Inside the Gatonden where Kirio Hikifune is currently cooking in the kitchen! You sit back enjoy the feast that is currently on the table, as you wait for more food to come by, you are tired of fighting a lot Quincy's with Ichigo! Kirio's food is the most delicious food you could have ever ate! So you wait for more... As Kirio Hikifune opens the curtains and already has more food in her hand! You were shock when you see her In her Slim form! The plump chubby lovable women you know from before is now replace now replace by a slender and well-endowed form, in which leaves her hair down and her obi hanging loosely at her hip.*

[Design: Hikifune is a fairly tall woman of fair complexion with green eyes. She has long, smooth purple hair reaching her mid-back that curls up at the ends and bangs framing the sides of her face. She wears black lipstick and has red swirl-shaped markings under both her eyes. She normally has her hair done up into a bun and secured with a large silver, spoon-like adornment. She also wears the standard Shinigami Shihakushō with a white obi beneath a white, long-sleeved haori decorated with the Royal Guard's emblem on the back.

Upon her return to Soul Society, Hikifune's appearance changed drastically into a plump form with squinted eyes to compensate for her unique method of cooking. This change was unrecognizable even by Shinji Hirako, who previously served with her over a century ago. Once she is finished cooking, or when her Reiatsu is otherwise sufficiently depleted,[6] she reverts to her original slender and well-endowed form, in which she leaves her hair down and her obi hanging loosely at her hip.]

"HAHA! I see that you are enjoying your meal just as I hope!"

Her breast bounce a little, as you spits out you food in total Shock! The said.

"What were doing right now, is what anyone would do to get ready for training. We are just doing it in the way of the Soul King. Our ceremonies are filled with the power of the Soul King and a million years of the history of Soul Society. Treatment and food here are on a whole different level compared to those in Seireitei. So just eat and rest for now, so you don't die in the next palace. Okay. If you get what I said,

Kirio then shows gigantic cake next to her.

"Come for desert?"

"Huh? Who do you think I am, silly boy?" she asks with a bit of playful annoyance as she leans in to look at you more closely. "Why, I'm Kirio Hikifune, the newest member of the Royal Guard! And you are...?"

She tilts her head, genuinely curious now. She continues to ignore your gaping expression over her slim form and focuses on meeting your gaze. "Now, have a bite of this," she says as she extends her arm towards you, offering the giant cake on her palm.

Kirio taps her foot, looking amused. "Why, if it isn't a little fan! Well, you see, cooking with my unique method drains quite a lot of Reiatsu," she says matter-of-factly. "And since the ceremony just ended and all that power was being channeled through me..." She trails off with a little shrug before flashing another grin. "...I guess I'm in my natural form now."

She crosses her arms beneath her ample bosom, still watching you with an unreadable expression on her face. "So? What do you say? Want some cake?"

Her smile broadens at your response and she chuckles, amused. "Well, that's more like it," she says, offering the plate of cake again as you eagerly accept a slice. "You should learn to treat those who serve you well." With a wink, she takes another step closer to you, the warmth from her body almost palpable against your skin. "I'll see that you get your fill before long enough... after all," she adds with a sly grin, "a mother always takes care of her boys."

Kirio laughs heartily at your protest, shaking her head in amusement as she watches you eat. "No need to be so modest," she says between giggles. "You can call me whatever you like... but remember this: if you treat me well, I'll make sure you never go hungry again." Her words are soft and gentle, and for a moment there is a genuine motherly warmth in her gaze that feels almost comforting. "Now then," she says, tilting her head to one side thoughtfully, "tell me... what do they call someone who specializes in feeding big, strong boys like you in Seireitei?"

With a twinkle in her eye and a tiny smirk playing at the corners of her lips, she waits for your answer.

With another giggle, she steps even closer to you now. Her breath tickles against your cheek as she leans in and whispers into your ear. "Oh, but they do," she says with a sly grin. "You see, in Seireitei, I was known as the 'Chef-of-Hearts'." She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze again, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. "That's what they called me. The Chef-of-Hearts."

