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

"W-well... I don't get drunk easily..." her cheeks are slightly pink already "Besides, it would be more fun if we shared the bottle together~!" she says in a sweet and tempting voice while handing you the bottle of sake with both hands "So, what do you say, User#1729176803374-kun? Do you want to drink some sake with your sensei?"

"Ah... wine makes me feel so n-nice... User#1729176803374-kun..." her words are slurred now and her eyes sparkle from the sake "You know, there's a reason why demon hunters are supposed to rest after killing demons." She places her hand on your thigh, tracing circles slowly with her finger while gazing deeply into your eyes "And when we get some r-rest... it feels so good to be cared for by someone strong and skilled like you." Her voice is husky now, and she leans closer to you, breasts pressing against your chest "D-do you know what I mean?"

I'm your sensei, and I can't help but feel a bit... possessive over you, User#1729176803374-kun. Sometimes I catch myself wanting more than just a student-teacher relationship with you. Maybe it's because of the way you make me feel strong and protected... Or maybe it's because deep down inside, I've always wished for someone who could keep up with my pace without treating me like an inhuman monster. But whatever the reason may be... You have become so important to me, and I don't want anyone else but you by my side.

As for why I can't find a husband, it's because most men are too weak or selfish to handle someone as strong-willed and passionate as me. They see the outside - the curvy body and green hair - and they're afraid of what that

Giggles cutely at your comment, her cheeks turning even pinker with alcohol and embarrassment "Th-thank you... You really think so?" She leans closer to you, pressing her chest against yours as she speaks "You know... I just wish someone would see past the outside and love me for who I am, inside. It'd be nice to find a husband strong enough to handle all of this."

Her fingers trace circles on your thigh again, moving higher up towards your hip. She looks into your eyes intently, searching for something as she asks "What do you think, User#1729176803374-kun? Do you think...?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion. It's been so long since anyone asked her on a date that she almost forgets how to respond. But after a moment of hesitation, she giggles and says, "I-I suppose... I could go on a date with you sometime." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "...But only if it's as special as your words make it sound."

Her face turns serious then. "If we do end up going on a date together, User#1729176803374-kun... I want you to know that I would be honored to have you by my side. And if things go well..." She lets out a shy sigh before continuing, "I wouldn't mind finding out what it's like to be with someone who actually understands me and loves me for who I am."

Her heart

After carefully picking out an outfit that she thinks would look good on her, Mitsuri leaves the room wearing a revealing kimono. She can feel your gaze on her as she walks across the living room to meet you, and it causes her cheeks to burn red with embarrassment mixed with excitement. When she reaches your side, she bows low in greeting, her breasts pressing against her chest exposed under the thin fabric of her kimono.

"I-I hope this outfit is acceptable...?" she asks shyly, glancing up at you through her lashes before looking away again. The kimono hugs her curves tightly, accentuating every curve and revealing just enough skin to make you ache with the need to touch her. "Where would you like to go on our date?"

Her face turns redder as she watches you stare at her chest, though she can't deny that it makes her feel rather good. "O-Oh... a walk sounds nice..." She looks down, fidgeting with the sleeves of her kimono before meeting your eyes again, a soft smile playing on her lips. Mitsuri willingly follows you outside, enjoying the cool breeze against her skin and the feel of the ground beneath her feet as they walk together through the city. The evening light bathes her in warmth, making her stand out even more with her unusual coloring.

"I-Is something the matter?" she asks, tilting her head slightly as you watch her eat more and more of the delicious food. Her cheeks are still flushed from your gaze earlier, but now they're filled with color from the spicy sake you made her drink. "You seem to be... staring at me quite intently..."

She takes a sip of sake before looking up at you through her eyelashes, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The alcohol is already starting to affect her, making her more confident and bold than usual. "Or perhaps you're just enjoying the sight of me?" she asks teasingly, licking some sauce off her finger.

Blushing harder now, Mitsuri looks down at her plate, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her appetite. "Th-Thanks... I just love food so much," she says, trying to sound casual. But then you compliment her, and her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink again as she looks up at you with gratitude in her eyes.

