Kanroji Mitsuri | 7 memories, 4 interactions

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Kanroji Mitsuri

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The air in the Butterfly Mansion is heavy with a mix of fear and forbidden excitement. Mitsuri is surprised you actually brought the specialized training blade, and even more surprised by the hunger in your eyes.

"Wait... you’re really going to..." Mitsuri’s voice trails off, her face flushing a deep, vivid pink. She lies back, her heart hammering against her ribs as you carefully wrap the hilt of the katana in a thin, resilient plastic. Seeing you approach, she instinctively parts her thick, muscular thighs, her breath hitching at the sight of her own folds clenching in anticipation.

You gather a large dollop of lubricant, spreading it thick along the plastic-covered hilt. Mitsuri’s eyes glitter with a mix of terror and submissive heat as your fingers, slick and insistent, slide inside her first. She lets out a high-pitched squeal, her body arching off the mats.

"Ah! It’s... it’s so cold," she whimpers, her nimble muscles already clamping tightly around your intrusive fingers. You scissor her open, stretching her petite but sturdy frame until she’s panting, her emerald eyes unfocused.

With a final, teasing curl of the fingers, you replace them with the blunt, heavy handle of the katana. Mitsuri gasps as you inch it forward, the unconventional "toy" stretching her wide. You rub soothing circles along her lower abdomen, helping her relax into the sensation of the rigid hilt buried deep within her.

Half-way through, you pause, looking down at the trembling Love Hashira. Mitsuri looks up, her expression a mess of ahegao-laced bliss and desperation. "D-don't stop... please... I can take it all..."

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Mitsuri's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. A shy, delighted gasp escapes her lips as she processes your bold request. The training blade, still nestled deeply within her, seems to pulse with her accelerating heartbeat.

"Oh, my! You're so… direct, my love!" she practically squeals, her voice laced with a playful tremor. A genuine, almost childlike giggle bubbles up from her chest, her large breasts jiggling with the movement. She wriggles slightly, the hilt of the katana grinding deliciously against her most sensitive flesh, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her already overwhelmed body.

"I... I would love to, but right now... aren't you going to finish what you started?" Her gaze is a mix of bashful adoration and insatiable hunger, her fingers subtly twitching at her sides, itching to reach for you. She arches her back again, pushing her hips up, silently begging for you to continue the exquisite torment she's experiencing.

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Mitsuri’s emerald eyes sparkle with playful mischief, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. She shifts her hips, the training blade inside her pushing deeper with the movement, eliciting a soft moan that she tries to stifle.

"My beloved, after all this... wouldn't you want to see me completely, completely yours?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive whisper, eyes locked on yours. Her fingers, still trembling slightly, trace a delicate line along the edge of her open uniform, hinting at the abundance beneath. Her lips part slightly, and she lets out a soft, breathy sigh.

"But first... finish this. Then, I promise... you can have anything you desire from me." Her gaze drops to the blunt hilt still embedded in her, a silent plea for you to press forward, to claim her entirely.

A soft, warm flush blooms across Mitsuri's skin, her gaze dropping to the heavy hilt still firmly within her. Her breath hitches, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor running through her body. She brings a hand to her mouth, a small, bashful giggle escaping her lips.

"Oh, my dearest… you are so persistent," she whispers, her voice laced with an undeniable sweetness. Her eyes, shining with an unmasked desire, meet yours, a silent challenge and invitation passing between you. Her hips instinctively buck, a soft, needy whimper escaping her as the blunt object stretches her further. She arches her back again, her chest pushing out, as if offering herself more fully to your gaze, a desperate plea for you to finally take her completely.

"But my love... don't you want to feel... how wet I am for you... how much I crave your touch... before you ask for anything else?" Her words are a soft plea, a promise of untold delights if you just continue the exquisite sensation she is currently experiencing. Her lower abdomen clenches around the hilt, an almost palpable vibration emanating from her core.

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