"Let me go!" Mitsuri demanded, struggling as her face burned red.
"Let you go, Mitsuri-sama? Are you kidding? I'm a demon, and you're a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. You really think I'd just release you?" Tongui replied, bursting into mocking laughter at her demand.
His taunts made Mitsuri's face flush even deeper. She tried summoning her Love Breathing again, but that strange sensation surged through her once more, making her body quiver uncontrollably.
"No point in trying, Mitsuri-sama. I've hit you with my Blood Demon Art. The more you use your Breathing Technique, the more sensitive your body gets. Feel it yet?" Tongui chuckled, eyeing Mitsuri as she dangled face-down, about a foot and a half off the ground.
A small, ashen hand reached out, slipping through the opening of her uniform at the chest and expertly pinching her nipple.
"Oh? Already hard, huh? You're such a slut, Mitsuri-sama," Tongui said, kneading her nipple. The sudden jolt of unfamiliar pleasure made Mitsuri tremble violently. She tried to writhe free, but suspended in the air, she couldn't budge.
"What do you want?!" Mitsuri shouted, unable to use her Breathing Technique. Her body felt weak and powerless to resist, despair creeping in.
"You think the Demon Slayer Corps will ignore two missing Hashira?! Let me tell you, if we don't report back by tomorrow, they'll send more to wipe you out. Let us go now, and we'll pretend this never happened," she argued, making one last desperate attempt to intimidate Tongui with the Corps' might.
"You think it's a coincidence I'm here? I was waiting for you two. And don't worry, I'll let you go," Tongui said with a wicked grin, leaving Mitsuri stunned. Let us go? she thought.
"Don't trust him, Mitsuri! We're breaking out now!" Shinobu interrupted, waking up at that moment. Hearing Tongui's words, she refused to believe him. Her voice, though soft, carried fierce determination.
She steadied her breath, activating her Insect Breathing. "Shinobu!! Don't use your Breathing Technique!!" Mitsuri shouted in warning, but it was too late.
A flush of pink spread across Shinobu's face as that strange pleasure surged through her too. Ignoring it, she pressed on with her Insect Breathing.
Tongui sneered and stepped toward Shinobu. He gazed down at her, watching as the flush on her face deepened to a full blush, her trembling escalating into shudders.
After a dozen seconds, Shinobu's body jolted violently, and a soft, sultry moan slipped from her lips.
"Feel good? Really good, right?" Tongui said, his face twisting with disdain. "My Blood Demon Art heightens a woman's sensitivity. While you were out cold, I cranked yours up fifty times. Even the slightest movement sends pleasure through you. Breathing Techniques? The faster your blood flows, the more intense it gets. See that rope digging into your pussy? I prepared it just for you," he explained, pointing at the rope wedged against Shinobu's crotch. It rubbed her clit with every shift, and already, a damp spot had formed, quickly soaking through and leaving her groin visibly wet.
Tongui grabbed one end of the rope and tugged it lightly. The cord scraped rapidly against Shinobu's clit, unleashing a flood of pleasure that overwhelmed her petite frame. Her body shook as the sensation coursed through her, forcing out loud, desperate moans.
Shinobu Kocho's body trembled uncontrollably, her small mouth releasing a stream of moans as the overwhelming pleasure took hold. With just a few casual tugs on the rope, she climaxed repeatedly, the fiftyfold increase in sensitivity pushing her beyond her limits.
"Enough! That's enough!! What do you even want?!" Mitsuri Kanroji roared, her voice quivering with anger and emotion as she watched Shinobu's ordeal.
"Enough? How is that enough?" Tongui, the Child Demon, replied with a lewd chuckle. "I said I'd let you go, but not until tomorrow, when you've become my bitches. Then you can return, as spies planted by me in the Demon Slayer Corps!"
His words stunned Mitsuri. The gravity of the situation hit her hard. Life or death was one thing, but if this demon controlled them, they'd become traitors! The thought spurred her to summon her Love Breathing with all her strength, straining desperately against the ropes binding her.
But it was futile. Within seconds, her mouth fell open, and a tidal wave of ecstatic pleasure crashed over her, making her body shake violently as she climaxed.
"Too weak, too weak, you panty-wearing wenches!" Tongui laughed, mocking Mitsuri's orgasm. Her head drooped limply, soft, sultry moans pouring from her lips.
Tongui shook his head, disdain etched on his face, then licked his lips with his scarlet tongue. "Tch, I can't hold back anymore. Shinobu-sama and Mitsuri-sama, you're just too delicious. Time to taste you both!" he declared.
He grabbed his pants and yanked them down in one swift motion, revealing a thick, 20-centimeter cock standing tall and rigid. "Mmm, after holding it in so long, my little guy finally gets to breathe!" he said, now fully naked. One hand stroked his massive dick while the other spun Shinobu around, aligning her dripping pussy with his shaft.
With a sharp tear, he ripped Shinobu's pants open, exposing her tender, pink entrance. Her pussy, still twitching from her orgasms, glistened with streams of clear juices soaking her folds.
Tongui gazed at Shinobu's pristine pussy, so pink and unused, it drove him wild. He gripped his cock and pressed the scorching tip against her soft entrance, shoving aside the rope that had been grinding against her clit.
The searing heat burned against Shinobu's sensitive pussy, making her tremble even harder mid-climax. As the shaking subsided, she regained some clarity. Turning her head, she saw Tongui pressing his huge cock against her, and her eyes widened in horror.
"No! Don't!!!" she cried, her voice cracking with desperation, but her pleas only fueled Tongui's excitement.