Laid-back Highschooler In Bleach (With Soul Cube)

"Damn, he's still going," Matsumoto remarked, her eyes wide with shock.

Rukia blinked, her flush receding as she focused on the distant sounds. "He's... He's unbelievable."

Matsumoto rose from her makeshift bed with a huff, a mixture of frustration and disbelief painting her face. "They're faking it," she insisted, pointing a defiant finger towards the door that separated the living room from Orihime's bedroom. "I'm sure of it. No one can last this long."

Rukia, who was currently wrestling with her wild imagination, turned to her friend, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "How would you know?" she challenged, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle. "Aren't you a virgin?"

Matsumoto's cheeks flushed, but she met Rukia's gaze head-on, a grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I might be," she admitted, her voice full of confidence. "But I still know more than you do. Let's go. I am sure they're just messing with us. They're faking it."

Rukia seemed unsure, her gaze flitting between Matsumoto's determined face and the door hiding the scandalous scene. She didn't want to infringe on Kai and the girls' privacy, but her curiosity was gnawing at her.

Eventually, curiosity triumphed over etiquette. Rukia hesitated for a moment longer before relenting, following Matsumoto who was already tiptoeing towards Orihime's bedroom. As they neared the door, the intensity of Orihime's moans escalated, painting a vivid picture of euphoric pleasure.

Being extra cautious not to make any sound, Matsumoto cracked the door open, just enough to let her peek inside. She was expecting to see an act, a dramatic performance tailored to tease them. However, the sight that greeted her was far from what she had expected.

She gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh my GOD!" she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room was dimly lit, the moonlight streaming in through the window casting a soft glow on the scene before them. Kai was there in the middle of the room, his bare back to them. His muscles rippled under his skin, his back glistening with sweat. Orihime, Tatsuki, Chizuru, and Machiru were scattered around him, their bodies intertwined in an intimate dance.

Orihime was beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Tatsuki was sitting at the headboard, her face buried in Kai's shoulder, her hand moving rhythmically. Chizuru and Machiru were next to them, their bodies pressed against his, their hands exploring his muscles.

The sight was nothing short of erotic, an intimate spectacle that was both shocking and mesmerizing at the same time. Matsumoto felt her face heating up, her heart pounding against her ribs. She turned to Rukia, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"See," she whispered, her voice shaky. "They're... They're not faking it."

Rukia, who was staring at the scene with wide eyes, could only nod, her voice caught in her throat. The scene before her was something she had never imagined, yet it was strangely captivating. She could feel the genuine affection between Kai and his girlfriends, their intimate bonding more than just physical attraction.

"I... I can't believe it," she murmured, her blush deepening. "They... They're..."

"Enjoying each other," Matsumoto finished for her, her voice soft. She closed the door quietly, leaning her back against it. Her heart was still racing, the image of Kai and the girls burned into her mind. "This is... This is...something else." Matsumoto finished, her voice soft but shaken. The reality of what they had just witnessed was slowly sinking in, turning her initial shock into a more profound understanding.

Matsumoto and Rukia remained rooted to the spot, their breath hitched in their throats as they watched Kai and the girls. Kai seemed to reach the pinnacle of his exertion, a primal grunt echoing in the otherwise silent room as he fulfilled his promise to Orihime. The girls, now disentangled from him, fell into a satiated heap on the bed, their faces awash with bliss and post-coital exhaustion.

"Did...did that just happen?" Rukia managed to whisper, her eyes wide and incredulous.

Matsumoto only nodded, equally stunned. Kai's performance had been a display of sensuality and stamina that had rendered them both speechless.

And then, as though a movie scene was unfolding before them, Kai started to rise from the bed. His muscles flexed with the effort, slick with sweat under the moonlight. Matsumoto and Rukia found their gazes drawn downwards, their eyes bulging in shock at what they saw. There was no denying the masculinity he carried between his legs, nor the endurance he had demonstrated.

"Oh my god..." Matsumoto breathed out. "That's...I mean...he's..."

But before she could finish, they noticed Kai turning to look at them. His face was shadowed, but they could discern the small smirk playing on his lips. He had seen them.

Rukia gasped, her face flaming as she turned and fled, Matsumoto hot on her heels. They darted back to the living room, their hearts pounding in their chests. With a lack of other options, they threw themselves onto their makeshift beds, burying their faces into the pillows.

"I can't believe we saw that," Rukia mumbled into her pillow, her voice muffled.

"I can't believe he saw us," Matsumoto corrected, her voice equally muffled and laced with embarrassment.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes, their minds whirling with what they had seen. Neither of them had expected the night to turn out like this, their curiosity leading them down a path they had never thought they'd tread.

"I guess...we now know they're not faking it," Rukia finally said, her voice filled with reluctant acceptance. "And Kai...he's something else."

"He's more than 'something else', Rukia," Matsumoto retorted, her voice rising. "He's a beast. Did you see his...?"

"Yes, I saw it!" Rukia cut her off, her face burning at the memory. "And I wish I hadn't!"

The room fell silent again, the only sound being the faint noises from Orihime's room. Matsumoto and Rukia lay there, their minds trying to come to terms with what they had seen.

"Matsumoto," Rukia suddenly spoke, her voice small. "Do you think...do you think they're happy?"

Matsumoto turned to look at Rukia, her expression thoughtful. "From what we saw," she finally said. "I believe they are."

Rukia nodded, taking a deep breath. "I think so too," she agreed, a small smile pulling at her lips. "And that's what's important, right?"

"Right," Matsumoto echoed, her smile matching Rukia's. Matsumoto and Rukia remained silent, the tension in the room growing thicker with each passing second.