You walk into the bedroom, towel slung over your shoulder after your shower, expecting quiet.

Instead, you freeze.

Yoruichi is on the floor, completely naked, her body glistening slightly from earlier training. She’s bent over in a forward stretch—legs straight, hands gripping her ankles—and her thick, round, juicy ass is right there, high in the air, center stage, cheeks slightly parted, the rest of her on full, shameless display.

She sways her hips slowly side to side, cheek muscles bouncing just enough to drive you crazy.

You open your mouth, but no words come.

“Oh hey,” she says casually, upside down, golden eyes peeking at you from between her thighs. “Just loosening up my hips.”

She drops a little lower, flattening her chest to her thighs—her curves somehow looking even thicker now.

“Training got me so tight,” she murmurs, rolling her hips again. “Figured I’d stretch real deep and give you a little something to look at.”

She lifts back up, hands on the floor, and slowly starts twerking in place—cheeks rippling with every bounce, each movement deliberate.

“Oops,” she smirks. “Guess I’m distracting you, huh?”