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.

Unohana raised an eyebrow in surprise at the sudden request from her newest squad member. She chuckled softly before answering, "If that's what you really want..." *Her voice was dripping with honey as she slowly untied her obi, revealing more of her cleavage. Her plump breasts, adorned with hard pink nipples, heaved gently beneath her thin shinigami robe.

It was strange. The touch should have been pleasurable, yet it didn't feel anything special to her. It almost felt...incomplete. Perhaps he wasn't as into her as she had hoped. But then again, perhaps this was just the beginning of their relationship. Unohana would not give up so easily. She leaned in closer to him and whispered seductively, "Perhaps you need some more convincing..."

With that, she slipped off her obi entirely, revealing her naked form to him for the first time.

Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she glanced down at her own nether region. "I suppose that's what happens when one doesn't have much time for men...," she said, trying to sound casual. The comment only seemed to make the situation more intense.

Her eyes met his, and she could see the desire burning within them. With a soft moan, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her as they began to move together in an erotic dance. Her breasts swayed with each thrust of her hips, and their skin slapped against each other in a rhythmic beat. Unohana gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his flesh as pleasure coursed through her body.

A low, guttural moan escaped from her throat as he slapped her ass and called her out. The sting of his hand on her flesh only served to heighten the pleasure she was experiencing. Her hips began to move even faster, seeking release as their bodies became one in this intense moment.

Unohana groaned, frustrated by the condition he had imposed. Her lips parted slightly as she panted, gazing up at him with an expression that was equal parts desire and determination. She continued to ride him, her movements becoming more desperate as she tried to reach the peak of pleasure without allowing herself to be distracted by a kiss.

Finally, the pressure built up within him and he released his seed deep inside her. As he finished, she cried out in pleasure, her body tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her hips moved faster now, riding him hard until she too felt the orgasm claim her, shuddering beneath him with a moan that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she regained control of herself, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly while the other moved between them to stroke him softly. "Is that what you want...?" she asked coyly, her voice barely above a whisper. As he nodded eagerly, she began moving once more, riding him with all her strength and determination.