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Chapter 179: Let's Do It Together, Nezuko-chan!
Nightfall.
Kanroji Mitsuri stepped out of the bathroom. The faint, lingering mist of a hot shower still clung to her skin.
She lowered her head, admiring her own skin—smooth and flawless as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg—and gently trailed a hand down her arm.
Raising her wrist, she took a delicate sniff.
There wasn't the slightest hint of any foul odor. There was only the natural, sweet scent unique to a young maiden, perfectly blended with the fragrant floral notes of her body wash.
Mitsuri clenched her fists in triumph, her green eyes sparkling with absolute satisfaction. She muttered to herself, "Alright! Preparations complete. Now I just have to wait for Suyan-san to arrive."
With that, she dove headfirst into her bed, burying her face deep beneath her pillow.
Just imagining what was about to happen tonight sent waves of intense sweetness and paralyzing shyness crashing over her.
Her body unconsciously squirmed and thrashed against the mattress.
She constantly muttered Suyan's name into the pillow, as if chanting it would somehow miraculously accelerate time and bring him to her faster.
It took several long minutes for Mitsuri's racing heart to finally begin to calm down.
She rolled over, pulling her flushed face out from under the pillow, and lay on her side facing the doorway.
She stared unblinkingly at the sliding door, almost expecting Suyan's silhouette to materialize through the paper screen at any given second.
Her face was a portrait of eager anticipation, but a tiny sliver of a pout formed on her lips.
"Why isn't Suyan-san here yet?" she whined softly. "He's so slow~"
In reality, it hadn't even been a full hour since they had finished eating dinner together.
After her brief bout of complaining, Mitsuri's hyperactive imagination kicked back into overdrive.
She started obsessing over her outfit.
To ensure Suyan saw her at her absolute most beautiful, she had specially picked out her favorite cherry-blossom pink kimono.
The color perfectly matched her hair, complementing her features flawlessly.
Furthermore, she had made a few special alterations to the garment beforehand.
She had widened the collar and tailored the bust, ensuring it clung tightly to her curves, flawlessly highlighting her most prominent "feminine advantages" to the absolute limit.
She was one hundred percent certain it would leave Suyan completely mesmerized.
But now, a new dilemma struck her. Should she take the kimono off before he arrived to make the impending activities more convenient?
True, if she did that, he wouldn't get to see how gorgeous she looked in it, which would be a massive shame.
But on the flip side, it would save a lot of time, allowing them to skip the pleasantries and dive straight into the main event.
After deliberating for a few moments, she ultimately abandoned the idea.
She recalled the feeling of receiving birthday gifts from her family, or presents on special occasions.
The most exhilarating part was always the heart-pounding anticipation of unwrapping the present.
So, she decided it was best to leave the honor of unwrapping the gift to him.
Tonight, she was going to offer herself as a perfectly wrapped present to Suyan.
Lost in her fantasies, Mitsuri suddenly let out a goofy, lovestruck giggle.
Right at that exact moment, a sharp knock echoed from the door.
Knock, knock!
The sudden noise nearly sent the girl's soul flying out of her body.
Mitsuri scrambled to sit up, frantically smoothing down her kimono and checking to make sure nothing was out of place.
After several agonizing seconds of double-checking, she let out a shaky breath of relief and looked toward the entrance.
The knocking grew slightly more urgent.
"C-Come in."
Mitsuri's face was flushed a vibrant crimson. Her voice was so incredibly soft and demure it sounded absolutely nothing like her usual boisterous self.
Filled with crippling shyness and overwhelming anticipation, she called out to the person on the other side.
"Huh? You didn't lock the door?"
To Mitsuri's utter horror, the voice drifting through the paper screen did not belong to Suyan.
It was a woman's voice.
The door slid open, revealing the figure standing in the hallway.
It was someone Mitsuri was incredibly familiar with.
It was her rival in the Breathing Style mastery competition: Kamado Nezuko.
Mitsuri blurted out in shock, "N-Nezuko-chan?! What are you doing here?!!"
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? If it wasn't me, who else would it be? Suyan-ge?"
Nezuko tilted her head, looking at Mitsuri's flushed face and disheveled state on the bed in deep confusion. "Mitsuri-nee, you're acting really weird tonight. Are you sick?"
Saying that, Nezuko walked over and reached out a hand, intending to check Mitsuri's forehead for a fever.
Nezuko and Mitsuri were friends, sisters-in-arms, and fierce rivals. For the past month, the two of them had been sleeping in the same room every night.
Partly, this was to act as watchdogs, ensuring neither of them violated the rules and tried to sneak off to Suyan before the competition ended.
Furthermore, since both of them possessed terrifyingly high natural talent for Breathing Styles, sleeping in the same room allowed them to constantly exchange insights, rapidly accelerating both of their training speeds.
