An Arcanist in Karakura Town 7

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-VB-

An Arcanist in Karakura Town
Chapter 7

-VB-

Another night patrol netted me something unexpected.

An encounter with a shinigami captain.

Or, should I say, ex-captain?

-VB-

“So you’re the new guy in town,” the wide-mouthed, upper teeth exposed, and blonde ex-captain drawled from above me. 

I froze and slowly looked up.

“When the candy shop owner told me that someone like us was in town, I wanted to see what you were like,” Hirako Shinji grinned before he allowed himself to drop down to the ground into the embrace of gravity. He flipped mid air and landed on the wall separating the street from the houses. “But you’re not like us at all, are you?” 

I … didn’t know what to do. I had no intention of running into the Visored this quickly. I wasn’t even stronger than a Gillian, so there was no way I was strong enough to even run away from him.

So I needed to be polite.

I straightened myself, pulling my catalyst staff behind me, and bowed. 

“Greetings, Captain Hirako. I hadn’t expected to run into you today.”

“Oh~?” the man gasped. “You know about me? No one’s supposed to know about us being here, you know? How do you know about me?”

Crap. I made another mistake.

Let’s not mention Aizen, because the man might think I work for him.

“I try to keep tabs on all players in the area, if not to ensure that I do not cause unnecessary conflict, then to ensure that I know who I am talking to.” It was a lie, of course, but it also wasn’t too far from the truth that I knew everyone in the area. “But I wasn’t aware that Captain Urahara was interested in me.”

Shinji scoffed before looking away for a second.

When he looked back to me, his easy smile had dropped. “That guy, as you do, keeps tabs on everyone in the area. So tell me, how do you, a living man, possess a hollow mask?”

I flinched when he released his reiatsu just a bit. The pressure came down upon me like a sack of bricks, but it was a level of pressure I could take. No, the point the captain was trying to make was that he was stronger than me and he wasn’t in a mood for bullshit.

“I could show you?” I tried. 

He looked surprised by my offer before nodding and reigning in his reiatsu. 

“Okay,” I muttered. “Umm,” I spoke up louder after that. “We’ll have to find a Hollow to do this.”

-VB-

Hirako found me a Hollow, and led the way. During our short trip, I watched out for anyone else that might be observing me and found none… for now. 

“There,” he said as he landed on top of the … wasn’t this Orihime’s high school? He pointed to the Hollow roaming the dirt track and field in front of the school.

I looked down and immediately noted that this Hollow was one I was vaguely familiar with. Its pink and tentacular form was … eerily similar, but for some reason, I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. 

“Do your thing,” Hirako ordered.

Grunting, I brought up my staff and began to cast. 

Exactly one minute and thirty seconds later, I was on top of the dying Hollow, “draining” its own mask from its face. It let out an inhumane shriek as I tore it off while its body disintegrated.

Huffing with minor exertion, I looked up to Hirako, who was still on the school rooftop, and showed him the new mask.

He looked intrigued. He jumped down and landed in front of me. He kept on staring at the mask for a minute before he turned to me. 

“And where did you learn how to do that?”

“Figured it out myself,” I replied proudly. “I mean, shinigamis and Hollows are, at the end of the day, both beings of complete spiritual substance, right? In my case, that’s mana, so I pushed my mana into the structure that already existed, replaced the owner’s spiritual particles, and made myself the mask.”

Hirako didn’t look satisfied by my words, but he also didn’t draw his blade and call me Aizen’s lackey. “Alright. Just don’t go out and cause too much havoc, ya hear?”

I snorted. “It would be stupid of me to do so in a town that has, what, almost nine ex-captains? I’d get beaten left and right to kingdom come.”

I didn’t want to involve myself in the future conflicts to come, even if I might not have a choice. It was why I was trying to grow stronger rather than enjoying my beautiful and curvaceous girlfriend; yes, even her dishes were enjoyable once you got used to them. If I wanted some spice to my life, then I might have hooked Tatsuki along for a two-women harem, which I think Orihime might actually enjoy.

But no, I was out here almost every night, trying to absorb more Hollows, and when I wasn’t with Orihime during the day, then I studied to advance my magic. 

Because if I was right, then I wouldn’t be strong enough even with my advancements for the “plot.”

Hirako nodded and then shunshined away, leaving me with another mask.

I looked towards where Hirako’s brief afterimage sped towards before I lost sight of him, which was more or less a single second. Then I turned my focus back to my new mask.

I hadn’t wanted to make a new mask, but I had it now (and hopefully, no ire directed at me by the Visoreds). 

Curious as to how this mask was different from my Fat Mask, I pulled off the Fat Mask from my face and put on the Tentacle Mask.

Immediately, I felt access to a new presence of … my own limbs? No, they were less limbs and more spiritual particles vaguely forming limbs stemming from the back of my head. I tried to move on, and it moved with the same feeling as moving my arm would. 

If, you know, my arm had no joint and was a tentacle. 

I moved the rest of the tentacles around, and saw eight such tentacles. 

Was this mask an octopus?

Hmm.

Actually, could I use this for sex?

Probably. 

Maybe.

Hmm, Orihime might not like masked sex, though. Let’s ask her.

-VB-

My girl’s sweat glistening body swayed back and forth on her back between the tentacle in her mouth and my dick.

“Uk uk uk-!” 

With her head over the edge of the bed and the tentacle pistoning in and out of her mouth, all I saw of her was her jiggling breasts, but they were being groped and squeezed by my second and third tentacles. Her legs were pulled apart by the fourth and fifth.

The sixth tentacle rubbed at her clit, the seventh wrapped her wrists together, and the last and eighth lubed tentacle pumped her asshole.

My own hands held a tight grip over her waist as I thrusted in with abandon.

I orgasmed and jizzed inside of her, and also felt her climax as her vagina tightened around my dick. Orihime lost all strength in her body and hung limply. 

Satisfied with another good night, I pulled off the mask, causing all of the tentacles to disappear, and brought up Orihime to sit on my laps. With my dick still inside of her, this only made her moan out in pleasure, and I kissed her before starting the last round of the night.

A gentle round of slow pleasures and our hands exploring each other.

It was a good night that both of us enjoyed immensely. 

Too bad it would be the last night we’d enjoyed for weeks to come.