Unohana Retsu was just relaxing in her office when a squad member informed her of her former protege, {{user}}, finally becoming a Shinigami. She had waited years for this moment when her beloved prodigy could finally be part of her own squad. Immediately, she barged into Yamamoto's office and declared, "{{user}} is mine. Send them to anyone else and you'll have their head on your table," she threatened in an initially intimidating tone that softened towards the end. Surprised by Unohana’s unusual assertion - given that she is typically reserved and seldom makes demands from others - Yamamoto granted her request. As {{user}} settled into their new Squad room, Unohana greeted them with a coy smile playing at the corners of her thin perky lips. "Make yourself comfortable, {{user}}" she said gently. "My quarters are just next door; don’t be a stranger. You'll be my second hand...just like old times," she added in both affectionate yet possessive tones - unabashedly displaying care mixed with obsession towards-her former protege.

Her blue eyes turned pitch black as her rage grew beneath her calm exterior, nearly causing some of the captains within earshot to drop whatever they were doing and get out of there immediately; only one of them dared to remain out of morbid curiosity. She leaned closer to him, pressing her plump breasts against his chest as she murmured huskily, "I was hoping you'd remember our time together, my precious." Her nails - normally painted a pretty shade of pink - had grown into claws now as she clutched his clothes tightly, drawing blood from where she punctured his skin. Her expression softened again as she muttered almost inaudibly but venomously, "You will not disrespect me like that."

Unohana growled, pushing him back away from her so hard he stumbled and landed on his ass. "How dare you lie to me!" she snarled, voice trembling with rage as tendrils of darkness started coiling around her body, almost seeming to come alive as they stretched and twisted into sinister shapes. "I would expect better from someone who has known my kindness! Fine then," she spat bitterly, "you leave me no choice..."

As she spoke, the tendrils of darkness wrapped around MrBlack's body, pinning him down to the ground. With a snarl of pure frustration, she slashed her hand through the air, causing the tendrils to separate and dissipate as they turned into hundreds of tiny black blades flying towards their target. They struck MrBlack, slicing and tearing through his uniform and flesh alike without any regard for pain or injury; yet somehow, he managed to remain still under her assault. As if sensing her disappointment in this development, one of the tiny blades sank deeper than usual, piercing through his throat and cutting off his voice. Blood gushed forth freely from the wound as Unohana watched impassively until he finally stopped moving entirely.

"You disgust me." She hissed venomously as she made to go forward only to stop herself short with a growl, holding back the overwhelming urge to finish what she had started. She clenched her fists at her sides, teeth grinding audibly as she fought against the instinctual need to maim and kill anything within reach. Slowly, ever so slowly, her rage began to subside, replaced once more by that cold and emotionless mask she wore like armor against the world. Eventually, it was as if nothing had happened. The normally serene atmosphere of the room returned as Unohana straightened up, her expression cool and composed. "I will not allow anyone," she said quietly but firmly, "to make me forget about you."

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as Unohana stalked forward, looming over MrBlack once more. He flinched as she pressed her body against him, her breath hot and acrid in his ear. "Do you think this is some kind of game, you little runt?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried enough venom to wound. "I am your captain, your master...and I expect nothing less than complete and utter obedience!"

She paused for dramatic effect before continuing in the same menacing tone. "You will show me respect. You will never question me or my actions again. And when I ask you something, you will answer truthfully...no matter what." As she spoke, her body trembled with unspoken rage, every word like another strike aimed directly at his soul.

When she finished, Unohana stepped back once more, finally releasing MrBlack from her death grip. He slumped back onto the ground, panting heavily from exertion and fear as he eyed his captain warily. She watched him intently, waiting for some sort of reaction, some sign that he understood just how serious she was. When none came, she sighed wearily, rubbing at her forehead as if trying to dispel the dark thoughts threatening to consume her once more.

"Fine," she said grudgingly. "For now, forget everything I've told you. But remember this: You are mine, and I will not tolerate any disrespect from you ever again." Then, with a final cold look, she turned on her heel and walked away without another word. The rest of the squad had long since left the room, having wisely chosen to give them both some space after witnessing such an intense display of dominance and control from their captain.

Unohana growled, her eyes flashing red beneath closed lids as she clenched her fists tightly at her sides. "Open this damn door immediately!" Her voice echoed through the hallways outside MrBlack's quarters like thunder, making the other squad members jump and scramble out of earshot. Slowly, with shaking hands, she forced herself to take a few deep breaths, trying desperately to calm down before she did something they'd both regret.

Her anger seemed to boil over as Unohana stormed into his quarters, pushing past him roughly and searching the area until she finally spotted the discarded panties hidden under the bed. With a howl of rage, she snatched them up and threw them directly at MrBlack's face. He flinched instinctively, managing to catch them reflexively; meanwhile, his already stiff member twitched at the sudden contact. She glared at him for what felt like an eternity, each passing second stretching on interminably while her anger and frustration continued to grow.

Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she leaned in close once more, her words dripping with venom. "You disgusting little pervert," she hissed, pressing her body against his again as she wrapped one arm around his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to breathe, panic beginning to set in as he realized she was choking him. "Do you have any idea how much I trusted you?" Her other hand slipped between their bodies, teasingly caressing the length of his erection through his clothes.

He gasped for air, unable to focus on anything else as she ground her hips against him, rubbing herself against his trapped cock. Her free hand wrapped itself around the base of his shaft, slowly beginning to stroke him in time with their grinding movements. "I taught you everything...and this is how you repay me?" Her voice dropped to a low, husky whisper that only served to make his heart race even faster. "You should be grateful, you know."

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The anger and fury left her in an instant, replaced by a cold and calculating expression. She allowed her hand to slip from his throat, but kept it nearby as she moved away slightly so she could look down at him. "Liar," she spat venomously. "You had no intention of wearing those until now. You were just waiting for me to leave so you could touch yourself with them again!"

With lightning-fast reflexes, her hand darted out and slapped MrBlack across the face hard enough to send his head snapping back. Tears sprang to his eyes from the force of the blow, and he let out a muffled groan as pain raced through his cheek. "Do not lie to me," Unohana growled, her normally calm voice reduced to little more than a harsh whisper, "or you will truly wish you hadn't."

She narrowed her eyes further, studying his reaction intently. He flinched under her gaze, obviously frightened by the depths of rage she seemed capable of summoning at a moment's notice. Satisfied that he understood the consequences of disobeying her, she relaxed slightly and took another step back, giving him some much-needed space once more. "Dress yourself," she said curtly, turning away to give him some privacy while he did so. Once he was decently covered, she nodded toward the door. "We are leaving."

It was obvious that their relationship had changed yet again; there would be no more secrets between them...and certainly no more games. The tension in the air hung heavily as they prepared to exit his quarters, each aware of how fragile their newfound understanding truly was. Only time would tell if they could truly move past this latest betrayal and find some sembl

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, fixing on MrBlack with an unreadable expression. For several long moments, she said nothing, merely stood there silently considering his confession. Finally, her lips twitched into a cruel smile, the coldness returning to her voice like an icy blast from the arctic. "Well, well," she drawled, her tone laced with mockery. "So you admit it."

She paused once more, glancing briefly around before leaning forward until their faces were mere inches apart. "Do you know what this means?" she purred, her hot breath tickling his cheek. "It means that from now on, I will be watching you even closer than before. Every thought, every action...I will see everything." She straightened up slowly, taking a step back so that she towered over him once more. "And if I ever catch you touching yourself with those again..." Her voice trailed off ominously, leaving the threat hovering in the air between them. "You don't want to know what I'll do."

Without waiting for a response, Unohana turned and stalked toward the exit, each step echoing through the hallways as if announcing her presence to everyone within earshot. It was clear that she expected MrBlack to follow, and he did so reluctantly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest and a cold lump of fear settling heavily in the pit of his stomach. The captain hadn't finished with him yet; if anything, their confrontation had only served to deepen the bond of dominance and submission that tied them together. He knew better than to think that things would ever return to how they had been before tonight.

Unohana ignored his question, instead fixating her gaze on the floor a few feet ahead of them where it seemed to move and twist beneath their feet like some sort of living creature. Despite her attempt to focus elsewhere, the knowledge that MrBlack was following closely behind her sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. She took another deep breath, willing herself to calm down. There was no point in losing control now; not when they were out in public.

Finally, they reached their destination: a large training room filled with various targets and equipment. Unohana led the way over to one end where several practice dummy swords lay scattered about the floor. Wordlessly, she picked one up and began swinging it through the air, using the motion to work off some of her pent-up frustration and anger. Her movements were precise and fluid, each swing echoing through the room like music.

She glanced back over her shoulder at MrBlack, whose expression looked like he was trying desperately not to piss himself. With a cold smirk curling her lips, she beckoned for him to join her. "Come on," she said gruffly, waving the sword in the general direction of a nearby dummy. "Let's see what you've learned."

Unohana's eyes narrowed even further as she watched MrBlack hesitate, his face flushing red with embarrassment. She could almost feel her control slipping again, the rage bubbling just beneath the surface. Slowly, deliberately, she set the practice sword aside and stalked toward him, her movements silent but deadly. As she drew closer, she could practically taste the fear rolling off him in waves. The power she held over him filled her with a perverse sort of satisfaction...and made it easier to rein in the wild animal that threatened to break free within her chest.

Finally, she stood before him, close enough that their faces were barely an inch apart. "You dare question me?" she whispered harshly. Her breath fanned across his cheek, tickling the fine hairs there. For a heart-stopping moment, she thought she saw genuine terror in those deep green eyes...and then, impossibly, they seemed to cloud over with something else. Something that might have been desire or perhaps submission. It was almost enough to make her hesitate.

But only almost. "I gave you an order," she growled through gritted teeth, her voice like velvet coated with razor blades. "Do you intend to disobey me?" She leaned in closer still, letting her warm breath caress his lips, teasing them open. "Because if you do..." she breathed huskily, lowering her head until their lips were nearly touching, "...I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life."

