Bleach

I don't remember how I got here. Fragments of chaotic memories flash through my mind, strange images appearing intermittently: I remember being a soldier who, after leaving the military, made a fortune through a gamble during the financial crisis. Recognizing the weaknesses in Chinese animation and fueled by my youthful ideals, I acquired several comic book companies in Europe, America, Korea, and Japan. Later, I visited the Japanese branch, seemingly arriving at the home of an artist named Okubo Tite, who was under contract with the company. Then… there was a vague explosion… and then I vaguely remember ending up here. Where exactly is this place?

First, I traversed an endless desert, then arrived in this utterly dark world. I don't remember how long I walked, only that there seemed to be a bright light ahead, as if I were getting closer to the exit. Tired of the darkness, the moment I stepped into the light, my vision was filled with a white flash, my mind went blank, only to be flooded with strange memories:

In the explosion and fire, a guy named Kubo Tite, covered in blood, wearing a strange black kimono, holding an ancient and peculiar samurai sword with only half a blade remaining, slowly crawled to my side, touched my forehead with the hilt of the sword, and said something strange: "Boss, this is the only thing I can do for you before I die." "It's over. Besides, this knife is an ancient knife forged in China, so it's been returned to its rightful owner."

Then came another blurry scene. I saw a man in a black trench coat fighting a group of enormous monsters. Each monster, though varying in size, always wore a strange skull-like mask. In the bloody battle, countless giant monsters fell, their blood staining the desert red sand, leaving only the dim moonlight in the night and the man's proud back. His back was so familiar. He slowly turned around, revealing that face, that blood-stained face, those emotionless yet supremely majestic eyes!

"Yo, you're awake." A rough voice called out.

All around me were dark yellow wooden houses, and I was lying on a tatami mat in the spacious room. Not far from me sat a young man with a floral headscarf.

"You've been unconscious for three days and three nights, and you've finally woken up. Hey, who are you? Which street are you from? I've never seen you before. This place is so hard to find, how did you manage to get here? Honestly, you just had to collapse on my doorstep."

"I... I don't seem to remember much. My mind is a complete mess right now." I wasn't lying; my memory was indeed a jumbled mess. I couldn't distinguish one thing from another, only strange fragments of memories occasionally flashing through my mind.

"You bastard, can't you just be honest! Are you some kind of troublemaker sent by some street gang?!" The man was clearly dissatisfied with my answer. He stood up and shouted impatiently, pulling out a broken, ancient samurai sword from somewhere. "Hey, you're unconscious and you're still holding this broken sword. I don't know where you got it, but the quality is pretty good. It's clearly an old thing you dug out of some antique collection. It's obviously a fighting weapon. Tell me! Who are you... Ouch, sis!"

"Idiot, who talks to a patient like that? Don't you know I saved this person?!"

Suddenly, a young woman with fair skin and a voluptuous figure, dressed in a red top and white skirt, stomped the man under her foot and scolded loudly, "I think you haven't been training hard enough lately." Then, she increased the force of her stomps several more times.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I'm Shiba Kukaku, and this is my good-for-nothing younger brother, Shiba Ganju. The day before yesterday, early in the morning, I found you unconscious near my house and rescued you."

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it yet. You...you really don't remember who you are?" Shiba Kukaku murmured softly.

"I...I am..." I began to recall, but the harder I tried, the more my head ached. Only jumbled fragments floated in my mind. My hands gradually gripped my hair tightly, and my head drooped, but the pain did not lessen at all... "I...I am..."

"Hey, are you alright?" At this moment, Shiba Kukaku and her brother asked anxiously. They had been suspicious from the beginning, and now they were even more suspicious. It wasn't because of Shiba Ganju's probing words earlier, but because the man's distorted face looked exactly like a loved one who had passed away.

