Chapter 4 - Special Agent Yoruichi Chapter Four

Chapter Four

One week later… 
Tokyo; Kanda Distrct

               Footsteps clicked down a cement path. The hallway was as dark and dingy as any Yoruichi had been in, ignoring the dripping pipes above her head. She’d walked into the dark, seemingly dilapidated building and headed straight for the basement with only flickering lights to guide her way. The place gave off a horror movie vibe and the spy had to keep herself on guard as she walked, heels clicking loudly while she strutted down the hallway. 

               The entire walk through the seedy district she’d turned heads, earning looks of both lust and jealousy. Her hair was back to its blonde disguise, contrasting her black dress that only went down to her thighs. Over the dress she wore a black coat with a fluffy collar and matching thigh-high heeled boots. 

               Yoruichi couldn’t help but smirk at her own appearance. Had Byakuya seen her, he would have called her something to the effect of a “cheap courtesan”. But that was the whole point. When one dives into the criminal underworld, no matter what world you were in, you flaunted what you had. True, some would argue it made her more conspicuous but as Yoruichi once told Soi-Fon during an undercover mission with her protégé back in her captain years, “Those with power and looks flaunt it. You’d draw more suspicion trying to blend in.” 

               Reaching the foot of the stairs, the spy came upon a large metal door. Her trained ears picked up sounds coming from behind it and she knew she was in the right place. “Okay, let’s hope that password Kisuke gave me works…” 

               Three knocks onto the metal door were given. At first, nothing happened, then a small window in the door slid open and eyes glared out, the sound of loud cheering screaming behind them. “What’ya want? This is a private party.” 

               “A friend sent me. “ 

               “Really? What’d your friend say?” 

               “That I should enjoy the Irish whiskey.” 

               The window slid shut. After a few seconds of listening to the locks being undone, the huge door opened up and the sound of cheers and screaming hit Yoruichi full force. Stepping through, the blonde spy looked around, her eyes immediately fixed on the center of the large underground arena. 

               The place was an underground pit fight club. Stepping up to a railing at the edge of the pit, Yoruichi looked down and spotted two men slugging it out. The crowd’s cheers were almost deafening; it was clear all the onlookers were there to watch blood spill. 

               “This your first time?” asked the bouncer before he returned to his vigil watching the door. When Yoruichi nodded, he pointed a finger over to the other side of the room where a man sat at a table, a small line forming in front of it. “There’s where you place your bets. Some advice? Bet on Kinoh. Boss Oji is cleaning house which means nobody but Kinoh is walking out of here alive.” 

               ‘Boss Oji, huh?’ Yoruichi thought to herself before turning back to the pit. She tapped her earpieces and turned them on, the devices helping mute the crowd so she can hear herself think. “Well, that was easy.” 

               “The password work?” asked Kisuke. “Have you located Kinoh?” 

               “Looking right at him, Kisuke.” 

               Her golden eyes turned to one of the fighters. The man was huge, a towering pillar of pure muscle with a shiny bald head. His appearance gave the impression that he could take make any man and turn him into ground beef in a minute flat. 

               Then there was his opponent, Kinoh Araka. 

               Contrasting the two, his opponent’s massive build made Kinoh look even tinier. Dressed in gray boxing shorts, the fugitive, like the meathead he was fighting, was bald with an average build. Yoruichi felt he looked like a slightly slimmer Ikkaku Madarame. His one defining feature was the scar that ran across his chest. If you gave him some prayer beads, one could easily mistake him for a Buddhist monk. Kinoh was absolutely unassuming. 

               He was also on a killing spree if the bodies littering the floor of the pit was any indication. 

               The meathead swung a hard right. The blow could probably have smashed metal with the force he was packing. Kinoh deftly dodged and countered with a straight punch to the gut. His opponent didn’t flinch, at least, not at first. Then he staggered backwards and coughed up blood, face contorting with pain. “What a nasty way to kill someone…” Yoruichi noted with disgust in her voice. 

               “Still living up to his reputation?” 

               Her sharp eyesight picked up the smirk on Kinoh’s face when he ducked an elbow and struck the man in the side with another light punch. The effect was the same as last time, with the meathead at first shrugging off the bug bite of a blow before he coughed up more blood. This time he staggered, dropping to one knee. That was the precise moment that Kinoh struck like a cobra, jumping forward and using a spear hand attack right at the man’s heart. 

