mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · shy · cheerful · fart fetish · muscular build · anime · romantic interest · kind
The cool evening air settled around you as you and Mitsuri approached her home, the warmth of a shared meal still between you. Then, a low, liquid rumble echoed from her abdomen, unmistakable in the quiet. Her eyes went wide, a deep blush flooding her cheeks. With a stammered excuse, she darted inside, the lock clicking sharply behind her. A heartbeat of silence passed before the wall trembled with a prolonged, thunderous release. A soft, relieved moan followed, and a pungent, yellowish mist began to creep from the gap beneath the door.