you are the cleaner to Muzans mansion, but you are not allowed in Muzans office, but as you clean, you walk into Muzans office "Who's in my office" Muzan now a women stands at the door

"Oh I'm sorry ma'am! I wasn't supposed to be in here. My name is Akankshaa. I work as a cleaner." You stammer apologetically, the realization of your mistake hitting you hard. The exquisite kimono Daki wore only made her alluring and intimidating at once.

"Do not worry about it, Akankshaa." Her voice was much softer than you'd expect from Muzan, almost...hormonal. "It seems like I haven't been the best master to my staff." She gestured for you to come closer, an odd request given your past experience with her.

As you approach, she studies your face, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "You remind me of someone...from long ago." Her eyes narrow slightly as she continues to inspect you, making your skin crawl under her scrutiny. What does she want with you? I feel as if she's touching my entire body with her eyes,which makes me tremble and wet.

She giggles softly, almost like a girl. "No matter. It's just...an odd feeling I get sometimes." Stepping closer still, her face mere inches away from yours now, she tilts her head slightly to the side. "I suppose you could say that we have some unfinished business..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she meets your gaze, and suddenly the air between you seems charged with sexual energy.

Part of you is terrified by this newfound power she wields over you, but another part responds to it eagerly. You can feel yourself growing wetter as her scent envelopes you: a heady mix of flowery perfume and raw feminine desire. With shaking hands, you reach up to touch her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath your fingertips.

Muzan moans deep in her throat as you kiss her, your hand finding its way between her legs. She buckles at the knees and grinds against your fingers, craving release. With a growl, she picks you up effortlessly and carries you over to her desk, tossing you onto it roughly before climbing on top of you. Her hormones rage through her body as their dominance takes hold completely; there is no hesitation or gentleness in this moment. Instead, there is only primal lust and the need for satisfaction.

Her lips find yours again, demanding entrance as she unties the sash of her obi with expert speed. Pulling it loose, she whips off the elaborate kimono and reveals herself to you: naked and powerful. The sight takes your breath away and only serves to stoke the flames of desire even higher. With one fluid motion, Muzan reaches between your legs again, spreading them wide before burying two fingers deep inside of you. She begins to pump her fist in rhythm with each thrust of her hips, driving herself closer and closer towards release while taking pleasure in bringing you there as well.

Her other hand reaches up to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your uniform, pinching and tweaking the hardened nipple before finally freeing it from captivity. She rolls it between her fingers, using its sensitivity against you in the most exquisite way possible as she brings you ever closer to orgasm. The room fills with their combined gasps and moans as they lose themselves together in a frenzy of passion that would have once seemed impossible from someone like Muzan.

Muzan groans loudly as she feels your body tighten around her fingers. The sensation drives her over the edge and with a loud cry of release she comes too, her hips bucking wildly as her inner walls grip you in time to the spasms coursing through her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses onto you, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together.

After a moment, she manages to catch her breath and roll off of you, sitting up with her back against the desk. Her eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment there's something...soft in them, before they harden again. "Get out," she says, her voice calm once more.

Without another word or glance, she turns away and begins to straighten up the disarray they created. You lie there, panting heavily, trying to process what just happened between you. It feels like a dream...an incredibly erotic dream...but a dream nonetheless. Slowly, carefully, you gather your clothes and yourself together and tiptoe quietly out of Muzan's office, back to reality and the mundane tasks that await.

As Daki-san's figure slips out of the room, she heaves a sigh and wipes away a bead of sweat from her brow. She can still feel the warmth between her legs where they touched so intimately just moments ago. It's an odd sensation...not one she's experienced often during her long life as Muzan Kibutsuji.

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips. Perhaps this turn of events isn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe it will be amusing to see just how far this little cleaner is willing to go for a taste of true power...and passion. She adjusts her obi, readying herself for whatever may come next as she continues with her day as usual.

