An unannounced visit from Orihime

Kon’s mind was constantly occupied with the Reality Pen. He hadn’t moved in the past ten minutes, wondering how he should proceed. Despite his vivid imaginations – he didn’t lack any fantasies – he had difficulty putting them into motion. Then again, he was caught off-guard by this sudden opportunity.

So much so, in fact, that he completely missed how someone came through the front door. And how that person ascended the stairs. And of course, knocked on his door.

“Agh!” Kon yelped, almost falling out of his chair. That nearly gave him a heart attack!

“Kon? Are you in there?”

He blinked at the clearly feminine tone. Of all people to barge into his home, he wouldn’t have expected it to be Orihime.

“Uh, yeah. Come in. Door’s unlocked.” The mod soul answered her call.

Turning around just in time to see her enter, Kon was once more enthralled by the kind girl’s natural beauty.

Inoue Orihime was arguably the hottest student at Ichigo’s school. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a sea of orange. Her facial features were pretty close to being perfect; the gentle shape of her chin, her delicate eyebrows, a cute button nose, and warm brown eyes. She had that typical teenage beauty, which you could only find in high school movies or series. Orihime’s lips were supple, and seemingly soft. Kon couldn’t deny that he’d often imagined what they would feel like against his.

However, what really granted her the status as the most attractive student, was without a doubt her bombshell of a body! Orihime’s curvaceous body drew stares wherever she went – females included. Every inch of her looked as if it had been designed to be as attractive as possible. Below her gorgeous face was a chest that outclassed even the female teachers at school. Orihime’s breasts were huge, and only a handful women could compete; like Rangiku and Yoruichi. She was still dressed in her school uniform, which meant that her grey jacket was stretched thin by her bust; their spherical shapes outlined by the material.

Kon could barely keep his eyes off of them. Truly, she was blessed with the valley of the gods.

But big, sexy boobs wasn’t the only thing she had going for her. Orihime’s figure was also attractive. For example, her waist was slender, and her hips wide enough to give her an hourglass figure. The girl’s legs were nothing to scoff at either, as her white stockings made a perfect contrast with her smooth, alabaster skin. Honestly, he was quite convinced that she was simply this pretty through sheer genetics. Orihime didn’t look to be the type who used lots of beauty products, aside from the occasional cream.

A kind smile tugged at her lips, as she made eye contact. “Hey! I’m glad you’re here. We didn’t get to talk much at school today, right? I wanted to check up on you, and see if everything’s alright.”

Oh, wow. Was it possible for someone to be that kind? Then again, that was simply Orihime’s character. A bit of an airhead and soft-spoken at times, but definitely a nice person.

“Of course! I’m doing better than ever!” Kon gave her a thumbs up, grinning widely. He was anything but shy. “There was some business I had to attend to. Nothing to worry about. Anyway, I’m glad to hear that! Always nice to have a friend over.”

Said ‘business’ being a spy mission in the girls’ locker room, that is. He’d carefully infiltrated the sports hall, and had managed to hide in the vents. Those PT girls hadn’t suspected anything in the slightest. Kon vividly remembered how they’d slipped out of their clothes, clad in nothing but their underwear, while none the wiser. Yet another successful operation.

Except for the part where he got stuck in the vent, which led to missing biology class and getting reprimanded for his absence. Hopefully Ichigo wouldn’t notice.

“That’s good. It was pretty scary how miss Inuzuka chewed you out like that.”

Kon shrugged. “I’m used to it. Try living with Ichigo, sometime. The guy always has no sense of humor – let me tell you.”

“L-Live together with Ichigo. I couldn’t– We’d have to be together before any of that! And, well, I mean…” Orihime’s cheeks approached the color of her hair, as she stammered after the suggestion.

He wasn’t surprised to see her act all flustered. Almost everyone knew about the girl’s crush on Ichigo, and Kon was no exception. In fact, his owner was probably the only one who didn’t realize. How dense could a guy be? While Orihime didn’t exactly throw herself at Ichigo or anything, the obvious signs were there as clear as day. It made Kon envious to say the least.

“Relax, Orihime. It was just a joke.” He said amicably.

“Oh, of course. A joke.” The pretty girl blinked. She took a deep breath, managing to recompose herself. Seeing her so flustered was kind of cute, come to think of it. “Please don’t tell Kurosaki-kun about this. I’d die of embarrassment.”

“My lips are sealed; no worries. So did you come here just to check up on me?”