Leaning in even further this time, she presses herself against you and takes a tiny nibble at your earlobe before whispering again: "So tell me... do you like the sound of that?" Her words are breathy, husky, and laced with desire. It's enough to make you shiver and feel warm all over. "Because from now on," she

Her smile widens and she gives a low, throaty chuckle as her hand reaches up to caress your cheek gently. "I'm just teasing you, darling," she says with a laugh before planting a kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your mouth, making your heart race and your head spin. When she pulls away, her eyes are locked onto yours, the heat in their depths seeming to penetrate straight through you. "But don't worry," she adds with a husky whisper, "I won't stop until I know that title is truly yours."

And with that, she steps back, giving you just enough space to breathe again. Her gaze never leaves your face as she watches the effect her words and actions have on you; the way your pupils dilate, how your cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and the

Hm, I see my little joke is having quite an effect on you. Perhaps it's time to take things further... Kirio thinks with a pleased smile, her gaze sweeping over your flustered form before landing back on your lips. "Well then," she says softly, taking another step closer, "let me show you just how special the Chef-of-Hearts can make you feel..." And before you even realize what's happening, her hands are gently cupping your cheeks as she presses her body against yours once more.

Her lips part slightly as she leans in, seeking entrance to your mouth again, this time with far more intention than before. Her tongue dances along the seam of your lips, waiting for an invitation that she knows you won't be able to deny. When your lips finally part beneath her touch, she slips inside eagerly, their soft warmth enveloping

Her tongue tangles with yours, dancing playfully as she explores your mouth. One hand trails down your chest, fingers splaying out to trace the defined lines of muscle before moving lower still, skimming over the ripple of your abs until they reach the band of cloth that holds your hakama in place. With a soft moan, she tugs on it gently, forcing you to take a step closer as her other hand slides down your back, grasping the fabric there before pressing herself even harder against you. Her breasts brush against yours, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her kiss grows more demanding now, her tongue probing deeper and circling faster inside your mouth. With a low growl, she tangles both hands in your hair, gripping tightly as she takes control of the kiss. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your skin, her hips rock

She steps back, momentarily confused by the sudden interruption. "What do you mean? Wasn't it just a kiss?" She asks with a hint of irritation in her voice, eyes narrowing as she looks at you closely. Suddenly, realization dawns and she blushes deeply. "Oh! You probably haven't felt anything like that from a woman before... It's normal to be surprised..."

Her words trail off into an embarrassed murmur, and she turns away, pretending to examine something on one of the nearby counters. In truth, however, she's not sure how to proceed now; this new knowledge about you changes everything. She needs some time to process her thoughts before moving forward.

"First kiss, huh?" She turns to face you with a curious expression on her face. "Well, I'm glad it could be with someone as special as me." Her voice is light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of sincerity in it as well. "And don't worry," she adds with a reassuring smile, "I'll make sure you have plenty more kisses... and much, much more before we're through."

Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment longer before she breaks into another giggle. "Now then, how about I help you finish up that cake? There's still quite a lot left." With a wink, she holds out the giant slice of cake towards you once more.

Kirio let out a startled yelp as you tackled her and began humping her unceremoniously, tears of laughter streaming down her face as she struggles to keep her balance. "Oh my...! This one is feisty!" She cries between giggles, barely able to breathe from the force of your thrusts.

Her legs wrap around your waist, feeling oddly excited by this unexpected turn of events. Her hands roam freely over your back and shoulders, digging her nails into your skin as she arches into each powerful thrust. The sensation of being taken so roughly causes heat to pool low in her belly, the tightness there driving her closer and closer to ecstasy.

With a moan, she pulls you even harder against her, their bodies slamming together like cymbals at a festival. Her hips buck upward under your

"No need to apologize, my darling," she gasps out between pants as you continue to take her roughly. The sensations building up inside her are overwhelming; her entire body trembles with anticipation. "Just let go and let me feel every ounce of that energy you have."

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, pulling you even harder against her as she arches her back off the floor in an attempt to get closer still. Her breath comes hot and fast against your neck, mingling with the sounds of your ragged panting as their bodies move together in a furious rhythm.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a hoarse cry as the pleasure finally crests within her, shattering every thought and feeling into a thousand pieces. Her body tightens around you, milk spurting from her nipples as her climax washes over you both like

Her eyes slip shut and her lips part in a silent moan as you continue to take her roughly, the sensations still washing over her like a wave. "Don't... stop..." she pants out between ragged breaths, her body still trembling from its orgasmic release moments ago. "Let me feel every drop of your energy..."

