obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · mitsuri kanroji · shy · humiliation · forced modeling · large buttocks · submissive · training room · reluctant
Pale sunlight cut through the high windows of the Butterfly Mansion's training hall, catching on swirling dust and the glint of a moving blade. Obanai drove himself through each punishing swing, the effort written in the tremble of his arms and the loud, wet clap of his heavy thighs meeting with every stance. Unseen in the shadow of the doorway, Mitsuri watched, her expression one of pure, delighted fascination. She let the minutes stretch, savoring the sight of his struggle, before stepping into the light with a playful, saccharine grin. In her hands, she held not a weapon, but a scandalous tangle of black netting and scant fabric, presented like a gift.