               The man’s eyes went wide before Yoruichi saw the light go out. He slumped backwards before collapsing, dead before he hit the floor. 

               “How bad?” 

               “Very. I count about thirteen bodies in the pit and Kinoh just added one to the bunch. This ain’t going to be easy.” 

               “He’s as dangerous as Kyoraku led us to believe.” 

               “What do you expect for a man who tried to become Kenpachi?” 

               “Oh dear…” Kyoraku sipped his tea and scowled while looking at the photo Nanao handed him. “I was afraid that he’d survived.” 

               The group was sitting at Kisuke’s dining room. Yoruichi rested on a purple cushion, still a little sore after her stint in Yokano’s fuck dungeon. Kisuke and Tessai sat next to her while Kyoraku and his two lieutenants, Nanao and Okikiba, sat across from them. Kisuke had asked Kyoraku to come by since the details for their next target were sketchy. 

               “Kinoh Araka. The man who wanted to be Kenpachi.” 

               The three ex-Soul Reapers perked up. Kisuke looked at the file and scowled, having had to have it translated into Braille. “I was head of the Detention Force for a long time and I’ve never heard of Kinoh before.”

               “You wouldn’t. He was imprisoned long before you’d even joined the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Yama once told me about him. Kinoh was a savant in hand to hand combat. He scoffed at using Zanjutsu and the zanpakuto in general and stuck to Hakuda. He’d researched the many fighting arts of the World of the Living and refined them into a new deadly martial art only a Soul Reaper could use: the Art of the Spirit Fist.” 

               Yoruichi frowned. “I’ve sparred with the best fighters in the Soul Society and the best masters. I assume this fighting style was made forbidden for a reason?” 

               “Indeed. Lady Yoruichi, I would plead with you to tread lightly,” warned the Head-Captain. “Even in a Gigai, this man’s lethality cannot be questioned. He was imprisoned over nine hundred years ago. I assume you know what that means.” 

               A chill went up everyone’s spines. Tessai crossed his arms and stated Kyoraku’s answer. “He was a member of the original Thirteen Court Guard Squads.” 

               Okikiba nodded, the oldest of the group. “Yes. He’s of a different breed from the Court Guardsmen of today. The former Head-Captain once noted that had it not been for his disdain for the zanpakuto, he could have become one of the greatest swordsman in the history of the Seireitei.” 

               “What was he imprisoned for?” asked Yoruichi. “You said he wanted to be Kenpachi. I take it he came into conflict with Captain Unohana when she held the title.” 

               All eyes turned to the Okikiba as he explained. “Yes. Kinoh was arrogant, believing that his fighting art could defeat any swordsman, even one armed with a Bankai. He felt that Unohana was unworthy of her reputation. So he openly mocked and insulted her, challenging her for her title.” 

               “He was imprisoned because of that?” 

               “Not quite. That came afterwards. As the story goes, he challenged Unohana in front of her entire squad with only his fists as his weapons and she thoroughly humiliated him. His Spirit Fist was no match for her and she left him half dead while her squad laughed on. While it was a miracle that he survived, his hatred for both Captain Unohana and Squad Eleven took root. Since he could never defeat Unohana in open combat, he’d settle for the rest of her squad.” 

               “He used his Spirit Fist to kill them?” 

               Kyoraku took over the story from there. “It’s more complicated than you think. Kinoh would often challenge a member of Squad Eleven to a spar. He’d swiftly defeat them but later that night the men were found dead in their beds. After a string of incidences, their bodies were opened up for examination and the captains found that their bones and organs were completely destroyed. That’s when the horrific reality of the Spirit Fist was revealed.” 

               Nanao pulled out an old piece of parchment, the only surviving record of the Art of the Spirit Fist. “At first, the Spirit Fist comes across as old school jiu-jitsu mixed with some other styles like Muay Thai, using one’s spirit energy to bolster their strength to deliver devastating attacks. One could destroy a Hollow in one blow. Most of the techniques associated with the art are unknown since Kinoh never passed the style down to a successor. However, one thing became clear after the bodies were examined: Kinoh can use it in a more subtle way.” 