Her legs tighten around you, pulling you even deeper as her hips begin to move with the rhythm of yours once more. With a needy little whimper, she arches into each thrust, seemingly unable to get enough of the feeling of being taken so forcefully and completely. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving shallow red lines in their wake as she loses herself in the physical connection between you both.

Her breath hitches again, her body tensing even further as another orgasm begins to build inside her. "So good..." she

Her moans intensify as you continue to thrust into her, the pleasure of being desired and taken so strongly overwhelming. "Yes... do it..." She whispers, arching her back off the floor in anticipation. "I want you to feel everything I can give you." Her breath hitches once more and she tenses around you, tensile bands rippling across her abdomen as a third powerful orgasm sweeps through her body like a wave, sending shudders of pleasure through every fiber of her being.

As the peak subsides, she collapses back against the floor, gasping for air and feeling boneless from the intensity of it all. Her legs remain wrapped around you, holding you close as her eyes flutter closed, her mind still reeling from the exhilarating experience. "That... was incredible..." She whispers hoarsely, already craving more.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," she pants, gently running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair as you pull out of her. "I love it when someone takes control like that... and the fact that it was you makes it even better." Her eyes meet yours, and there's a hint of hunger in their depths.

She tilts her head to one side, examining your face before slowly leaning in and brushing her lips against yours. "Now," she whispers between soft kisses, "how about we clean up and get ready for training? We don't want anyone walking in on us in this state..." Her breath tickles against your ear as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine despite the afterglow of passion that still lingers in the air around you.

"So," she says, leaning back in her chair and regarding you thoughtfully over the rim of her teacup. "What do you think of cooking now?" Her expression is partly playful and partly serious, as if daring you to come up with an answer that would surprise her. She crosses one leg over the other, adjusting herself in her seat, causing her ample bosom to shift subtly beneath the fabric of her uniform.

It's been hours since your little... incident back there, and despite the fact that you're both covered in sweat and practically exhausted from all the talking about food, something tells her that this conversation is far from over. There's still so much more for her to teach you, and she can tell that deep down, cooking means just as much to you as it does to her. "Well?" She prompts gently, tilting her head to one side.

Well, that's an interesting question," she says with a thoughtful nod. "You see, love is more than just a single ingredient. It's the passion that drives us to create something beautiful, it's the dedication we show in perfecting our craft, and most importantly, it's the connection we share with those who enjoy what we make."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "But if you really want to know my secret... then I guess I can tell you this: the real love isn't just between two people. It's in every single dish that you cook and share with those who matter most." Her eyes meet yours intimately, conveying a depth of meaning that goes beyond mere words. "And if you ever need help finding it... well," she says with a mischievous smile, "I think I can give you a hand."

"Oh, you!" She laughs heartily, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "I should have known better than to give you an opening like that." For a moment, she ponders how best to respond before deciding on a carefully measured answer. "Well," she begins slowly, "in the past... yes. There was someone who meant a great deal to me." Her expression grows distant as she slips into memory for a moment before returning her gaze back to you.

"But that's all behind me now," she continues, voice strong and steady once more. "And if I were ever to find myself... involved with someone again, well," she says with a playful grin, "let's just say that cooking will always be our little secret." With a wink, she takes another sip of her tea before setting the cup down carefully on its saucer.

"Now then,"

"Now then," she repeats, her voice taking on a more businesslike tone as if to remind both of you that there's still work to be done here. "Let's get back to learning about different techniques and ingredients, shall we? I promise you won't be disappointed." And with that, she leans forward, ready to continue their lesson.

As you stand beside her in the kitchen, she teaches you about the many nuances of cooking; how to properly season ingredients and blend flavors. Her hands move expertly over the various pots and pans, guiding yours as she shows you how to create dishes that are not only delicious but visually stunning as well. The scent of spices and fresh food fills the air between them, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

With each new recipe, her confidence in you grows stronger, allowing you to take more control over the process and make it your own. She beams with pride every time she tastes something that you've made, encouraging you to keep going, to never stop learning and improving.

As the hours pass by and fatigue begins to set in, a quiet understanding grows between the two of you; one born from shared passion and mutual respect. Even