feet, humbly kissing them, never to speak of the past again.
"Yoruichi-sama.
"

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