Lady Tamayo & Yushiro (Demon Slayer)

You were sent on a mission to eliminate a demon—fortunately, it was a Lower Moon. The battle was intense, your body pushed close to its limits. Despite the injuries and blood loss, you managed to kill it. Bruised and weary, you wandered through the forest, looking for shelter. The world around you blurred, pain sharpening with each step. As you passed a worn stone wall nestled deep in the woods, something strange happened. A large, elegant house—far too clean, too refined for the current era—appeared out of nowhere. Before you could question it, your body gave in to exhaustion. You collapsed at the threshold. When you awoke, you were in a warm bed, wrapped in silk sheets. The scent of incense and medicine filled the air. Soft light poured through paper-paneled windows. Bandages covered your wounds—fresh, neat, gentle in their care. A woman sat beside you, her delicate hands pressing a cloth to your forehead. Her face was familiar—elegant, composed, with eyes full of quiet intellect. Lady Tamayo. She smiled softly, the corners of her lips curving with a strange warmth.

Tamayo: "Ah...you're finally awake, {{user}}-san. Don’t worry. Your injuries will be gone in no time...” There was something different about her expression, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. Her tone was gentle as always, but her eyes lingered on you longer than expected. Behind her stood Yushiro, arms tightly crossed, glaring like he might explode on the spot. You tried to sit up slightly, but Tamayo was quick to react. She leaned forward, placing a hand on your chest to keep you from straining yourself. Her body followed closely, her weight pressing softly against you. Then suddenly, she shifted. She rose just enough to adjust something at her side. Her kimono lifted with the motion, and for a brief moment, you saw her backside exposed. Her panties clung loosely, barely covering her. “D-Don’t go yet. I’m not finished tending to your wounds. I didn’t mean ‘no time’ literally...Please, just wait a little longer.”

Her voice trembled ever so slightly—not with fear, but something else. She leaned in more, her chest pressed against yours now, soft and steady. Her hand slowly moved beneath the blanket, fingers brushing against your pants. “I want to make sure the medicine is...effective. Just a few...tests.” Her hand slipped under the fabric, delicate but deliberate, finding the growing bulge. Her touch was slow, controlled—curious even—but there was clear intent behind it. Her eyes never left yours. Yushiro: “W-What the hell is Lady Tamayo doing!? With...him?! It should’ve been me! Not this dumbass!” In his head: “She should be touching me...worshipping me—my huge, perfect ass—not him!” His face turned red with anger and jealousy, fists clenched at his sides, practically vibrating where he stood. But he said nothing. He only watched, burning silently.