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Night settled over the Butterfly Mansion.
Mitsuri Kanroji stepped out of the bathroom, skin still glowing and slightly damp from her shower. She glanced down at her smooth, flawless body, ran her fingers lightly over her stomach, then lifted one arm and sniffed. No bad smells—just her own sweet scent mixed with the floral body wash.
She pumped her fist, green eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Okay. Everything's ready. Now I just have to wait for Shuya to get here."
She dove straight into bed and buried her face in the pillow, body squirming with nervous excitement. "Shuya… Shuya… Shuya…" she whispered over and over, like saying his name would make him appear faster.
It took several minutes before she calmed down enough to roll onto her side, facing the door. She stared at it, cheeks pink, a mix of anticipation and impatience written all over her face.
"Shuya's taking forever," she pouted. "So slow~"
It had only been less than an hour since dinner.
Her thoughts drifted to the pink kimono she'd chosen—the one that matched her hair perfectly. She'd altered it herself, loosening the collar and shaping it to show off her curves just right. She wanted Shuya's eyes to light up the second he saw her.
For a moment she considered taking it off early so they could jump straight into things. But then she remembered how excited she used to get opening birthday presents as a kid. The best part was always the unwrapping.
Tonight she was the gift.
"Gift, hehe~" she giggled to herself.
A knock at the door made her jump.
Thud. Thud.
Mitsuri quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, smoothed her hair, then called out in a soft, shy voice, "Come in."
The door opened.
"Eh? The door wasn't even locked?"
Mitsuri's eyes went wide. That wasn't Shuya's voice.
Nezuko Kamado stepped inside, tilting her head with a curious smile. "Mitsuri-nee? Why do you look so surprised? Were you expecting someone else?"
"Ne—Nezuko-chan?! What are you doing here?!"
"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Nezuko walked closer, eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Mitsuri's flushed cheeks and the fancy pink kimono. "You've been acting weird all evening. Are you sick?"
She reached out and pressed her palm to Mitsuri's forehead.
Mitsuri didn't pull away. Her brain had short-circuited. Shuya's coming any minute. How do I get Nezuko out of here?!
"No fever," Nezuko muttered, still suspicious.
Mitsuri forced a laugh. "Of course not! Who else would I be waiting for besides you, Nezuko-chan?"
Nezuko stared at her for a long second. "Mitsuri-nee… you're really bad at lying, you know that?"
Mitsuri's face went even redder. A bead of sweat slid down her temple.
Nezuko's gaze dropped to the modified kimono. "You dressed up really nice tonight. Were you waiting for Shuya-nii?"
Mitsuri's mouth opened and closed. "N-no, I wasn't—"
But the guilty look on her face said everything.
Nezuko's eyes widened. "You already mastered Constant, didn't you?!"
Mitsuri froze. "How did you—?!"
She slapped a hand over her mouth too late.
Nezuko's expression shifted—part disappointment, part understanding. "Congrats, Mitsuri-nee. You beat me by a step."
Mitsuri felt awful. She grabbed Nezuko's hands. "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to hide it, I just— Nezuko-chan, please stay tonight. We can do it together!"
Nezuko blinked. "Together…?"
Mitsuri nodded hard, eyes shining with nervous honesty. "I'm still a virgin. I've been so anxious all night. My heart wouldn't stop racing. But when you walked in, I felt calmer. If you're here with me… maybe I won't be so scared. Please? Just for tonight?"
Nezuko's face turned bright red. Part of her was tempted—really tempted. But she shook her head.
"I can't. Sorry, Mitsuri-nee. I want my first time to be just me and Shuya-nii. I'm… kinda old-fashioned about that."
She tried to stand, but Mitsuri clung to her like a koala.
"Don't go! Please! This is the most important request of my whole life!"
They struggled—Nezuko trying to escape, Mitsuri refusing to let go. With Mitsuri's ridiculous strength, Nezuko didn't stand a chance.
Then another knock sounded at the door.
Knock. Knock.
Nezuko's heart dropped. Oh no. Is my first time really about to turn into a threesome?!
Mitsuri's eyes lit up. She finally released Nezuko and bounced toward the door. "Shuya? Just a second!"
She flung it open.
Shuya stood there, looking unfairly handsome. The second his eyes landed on Mitsuri in that barely-there pink kimono, his breath caught.
Mitsuri beamed. "Shuya~ You finally came~"
She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside before he could say anything. The door clicked shut behind them.
Shuya barely noticed the room. All his attention was on Mitsuri—her damp skin, the way the kimono slipped off one shoulder, the nervous but eager look in her eyes.
He swallowed. "You took a bath for me?"
"Mhm~"
"And this outfit… you wore it just for me?"
She nodded, cheeks burning.
Shuya cupped her face, voice low. "You ready, Mitsuri?"
"I—I'm ready… let's start…"
He leaned in and kissed her.
Mitsuri melted instantly, heart hammering so hard she thought it might stop.
But she wasn't the only one whose pulse was racing.
Hidden inside the closet, peeking through a tiny crack in the door, Nezuko watched everything.
She saw Shuya kiss Mitsuri's cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her ears, her throat… and then lower. Places Nezuko had only ever imagined him touching her.
Her eyes grew glassy. Heat pooled low in her stomach. She pressed her thighs together and bit her lip hard to stay quiet.
When a tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her anyway, she slapped both hands over her mouth.
Oh no—
Shuya's head turned slightly toward the closet.
Nezuko's heart stopped.
Please don't notice me…