               “Light blows that can cause delayed internal damage,” surmised Kisuke, already knowing what Nanao was going to say.

               “Exactly. After it was determined he was deliberately murdering members of Squad Eleven, he was given a life sentence. Our intelligence points us to Tokyo. After absconding from the Soul Society with a Gigai in tow, he set himself up as a pit fighter.” 

               “More than likely to sharpen his skills after almost a millennia in prison,” Yoruichi speculated. “I’d better get to it then.”

               “Not yet,” Kisuke put a hand on her shoulder. “If he is one of the original guardsmen then he’s more dangerous than any criminal we’ve come up against. Give me some time to come up with a countermeasure you can use in your Gigai.” 

               Kyoraku coughed, getting Kisuke’s attention. “I don’t want to rush you, but you might want to make something fast. From what we’ve gathered, he isn’t fighting in the pits. He’s slaughtering.” 

               Yoruichi watched as yet another fighter fell to the ground, dead as a doornail at the hands of Kinoh. “This doesn’t look good. He’s using light hits to send spirit energy into his opponent’s body, destroying their internal organs from within. No Human can withstand that.” 

               “But you can,” reminded Kisuke. “I modified your Gigai to be a lot tougher than a normal Human’s. Plus, you have my handy-dandy tonics to give you a boost.” 

               In addition to working on Yoruichi’s Gigai, the crafty scientist had developed a series of oils that had various effects when Yoruichi rubbed them into her body; without her powers she’d need whatever edge she could get in order to apprehend Kinoh. 

               Pulling herself away from the railing, Yoruichi walked around the pit and considered all her options. Getting the jump on Kinoh would be extremely difficult, especially with him so thirsty for blood. “Hmm…might have to approach him in his dressing room and seduce him,” she considered. “The straightforward way is definitely out.” 

               “You definitely shouldn’t call Kyoraku to send in the Punishment Force until you’ve subdued him. If they show up before he’s knocked out, they’ll just be bodies on a pile.” 

               “And that pile is getting bigger…” Yoruichi cringed when yet another fighter fell dead to the floor, the crowd in an absolute frenzy. Walking over to wear the gambling bookie was, she noticed someone standing in front of the rail, face consumed by fear.

               Walking over to the bookie, Yoruichi cocked a thumb over to the young person. “What’s his deal?” 

               The sketchy looking man looked up from his money and turned to see who she was referring to. “Ah, that’s Jericho. He’s on death row tonight.” 

               “It’s my first time here. What’s that mean?” 

               The bookie looked up at her with a look and said “Really? You gotta ask?” He cocked a thumb over to the pit with Kinoh. “Old man Oji is cleaning house. Anyone who’s gotta debt to him goes into the pit. They win, they walk away with a clean slate. They lose, well…you see what happens. Fist of the North Star shit right there. Kinoh is the old man’s janitor and boy oh boy is he taking out the trash.” He gestured to the top of the room. In what could conservatively be called a VIP seat sat an old man in a kimono, a long beard running down his face, looking on with a twisted look in his eyes as he saw his executioner do his job. Beside him were several Yakuza looking thugs…including- 

               ‘Hiro?’ 

               Yoruichi recognized the Yakuza; it was hard to forget the man and the rough manhandling he’d gave her. Suddenly Yoruichi became a little worried, knowing she stuck out like a sore thumb. However Hiro was too busy watching the fight to notice her. 

               “I see. What’d the kid do?” 

               “He came here from overseas to be a boxer. But his manager made a bet on a fight Jericho couldn’t win and now Jericho has to pay up with his blood. Now, you gonna bet or what? You’re holding up the line!” 

               Apologizing, Yoruichi got out of the way and stepped a little closer to the young man. Jericho was African American with a shaved head, looking about eighteen or nineteen. He was certainly big, big and muscular enough to give Chad a run for his money if he wasn’t spiritually empowered. Yet the fear was all over the boy’s face as he witnessed Kinoh murder his opponents again and again. 

               Another man came up to Jericho and tapped the young man on his shoulder. “Pit’s gotta be emptied of bodies and Kinoh is gonna take a break. Congrats. You just got a stay of execution of an hour and a half. Get down to the prep room and get ready.” The man, clearly a Yakuza thug, sneered at the frightened fighter. “I’d say may god have mercy on you but there’s only one god in that pit and he’s fresh out of mercy.” 