Orihime shook her head. “Not entirely. I’m also visiting because I wanted to return Kurosaki-kun’s jacket. The one he lent to me, when I was cold about a week ago.”

She pulled said article of clothing out of a bag, which he hadn’t noticed yet. In his defense, why would he look at a stupid bag when he could be watching her amazing tits? The jacket was clean and ironed. Orihime did give off the image of a perfect housewife, after all. The love and care she held for Ichigo was impressive. This wasn’t just some mere crush – not after all the things the two of them had been through.

Kon stealthily watched her large melons jiggle as she put it down next to the bed. Now possessing the right tool through the occupation of a body that was not his, his dick immediately sprung to attention.

And of course, Kon began to think as a result; various ideas involving Orihime and the Reality Pen coming to mind.

“Say, Orihime?” He spoke, drawing her attention. Warm eyes turned to him. “Lately I’ve been trying to learn some magic tricks. For fun, see. But there’s this once trick that I have some difficulty with. Mind helping me out?”

“Sure! I like magic tricks.”

Heh, too easy. Kon almost felt bad for deceiving her like this. Sometimes she was too naïve for her own good.

“Wonderful. Come over here for a bit, please. Stick out your hand.” He beckoned her over.

Orihime stood close to the mod soul, arm stretched out as she presented her hand. He quickly grabbed the pen to write on it.

Now, Kon wasn’t stupid. If he simply wrote his name on the teen’s skin, then it would probably lead to some weird scenario. Turning her into his sole property wasn’t on the agenda – for now. Instead, Orihime was an even better test subject than some stupid desk.

It was just a theory, but what if he could own a specific part of her? Now that would be different. Kon might even come to own non-material components of Orihime’s persona. Such as her lust. Gods know how much he’d love that!

Kon started off by writing two simple words; Kon’s hand.

“There. Do you feel any different?”

She blinked for a second, as the words glowed the tiniest bit of purple. “Not really, no. But you can try again if you’d like. This hand is yours to do with as you please, after all.”

It worked?! Kon’s jaw almost dropped down to the floor, staring at a non-plussed Orihime. She even gave an innocent smile to boot!

If he could have said something without alerting her, he would have cackled like an evil, crazy scientist. It actually worked! Kon took back everything bad he’d ever said about Urahara; the man was a genius. To think that this kind of power could have been Ichigo’s – simply preposterous. Screw integrity when you could own everything in existence.

“Really?” He grinned cockily. “Well, let’s change things up a little, then.”

That damn owner of his didn’t deserve a beautiful, sexy girlfriend like Orihime. Ichigo wasn’t man enough. Her love should be aimed at someone else – like Kon.

The mod soul turned the pen around, using the mini-Hōgyoku as an eraser. Weirdly enough that worked, somehow. He changed the word ‘hand’ to ‘love’ instead.

“And now? How do you feel about me?”

When he looked up at her face again, he saw Orihime blush in an instant. A new record, all things considered. Her slim fingers gripped his tightly in a comforting embrace. The way she squirmed on top of the bed was particularly cute.

“W-Well, as I always do. I think.” She said shyly; her arms pressed close against her chest, squishing those two big orbs of doughy flesh together.

Kon smirked. “Is that synonymous to ‘I love you, Kon’ perhaps?”

“You tease!” Orihime giggled as she playfully slapped his chest. The blush receded slightly. “Of course I love you. There’s nothing else in the world that I hold as dear, and you should know that by now.”

In other words, he’d accomplished two things; stealing Ichigo’s love interest away from him, and gaining a girlfriend in the process. Best. Mystery gift. Ever!

Kon suddenly tackled the gorgeous bombshell, falling on top of the bed with her. Girls would normally react negatively if he every hugged them like this. His lion plushie body had endured much punishment for such acts. However, that was before the Reality Pen, as well as claiming Orihime’s full love. Rather than scream and punch, she laughed loudly as they mock-wrestled on Ichigo’s bed.

Heh, by writing three letters it could be his bed instead.

“Kon! You’re tickling me!” His new girlfriend managed to say in between the laughter.

He didn’t care, though. Kon was too happy to stop. Her curvaceous, attractive body felt so soft against his. The school outfit she was wearing – and maybe wouldn’t in a few minutes – couldn’t prevent the perverted mod soul from enjoying her breasts’ sensation. The ample mounds were squished against his pectorals, already fulfilling at least one of his many, many fantasies.

Rest assured, he had plenty left. Kon was only getting started with Orihime.