Kon explores Rukia's body

Glancing to the door to make sure Urahara wasn’t coming back, Kon sprang off to a corner where he would be safe from the shopkeeper’s watch. Slowly, he brought his hands up to put Rukia’s breasts within the palms of his hands, and he let out a soft gasp at the sensation. Wow. It’s such a pleasurable feeling. Rukia’s breasts weren’t as big as Orihime’s but they’re still soft and squishy. It’s just as good as playing with a squishy toy, but much better because real breasts were warm too. Surely Rukia wouldn’t mind if he explored her body a little bit more. She must have done that in private too before... At least Kon certainly would, if he had been given a beautiful female body to be born with in the first place.

Feeling incredibly interested with his new body, Kon started to unbutton Rukia’s shirts, and soon Rukia’s body was left almost naked, except for the pair of bra and underwear covering her private parts. Breath rushing, he unhooked her bra and sent it swinging, then started to fondle her breasts softly.

“Ooohh…,” he let out a soft moan escape from his lips, then bit his lips. No one had told him how good this would feel. And if this was how it felt being in a female body, then he wouldn’t want to leave. He circled his thumbs and continued to massage Rukia’s boobs softly, feeling increasingly turned on, and surprised at the pleasurable sensation. He was beginning to feel curiously wet too down there – beneath her underwear, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. The more he played with her breasts and enjoy himself, the more he felt hotter, and wetter down there. What was this feeling? Woman’s body sure had some curious mechanisms. Feeling his interests piqued, Kon removed the piece of flimsy underwear that Rukia had previously worn, and found himself staring at her underbelly, smooth and well-kept, with only a row of dark hair growing in the center part. Slowly, he opened his legs, lowered his fingers and dug, then gasped as he felt the warmth from her center came in contact with the tips of his fingers. She was warm and smooth down there – as smooth as melted butter. He tried to slide his fingers up and down her womanhood, and felt a wave of pleasure washing over his body, sending his hips slightly jerking out of control.

“Ah!” he let out a small shriek, surprised at his own reaction. What was that? How could a small stroke of his finger cause such a reaction from her body? Curious, he tried again to slide his fingers up and down, stimulating her womanhood, and again he felt the same wave of pleasure coursing through him – only this time it was stronger. It seemed to get stronger the more he tried to stimulate her intimate part. And there seemed to be a specific way of doing it – a rhythm of some sort. Kon was pretty sure he was getting somewhere. Is this what humans meant when they talk about pleasuring themselves?