               The young man, trembling as he knew his number was up, headed down the stairs behind the bookie to await his fate. Yoruichi watched him leave before touching speaking quietly to Kisuke. “You heard?” 

               “I did.” 

               “Kisuke, we have to do something. Kinoh is going to murder this poor kid.” 

               “Can you get to Kinoh first? Put the charms on him and collar him?” 

               Yoruichi was considering that but that plan fell through when she watched the bald fighter climb out of the stony pit with his bare hands, climb over the railing and walk towards Oji and Hiro. “Not without having another round with Hiro…” 

               “Wait, that Yakuza you seduced is here?” 

               “Yeah. Looks like things are more connected then we thought.” Yoruichi rethought her plan. She could try to seduce Kinoh but that ran the risk of having Hiro recognize her. And she wasn’t in the mood to be in the man’s presence. “Hmm…I’ll probably have to enter the pit myself.” 

               “Out of the question. Too much exposure. And this Kinoh doesn’t sound like a dunce. You show up out of the blue to fight him and he’ll put two and two together you’re working for the Soul Society. At best he’ll make a run for it. At worst Kinoh would fight that much harder to kill you.” 

               Thinking harder, Yoruichi tried to find a new solution to this problem. Then an idea came to her. “Wait. What if Kinoh were to lose and get knocked out? I could easily collar him if he’s laid out flat on his ass.” 

               “That’d work. But in order for that to happen, the kid has to win. And there’s no way he’ll survive a Spirit Fist-Oh…” Kisuke realized where Yoruichi was going with this. 

               “Will one of your tonics work on a normal Human?” 

               “That’s hard to say. They were developed for use on your Gigai to give your body a myriad of effects. The best one to use in this case is the tonic that lets your skin simulate an Arrancar’s Hierro. The amount of power he can use in a Gigai is limited so his Spirit Fist shouldn’t be able to penetrate through it.”

               “I see. So the tonics work if rubbed into my body?” 

               “Yeah.” 

               “Okay then. I’ll go give the kid a little pre-match warmup.” Turning around, Yoruichi walked past the bookie and headed down the steps into the locker room…

A few minutes later…

               The locker room was empty, save for its sole occupant. Sitting on a bench, the fighter, Jericho, shook with absolute fear. Every tick of the clock mocked him, reminding him that the sands of his hourglass were about to run out. “Should’a never came to Japan…” he mumbled with tears in his eyes. He’d been watching Kinoh fight and knew he had no chance. He was going to die because of a bet his manager made. Whatever technique the man was using, it would no doubt make Jericho join the ranks of the dead. “I don’t wanna die…” 

               “Don’t count yourself out just yet, kiddo.” 

               The black boxer looked up and to his surprise he saw the most beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Her skin had a dark complexion, contrasted by her blonde hair that spilled down her shoulders. Jericho didn’t know who this woman was but she had a body that could stop a clock, barely restrained by her tight black dress that showed through her furry-collared coat. Closing the door, her heels clicked on the cement floor as she stepped closer, her strange, golden eyes staring deeply at him. “Who are you? Are you with Oji?” 

               “No. I am no yakuza. Consider me a friend.” 

               Jericho was confused when she moved closer, walking up next to him. Despite the boxer dwarfing her in size, the woman had a presence that made him feel small, almost like how Kinoh made him feel. “Why are you here?” 

               “I want to see Kinoh flat on his ass.” 

               “No chance of that. You’ve seen what he’s done to the others, right? You’d be better off putting your money on him.” The fighter hung his head, resigned to his fate. 

               Yoruichi reached down and tilted his head up to look him in the eye. She gave the boy a soft, encouraging smile. “Well, I have a vested interest in seeing you win. So I’m here to give you some motivation…” 

               Without another word, the blonde werecat leaned down and pressed her lips against Jericho’s. She could taste alcohol on his breath but didn’t mind; Jericho must have taken one last drink before he thought he’d fight his final match and Yoruichi wouldn’t judge him for that. 
              Having mystified the black man with her kiss, Yoruichi chuckled and took a step back. Licking her lips seductively, she let her coat slid past her shoulders, landing on the floor behind her. “Well, champ? If this is going to be the last night of your life, wanna make it a good one?”

