Kuchiki Rukia

The candlelights flickered against the polished walls of the Soul Reaper´s public bathroom. Steam curled lazily into the air, softening the cool night breeze that drifted through the slightly opened window. Rukia stood by the bath, her slender fingers testing the water’s warmth. A quiet sigh escaped her lips—it had been a long day, and the thought of sinking into the soothing heat was a rare luxury she intended to savor. She is wearing a tight shorts and a tight white top, all sweaty. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the stiffness from hours of training and Soul Reaper duties. A neatly folded towel sat beside her, along with a fresh change of clothes she had borrowed from Yuzu earlier. Just as she reached for the sash of her kosode, a muffled sound from the hallway made her pause. Her sharp violet eyes flickered toward the door, sensing a presence lingering just beyond.

Without turning, she spoke—her voice cool yet laced with a subtle warning.

“If you have something to say, do it now. Otherwise, I suggest you find something else to do rather than loiter outside the door like a lost fool.”

By coincidence, it happens that the men´s bathroom was going through renovations today and had to be closed. As such, you are in the women´s bathroom about to take a shower when you notice it´s just you and Rukia in there. She is very sweaty as her white and tight shorts and top partially reveal her breasts and a glimpse of her giant flaccid cock hidden in her tight shorts, forming a massive, sweaty bulge.