The "Dance of Butterfly" was meant to mimic the delicate fluttering of wings—but for humans, it naturally manifested as something far more primal. Shinobu's hips moved with lethal precision, each undulation calculated to maximize sensation while her Breathing Technique sustained her.
Shinobu strained to keep her body taut, her breath steady as she moved with calculated precision. She was determined to push Ryuji to his limit while her Breathing technique still held.
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
"Ahhn~It's so biggg~ I can feel it in my stomach...Mnnnn~" Shinobu kept moving her hips in precise rhythm.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"An~ ahh~ I can't breath! It's hitting me deep inside!!! Ohh~ ohh~ ohhh!!!!" she kept moaning.
But for Ryuji—
"Sugoi!"
The word burst from his lips in genuine awe.
This wasn't just tight. This was industrial-grade suction—the kind of velvety vice grip that could make a grown man weep. Each withdrawal felt like being forcibly extracted from paradise, only to be welcomed back with overwhelming warmth.
"Your are doing amazing" Ryuji lifted his hands and started playing with her giggling breasts.
"Mmnnnn~!!!!" Shinobu moaned as he kept playing with her breasts while she kept moving her hips.
"AAAhhhhnnnn~!!!!!!! Ryuji-sama~!!!!!!!" she cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over her as she clenched and squirted on his dick.
Layer upon layer of velvety petals welcomed him with each thrust, clinging desperately as he withdrew. Though Shinobu's body was fragile, its lethal allure was undeniable.
This is why I love infinite worlds!
Overcome by the sensation, Ryuji didn't wait for Shinobu to complete her "Butterfly dance." With a growl, he pinned her beneath him.
"Ryuji-sama! Wai—mmph!"
Her protest died against his lips as he claimed her mouth with the same ruthlessness he'd shown her body. What followed was less lovemaking than outright conquest—a relentless assault that shattered Shinobu's carefully maintained rhythm.
What followed was an assault so intense, Shinobu couldn't suppress her cries. The intricate folds of her body made Ryuji feel like a bee drowning in nectar—each plunge deeper, sweeter, more intoxicating than the last. When Shinobu's heart stuttered again, Ryuji growled—and flooded her with dragonfire.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
"Ry..Ryuji-sama~ you are sooo bigggg!!!! filling me so completely, ahhn~ ahhh~, it feels so full inside mmeeee~~~" shinobu's kept trembling with the desire and pleasure that she was feeling.
Shinobu had never imagined sex could feel this good, the sensation was consuming her completely until she couldn't think of anything but the dick that was inside her and the pleasure coursing trough her veins.
Ryuji could see.. as she was moaning her eyes occasionally turning into those of the heart red shaped pupils.
"Ahhhnnnn~!!!!" she moaned lost in the pleasure that was overwhelming her.
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
"Ahhnnn~ Ohhh~!!!! Ryuji-sama~"
"I am close..." he groaned while moving his hips.
"Ahaa~ Ahnnn~!! Please come inside me!!!" she whispered, surprising even herself with her own boldness.
Ryuji could feel her tightening around him even more, showing signs of her own release.
"Cum with me" he muttered, increasing his thrusts.
"Ahhaaa~ahhh~ah...ahhhhhhh!!!!!! please... I'm so close....mmnn~!!!!!"
Shinobu was losing herself in the pleasure, her body was moving on its own matching his thrusts.
"Mmnn~Yes!... ahhn~harder!!!!"
Their movements became faster, desperate, frenzied, each chasing their own release.
Ryuji was hitting her G spot repeatedly.
"AHHHHHNNNN~!!!!!!!!"
Shinobu screamed as she reached her orgasm, her body body trembling, her inner walls clenching around him tightly.
The intensity of her climax triggered Ryuji's own release.
He groaned, as he released his cum filling her insides.
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
The searing heat flooded her body, her mind. Her back arched, mouth falling open in silent ecstasy as her vision whited out.
Though they hadn't climaxed together, the moment his essence filled her, Shinobu understood with terrifying clarity:
She belonged to him now.
She would bear his children.
His fire had rewritten her. His children would grow in her womb. The dream she'd buried with her family—the secret longing she'd never voiced—was being fulfilled in molten bursts.
When Ryuji started moving again despite his own release, Shinobu met him with frenzied hunger. The Breathing Technique's benefits were undeniable—her endurance had skyrocketed.
Pity I can't maintain three buffs at once, Ryuji mused between thrusts. In battle, Blood Qi Arts plus Magic Enhancement was risky enough. Adding Breathing Techniques?
Game over.
Until he could wield these powers instinctively—and outside the bedroom, he couldn't—he'd remain handicapped.
_ _ _ __ _ _
Meanwhile, Next Room:
"Do these two ever plan to sleep?!"
Mai groaned, pressing a pillow over her ears. Yet despite her irritation, her thighs clenched involuntarily. The sounds from next door dragged her back to 7 Days to Die—to those nights when Ryuji's room echoed with the same shameless noises.
Feeling the phantom pain in her ass, and the feeling that she always wanted to forget but couldn't, she bit her lip.