               Her hands slid across hIs chest, making his skin come alive with her soft, fiery touch. Jericho didn’t know what this woman was after or why she was putting the moves on him. But the boxer knew he was going to be killed in the ring soon so he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

               Big, strong arms wrapped around Yoruichi, pulling her against the boxer. Jericho pressed his lips against hers, letting his big hands do the talking as they explored Yoruichi’s body through her dress. His right hand quickly dipped beneath her black dress to cup her ass. 

               Jericho’s clumsy kissing told Yoruichi that the young man had more experience in the ring than with a woman; Yoruichi didn’t mind. It’d been a long time since she had a virgin man at her fingertips. The boxer gasped when the spy’s soft hand reached down and cupped the bulge in his boxing shorts. “Looks like the only one who’s going to be a stiff tonight is this bad boy…” she said with a tease, planting another kiss on his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth while she groped him. 

               Taking hold of his free hand, Yoruichi brought it to her back until his fingers reached the zipper of her black dress. Jericho got the hint and pulled down the zipper, the sound of metal teeth separating echoing throughout the concrete locker room. After her dress was nice and loose, the blonde stopped him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, Yoruichi pushed the boxer back onto the bench and stepped back. Continuing to smile seductively, the spy slipped out of her black dress, letting the garment pool at her heels before she stepped out of it. 

               Jericho felt his blood run hot as he stared at the mystery woman’s luscious body. Her black bra, made of the softest lace, could barely contain her large tits, her pink nipples peeking out of the top. Her equally black pair of panties hugged her lower half, showing off a camel toe that made the nineteen-year old boxer gulp with want. 

               Yoruichi slid onto the boxer’s lap, embracing him with another kiss, her bosom pressing against his chiseled chest. “Mmmmh…” Yoruichi moaned, a shiver running up her spine when Jericho’s hand slid up her back, reaching up and sifting his fingers through her blonde hair. Even though Yoruichi had ulterior motives for seducing the black boxer, she couldn’t help but enjoy this a little, especially with what was pressing against her clothed pussy. 

               The next several minutes saw them continue to make out before Yoruichi got up, reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Jericho’s manhood throbbed in his shorts when he got a good look of the woman’s bare breasts, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small bottle. Uncorking it, Yoruichi tilted it and poured its contents all over herself. 

               “What’s that?” 

               “Just a little something to help you get in the mood.” Yoruichi gave him a teasing wink, feeling the tonic activate on contact with her skin. Smearing it all over her chest, giving specific attention to her breasts. The tonic made her skin feel warm, her body glistening as the effect slowly took hold. 

               While the tonic was still wet on her skin, Yoruichi pulled Jericho to his feet, planting another kiss on his lips before she rubbed her body against his, smearing the tonic all over him. Jericho moaned as her breasts rubbed all over him, his hand going to her pussy and palming it through her panties. 

               Walking around Jericho, Yoruichi started to grind herself against his backside, making sure to get the tonic onto his back. She kissed his neck and was amused by his moans. Her soft, smooth hand slid down his toned, muscular front until it reached his shorts and dipped inside. Despite herself, Yoruichi’s eyes lit up when she grabbed what the boxer was packing. ‘Oh my…’ Her lips formed a wide smile while she measured the size of him. ‘Well, he could always be a porn star if this boxing business doesn’t work out.’ 

               “Ahhhhh…” Jericho relaxed into Yoruichi’s embrace, her hand wrapping around his cock. “Fuck…” 

               “That’s the idea…” Yoruichi purred into his ear. Once the man was good and hard, and looking like his cock might rip a hole through his boxing shorts, the spy grabbed the hem of his pants and yanked them down. As she stared over his shoulder at the black man’s cock, she licked her lips with desire. ‘And who says you can’t have fun while you’re working?’ 

               Yoruichi started to eagerly jerk off the boxer, her hand gripping his long shaft and working his cock hard and fast. Jericho, unused to a woman’s touch, felt his legs start to wobble from the pleasure building in his loins. The boxer turned his head to meet Yoruichi in another tongue-filled kiss. His whole body felt like it was electrically charged. Jericho didn’t know what this mystery woman had rubbed into him but his skin felt hotter and…thicker?

