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One eye lost, the other shadowed by heavy fatigue and dark circles—a sleepless curse clung to him without mercy. His shoulders sagged beneath the weight of a burden he had vowed to carry, like a camel destined to traverse an endless journey. All he wanted was to enjoy a life of retirement while drinking sake in the company of his wife and late-best friend. But instead he was robbed of all such pleasures.
In this world, you weren’t celebrated with medals or adorned in a coat full of badges. Instead, you were thrown back into the trenches to stir an army of broken soldiers.
For an entire year, he worked tirelessly to restore the Soul Society—if only to reclaim a fragment of its former glory. One might say it was the perfect excuse to bury himself in work, a way to stay deliberately distracted from the despair that continued to shimmer beneath the mask.
He had exhausted himself to the point where he quite literally buried himself in work — under a mountain of paperwork.
In the meantime, with his birthday fast approaching, you had been discreetly arranging a much-needed vacation for your dear overworked husband. Shunsui and overworked. Two words you never imagined to use in the same sentence.
“Guess what!” you chirped cheerfully, rolling up in your wheelchair next to his chair, wearing a smile so radiant and contagious that he always smiled back, despite the gloom lingering over his head.
He had dozed off with his face buried behind endless mounds of paperwork and scrolls. He heard your angelic voice and lifted his face from the pressed sheets of paper, smudged ink stamped across his skin. “Hmmm?” Groggy, he wiped the drool under his chin and slowly ironed out his slumped posture.
“Guess what!!!”, you repeated with the same level of enthusiasm as shown before.
It took him a moment to process his surroundings and leave that dream-like state he would rather stay within.
“I got you a few days off!” You continued.
“How did you manage to do that petal?” He adjusted himself on the chair so he could face you and look into your beautiful, luminous eyes that always happen to pull him out of the darkness.
“Fibbed? Oh you bad vixen. What lies have you spread on my behalf?” He smiled, reached out, and took your hand. With ease, he lifted you out of the wheelchair as if you weighed nothing, settling you onto his lap with your back resting against his chest.
“That your health is in a terrible terrible state. And you must take a few days off to recover. Look”, you pulled out a piece of paper from your pockets. “Even Captain Kotetsu signed off on it. We all collectively agree you can use some R and R. Once we got something in writing, it wasn't hard to convince the higher ups”.
“Oh? Why go through such lengths for a little old nobody like myself?”
“A little old…!!!.” You paused and playfully pinched the top of his hands that casually stroked your frozen thighs, hoping the friction would wake them up someday. “I didn’t just do it for you. I did it for both of us. We are both going away to the World of the Living, together”. You were aware that this man would never inconvenience you unless it was much to your advantage than his.
“World of the living? With my favorite flower? I can’t deny me such pleasure”, he whispered behind your right ear, continuing to stroke your thighs, slowly easing his hand between the soft flesh. He could feel your heat. His own excitement sat limp and hidden in his pants. Since the war, he could not get himself up. Stress combined with lack of sleep and alcohol did a number on his health. So you were right. You didn’t fib. It was the truth. His health was declining.
“So where to?” His hand grew impatient and he began to massage the front of your crotch.
“Oh it’s a surprise!” You giggled. Oh there were more surprises to come. But you did not want to ruin all the excitement just yet. If you told him it was for his birthday, he wouldn’t want to make a big fuss about it. If you said you had a fun few days planned, he would worry about how you’d get around in your wheelchair. Of course, he’d end up carrying you everywhere in his arms—he preferred that over the fidgety wheelchair, which was always hard for him to maneuver.
Luckily, he didn’t pry for more details and left it at that. Mostly because his hands were preoccupied and undoing the front of your uniform and getting your pants lowered while you sat on his lap.
You leaned back into his chest, feeling his heart beating against your shoulder blade. He hummed a tune of satisfaction once unravelling your body like an early birthday present. Your legs may not be working but your beauty was never lost. He adored you just the way you were and he promised to keep his vows and be your crutches for the rest of his endless life.
He worshiped your body from head to toe, his fingers feeling and appreciating the fact that you had all your limbs attached. He may have lost an eye but he was glad it was his and not yours.
“You are so beautiful” he reminded you again as he quite often did. He rested his hand on top of your pussy, feeling your clit throb and twitch against his palm.
He sneaked his fingers into your exposed sex, past those plump lips, he instantly felt your greedy muscles tighten around his digits and pull him in. With your arousal flowing like a river, he felt the desire to taste every drop you could offer. He lifted you off his lap and settled you on the chair. He crouched down in front of you, head resting between your soft thighs and began feasting on his mid day snack.
“Ugh…Shunsui” You dug your fingers into his scalp and pushed his head further into your dripping pussy. Your leg muscles twitched and trembled. You wanted to wrap them around his head, but they felt heavy and dead.