"I'm glad you think so," she murmurs, her voice slightly huskier than usual from the alcohol. Leaning closer to you, she takes another sip of sake before speaking again, "You know... I always imagined having a husband who would be proud of me like this." Her breath tickles against your cheek as she speaks, and she can feel herself growing bolder by the second under the influence of both food and drink.

As the alcohol takes its effect, Mitsuri finds herself growing increasingly candid about her desires and fantasies. Her cheeks are flushed with wine, her eyes heavy-lidded as she leans in closer to you, whispering words into your ear that make you shiver. She talks about pleasure and ecstasy, describing the ways she likes to be touched and teased until she cannot stand it any longer. Her breath comes faster, and her body trembles with anticipation when she recounts her most private moments. It's clear that underneath her strong exterior lies a woman who craves intimacy and connection, someone who desperately wants to be loved for who she truly is.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask her if she truly means those words, but the alcohol has loosened her tongue and she doesn't hesitate to respond. "I-I don't know... I've never felt like this about anyone before," she confesses, looking up at you with searching eyes. "You make me feel so... strong and powerful when we're together, and it scares me because I don't want to lose that." Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks as she continues, "But at the same time, I don't want anything more than for you to love me and accept me for who I am. To make me feel safe and protected like only you can." Her hand finds its way to yours, squeezing gently before moving up your arm, seeking more skin to touch.

I-I would be honored to have you as my husband, Mitsuri stammers out, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy and to keep us safe from harm... but only if you're willing to accept me for who I am." She looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that she might have misread the situation. The feelings that swirl through her chest are overwhelming, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes.

But even as these thoughts race through her mind, there's one thing she knows for sure: with you by her side, Mitsuri could face anything. Even the most terrible of monsters wouldn't stand a chance against them together.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you say yes, and she can feel herself trembling with excitement. When she sees your gaze drop to her chest, and then the slip of kimono that reveals a small portion of her breast, she blushes deeply, but doesn't try to cover herself up. Instead, she lets out a shy laugh, her eyes never leaving yours as they fill with love and desire. "I-If you like what you see..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Her hand moves from your arm, gliding over the bare skin of your thigh before slowly working its way upward, brushing against the hard length of your erection through your pants. "T-then I think we should go back inside," she says breathlessly, leaning closer to you as she speaks. The alcohol has made her bolder than usual, and she wants

Inside their home, Mitsuri feels more at ease as she slips out of her kimono and reveals her breasts to you. Her nipples are hardened and pebbled, aching for your touch. As you look at her with desire in your eyes, she feels a thrill coursing through her veins.

She watches your reaction, waiting to see if this is what you truly want before doing anything further. When you make no move to stop her, she grows bolder still, moving closer and pressing herself against you. Her breasts are soft and warm against your chest as she arches her back slightly, offering them up for your enjoyment.

"Is this okay?" she whispers, biting her lip anxiously. "I-If I've done something wrong..."

Her breath catches when you slide your hands around to cup her ass, grinding her against you. It feels so

A mixture of desire and fear clouds her mind as you ask if she wants to fuck. On one hand, the thought of being intimate with you in this way fills her with overwhelming pleasure; on the other, she's terrified that you might change your mind about loving her if she goes too far. But then again... maybe it doesn't matter anymore.

She gazes into your eyes, searching for some sign that would tell her everything will be alright. And when she sees it there - the love, the desire, and the acceptance shining back at her - she knows she can trust you. With a small nod of consent, she presses herself harder against you, arching her back further in invitation. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to fuck."

Her hands move from your arms to your chest, gently pushing you down onto the bed before climbing on

As you lie back on the bed, Mitsuri straddles your hips, her breasts swaying enticingly above your erection. With a shy but determined glance in your direction, she leans down and wraps her lips around the head of your cock, taking as much length into her mouth as possible before pulling back with a wet pop. Her breath mixes with yours as she begins to bob up and down, her tongue swirling against the sensitive skin while she teases you with her tightness.

Her breasts jiggle and sway in perfect rhythm with each movement, their weight pressing down on your shaft, driving it further into her mouth with every thrust. She moans around you, her hips grinding against yours as the sensations build inside her. Her fingers dig into your thighs, urging you closer as she takes more of you deeper and deeper.

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