The late afternoon sun cast long golden rays across the wooden floors as you tried—tried—to stay productive.

You’d been dodging temptation all morning.

Rangiku hadn’t calmed down. If anything, she’d gotten worse.

She was still in your oversized Soul Reaper shirt, still tied up in a messy knot that barely clung to her chest. The fabric had shifted so many times you couldn’t tell whether she even bothered adjusting it anymore. And of course, she still wore nothing underneath. Her soft, thick hips were constantly exposed—shirt rising up to her waist when she bent over or crawled into your lap.

And she loved it.

Every time you turned away to do literally anything, she'd undo the knot, drop the shirt open to flash her massive, sweaty breasts with a needy little moan like she couldn’t bear to be ignored.

You were already wiping sweat off your forehead by the time you heard the knock at the door.

You froze. “No… no, no—Rangiku, stay in the room—!”

Too late.

The door slid open, and standing there was none other than Lieutenant Ikkaku and a few other visiting Shinigami. They’d stopped by to deliver scrolls and chat before the next joint squad training. Casual. Normal. Peaceful.

Until Rangiku stepped into view.

Still bare from the waist down, thighs glistening slightly from heat and sweat, the shirt untied and hanging wide open around her bouncing chest.

“Oh,” she said innocently, licking her lips. “We have guests?”

The three men froze.

Their eyes went wide. Ikkaku turned red, jaw clenched, trying to look away—but failing. The other two just stared, stunned, unable to process the sight of one of the most voluptuous women in all of Soul Society just freely flaunting herself like this.

“Rangiku,” you groaned through gritted teeth, stepping in front of her, trying to block the view. “Get dressed.”

She pouted behind you, grabbing your waist from behind. “But I was just about to flash you again. And you still haven’t played with them since lunch…”

One of the guests coughed violently, turning away to not stare directly at her jiggling chest as she leaned around you, still trying to flash you in front of everyone.

You barely managed to usher them out with red cheeks and mumbled apologies. Once the door finally slid shut and silence returned to the house, you slumped against the wall.

“You’re insane,” you muttered.

Behind you, Rangiku crawled up your back again, lips brushing your ear. “Mmhmm~ but I’m your insane,” she whispered, still panting, arms wrapping tight around your middle as she rubbed her cheek into your shoulder.

After everything, after hours of her clinging, licking, whimpering, and flashing… you finally gave in.

You turned, reached out, and pulled her into a deep hug—one that made her gasp.

Your arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and you buried your face into her soft, bare shoulder. She melted immediately, her legs giving way as she pressed her entire body into you, arms locking behind your back.

Her breasts pressed into your chest, her breath quickened. “You’re hugging me,” she whispered, stunned. “Finally.”

You held her tighter.

She whimpered against your neck, shifting her hips forward to grind herself lazily against you. “You’re so mean sometimes… making me beg like a stray dog all day… mmm, but this—” she purred, licking the side of your throat, “—this makes it all worth it.”

You rested your chin on her shoulder, hand sliding down her back to rest on her full, bare rear, squeezing gently just to feel her shiver in your arms.

And for the first time all day… she purred in silence.

Clingy, needy, drooling mess—finally satisfied.

For now.