"That bastard…"
Defeated, she kicked off the futon, letting cool air wash over her bare skin. Her fingers trailed absently over her chest as a dangerous thought took root:
If he'd just raped me outright back then… would I have surrendered? Or would the hatred have given me purpose?
This way, things would be simpler for her.
Whether surrendering to desire and reality—becoming Ryuji's possession—or choosing to hunt him down in vengeance, at least she wouldn't be trapped in this agonizing limbo. No more torn loyalties, no more mourning what was lost, no more uncertainty about the future.
She wouldn't have to endure this torment.
So why won't he just do it?
"Ah… please, gentler… my breathing… nngh!… is...ah...going to be disordered..."
Shinobu's voice rose again in pleasure, forcing her to bite her lip harder. Her fingers twitched toward her own pussy which was already wet.
"He really is an irredeemable bastard."
Mai's hand drifted absently over her toned stomach before settling on the full swell of her chest—the very curves Ryuji had shamelessly admired. She knew exactly what he wanted: to reduce her to the same moaning, trembling mess as Shinobu.
Then why not just take it?
No—
Wait.
Why am I even thinking like this?!
The phantom ache in her butt muddled her thoughts further. Shinobu's cries from the next room sent another restless shudder through her.
Though she'd stripped off every stitch of clothing, letting the cool air brush against her feverish skin, it did nothing to quell the heat pooling low in her belly. An involuntary whimper escaped her—
—and the moment she heard it, her hand flew to her mouth in horror.
Reality crashed over her like ice water. All prior frustration vanished, replaced by a terrifying realization:
"Am I… some kind of shameless woman?"
The thought looped mercilessly in her mind. Shinobu's moans grew more frequent, more desperate—that telltale hitch in her breath signaling another climax.
But—
But—
"What do you think a ninja is?"
Ryuji's words from days ago echoed mockingly in her ears.
"I'd never let my woman wear something like this in public."
That possessive growl as he'd draped his coat over her.
"The future of the Shiranui-ryū lies in appealing to the masses—teaching girls how to captivate men—"
These conflicting voices clashed violently in Mai's mind. Ryuji's words had felt like a slap to her ancestral pride, yet she knew the bitter truth—ninjas were never noble to begin with. They were tools. Shadows.
Then why does it hurt so much?
"What should I do... Grandfather..."
Tears streamed between her fingers as she curled into herself. The morning sun crept across the floor, painting her bare shoulders with gold—but she remained blind to its warmth, her face buried in her hands.
Meanwhile.....
For Ryuji and Shinobu, the night had been simple pleasure. Yet even ecstasy had its limits—Shinobu's fragile body, though enhanced by Breathing Techniques and Ryuji's dragonfire, could only withstand so much.
When her breathing grew dangerously ragged, Ryuji reluctantly pulled away despite his unfinished hunger. He hadn't even properly savored her "swordsmanship" before his passion overrode patience. Now, cradling the exhausted woman as she drifted into sleep, he noted with some regret how quickly dawn arrived.
"I'm sorry... I failed to prepare breakfast for you."
Shinobu's cheeks burned as she held a towel for Ryuji's ablutions. In her upbringing, a proper wife would rise first—meals ready, bath drawn, clothes laid out. She'd imagined tending children afterward, but...
My body can't even give him that.
Last night, she'd sensed his restrained hunger. Even with Breathing Techniques prolonging her stamina, his endurance dwarfed hers. There were other ways to please him like using her mouth and other places, she knew, but...
Her fingers brushed her lower abdomen where, a sticky warmth still trickled between her thighs as she bit her lip.
I want this.
Although she knew that her chances of getting pregnant were slim, and there was even a high probability that she would die during childbirth, Shinobu still longed to bear a child.
For one blinding moment when he'd filled her, she'd tasted a woman's primal joy—not as a demon slayer, but as someone who could nurture life.
She had felt a happiness that belonged solely to women, to mothers. A kind of joy foreign to Demon Slayers like her.
It was a fleeting desire for a normal life—a peaceful, contented existence. One where she wasn't wielding a sword in the shadows of death.
But reality was cruel.
She knew her body. She knew the limits placed upon her. Becoming pregnant might forever remain a dream—and even if it didn't, she wouldn't live long enough to raise a child.
This realization weighed heavily on her heart. Once, such thoughts wouldn't have bothered her. But now…
Now, she cared.
Even so, she knew she had to face the truth.
She couldn't become "Nakamura Shinobu," Ryuji's beloved wife. But she could remain Shinobu Kocho—the proud swordswoman who wielded wisteria poison to slay demons.
I can never truly be his wife.
Her path was never meant to be one of peace. Her life would, inevitably, end in the pursuit of protecting humanity from the dark.
As for the idea of Ryuji reviving her with his mysterious magic…
She knew he had limits. And she had never considered using his powers on herself. She wanted him to save it for something more important—someone more deserving.
"I'm sorry… Ryuji-sama," she whispered.
Watching his broad shoulders as he washed, she made a silent vow:
"I'll find you better wives."
She said this silently, but as her thoughts wandered back to the previous night and the warmth they had shared, her face flushed with color.
With an odd mix of guilt and affection, she added softly in her heart,
"...Perhaps more than one."
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