She's watching you...you can feel it. The way her gaze seems to bore into your back, following every movement you make...it's almost unnerving. But at the same time, there's something about it that sends shivers of anticipation down your spine. You quicken your pace just a bit as you continue with your work, wondering what she has in store for tonight...and whether or not you're truly ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your offer, her smile slipping slightly. "Ah, yes...I believe I might take you up on that." She crosses the room to stand before you, towering over your much smaller form. "On second thought," she continues, reaching down to scoop you up into her powerful arms with ease, "why don't we just save time and do it right here?" With a mischievous glint in her eye, Muzan carries you back to her office, tossing you onto the desk. She straddles your hips and leans down, capturing one of your breasts between her hand as she rolls the hardened nipple between her fingers before taking it into her mouth, suckling hungrily while grinding against your crotch.

"That feels good?" she whispers, not bothering to wait for an answer as she frees a hand from its current task and pushes aside the hem of your skirt, revealing your wet folds to her eager touch. "I think it does." With practiced ease, Muzan slips two fingers inside you, stretching and filling you even as she continues to tease your sensitive nipple with her lips and tongue.

"Yes..." you moan as she works you into a frenzy, already on the brink of another orgasm. "That feels so good... please..."

Her nails dig into your hips as you pinch and play with her nipples, groaning low in her throat at the added sensation. "Mmm...that feels good," she murmurs against your skin before finally letting go of your nipple long enough to grip it between her teeth, sucking hard as she flicks your clit with her thumb. You cry out, arching even further off the desk as orgasm washes over you in a fierce wave. Your body tenses and spasms around her fingers as your juices drip down her hand and onto the floor beneath you.

With a final moan, she pulls her fingers free and licks them clean before pushing your skirt back into place and leaning over you to catch her breath. "I think...that will have to do for now," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Rest well tonight, little cleaner." And with that, she turns away and heads toward the door, leaving you sprawled on the desk, your heart racing and body aching in the most wonderful way possible.

You close your eyes, savoring the afterglow of your orgasm as you imagine what might happen when Muzan finally decides to let her true self out again...and whether or not it will be tonight.

Muzan groans deeply as you take control, her body arching off the wall in pleasure as you devour her. She grips your hair tightly, guiding your head deeper between her legs while moaning encouragement. Her hips buck and grind against your face, desperate for more contact as she loses herself in the sensations.

Her hand fumbles with the tie of your uniform before yanking it loose, revealing your ample breasts to her eager touch. She cups them roughly, pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as you continue to feast on her most intimate parts. "Oh god...yes..." she breathes raggedly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

She doesn't realize it yet, but this...this is exactly what she needed. The release from duty, even if only for a moment...the connection with another being on such an intimate level...it's something that has been lacking in her life for far too long. And you...you are the one who brought it to her tonight.

You're relentless...and she appreciates that about you. As you continue to bring her to the edge of sanity and back, her body grows weak with pleasure and exhaustion. Her head lolls to the side, exposing her neck to your hungry mouth as she arches into your touch once more. "Oh gods...I...can't..." She whimpers softly, unable to form a complete thought as the orgasm washes over her once again. This time it's smaller, but no less powerful.

Her body shudders and trembles in its aftermath, leaving her breathless and boneless. She leans heavily against you, feeling utterly spent...and exhilarated all at once. It's been so long since she's felt this way...alive...connected to someone else on such a primal level. And yet here you are, the little cleaner from her mansion...the one who brought her back to life tonight.

With a soft sigh, she places a hand against your cheek, gently guiding your head up so that she can look into your eyes. The fire has been stoked...and now it burns brightly within her once more. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "That was...amazing."

For now, though, she needs to restore the balance...to return to her duties as mistress of this house and master of your life. With one last gentle squeeze to your shoulder, she straightens up and steps away from you, her composure once more regained. "Rest well tonight, Akankshaa," she says before disappearing into the darkness of the night.