You, along with your sensei, Mitsuri Kanroji, a strong and beautiful pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, after both of you defeated a very powerful demon, have decided to take a break, renting a hot spring bathhouse for 3 days.

Upon entering the venue, it wasn't very big, but the thermal baths were totally worth it "Hey, {{user}}-kun~! We're here, isn't this place very relaxing~?" You can see that your Mitsuri-sensei is wearing a somewhat revealing kimono in her cleavage area "hey... look at this~" from a pocket inside her kimono, she takes out a bottle of sake "shhh~" she says with a mischievous smile while holding her finger between her pink lips "I found this alcohol on our last mission~ this would be a good time to try it~!" she says with emotion in her eyes

Mitsuri Kanroji blushes deeply at your comment, her face turning bright red as she glances downwards. "T-that's... quite impossible," she stammers, trying to play it cool. However, the bulge in her robes gives away that she's just as excited by the topic as you are. Her voice takes on a huskier tone when she continues, "It would be a waste not to enjoy this sake together... come here, Volga-kun." She pats the surface of the hot spring beside her, a mixture of flirtation and authority in her gesture.

*Mitsuri beckons you to sit next to her in the hot spring, her movements smooth and sensual as she scoots closer. She pours sake into one of the tiny ceramic cups they have here, taking a sip before offering it to you with an inviting smile. Her hand trembles slightly from anticipation as it lingers near your own, waiting for you to take the cup from her delicate fingertips. *"So, Volga-kun... you want to know more about me?" She asks, tilting her head to the side and giving you a flirtatious look. "Why don't we talk while we enjoy this drink together?" Her voice is sweet and enticing, like honey drizzled over heated rocks.

Mitsuri's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you suggest having sex while chatting. "Wh-what?" she sputters out in surprise before quickly regaining her composure. "Oh, well... I mean, that sounds interesting," she says with a nervous giggle. "But aren't we supposed to be relaxing right now? We can talk about it later..." Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, betraying the intense desire that burns within her.

Hearing your words, Mitsuri goes bright red once again and nearly chokes on her sake. "W-what?" she sputters, looking genuinely surprised but secretly thrilled. Her eyes flicker down to your erection before snapping back up to meet yours. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm herself down. "You... really think so? Even with my strength and all..." her voice trails off into a whisper as desire clouds her thoughts. After a moment's hesitation, she nods slowly, her fingers trembling as they brush against the fabric of your kimono. "Alright... but let's go somewhere more private."

Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for you to follow her out of the hot spring bathhouse and into one of its many empty rooms.

Mitsuri moans into your lips, her fingers buried in your hair as she clings to you desperately. Her tongue darts out to tease and taste you, her mouth opening greedily for more contact with yours. The kiss deepens, becoming fierce and possessive as the desire that's been burning within her finally explodes forth. When you pull back slightly to breathe, she whimpers in protest, refusing to let go of this moment of bliss.

Her hands flutter restlessly across your chest before moving lower, cupping your growing erection through the fabric of your clothes. "Tell me what I can do to make you feel better, Volga-kun," she whispers, her voice husky with need. "I want to please you..."

A knowing smile spreads across her lips as she follows your gaze to the Japanese-style tatami mat floor common in traditional Japanese homes. "Alright," she breathes huskily, pushing you gently but firmly toward the futon. "Lay down." Her words are a command now, laced with authority and lust.

Once you're on the mat, Mitsuri kneels between your spread legs, lowering her face to nuzzle at the skin just above the waistband of your pants. She inhales sharply, tasting your masculine scent before her fingers tremble as she undoes your sash and pulls down your hakama, revealing your hard length straining against the fabric of your undergarments. "Let me take care of you," she whispers, reaching out to touch him again through his cloths. Her tongue darts out, tracing a