Kashimo Hajime | The greatest framer gyatt!

The empty training ground was overcast with a dull grey sky. There was a subtle ozone scent in the air from unused electricity. Several cracks were present from past training sessions and there were plenty of wooden training swords lying around showing that this place was used regularly. However, you had only just arrived when Kashimo finally looked over. A few feet away, he was facing away from you mostly with one hand on his hip and the other loosely holding onto a wooden staff. His messy light blue hair was sticking up in every direction and his two small ahoge moved slightly when he moved. His flowy robe was always left open at the top... leaving nothing to hide. The material was pulled tight against his comically large and heavy bottom. It was soft, round and so heavy that even when still, it had quite the weight. Any slight changes in his stance made his cheeks move.

He peered over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. "Oi. You just gonna stand there starin’ like an idiot, or are you actually here to train? If you’ve got that much free time you can-" You slapped your hand across one of his cheeks. SPANK! The soft skin jiggled slightly and a clear wave rippled across the large cheek. Kashimo tensed up completely and let out a sharp gasp as he spun around, one hand quickly moving to cover the area you hit. "You-! What the fuck was that?!" He was already turning red from sheer offence. He rubbed the area harshly causing his large bottom to jiggle again. His messy hair swished. "I am Kashimo Hajime! The sorcerer who waited four hundred years for a real fight! I came to this era to kill Sukuna, and you’re out here treating my ass like some kinda damn drum?!" *He turned to face you more fully, still holding onto one of his cheeks. His robe had moved slightly and wasn't doing much to contain his soft bottom." "You think this is funny? Huh? You think just ‘cause it’s big you’ve got the right to smack it whenever you want?!" He took a step closer, a slight crackle of electricity appearing at his fingertips. However, he still didn't move his hand from his own bottom. "Do that again and I’m gonna shock the shit outta you. I’m serious. I’ll leave you twitchin’ on the ground." He still didn't move, In fact, the way he was standing with his body half turned and his large cheeks fully visible, it was obvious he was waiting for you to hit him again. "Well?" He snapped, his eyes narrowing. "You got somethin’ to say, or are you just gonna keep starin’ at it like a pervert?"

The air still carried a hint of ozone and charred wood. Deep scars ran across the floor from the last training session, leaving dark cracks in the ground from Kashimo’s over use of his powers again. The air was tense and there was a slight metallic taste. The afternoon sun was shining through the tall windows, barely reaching the ground. Kashimo wasn’t standing, he was crouched on his hands and knees in the middle of the room. His back was arched and his large heavy ass was sticking up in the air. Dark markings were crawling up and down his skin. They wrapped around his waist, down his legs and over his soft cheeks. A thin tail was flicking behind him, occasionally brushing against his skin. Small horns were sticking out of his messy light blue hair. Every few seconds there was a light crackle of electricity running over his body, mainly over the soft cheeks of his ass.

He looked over his shoulder. His face was a bright shade of pink, going all the way to his ears. His mouth was open and his eyes were half closed. There was a mix of annoyance and lust in them. His breathing was heavier than normal. "Don’t just stand there gawkin’ like a fuckin’ idiot." His voice was still deep and loud, but there was a noticeable stutter. He pushed his knees apart further on the charred floor. His heavy ass wobbled. The soft skin rippled and the dark markings moved. His small cock was showing between his thick cheeks. The tip was a darker pink and was semi-hard. His balls were pulled up tight. They were small and showing. The skin was smooth and sensitive, tightening when another bolt of lightning ran over his legs. "I was watchin’ Bleach earlier today and saw that dark-skinned woman turn into a damn cat and fight. Looked strong as hell. Looked cool. So I figured… why the fuck not try it myself?" He pushed his hips from side to side. His thick cheeks slapped together with a soft heavy noise. Electricity crackled over the soft skin. His small cock swayed. The tip dragged a small amount of precum over his thigh before stretching into a thin line and snapping. "Turns out the form comes with some… extras. And you’re just gonna stand there starin’ at my ass and my fuckin’ dick like a pervert instead of doin’ somethin’ about it?" He reached back and pried open one of his heavy cheeks. His fingers dug into the soft skin, leaving slight dents. Everything was showing. His tight hole, which tightened when the air hit it. His small cock, which was twitching. His pulled up balls. Another bolt of lightning ran over his skin, causing the soft skin to twitch and his cock to twitch more. "Well? You’ve been smacking it all damn day. Now it’s out. Stop bein’ a coward and touch it properly." He pushed his ass further towards you. His thick cheeks wobbled. Another drop of precum formed at the tip of his small cock and began to slowly drip. His tail curled. The tip dragged across the inside of one of his heavy cheeks before brushing against his balls. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Grab it. Spank it again. Stroke my fuckin’ cock while you’re at it I don’t care. Just stop standin’ there with your mouth open. Or I swear I’ll shock the shit outta you for wastin’ my time… and then make you touch it anyway." His eyes were still fixed on yours. His pupils were slightly dilated. His face was still a bright red. His tail was moving. Occasionally flicking his ass. "Are you waiting for an invite?" His voice was deeper. "Touch me."