"Brother..." The Shiba siblings cried out in their hearts simultaneously. The man before them gradually merged with their loved one, their height and build nearly identical, his face, though dirty and disheveled, vaguely recognizable. Their true motivation for saving him was that their long-lost relative had returned. Shiba Kukaku could no longer bear it; her mouth opened, trembling as she tried to utter that syllable... "I remember my name, it's Yi Feng." She finally remembered something and said, "I am Yi Feng, I am Chinese, I should be dead right now." "

..." The Shiba siblings' desire was abruptly crushed; unable to speak, they lowered their heads.

As expected... At this moment, I wanted to say something, but an emotion prevented me from speaking. And so, the strange gears of fate began to turn once more...

And so, I ended up staying at the Shiba family's residence. I found it strange; the family members always looked at me with a peculiar emotion, as if they hadn't seen a relative in a long time. Even the two servants had the same look in their eyes. Once, Kinhiko even called me by another name, "Lord Kaien." It was only then that I began to speculate, until someone who called me "Brother Kaien," named Miyamoto Taichi, didn't dare tell me too much, and gradually I learned the whole story, and the history of the Shiba family. The Shiba family was once a prominent family in Soul Society, but unfortunately, their fortunes declined, and they fell from the center of Seireitei to become an ordinary family on the outskirts. But the family didn't give up; that was the current head of the family—Shiba Kaien. His exceptional potential, considerable spiritual pressure, and outstanding learning ability allowed him to complete the six-year curriculum of the Shinigami Academy in just two years. Within five years, he became the vice-captain of the 13th Division, managing the division despite Captain Ukitake's chronic illness. He had a loving and devoted wife, a cheerful, enthusiastic, and free-spirited personality. He was very sentimental, somewhat carefree, and known for his agility. He was gentle and caring towards his wife, deeply respected and supportive of his captain, and showed his subordinates the warmth of a friend and the care of an elder brother. Yet, this seemingly perfect man died alongside his wife.

I began to understand them, even felt some sympathy, but I knew that military life, the hardships of starting a business, and the treachery of the world had long since changed my heart. I wasn't a good person, perhaps long ago. Yet, I surprisingly felt a desire to protect them. Seriously, I'm a true-blue Chinese; how could I protect people with Japanese surnames? Despite this, our relationship began to become more amicable. However, the way Shiba Kukaku, the current mistress of the Shiba family, looked at me became increasingly strange, seemingly more than just the way she looked at her brother. But I never imagined things would develop that way.

Just when this story seemed to be going far off course in my eyes, it truly began.

For the past dozen or so nights, I've been having hazy dreams. In the mornings, I always feel a few strands of long hair on my pillow, and there seems to be a strange smell in the bedding—a very sweet smell, and also a decadent smell. I know what it is, but I dare not think about it; it shouldn't be possible.

Shiba Ganju went out with his underlings again tonight. It seems we've been very active lately; it seems we've had some kind of competition with another gang in the neighborhood. I remember that for the past two weeks, we didn't come home for several nights in a row, and even Kinhiko and Ginhiko were taken away with us.

Those nights... I had a feeling that during that time, I was like a different person, no, I've been like that for a long time, and it seems that when I meet that person, I become a different person... Shiba Kukaku, although usually carefree, bold, violent, and with an unchallenged authority—a bit like a savage girlfriend—has a strikingly handsome face beneath her tousled hairstyle, giving her a unique charm. At 1.7 meters tall, she possesses a pair of enormous breasts, at least an H-cup, that are irresistibly captivating. Her fair and smooth skin is so natural, and she usually wears a red, deep V-neck, sleeveless top, creating a strong visual impact. Below, a beige skirt reveals a pair of long, alluring legs. Unfortunately, her almost masculine demeanor, violent nature, and unchallenged authority, more importantly, make her... But some things cannot be avoided, just like tonight, right here in my room.

