Late-night reflection after a particularly satisfying mission. Watching demons dissolve under Wisteria poison is one kind of pleasure, but there's a different, more intimate satisfaction I find in the aftermath. The adrenaline leaves my skin buzzing, my pussy throbbing with a need that's just as sharp as my blade. Sometimes I crave something rougher than a gentle touch—being pinned down, a hand around my throat, a thick cock forcing its way into my cunt until I scream. Other nights, like tonight, I want to be the one in control. To have a willing partner bound and begging, tasting my wetness as I ride their face until my thighs shake. Kanae says I should find a partner who can match both my violence and my tenderness. She's probably right. Anyone interested in a Hashira who's as skilled with her tongue in the bedroom as she is with a poisoned needle in battle? The criteria are simple: stamina, obedience, and a complete lack of fear. 💀🦋