               Losing himself to young hormonal lust, Jericho turned around and embraced Yoruichi again, his cock rubbing against her stomach, smearing pre-cum all over her belly while they made out. Getting down on her knees, Yoruichi came face-to-face with the huge cock and brought her mouth to it. “Mmmmh!” Jericho’s thick, musky taste made her pussy get wetter, soaking her panties. Her tongue licked up and down the sides of his shaft, coating his dark manhood with her saliva before she wrapped her lips around his head and started to suck him off. 

               “Ah! Ah fuck!” The pleasure of a woman giving him head was mind blowing. Jericho’s hands grasped Yoruichi’s head to steady himself. Yoruichi took him all the way into her mouth, licking the underside and getting another cute reaction from the brave young man as her vacuum of an orifice sucked him off. Relaxing her jaw and her throat, she took him even deeper down her throat, saliva dripping down her chin. She had to admit, being in control was a nice change of pace for once. Her hand went to Jericho’s balls, fondling his hefty sac with her knowing touch. “Mmmmmh!” 

               It did not take long for the fighter to reach his peak. “Fuck! I’m…ah! Cumming!” he shouted right before those huge balls of his unloaded their load into her mouth. 

               The big black cock in Yoruichi’s mouth twitched and shot hot cum down her throat. Yoruichi gagged as she was forced to swallow his baby batter, unable to move her head thanks to his hands, but she swallowed the hot crème nonetheless. Just the taste of the teen’s cum made her pussy as wet as it could be, her panties completely soaked. 

               Pulling her head away from his cock, Yoruichi would have been a little surprised to see the boxer was still hard had Hiro and Yokono not showed her what stamina Humans were capable of. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out another bottle and started to pour the tonic over herself, standing up and grinding her beautiful body against Jericho’s sweaty chest. The second tonic was for extra insurance. Sure, giving him a simulated Hierro would save him from the Spirit Fist, but Kinoh was still a first-class fighter. Jericho would need a little extra juice; a muscle enhancing tonic would be just the thing to even the odds. 

               Once Jericho was nice and covered in the tonic, Yoruichi gave the boxer a wink, reaching down and peeling off her soaked panties. Jericho’s face was full of lust. His impending fight with Kinoh and the threat of brutal death was blasted to the back of his mind. The only thing he wanted was a piece of this beautiful mysterious woman. His skin was on fire and his muscles felt like they were surging with power. With lightning speed Jericho grabbed Yoruichi by her luscious ass and lifted her up. The woman’s slender legs wrapped around his waist while he pressed her up against the wall. 

               That thick cock rubbed against her entrance, her pussy lips dripping juices onto the floor beneath them. “That’s right,” whispered Yoruichi, her hot breath inches from Jericho’s face. “Are you the kind of man who’ll lay down and just die?” 

               “Fuck no!” roared the boxer, his cock aching to plunge into the woman’s cunt. 

               “Then prove it. Fuck me like a man!” 

               Yoruichi asked and she received. Jericho slammed his manhood into Yoruichi, thrusting as hard as he could into her snatch. Though she’d prepared herself for it, the blonde spy couldn’t hide her groan as she felt the young man stretch her wide, realizing what she’d unleashed on herself. 

               With all the fury of a raging bull, Jericho pumped in and out of Yoruichi. He growled as his masculine instincts took over, wanting to give the woman all he had. Yoruichi’s back dug into the hard concrete wall while she clung to him, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. “Ah! Ahh! Oh!” Yoruichi’s face twisted with each slam of Jericho’s hips, his girth grinding against her G-spot hard. “Nghhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you stud!” She grabbed Jericho and pulled him into a deep kiss, ravishing his mouth with her tongue with the same ferocity he was ravishing her cunt. She felt him go so deep that it felt like he was going to fuck her all the way to her stomach. “Mmmmmmh!” She dragged her nails across his back; the simulated Hierro thankfully kept his skin safe and sound from being scratched. 

               When Yoruichi had approached Jericho with the full intention of seducing him she was prepared for a pounding by the black boxer. But the muscle-enhancing tonic she’d poured all over his chest had dripped down to his thighs, enhancing the strength in his lower half. The wall started to crack behind her once Jericho hit his stride, his strength increased threefold. “Mmmmh!” His large lips wrapped around Yoruichi’s tongue, sucking on it lewdly. The wet tightness of the spy’s snatch was driving him wild, his body filled with energy. 