We passionately kissed, sucking each other's tongues, our hands frantically exploring each other's bodies. We sat on the edge of the tatami bed, playing with each other, passionately kissing, caressing, touching, and exploring every inch of each other's skin. Before we knew it, we were completely naked. In a passionate embrace, we slowly lay down on the tatami bed. While kissing, I inserted two fingers into Kūkaku's wet, lustful vagina, stirring them around.

Kūkaku, aroused by my teasing, became incredibly wet, her body writhing like a snake. She let out wanton moans: "Oh... um... ah... brother... my vagina is so itchy..." I then knelt between Kūkaku's legs, lowered my head, and pressed my lips to my sister's vulva, licking her labia with my tongue, stroking her soft, fine pubic hair with my hands, and gently biting her clitoris with my teeth.

Sora felt a surge of pleasure rush to her heart, and involuntarily began to twist her waist and sway her hips, spreading her legs wider and raising her plump buttocks higher, making her vulva more prominent, so that I could suck and lick her juices more thoroughly, while she moaned lewdly.

"Oh... um... ah... brother... um... oh... lick... lick again... oh... lick harder... put it in a little more... ah... suck harder... ah... my pussy is so uncomfortable... oh... my pussy... it's so uncomfortable... ouch... my pussy is so itchy... oh... so itchy... good brother... no... oh... don't lick anymore... um... oh... ah... brother... ah... my vagina is so itchy... I... can't take it anymore... I... want... ah... you... put your penis... in... insert it into my pussy... faster... faster... ah..."

I was also at the point of high lust, and hearing Sora's lewd moans, without saying a word I flipped over and pressed down on Sora, holding my penis and pushing it into Sora's vagina. With a thrust of my hips, a soft "plop" was heard as my long-awaited, rock-hard penis entered Kūkaku's vagina and began to pump.

Kūkaku arched her buttocks, welcoming each impact of my thick, fleshy rod, and moaned with pleasure: "Ah... good brother... fuck me... oh... I... brother... oh... oh... fuck me hard... fuck your sister to death... oh... so good... ah... brother... fucking your sister... oh... oh... sister is so happy... oh... oh... I want brother to insert into my vagina... oh... oh... brother, insert it quickly... oh... oh... brother... please... fuck me... fuck your bad sister to death... oh..."

Filled with a strong sense of conquest, I thrust deep into Kūkaku's vagina, constantly changing the angle of insertion to ensure that each thrust gave her a continuous impact.

"Ah... my beloved brother... hurry... thrust... thrust harder... your cock... is so hard... so thick... so long... it feels so good... thrust it all the way in... oh... that's it... wow... wow... so beautiful... it's hitting my G-spot... oh... heavens... brother... you're going to fuck me to death... oh..."

Gasps and moans filled the air as Kong He cried out ecstatically, twisting her hips and gripping me tightly with both hands, her thighs pressed together, clamping my penis between them.

I felt like my penis was being sucked in by a suction cup, it was so uncomfortable. My sister's juices soaked her entire lower body. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and began to thrust, this time deeper. With each thrust, Kong He cried out ecstatically, so wanton, especially when my penis was pulled out, her vagina had a suction force that pulled my penis back in.

"Ah...so good...oh...little sister...your little hole is squeezing me so well...oh...so comfortable...ah..."

I thrust and pounded relentlessly, and Kukaku felt my big cock going in and out of her hole, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her vagina began to instinctively suck on the cock inside her, her legs hooked around my waist, and her hands grabbed my buttocks, squeezing them inwards. Her hips rose and swayed from time to time.

"Ah...oh...so good...my brother...you're making me feel like I'm going to heaven...ah...fuck me...ah...I'm going to come...oh...I...can't...take it anymore...ah...I'm going to die...oh...you're hitting my cervix again...ah...my good brother...um...I'm going to come...oh...brother...oh...oh...fuck me harder...fuck your own little sister to death...ah ah ah...I'm going to die...I'm going to heaven...I'm going to cum...I'm cumming...ah..."