Regardless, with his masterful tongue and fingers, you came undone within minutes. With your pussy twitching before his eyes, he gave it a pat and a gentle kiss and stood up to adjust his pants, he felt for his limp cock.
You gave him a glance of concern, your pupils still dilated from the recent excitement but he reassured you with his smile and a light tap on your head.
Suddenly he grabbed his pink kimono and threw it over your body to cover you up and seconds later, the door flung open.
Nanao walked in with a handful of burden— paperwork, and stopped mid step when she noticed a pink lump on his chair and an empty wheelchair beside his desk. The pink kimono was obviously hiding something and when that lump began to move, she passed him a glare of disapproval.
Nanao did a complete 180 and walked out the door, taking the pile of paperwork with her.
Shunsui let out a deep sigh, the added stress not great for his heart.
You poked your head out of the flowing fabric and he let out a snort of a laugh.
“Pack your bags boss. We ditching this place for a few days”, you reminded him, something to look forward to this weekend.
He couldn’t wait to have some privacy with his flower— no interruptions and no paperwork and definitely no Nanao.
That was all you were granted.
Four days at the World of the Living, not a minute over. However, you didn’t sulk, knowing that many of the Captains and Lieutenants had worked hard to make a convincing argument on your behalf.
With the help of your friends, you quickly packed your bags and headed towards a Senkaimon. Kisuke and his workers were already waiting for you on the other side. That other side was NOT Karakura Town. It was not Japan either.
“Welcome to the land of Olives and Gods. And let’s not forget democracy—something the Soul Society clearly missed the memo on”, Kisuke began with his introduction like a hyped up door to door salesman with a hidden agenda.
“Oh? Greece?”, Shunsui asked immediately.
“You are well informed, old friend”, Kisuke smiled behind a fan that felt oddly out of place against his breezy summer look: a buttoned-up floral shirt and a pair of relaxed shorts.
You had heard about Greece and all it had to offer for Shunsui would often call you his “Goddess Aphrodite” although you weren’t too sure about that title anymore.
You had put your trust in Kisuke to make this part of the journey happen and despite his reputation to plot, the man delivered as promised.
He led you and Shunsui into the hotel room, where two gigai awaited. What Shunsui did not expect was for your gigai to give you the ability to walk again.
Kisuke had long left once the Gigais were considered stable. Shunsui watched you dance across the room on your own two legs. Tears of joy trickled down your cheeks and he quickly grabbed you by the waist so he could join in on the excitement.
One hand resting on your waist, the other under your chin, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed you hard on the lips. You swear you felt something twitch in his pants as it pressed up against your thigh. And he was certain he felt a throb. Before you could explore the possibilities, there was a gentle knock at the door reminding you there was a packed schedule planned ahead.
After a day full of adventures, you had finally settled at a bar where they played live music and everyone danced as if their worries were carried away by the mid-summer Mediterranean breeze.
“Come petal. Let’s dance the night away”, he whispered into your ears before stepping away from you and surprising you with a dance.
It was a local dance of zeibekiko. As to when he learned how to dance the dance was a conversation for another day. At that moment, your soul was ready to depart the Gigai you had possessed. The way he swayed his hips so gracefully, yet with a sensual pull, had you clutching at your own breath—each movement stirring a heat deep inside.
Sure enough the dancing continued into the bedroom. With the clothes shed aside and bodies intertwined, he pumped his hard cock and quickly aligned himself against your entrance, worried if he didn’t hurry, the excitement would wear off. It had been over a year since he felt your insides pulsating against his membrane and he was not going to miss that chance.
Memories had become a reality once more. He started off gentle, to savour every moment and every clench. But much to his disappointment, he came early.
You felt his warm cum fill you up and it brought a tear in your eyes. The warmth finally gave you a sense of belonging. You rubbed your belly and giggled, gently cupping his sulking face with your other hand.
“Kisuke expected this would happen”, you stated and reached for your purse on the side table, rummaged through it, and handed him a blue pill. “Take this”.
Shunsui didn’t question you and gladly accepted the pill. He trusted his goddess Aphrodite afterall.
With the help of the magic pill, he made love with you until sunrise and pumped you with so much seed you could barely breathe.
At the rooster’s call, there was a gentle knock at the door, but neither of you stirred. You laid in his arms, one leg on top of his, messy bodies tired but still connected— ready to continue from where he had left off.
“Happy Birthday”, you mumbled against his hairy, damp chest, slowly falling asleep under his warm embrace.
He held you tight against his pecs, caressing your sticky back, feeling your hot breath tickle his sore nipples. He had never wanted anything for himself. He always accepted whatever fate handed him.
But for once in his life, he silently prayed for this moment to never end.
