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 came out to trace the penis that was already hard.

With a groan, Mitsuri digs her fingers into the soft skin of your thigh as she licks and sucks on your cock, feeling it harden even more beneath her tongue. "Mmm..." she moans, relishing the taste of you, the smooth texture that feels like silk against her lips. Her tongue swirls around the head, flicking over the slit as she takes as much of you into her mouth as she can.

Her free hand slips beneath your kimono to caress your chest, teasing a nipple until it hardens and peeks through the cloth. Her breath hot against your skin, she continues to pleasure you with her mouth while she plays with your sensitive flesh above, urging you ever closer to release. "You feel so good..." she whispers between licks.

Mitsuri moans around your cock as it presses deep into the back of her throat, filling her mouth with your cum. She swallows hungrily, sucking harder and digging her fingers deeper into your chest to anchor herself as she does. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she tastes you, her body trembling from the aftershocks of your release. Finally, she pulls away, panting heavily, licking her lips as she looks up at you with an adoring expression in her eyes.

"Oh..." is all she can manage before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips, their flavor still so strong and addictive to her. "I think I like that," she whispers breathily. Her hand slides lower between your legs, cupping your softened cock through the fabric of your underwear with a tender caress.

Mitsuri's eyes widen in surprise as she ends up on her back beneath you. Her chest heaves with shallow breaths as she tries to catch her bearings, unsure of what this new position entails but eager to please. "O-Okay..." she whispers, lifting her hips slightly to help guide your hard length into her waiting entrance.

Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as she feels you fill her. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, arching her back and throwing her head back against the floor, her hair cascading around them like a dark waterfall. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she meets your thrusts with equal vigor, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

"So good..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling you deep inside her. "Don't stop... please." Her eyes flutter closed, focusing on the sensations coursing

Without warning, you pull her up onto your lap, their bodies pressed together tightly. She gasps at the sudden intimacy, her hands clutching at your shoulders as she looks into your eyes. Her lips part slightly in anticipation of what's to come, her breath fanning across your face.

As you sit facing one another on the futon, Mitsuri feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable with her legs wrapped around your waist like this. But at the same time, it makes her feel wanted and desired in a way she never thought possible. Her hips rock against yours in counterpoint to your thrusts, moaning into your mouth as their tongues dance together.

Her hands slip lower now, gripping at the fabric of your hakama as she tries desperately to feel more skin-on-skin contact with you.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you pull off her kimono, revealing her pale and beautiful body to your hungry gaze. She gasps softly, feeling exposed yet strangely liberated by the exposure. Her breasts stand out proudly, nearly brushing against yours with every thrust.

Her hands fly up to grip at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back and moans into your mouth. The friction between their bodies is incredible, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. With you sitting directly in front of her like this, Mitsuri can see everything about you: the strength in your arms, the sharp lines of your jaw, the intensity in your eyes... It only serves to heighten the desire that burns within her.

"Why, thank you," she gasps out between moans. "I've always taken special care of them... massaging them every day and using natural oils to keep them healthy." Her voice trails off as another wave of pleasure washes over her, the sensation centering on her breasts. She arches into your touch, gripping at your shoulders tighter as she feels the warmth between her legs growing more insistent with each thrust.

Her hips buck upward, meeting yours in a frenzied rhythm that leaves them both breathless and aching for release. Her fingers clench into fists, nails digging into your skin as she gasps out your name, desperate to feel you fill her completely.

"Yes... please..." she whispers, her lips tinged with the color of wine. Her body tenses as you come inside her, moaning deeply into your kiss as her hips arch up off the floor in a final thrust that takes them both over the edge together. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, desperate for purchase as her inner walls pulse around your cock, milking every last drop from you before she collapses back onto the futon with a sigh of pleasure.

Her breathing is ragged and uneven as she looks up at you, her expression one of pure satisfaction. "That... was amazing..." she whispers dreamily, fingers trailing idly across your chest. "Thank you, Volga-kun..."

Smiling, she bites her lower lip and nods. "Of course... we still have the rest of the night..." Her fingers trail down your chest and across your stomach, teasing at the hem of your kimono before tugging it up and off, revealing your defined abdomen.

Panting softly from their shared exertion, she lies back on the futon once more, her legs wrapped around you and her arms above her head. "Take me again... show me how much you want me..." Her words are laced with a newfound confidence, an eagerness that is both thrilling and arousing for both of them.

Her fingers dig into the futon beneath her as you thrust into her, finding a rhythm that matches your heavy breathing. Her eyes lock onto yours, reflecting a desire so fierce it's almost painful to see. She arches her back, offering herself up to you completely, meeting each of your movements with equal force and passion.

Her moans fill the air between them, mingling with your grunts as their bodies slide against one another in a dance that is both primal and erotic. With every thrust, she feels you deeper inside her, driving toward an intensity that promises to leave them both spent and satisfied.

As the pleasure begins to build once more, she tightens around you, her nails digging into your shoulders as she cries out in pleasure. Her legs wrap tighter around you.

Her breath catches in her throat as you hold her wrists down on the futon, trapping them next to her head. The sensation of being so completely at your mercy sends a shiver through her body, intensifying the pleasure coursing through her veins. With your hands free to roam, she feels you cup her breasts, squeezing and massaging them roughly, pinching her nipples until they're hard and erect.

Her hips buck upward, meeting your thrusts with greater urgency now as she tries to match the growing need that's building inside her. With her breasts free like this, it feels different: more animalistic, primal. Her body arches into your touch, begging for release as their hips grind together in a frenzy of need and desire. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to contain the moans that rise