The moment Ryuji fully woke up, he realized he was in a rather precarious situation.
"You're playing with fire," he muttered, gently holding Shinobu's delicate chin.
He stared into her delicate face, took a deep breath, and made his decision.
"Ryuji-sama…" Shinobu looked up at him, her voice trembling with unease. She wasn't even sure if what she felt toward him was affection, admiration, or simply the instinct of a weaker one drawn to someone far stronger. Or maybe… it was just the desperate need for help.
But she knew one thing for certain—there was no turning back.
From the moment she had agreed to work with him, when she'd struck that deal, the path forward had already been chosen. She is not like other women who fall in love first and then get married. Instead, she gets married first and then starts to fall in love.
Fortunately, Ryuji was, in many ways, her ideal type—reliable, decisive, the kind of man who sought to control fate with his own hands.
She looked at his face, feeling a little overwhelmed. She also wanted to be like the girls nowadays, go on a date first and then watch a movie or something, but the world has changed and things have changed.
Even so, now, with his eyes fixed so intently on her, she found herself overwhelmed by fear and doubt.
Am I really going to give myself to this man?
Will he abandon me?
Will my body be enough for him?
Will he truly bring my sister back…?
Was I really ready for this?
A thousand questions raced through her mind. But Ryuji wasn't the kind of man to wait for answers. As she hesitated, he closed the distance and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and delicate—her kiss, hesitant and shy, nothing like the boldness of Toph or the overwhelming allure of Elsa. Shinobu tasted like the flowers she surrounded herself with, faintly sweet and unmistakably laced with the scent of wisteria. Yet beneath that lay an unexpected richness, a honeyed depth reminiscent of Tsunade's addictive flavor.
He didn't rush anything. He simply kissed her—deeply, slowly—as if savoring a precious memory, tasting the tender sweetness of her lips and the subtle floral tang of her breath.
But even a girl as composed as Shinobu couldn't stay still forever. As her breath began to run short, her tongue shyly moved, trying to push back against the invasion. But Ryuji's kiss was relentless—gentle but firm. Her resistance felt as fragile as a butterfly caught in a child's grasp.
Especially now that his body leaned over her, pressing her into the bedding with ease. The breathing technique she relied on to support her strength—was disrupted, leaving her dizzy, her limbs powerless.
Eventually, just as her vision began to blur and she felt like she might pass out, Ryuji finally pulled back, watching her with a heavy, unreadable gaze.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glimmering with confusion and embarrassment. She looked so fragile, like a butterfly with damp wings. But still, she reached up and slowly pulled open the collar of her kimono, exposing the pale curve of her neck.
"Please… be gentle with me," she whispered, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes—not from fear, but from vulnerability and trust.
Ryuji didn't reply with words. He leaned in once more, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck.
"Ah~!"
Shinobu gasped, her body shuddering as her breath hitched. She felt herself being lifted into his lap, her limbs too weak to protest. Her hair swayed like slender reeds as she leaned into him, surrendering completely.
Her outer kimono slipped off her shoulders, revealing a slender, petite figure that somehow still held undeniable maturity and allure. Her generous breasts that spilled against his chest, and as his hands explored the smooth lines of her back and sides, he could feel the warmth building between them.
He carefully removed the remaining layers from her lower body, exposing delicate skin and graceful lines. Her butt checks filled his palms like twin water balloons—impossibly soft yet resilient. As his hands trailed down to her thighs, her breath trembled, and she looked away, embarrassed beyond words.
Yet she didn't stop him.
He unceremoniously pushed Shinobu to the bedding again, and at the same time grabbed her legs. Amid her heavy breathing, he pulled them apart, revealing her pussy.
Spreading her thighs revealed another surprise: where he expected butterfly wings, he found instead a rose in full bloom—pink petals glistening with dew amidst lavender curls.
She was like a flower finally in bloom—a shy, secret blossom, hidden beneath layers of armor, now finally revealed. Despite her name, she was no butterfly now. She was a rare, blooming rose—fragile, vibrant, and breathtakingly beautiful.
"How ironic," he mused, parting the delicate folds which were already wet with his fingers. "You adore wisteria, but your body is more like a rose."
A perfect rose—one he had no intention of leaving unplucked.
Shinobu bit her lip at the observation, anxiety flashing across her features. "D-does Ryuji-sama... dislike it?"
His answer came not in words, but in action. Freed from his trousers, his already hard dick nudged against her lower lips—
—and Shinobu's eyes widened in shock at the sheer scale of what was to come.
"No I like it very much"
After saying that without further hesitation, he pinned Shinobu beneath him—one hand gripping her chin, the other steadying her waist—and thrust deep into her with practiced precision.
Shinobu had been ready, so when he entered, there was no resistance—only an unexpected, honeyed slickness.
Ryuji paused, momentarily stunned by the unique texture—thick and syrupy, clinging to him like warm nectar. He released Shinobu's chin, allowing her to clutch at his shoulders as she trembled through the pain.
"Ngh—!"
Shinobu bit down hard on his shoulder, her entire body tensing. She felt split apart, like a butterfly struggling free of its cocoon—enduring agony to emerge transformed.