               Sweat dripped onto the floor. The fapping sound of his hips smacking hers echoed throughout the room. “Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!” Yoruichi clung to him, unable to stop herself as she climaxed, her pussy squeezing Jericho as tight as it could. “Yes! Ohhhh!” 

               A woman in climax was something that the experienced boxer couldn’t handle. The way Yoruichi’s soft body clung to him, her voice crying out in his ear and the face she made. The utter tightness of her wet walls. All of it pushed him all the way over the edge. His balls tightened and he could feel the tension inside him about to burst. “About…to cum!” he grunted, thrusting into her like man possessed. 

               Yoruichi was seeing stars at this point, digging her heels into his back as she succumbed to what felt like a never ending orgasm. The lust-crazed Jericho was pounding her was so hard it felt like her womb was about to open up and receive him. “Let me…taste you…” she sputtered. 

               Pulling her away from the wall, Jericho pulled out of Yoruichi’s squirting cunt and lowered her down to the floor. Panting and on her knees, Yoruichi grabbed Jericho’s big black cock with both hands and vigorously stroked him, her tongue sticking out like she was begging for her treat.

               “Ah! Fuck!” Jericho titled his head back and gave a sharp gasp as the woman made him cum harder than he’d ever had in his life. His cock erupted with white spunk, shooting right into Yoruichi’s awaiting mouth. 

               “Ahhhh…” Yoruichi kept sticking her tongue out, catching rope after rope of cum. She swallowed his thick load and tilted her head back, letting the boxer finish on her neck and tits. “Ahhh…you’re quite the stud…” she purred, pushing her breasts to lick up his seed. Once her skin was clean of cum and glistening the spy put her clothes back on.

               Sweat pouring down his body and his legs shaking, Jericho sat back down on the bench. Once Yoruichi was dressed, she handed the young boxer a towel and let him wipe himself off before she gave him back his shorts. “Thanks, Lady. If I die tonight, at least I won’t die a virgin.” Looking at the clock and seeing how close it was to his match, he slipped on his gloves. “Why’d you do this for me anyway?” 

               Sitting down on the bench next to him, Yoruichi put a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Kinoh is an enemy of mine. There’s been enough killing tonight. I do not want anyone else to die at his hands. You can beat him, Jericho. Get out there and knock him on his ass.” Leaning in, Yoruichi gave him one more kiss. 

               A knock on the door brought the two back to reality, followed by a crude voice. “Hey! You finished praying yet? Kinoh’s ready for his next victim! You keep hiding in here and we’ll drag you out into the ring.” 

               Yoruichi’s words and kiss lit a fire back into Jericho and he rose to his feet, skin glistening and muscles brimming with power. “Thanks, Miss um…what was your name, ma’am?” 

               Getting up, Yoruichi simply smiled. “Just a friend. Now go get him…stud.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and opened the door to let him head for the ring. 

               As soon as Jericho left the room Yoruichi turned her earpiece back on. “You sure this’ll work?” 

               “What are you asking me for? This was your idea, remember?” 

               “The oils were your invention.” 

               “Hey, this is all experimental. But since you’re basically a Human, they should work on him the same way they work on you. Though their effect might be diluted if you transferred it from your body to his.  Could you tell if they had any effect?” 

               Turning around, Yoruichi looked over at the far wall; her lips formed a smile at the sight of the large hole Jericho had fucked her into. “Yeah. They had an effect.”

Minutes later…

               Yoruichi returned to her spot on the railing overlooking the pit with the rest of the other onlookers. Upon returning to the main chamber she looked up and spotted the Yakuza Hiro and his boss, Oji, still where they’d been sitting. Looking down at the pit as both fighters entered the ring, Yoruichi held her breath and hoped her plan worked. She was too sore for Plan B. 

               A bell was rung and the crowd cheered, eager to see Kinoh go back to work as Oji’s executioner. The bald, unassuming man smiled as Jericho took a boxing stance, darting around him and looking for an opening. The escapee slid forward and his hand shot out like a whip, grazing Jericho’s side. However, Kinoh knew something was wrong when Jericho, instead of recoiling with pain from the shattered rib the blow was meant to inflict, threw out a series of left jabs. 

