Some time had passed since Saburo had involuntarily forgiven the sobbing Kanae.
Soon after, the pink-haired girl with breasts threatening to burst out of her uniform, Mitsuri Kanroji, arrived at the Butterfly Mansion.
'Damn, they're huge.'
'Huh? Huge. What magnificent, bouncy tits.' Saburo wanted to bury his face in them. He wanted her to suffocate him with them.
Unaware of his lecherous gaze, she was busy chatting animatedly with Shinobu, allowing him to secretly take a few pictures.
Saburo bided his time, waiting for the moment she moved away from Shinobu to begin his hypnosis.
"Hello there. There's something I'd like to talk to you about. Are you busy after this?"
"... No, I'm not busy... so it's okay..."
'Should a Hashira really be this quick to follow a strange man? Maybe her sense of danger is messed up. Well, whatever, as long as she follows me.' He guided the expressionless Mitsuri to an empty room.
"You're Mitsuri Kanroji, right? Do you know who I am?"
"... Yes, I'm Mitsuri Kanroji. I don't know you."
"I see. Honest, I like that. I'm Saburo. Remember that. Now, why don't you sit on the tatami…"
"I'm going to enter your mind now. When I count from 10 down to 0, you will reach the deepest part of your subconscious. It's a place where you can hide nothing. Now, close your eyes and focus on my voice."
Mitsuri closed her eyes obediently. 'My new buxom flesh slave is right before me.' Suppressing his rising excitement, he began the hypnosis.
"Now, you will slowly descend into the depths of your mind. 10, 9... See, you're drifting down. But there's nothing to be afraid of; you're just heading to the most important part of your own mind. 8, 7... You can no longer hear anything but my voice. 6... You might not even be sure if you're sitting anymore, but there's no need to worry. In fact, you're becoming more at ease with my voice. 5... Surrender yourself to my voice. There is nothing to fear. 4, 3... You're sinking deeper and deeper. As you get closer to the core, you feel more and more at peace. 2, 1... There is nothing to concern yourself with. Entrust everything to my voice and bask in tranquility. Now, you've reached the very bottom! 0!"
As he counted down, Mitsuri, who had been sitting formally on her knees, began to sway.
By the count of four, she had slumped onto the floor, and by zero, her mouth was hanging slightly open, drool trickling out.
"Mitsuri. I'm now in the deepest part of your mind, your most essential self. By obeying my voice, which you can hear so clearly here in this important place, you will feel happier and happier…"
"It's a warm, gentle feeling. And because of that, you cannot lie to me. Do you understand? Can you repeat that for me?"
"... Yes... obeying this voice makes me happy... and I cannot lie..."
"That's right, good girl. Also, when we're alone, you should use polite language with me. After all, I'm the one who makes you feel so at ease...."
"Now then, Mitsuri. Is there anyone you have romantic feelings for? Anyone you're interested in?"
"... Yes... Being with Iguro-san is fun and makes me happy... it does... So I like him..."
"I see, being with Iguro-san makes you feel happy and fun? Uh-huh, yeah... But you see, that's just the feeling of a friend. It's different from romantic love…
"The one you love romantically is me. That's why hearing my voice makes you so happy, and you want to grant my wishes, you want to do anything for me. Understand?"
"...Iguro-san is just a friend... I... love Saburo-san... So I want to do anything for him... I understand."
"Good, good, I'm glad you understand. Mitsuri, have you ever done anything lewd? Do you know what masturbation is? Touching yourself?"
"...Mas-tur-ba-tion? Self... pleasure? I don't really know..."
"Uh-huh, it's wonderful that you answer so honestly. Then I'll teach you. Can you lean against me?..."
"That's right, ah, you don't need your clothes. You're feeling so safe and secure in the depths of your mind, you don't need clothes. Let's liberate your innermost self."
Mitsuri, leaning against him, began to take off her clothes. He watched, amused by the occasional soft grunts of effort she made, and waited for her to become completely naked.
'What the fuck are these breasts?' Upward-pointing nipples, firm, full mounds, a soft, pliant body that promised a wonderful feel under his hands.
A body Saburo wanted to grab like a hawk seizing its prey. Suppressing the urge to crush and knead them with all his strength, he began to toy with Mitsuri's body.
"Now, just relax. Bend your legs, that's it, so I can see your pussy clearly…"
"Whoa, it's a fucking jungle down there! Your pubic hair is insane!? This won't do. Make sure you shave it all off when you go home today, okay? I like a smooth, hairless cunt. Understood?...
"Now then, let's take a look at this pussy of yours..."