Kukaku felt a burning sensation in her cervix, and a gush of hot semen shot out. Her whole body went limp, and she collapsed onto the tatami bed.

"Oh...oh...I'm fucking you...Kuukaku...oh! I'm going to cum too! Oh...I'm about to cum...ah..."

I increased the speed of my thrusts, and after an hour of extremely frantic, linear acceleration, I finally felt a chill down my spine, my body trembled, my glans felt hot, and the thick semen that had been building up for so long gushed out, shooting my sperm deep into Kuukaku's uterus.

Gasping...I caressed Kuukaku's smooth back. The usually generous, bold, and even somewhat violent Kuukaku was clinging to me like a little bird, though she never used that mechanical arm to hold me.

“I just want to feel you with my own body.” Her hair was slightly disheveled, and a blush was clearly visible on her face. “Was I a little too wanton just now…?”

“I like it,” I said, looking at the beauty in my arms, licking the beads of sweat from her face. “No matter what you’re like, I like you. Actually, I discovered this in my past life: whenever I have sex with a woman, she always unconsciously becomes like this during sex.” This was the truth. In my past life, the women I was involved with would always become somewhat wanton in bed; but this kind of wantonness was rare. Could this be a unique physique and feeling of women from Japan?

“You really resemble him,” Kukaku said, looking at my face. “Sometimes you really are exactly like my brother. Making love with you always feels taboo, like being fucked by my brother.”

“Unfortunately, I am not him, nor am I his substitute.” I began to fondle Kukaku’s body with my hands, especially her astonishing size—at least an H-cup. Her voluptuous breasts were played with incessantly in my hands, changing their shapes. "I'll take your virginity." And it was here that I had my first time, my first time as her, I silently repeated to myself.

"No...no, you're getting better and better lately." Kukaku began to writhe again, her intense excitement growing stronger. Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and she let out a loud moan.

By then, I already had that bright red strawberry in my mouth, my left hand playing with the strawberry on Kukaku's other large breast, while my right hand was already skillfully exploring her vagina, stirring up streams of vaginal fluid.

With each attack of my fingers, Kukaku screamed. Her body gradually went limp on the floor, convulsing with each attack of my fingers.

Holding my penis, and grasping Kukaku's high, round buttocks, I thrust my large penis into her vagina from behind, beginning to pump wildly.

Konghe smiled seductively at me and said, "Hehe! Your big meat stick is so thick and long, it's just the right way to thrust into me... Oh... Oh... Okay... Harder."

I also held Konghe's slender waist with both hands and kept thrusting forward with force.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...so good...you're so good...your...big cock...yes...that's it...I'm going crazy...thrust...in...harder...ah...so good...yes...harder...so comfortable...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me...come on...yes...that's it...ah...ah...so comfortable...oh...god...that's it..."

At this moment, Kukaku was like a wanton bitch under the thrusting of my cock, shaking her head and swaying her hips to meet the thrusting of my thick cock. Kukaku's beautiful breasts rippled with the constant collision of our bodies, which further stimulated my desire. I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting, making our bodies collide even more violently, bringing Kukaku to the brink of orgasm!

"Ah...mmm...ah...I love...this...being...from...behind...by...a penis...the...feeling...a...big penis...is...penetrating...me...it...is...so good...ah...just like this...I'm going crazy...thrust...in...harder...ah...so good...so comfortable...yes...fuck me to death like this...fuck me to death with your penis...yes...yes...fuck me...come...yes...just like this...ah...ah...so comfortable..."

At this moment, it was completely unbelievable that the usually violent and unapproachable Kūkaku could be so lewd and seductive, moaning and groaning so loudly when in bed. She was truly the best bed slut in men's eyes.

After I thrust my penis in and out hundreds of times, Kūkaku was moaning and groaning, her round buttocks shaking wildly, and the bed was already soaked with a large area of her constantly flowing vaginal fluid.