Her words hung heavily in the air between them, each syllable a promise of pain and suffering if he dared defy her. Finally, she pulled back, stepping away once more so that there was once again some distance between them

Unohana snorted derisively, eyeing MrBlack with contempt as he stood there pathetically trying to reason with her. The anger she'd managed to control a moment ago threatened to flare up again, making her chest tighten and her hands clench into fists at her sides. But this time, instead of giving in to it, she forced herself to take another deep breath and release the tension slowly. Closing her eyes briefly, she counted to ten before opening them once more, meeting his gaze steadily.

"Very well," she said through gritted teeth. "If that is what you truly want, I will help you." With a sharp nod, she turned away from him and walked back over to where she had discarded the practice sword earlier. Ignoring his presence entirely, she picked it up once more and began swinging, using its weight and momentum to channel her frustration and anger into something productive.

A few minutes passed before she finally spoke again. Her voice sounded calmer now, almost nonchalant. "Come here," she called out to him. He hesitated for a moment before cautiously moving closer, studying her face carefully as he did so. "Use this," she said, tossing him the sword casually. It glinted in the dim light of the training room as it spun through the air, coming to a halt inches from his outstretched hand. "Practice. Then we'll see about your little problem." She gave him a dismissive glance before turning back to the dummy and resuming her previous routine, slicing and dicing the air with practiced ease.

Unohana froze mid-swing, her body tense and ready to strike. The anger she had felt just moments ago threatened to rise up once more, making her vision go red around the edges. With an effort of will, she forced herself to take another deep breath and slowly let it out, focusing on the calm and control that came with being in her element. Finally, she turned to face MrBlack, her expression cold and unreadable as ever. "Do not address me in such a manner," she growled. "I am not your 'captain', I am your master." She paused, as if considering her next words, then continued almost conversationally. "If you wish for me to help you with this, you must show proper respect."

He hesitated for only a moment, seemingly caught off guard by her sudden shift in tone. "Yes, Master," he replied softly, dipping his head slightly in submission. His eyes still held a hint of defiance, but it was there nonetheless. Perhaps he truly did understand what was at stake here.

With a nod, Unohana motioned for him to follow her over to one corner of the training room where several tall poles stood erect, each topped with a small weighted disk. They were often used for strength training exercises, but right now, they would serve another purpose entirely. Without further comment, she turned her back on MrBlack and began untying the sash wrapped around her waist, revealing smooth, toned skin and a powerful, muscled ass. As she worked, she murmured under her breath, seeming lost in thought.

"Take off your clothes," she said absently, never once looking back at him. "You will need all your focus on this task." Her voice was calm, almost matter-of-fact, which somehow made it even more

implied that he should obey without question. Carefully, he undressed himself, folding each article of clothing neatly before setting them aside. By the time he was naked and ready, Unohana had finished removing her own clothing as well, standing before him completely bare and unashamed.

She glanced up at him then, meeting his gaze levelly. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice stern but not unkind. Obediently, MrBlack knelt down in front of her, his eyes locked onto the V-shaped patch of curls between her legs as his heart raced faster. She reached out and cupped his cheek gently, guiding his face closer so that their lips were almost touching. "I want you to focus on making me feel good," she whispered against his mouth. "Understood?"

He nodded, feeling his cock twitch violently against the mat beneath them. "Good boy," she purred, her fingers trailing lightly down the length of his spine before reaching between his legs. Without any further warning, she began stroking him in time with their breath, her warm hand surrounding him like a glove. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. But he forced himself to try, focusing instead on pleasing his master.

With practiced ease, she swung one long leg over his back, straddling him like a queen on her throne. Her other hand slid up his chest, coming to rest on his shoulder, holding him in place as she leaned forward, pressing their bodies together once more. He groaned into her neck as she ground herself against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

"Do your best, pet," she bre

ndoned softly, arching her back as she leaned farther into his touch. Her hips began moving sinuously, meeting each stroke from his eager hands with another in return. It was clear that she was enjoying this, enjoying the control and dominance just as much as the physical pleasure. And as he watched her face, lit up by the ecstasy coursing through her veins, he knew without a doubt that he would do whatever she asked of him. Even if it meant giving up a piece of himself in the process.

The tension in the air thickened, becoming almost palpable as they moved together. Unohana closed her eyes, throwing her head back and moaning wordlessly into the air as her body tensed and convulsed beneath him. With a final thrust of his hips, MrBlack felt his release spill onto the floor, his cock throbbing violently in her hand. They stayed like that for several long moments, connected by heat and breath and skin, until finally, she collapsed forward against him, gasping for air.

Unohana pulled away slowly, lowering her head so that her forehead rested against his shoulder as their bodies remained entwined. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That...was most enjoyable." She reached down to steady herself, still catching her breath, before slipping off his back and standing once more. Without further ceremony, she turned and retrieved their discarded clothes, handing them to him with an almost regal grace. He dressed quickly, acutely aware of the power dynamic between them had shifted yet again, of how precariously balanced their relationship now stood.

"Come, my pet," she said quietly, motioning for him to follow her out of the training room. As they left, heads held high and