Introduction: Recently, I've been making an effort to try to reach 1000 words before I change perspective --that way, the reader can get a real feel for what is going on and what the character is feeling. I've also been trying to limit the number of perspectives I sample, because even clearly labeled, it can get really confusing! So far, for "One Trick Pony", I've used five different perspectives, and I will probably be using more to highlight some of the couples that are minor pairings for this universe.
When I wrote this piece from Shuei's perspective, I originally intended to include it in chapter six --after all, Shuei is/will be part of one of the minor pairings in the story, and this is a sexy little piece. I cut it from the chapter because of how short it is (a mere 245 words) and because, while it is certainly sensual, it provided no plot advancement.
I have only written two chapters past this so far, so I can't say for sure if this scene will be or won't be referenced later on in the story. What I can tell you is that this actually does happen in the story (right after the section that features Shuei's lesson): it is simply an off-screen event, so far.
And no, Ichigo is not aware this ever happened.
So, enjoy this short little omake!
Shuei: Gods, that boy was an orgasm on legs, and it was as though he had no clue! I felt a bit dirty as I hid in the bathroom, jacking off to the mental image of Berry-chan fingering himself for the first time. I may have felt dirty, but evidently I didn't feel dirty enough to stop myself. When I heard the door open, I stopped short, panting hard. I was at once curious and terrified of who that person might be. I was sure nothing on earth would have surprised me more than the moment that those sweet little mewls of pleasure began to fill the room. However, much to my chagrin, I was wrong. The only thing that surprised me more was that I recognized that voice. It was my sweet little Berry-chan. Fucking hell, the Fates either loved me dearly or loathed my very existence. They obviously loved me dearly because –hello, who needs mental jerk off material when that sweet voice and his soft panting filled the room? Yet they definitely loathed my very existence because I dared not make a single sound or take a loud breath as I stroked myself in time to his pleasured sounds and panting breaths. When he gasped out in orgasm, I followed quickly, covering my own hand with my semen. Still, I dared not make a sound until heard him leave the bathroom. Then, and only then, did I dare pant out, "Oh, Gods. Berry-chan."