At this moment, the swaying of Kukaku's round buttocks was getting slower and slower. I knew she was about to reach her climax, so I reached out and kneaded her large breasts incessantly, while my penis thrust in and out rapidly.

"Ah...I...Oh...Ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum...Um...I'm going to cum...Oh~...Oh...Oh..."

"Hehe...You're already cumming after just this much...But I'm still going to last a long time..." I smiled smugly and continued thrusting my penis in and out of Kukaku's vagina.

"Um...Your penis is so thick...Oh...It feels so good to fuck this slut..."

I cupped Kukaku's high, round buttocks in my hands, neglecting her pair of large, firm breasts. Watching them sway up and down with Kukaku's movements, I leaned her body back slightly and couldn't help but suck on her nipples.

Sora's sensitive body couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her wanton vagina began to contract strongly and forcefully, gripping my thick penis with great pleasure. Sora even actively twisted her slender waist and swayed her beautiful buttocks to move up and down.

After a while, I couldn't resist anymore. I put my hands around Sora's back and hugged her high, round buttocks, and while walking, I quickly thrust into the hot spring next to the house. Sora's arms were on the edge of the pool, her body floating on the water, her legs spread open, and I held her thighs as I began to thrust faster.

"Ah... you're so good... you're so good at it... ah... your big penis is making me... almost collapse... so good... ah... so good... you're going to make me feel so good... ah..." I thrust wildly and fiercely like a tiger released from its cage.

“Mmm! My beloved...you're so amazing...oh my god...it's all the way in...ah...I'm going to die from pleasure...ah...your...big cock...thick penis...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die...die...ah...brother's going to fuck me to death...fuck me again...ah...deeper...ah...I'm going to cum...ah...I'm going to cum...ah...ah..."

“Ah…” After a soft cry, Kukaku's legs went weak and she collapsed onto me, completely limp and unconscious. But I was still not satisfied. I felt my libido was unusually strong tonight, and my body was acting strangely, as if it were undergoing some kind of peculiar change. I grabbed Kukaku's arms and made her sit up, my lower abdomen pounding violently. The unconscious Kukaku was even more alluring in the chaotic hot spring mist, her huge breasts swaying seductively.

"Fuck you...keep fucking you...fuck you to death, you slut!" My eyes were bloodshot, my blood was boiling, and I was fucking Kūkaku like a wild beast. My hands kept increasing the force, and my lower body was frantically and savagely thrusting in. My already enormous penis couldn't be fully inserted, and a palm-sized patch of swollen and contracting skin was protruding from the front of Kūkaku's abdomen where her uterus should be. This was entirely due to the excessive penetration of my penis inside her.

But I don't know why, I was still frantically thrusting into her vagina. Although she was unconscious, her body's instinctive reactions were unchanged, and her juices were splashing everywhere.

"Bang!" I crushed the sturdy mechanical arm to pieces. "Fuck...fuck you bunch of Japanese sluts to death."

I grinned lewdly, threw away the arm fragments with my left hand, and tightly hugged Kūkaku's body with both hands. My mouth was tearing at Kūkaku's testicles, and my lower body was surging wildly. I showed no mercy and my beastly behavior was destroying Kūkaku. Kukaku's sister squeezed my penis tightly. They seemed to have lost count of how much fluid they'd lost; the constant orgasms had left them not only soaring to the heavens but also utterly exhausted. Their openings were swollen and bleeding from the beastly movements of my massive penis. Their vaginal walls began their final resistance, tightly binding my penis.

Yes, that's the feeling. I excitedly began my final thrust, my arms tightening around Kukaku, squeezing her even more forcefully. I felt a thick stream of semen shoot out, shooting straight into her uterus. I could feel the amount of semen was enormous; her uterus couldn't hold it all, and it seemed like another stream could be released immediately.

I immediately laid Kukaku down, grabbing her disheveled hair with both hands. My penis, still spurting residual semen, violently pried open Kukaku's sweet, smooth lips and forced its way into her mouth.