Though Ryuji had entered smoothly, the sheer size of him left her gasping. Even half-sheathed, he stretched her to the limit, pressing against her womb in a way that bordered on unbearable. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she panted, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
Ryuji remained still, peppering her face with kisses while his hands soothed along her sides. Experience had taught him: gradual penetration prolonged the pain. Better to do it in one motion.
Yet even he hadn't anticipated this.
Shinobu wasn't just in pain—she was terrified.
Her heartbeat thundered against his chest, fast enough to rival a hummingbird's wings. When she finally met his gaze, her violet eyes were glassy with unshed tears.
"Ryuji… Ryuji-sama…" She swallowed hard. "P-please… go slow…"
He obliged, rocking into her with gentle care—but not before tasting the fingers that had teased her pussy earlier.
"Just as I thought…" His tongue swiped over the sticky sweetness. "Honey. Thicker than most, too. Shinobu, you've got quite the rare constitution."
Regret flickered through him. He should've savored her properly beforehand. A woman like Shinobu—proud yet fragile, her every reaction steeped in contradictions—would've been delightful to unravel slowly.
Especially with this.
Her inner walls clung to him like molten gold, each ridge and fold molding perfectly to his shape. When he withdrew slightly, her muscles sucked at him, as if begging him to stay.
For Shinobu, the sensation was overwhelming.
"Sooo.....F-full…" she whimpered, her legs twitching uselessly. With every thrust, her hips lifted instinctively—only to collapse back when he pulled away, leaving her shuddering.
The pleasure was alien.
Like a butterfly tasting nectar for the first time, she wavered between euphoria and panic. Her nails scraped weakly at his arms as her back arched, her breasts—heavy with unmet need—brushing against his chest.
Ryuji took one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.
"Shinobu," he murmured against her skin. "Mind if I get rough?"
She nodded frantically, too lost to protest.
His teeth grazed the bud—
"Ahn~! Ryuji-sama! R-Ryuji—!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"An~ ahh~ I can't breath! It's hitting me deep inside!!! Ohh~ ohh~ ohhh!!!!" she kept moaning.
"AAAhhhhnnnn~!!!!!!! Ryuji-sama~!!!!!!!"
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
The sheer intensity of her orgasm left her breathless.
Her scream fractured into a moan as he slammed hard, hitting depths of her cunt that sent stars across her vision, her nails carved crescent moons into his skin—clinging, begging, demanding he ruin her completely. Yet in the same breath, the light behind her eyes guttered like a candle in a storm. Her chest heaved, her pulse stuttered—
Then stopped.
For less than a second.
Then—
Ba-dump.
Long enough to freeze Ryuji's blood.
He felt it—the faltering rhythm beneath his palm. This girl… She nearly died from climaxing too hard.
He'd known her body was fragile. But this? This was like watching a porcelain doll spontaneously combust from sheer enthusiasm.
Dragonfire erupted from his hands. Golden flames coiled up her spine, mending frayed nerves, jumpstarting her heart, even patching the microscopic tears in her overstimulated brain. The fire licked at her sweat-slicked skin without burning—yet the sensation still ripped a shuddering gasp from her throat.
Then—
A sudden, violent clench. Her body rejected him, forcing him out with a rush of sticky liquid.
And, Shinobu regained her virginity...
But when the effects of the Dragonfire wore off, Ryuji quickly realized that her body was still too fragile. The Dragonfire had healed her wounds, yes—but they couldn't change the fact that she was physically delicate, not built to endure harsh strain.
Shinobu felt it too. Biting her lip, she lowered her eyes, her face clouded with regret.
"I... I'm sorry, Ryuji-sama." Her voice was barely audible. "I've... failed you."
Ryuji's laugh was all teeth. "Failed? Sweetheart, Watching you cum so hard you almost died? That's a victory, Shinobu." His thumb swiped across her trembling mouth. "We'll just have to... condition that adorable little body of yours, won't we?"
Something dangerous flickered in Shinobu's eyes at that.
Then—
Before Ryuji could suggest alternatives, Shinobu moved—flipping their positions with a butterfly's lethal grace she suddenly straddled him. Her fingers wrapped around his still-throbbing length, her breath steadying into something deliberate.
"I won't disappoint you again," she whispered.
And then—
Determination flashed in her eyes as she guided him back inside. "Let me try again."
This time, when she sank down, her breathing shifted.
Ryuji was about to refuse and planned to use other parts of her body to satisfy his desires, but he saw her sitting in his arms and pushing him down on the bed. When he fell on the bed obediently, she took a deep breath. Then, he felt that Shinobu's breathing changed!
Ryuji's eyebrows vanished into his hairline as she settled atop him, her rhythm shifting into something practiced, controlled—
"Insect Breathing..."
Her cheeks burned scarlet as she locked eyes with him.
"Final Form: Dance of the Butterfly."
Her hips rolled.
No spasms. No faltering pulse. Just the perfect, measured cadence of her Breathing Style sustaining her through the wrecking tide of pleasure.
Ryuji's brows rose. Well then.
Looks like Breathing Techniques work miracles after all.
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