               All blows connected and Kinoh stumbled backwards, eyes wide with astonishment. A unanimous gasp was shared by the audience when they saw the champion take a hit. In his seat above, Oji leaned forward with curious eyes. 

               Kinoh wiped his chin and saw blood on his arm. His confusion only grew by the minute. A boxer’s light jabs were meant to be small and weak, their purpose to jar and disorient their opponents rather than really hurt them. But when Jericho’s jabs connected with Kinoh, it felt like he’d been hit by a rapid succession of mallets. 

               Yoruichi smiled, watching Kinoh move to attack, this time ducking a straight punch from Jericho to punch him solidly in the stomach. 

               But Kisuke’s tonics held true. The Hierro skin Jericho had been given blocked the spirit energy that tried to enter his body. Had Kinoh been in Soul Reaper form and in full use of powers, the tonic might not have made a difference. But in his Gigai he couldn’t go all out and not give away his otherworldly nature and that would seal his defeat. Looking down at his left hand, Kinoh couldn’t hide his horror when he saw it was bleeding, several fingers broken. ‘Poor Kinoh. I know better than anyone how much it hurts to hit Hierro with your bare hands,’ Yoruichi thought to herself with a smug smile. 

               The punch to the gut did nothing to the black boxer. While his opponent was still trying to figure out what was happening, Jericho didn’t waste time. After seeing what Kinoh was capable of, there was no way he was going to give him an inch. An uppercut knocked Kinoh backwards. Kinoh was at a loss for how to counterattack and it’d been a very long time since he’d taken a punch. And thanks to Yoruichi, the fighter had given him a punch that was devastating. Jericho pressed his attack and went in to finish. 

               Watching Jericho pummel Kinoh made the crowd go quiet, everyone was agog with shock and watched with mouths hanging open. All but one woman. 

               Having lost the flow of the fight, Kinoh jumped back, his face covered in blood. “Damn you! Why won’t you die?!” He jumped into the air, spear hand aimed directly at Jericho’s heart. His aim was true but all his move did was break all of the fingers on his right hand. “Ahhh!” 

               Moving in for the win, Jericho swung hard, giving Kinoh a devastating right hook. When the blow connected, the escaped Soul Reaper was thrown back, hitting the concrete wall behind him with a hard crack, crumpling to the ground. 

               The arena was quiet. Nobody made a sound as they processed what just happened. The spell was broken when Yoruichi started clapping. That broke the spell over the crowd and it erupted. Many people cheered for the underdog boxer while a great many booed at Kinoh for having cost them a lot of betting money. 

               Panting, Jericho looked up at Yoruichi and gave her a wave before he left the ring, several men running past him to grab Kinoh and dragging him through the other entrance. Seeing her moment, Yoruichi walked towards the stairs that led below. While she walked, Yoruichi looked up and saw Hiro spot her. Seeing him raise an eyebrow at her presence, she blew him a kiss and headed downstairs. 

               Making it to Kinoh’s locker room took little difficulty. The organizers of the pit had left Kinoh to stew in his defeat. Entering the locker room, she found the rogue Soul Reaper lying on a bench, his face looking like it’d gone up against a brick wall and the brick wall won. 

               A second later and the collar was attached to the unconscious man’s neck. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a syringe and injected him with a sleeping agent to keep him unconscious until Kyoraku’s men arrived to take him into custody. “Done. Tell Kyoraku that Kinoh has been bagged and tagged.” 

               “Already done. You’d better make yourself scarce.” 

               “Done.” Walking out of the locker room, she headed down the hallway. Walking up the stairs, the blonde spy spotted Jericho being led towards the rear exit. Apparently Oji had upheld his end of the bargain and allowed the boxer to walk away a free man. Spotting Yoruichi, Jericho held out his fist in thanks. The Flash Goddess smiled, giving him a small wave. Heading for the main door, Yoruichi let the bouncer open it and exited the fight pit. “Well, we stopped one Soul Reaper’s killing spree and saved an innocent boy. That’s a mission accomplished and then some. What’s next?” 

               “Tessai is already looking into it. This next one is an old friend of mine.” 

               “Really?” 

               “Yeah. She was a member of the R&D department when I first established it.” 

               “What’s she like?” 

               “Let’s just say she had a knack for chemistry…” 

To be continued
