The Ikiryō Of Course

Harvey’s head excitedly lifts up, and her eyes flutter open, before the painfully bright lights send her tilted back down. Her lowered eyes noticing her breasts underneath the white T-shirt and black bra coverings.

“Boss, I didn’t realize you’d put me in a chicks body!” Harley exclaims, as she fails to look back up at Sionis, unable to break eye contact with her breasts.

“Stop being a pervert!” Sionis demanded, the command perks Harley back up immediately, as she looks at Sionis, while attempting a straight face, hiding the excitement of a new body. “Start reading her memories, I need to know where she stashed my diamond” Harley nods before closing her eyes, as a minute passes Harley’s face twitches, and struggles, before she looks back at Sionis.

“I’m sorry boss.” Harley says solemnly “She’s not all there, you gave me a tough nut without a hammer to crack it with, no way I can give you the memories in a timely manner.” Sionis looks like he’s about to hit someone, before slamming his fist down on the table with all of Harley’s weapons.

Scared, Harley stammers to try and calm him down “W-Well i CAN try and jog her memories, try and see something or someone that’s close to her!” She winces, waiting for his response. He pauses for a moment, before a smile creaks across “yes, it’s not all lost, someone send for my newest driver, tell her to give Harley here anything she wants!” A couple of henchmen stumble and bump into each other, still scared from their bosses explosive reaction, before they organize and one runs off for the driver he called for, and the room seems to clear, as people return to what they need to do, wanting to finish their work as to not piss the boss off anymore. Sionis nods for someone to free Harley, as he starts to leave.

Almost immediately after being freed, the Ikiryō starts feeling their new body, starting with her hands. Feeling her neck, standing up, they make their way to the table covered in Harley’s weapons. As her eyes scan the table for anything to remember, her hands slide down towards her breasts, as her eyes follow soon. Her hand pulling down her bra slightly, staring down at the top of her chest, her hand reaches in and pulls out a box of razor blades.

“You forgot one boys!” She says, placing the blades on the table, her bra snapping back into place, as the hand inspecting it return to their sides.

She looks around for a private place, before finding the woman’s bathroom. She enters, and closes the door behind her, locking it. She pauses at the sink, and looks at herself in the mirror. Her hands feel her face, soft and new, opposite of the usual old man and scarred henchmen, the Ikiryō was used to.

Her hands grab her shirt, and start to lift up, exposing her stomach first before slowly revealing the rest of her chest. The shirt is thrown over the stall wall behind them, as her eyes and hands waste no time to inspect her chest. Grabbing her breasts with both hands, and squeezing. The feel of the soft chest feeling nice on her small hands.

A smile forms on her face, as the Ikiryō moves to her back, using her small hands to easily undo the clips on her bra. Slowly lowering her bra, her nipples harden in reaction to the cold bathroom air. The bra drops to the floor, as those hands hungrily grip onto her breasts.

A small gasp escapes her lips, as she pinches her nipples. Her face filling red with embarrassment, as the Ikiryō realizes how loud they were. Covering her chest with her hands, she looks back at the stalls, scanning the floor of each one, looking for feet to indicate an occupant. Her heart skips a beat as she she caught a glimpse of shoes in the farthest stall. Before calming down as she realized they where empty.

Returning to the mirror, she looks back at her face, noticing her blushing. Harley’s cute face staring back, the Ikiryō then returns to their new body, and it’s wonderful feelings.

Her hands carefully going down to her shorts, as they undo the buckle and unzip, revealing red underwear covering Harley’s crotch. Slowly rubbing her pussy through her panties, she gasps before letting out a moan, and her other hand going back up to her breasts. The feelings of pleasure coursing through Harley’s body may have been unenjoyable for her, but for the Ikiryō, this was the best sensation they’ve felt in their lives. Quickening the pace, the bathroom is filled with slight gasps for breath, and moans. The pleasure building faster and faster, soon the Ikiryō wouldn’t be able to contain this pleasure.