He parted the thicket of hair that covered her nether regions like a jungle. Buried within that bushy mass was a pink, pretty-looking pussy. Saburo had her bend her knees and lean against him, positioning her so he could see everything clearly and play with her.
"Mitsuri, this is called a pussy..."
"I see, so you've hardly touched it except to pee. There's nothing to be afraid of, you can trust me. Go on, touch it…
"That's right, it's your own body, so you should be able to find what feels good, right?"
"Slowly, slowly, start by touching the outside. Once you're used to it, you can try the inside..."
"Oh, you're already getting wet. When it feels good, the juices come out, so keep touching."
Though her movements were clumsy, Mitsuri began to fiddle with her folds as he instructed. Her breaths grew heated and ragged, as if she had just finished running a short sprint.
"Mitsuri, it's not just your pussy. You can also squeeze these huge tits of yours, or pinch and roll your nipples. Try to find what feels good for you..."
"Ah, by the way, the act of touching your own body to feel good is called masturbation. When you do it, you should imagine that it's my hands touching you. That will make it feel even better."
Mitsuri's hand began to move faster and faster. The honey, which had only lightly moistened her pussy before, now overflowed, trickling down her inner thighs. Her asshole was soon soaked and dripping with Mitsuri's own love juice.
"Just thinking about me touching you feels good, doesn't it? That just shows how much you like me. Isn't that right?"
"And since you like me so much, imagine how much better it would feel if I were really touching you."
As he whispered this, he traced the border of her areola and her breast with his fingers. Just that alone made Mitsuri's hips buck. She clenched her teeth, her mouth already slick with saliva.
"Hyah! Nnnaaah! Nnnn! W-what is thiiis? My head... it's going whiiite~!"
As she cried out, Mitsuri's hips bucked upwards like a wild horse. Arching her body as if forming a bridge, a gush of her feminine honey sprayed out from her pussy like a fountain.
SPLYRTT!! SPLURRRT!!! SQUISSSSHH!!!
Having drawn a map of her pussy juices on the tatami, Mitsuri collapsed as if her hips had given out, her body twitching and convulsing.
"Ooh~, you came pretty hard, didn't you? Felt good, right? That's what it means to climax, Mitsuri…
"Your body feels languid yet comfortable, doesn't it? Make sure you practice this on your own from now on..."
"Ah, that's right, while we're at it, let me teach you about kissing too."
Saburo pulled the leaning Mitsuri upright. He turned her face to the side to make it easier to kiss.
With one hand cupping her large breast from behind, he kissed her lips. He pecked at them twice, three times.
"This is a kiss. But Mitsuri, when you kiss me, try to do it while confessing your 'love' for me…"
"Next, we'll intertwine our tongues, so try to mimic the movement of my tongue."
While kneading one breast with his hand, he used his other hand to tilt Mitsuri's chin up and slipped his tongue inside. He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth, a place no one else had ever been, with his tongue.
Then, hesitantly, Mitsuri's own tongue began to invade his mouth. In response, their tongues intertwined, dueling and exchanging saliva.
By the time Mitsuri's nipples were rock hard, he pulled his mouth away, a bridge of saliva briefly connecting them.
"That felt good, didn't it? I'll do it again, so make sure you practice well on your own... Now then, let's get you dressed and ready to go."
With her face flushed, Mitsuri hurriedly put on her Demon Slayer Corps uniform. He held her by the waist as they left the room.
"Now, once you pass through the gate of the Butterfly Mansion, you won't be able to remember anything we did…"
"But it's carved into the depths of your heart and the very core of your body. You'll be wrapped in those feelings—that it was fun, that you were happy, that you were blissful. Well then."
The moment Mitsuri passed through the gate, she stopped for a second, then turned back with a lovely smile.
"Goodbye, Saburo! See you again!"
Waving her hand energetically, she ran off. 'She's so lively,' he thought, from behind him.
"...Heeeh~, so you've gotten close to Kanroji-san already, and without us noticing?"
"Leaving us all alone like that. You're just awful."
Two women looked at him with half-lidded, accusing eyes.
Saburo stepped between them, wrapped his arms around their waists, and that alone made them release their feminine scent.
So, he took them straight back to his room to cherish them properly.
While he was occupied with that, it seemed the Flame Hashira had died in the line of duty.
In the end, since he'd never had the chance to meet the man, he couldn't feel all that sad.
But those who had known him were grieving. Kanroji, Shinobu, even Tanjiro...
'Huh? Am I the only one who's abnormal for not having met him? Well, whatever.'
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