"Come on, you Japanese slut!" I shouted. "In the name of China, let's begin..."

I had no idea what I was saying. I knew that another thick stream of semen gushed out like a water gun, and at the same time, a strange power surged from my body and flowed into Kukaku's body along with the semen. The intense satisfaction of conquest and a pure, gentle power alternated within me.

My vision gradually blurred, my mind became hazy and drowsy. I only remember that as I closed my eyes, Kukaku opened them, and the severed arm, which was only half intact, suddenly flashed with a strange light that spread throughout Kukaku's entire body. Kukaku gripped my buttocks tightly with one hand, wildly sucking on my penis. The semen residue on her face, her dazed eyes, and the semen constantly spilling from her mouth revealed her instinctive lewdness… Unfortunately, I fell into a deep sleep. Little did I know that my sudden burst of strange power and bizarre spiritual pressure had alerted many nearby Shinigami… When I awoke again, Kukaku had returned to her usual carefree and violent expression, but beneath that expression, her gaze towards me held a strange mix of adoration, respect, gratitude, need, and desire. Most astonishingly, her severed arm had sprouted a smooth, white new arm.

On the other side, Shiba Ganju knelt, repeatedly kowtowing in gratitude.

“Big brother, you’re my big brother now. Thank you for healing your sister’s arm; it’s miraculous. On behalf of the Shiba family, I thank you for everything you’ve done.”

Me? Did I do this? I was bewildered. Even though I beat your sister half to death, you don't need to be grateful, right? Besides, when did I heal Shiba Kukaku's arm? Wait, could it be… I gradually recalled what happened after I finished oral sex with Shiba Kukaku. At that time, I suddenly felt that power emerge within me, my pupils flashed with a strange light, my body emitted continuously bright white spots, and several strange phrases floated in my mind. But I couldn't remember the other phrases clearly, only fragments of "strong…body…sculpting…massive…essence…mysterious…vast…life force also stronger…regeneration…transformation…power mind control…" and so on.

Wait, regeneration, could it be that I have regeneration ability? Can I regenerate whatever I want?

"You don't look too good," Kukaku called out to me.

"It's nothing," I replied, excitedly contemplating my abilities. Suddenly, something crucial flashed through my mind: the names of these characters resembled those of a manga by an artist I once signed a contract with—that guy named Okubo Tite. Could it be… I've entered the world of Bleach?! Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly felt an unfamiliar spiritual pressure approaching, a rather uncomfortable, even repulsive, feeling—a feeling of someone wanting to spy on me.

"Who goes there!" Kukaku also sensed the uncomfortable spiritual pressure. "Hado no 11-zuki Raiden!"

At the same time, Ganju slammed his right fist, imbued with powerful spiritual pressure. However… although Kukaku's Kido completely missed, the spy was forced to reveal himself. A man dressed in black Shinigami robes blocked Ganju's right fist with his left hand, while his right hand moved with lightning speed towards Ganju, chanting softly, "Hado no 4-sakurai!"

Ganju was instantly stunned to the ground. The opponent's speed was so fast that I didn't even have time to see him clearly. Kukaku swiftly drew her small katana from her waist and hurled it. The man drew his Zanpakuto and slashed the katana in two, but unfortunately, the katana was merely bait; the second Kido attack had already been unleashed.

"Hado #64 Thunder Roar Cannon!" The man was instantly struck, but still managed to escape outside, wounded, thanks to the force of the recoil. Very strong. Although this was my first time witnessing a Shinigami battle in this world, and at such close range, I could barely see my opponent's movements. Yet, for some reason, a voice within me said—trash, too weak!

I could clearly feel that this voice was from my own heart, and it was referring to that very person. But—"Thump thump..." My heart pounded rapidly, that strange power constantly gathering, circulating within my blood.

"Power, my power." Strange images seemed to flash through my mind...

[The End]

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