Lastly, it served as a great way to deepen their bond as sisters.
Normally, when it came to sleeping in the same bed, Mitsuri was always the one eagerly initiating it.
But tonight, she was acting incredibly bizarre.
It was almost as if she had completely forgotten they were supposed to sleep together.
How could Nezuko not suspect that she was coming down with a fever?
Mitsuri froze like a deer in headlights, making no move to stop Nezuko's hand.
Her brain had completely blue-screened. Her only coherent thought was: Suyan-san is going to be here any minute! How do I get rid of Nezuko-chan?!
"You don't have a fever."
Nezuko pulled her hand back, looking at Mitsuri's face—which was rapidly cycling between flushed red and pale white—with growing suspicion.
Hearing Nezuko's voice, Mitsuri finally snapped out of her stupor.
She let out two highly awkward, forced laughs, frantically trying to pivot the conversation. "Ahaha, of course not! Who else would I be waiting for besides you, Nezuko-chan?"
But the sheer, unadulterated guilt plastered across her face was so glaringly obvious that even a blind person could see something was wrong.
Let alone someone as incredibly perceptive as Nezuko.
Nezuko narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Mitsuri with a sharp, perceptive gaze. "Mitsuri-nee, has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible liar?"
Being stared down by Nezuko made Mitsuri's heart hammer in her chest in pure panic. Her expression grew even stiffer.
A single drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead. She stubbornly forced the lie through her teeth, "N-No I'm not."
"You definitely are."
Nezuko nodded definitively. Her sharp eyes had already thoroughly analyzed the incredibly provocative, custom-tailored kimono Mitsuri was wearing—an outfit she had never worn to bed before.
Adopting a highly probing tone, Nezuko tested the waters. "Mitsuri-nee, you dressed up so incredibly beautifully tonight... Don't tell me you're waiting for Suyan-ge to come over?"
Mitsuri had just been racking her brain trying to figure out how to trick Nezuko into leaving.
She never expected the younger girl's intuition to be this terrifyingly accurate.
She had just casually ripped the lid entirely off Mitsuri's secret plan!
Mitsuri was practically sweating bullets now. Her mouth moved on pure, panicked instinct. "H-How could that be..."
But her insanely guilty, defensive reaction was the absolute final nail in the coffin.
I was right!
Nezuko thought, her heart sinking slightly.
Based on Nezuko's own estimates, she only needed a few more days of rigorous practice to fully master the Constant technique.
If she got lucky, and pushed herself to the limit before falling asleep tonight, she might have even mastered it by tomorrow morning.
And Mitsuri's talent and progress were absolutely on par with her own.
So, could it be?
Did Mitsuri-nee already master Constant?!
Once the thought took root in her mind, it rapidly grew into absolute certainty.
Nezuko completely dropped the act and asked directly, "Mitsuri-nee. You've already mastered Constant, haven't you?"
"Eh? How did you know?!"
Mitsuri gasped, completely exposing herself in her shock.
The moment she realized she had just blatantly admitted it, she scrambled to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Nezuko-chan! I wasn't trying to hide it from you on purpose! I just... I just..."
Mitsuri hung her head in deep shame, unable to meet Nezuko's eyes.
She could perfectly vividly imagine exactly how devastated Nezuko must feel right now.
Because if the roles were reversed, she knew her own heart would be absolutely shattered.
"Congratulations, Mitsuri-nee. You beat me to it."
Nezuko offered her congratulations, her voice laced with an incredibly complex mix of emotions.
It was true; her heart did ache a little.
But it wasn't nearly as devastating as Mitsuri assumed it was.
Because Nezuko knew full well that her Suyan-ge was an incredibly greedy, insatiable man.
There was absolutely zero chance he was going to let her slip through his fingers. As long as she mastered Constant, she would receive the exact same reward.
It was just a matter of who got to the finish line a few days earlier.
Perhaps it was precisely because she subconsciously knew she was safe that she hadn't pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion like Mitsuri had, resulting in her losing the race by a hair.
Listening to Nezuko's complicated tone, the guilt gnawing at Mitsuri's conscience became unbearable.
She gritted her teeth, suddenly lunging forward to grab Nezuko's hands tightly. "Why don't we do it together, Nezuko-chan?!"
"Huh?"
Nezuko blinked, completely failing to comprehend what Mitsuri was suggesting.
Mitsuri stared deeply into Nezuko's eyes, her gaze blazing with intense sincerity. "Nezuko-chan, I promise I'll find a way to convince Suyan-san! So please, stay here tonight! Let's do it together!"
"To be completely honest, it's my first time, and I'm incredibly terrified about all of this."
"Before you got here, I was so nervous my heart felt like it was going to explode! When I heard the knock on the door, I practically jumped out of my skin!"
"But the moment I saw it was you, Nezuko-chan, I instantly felt so much more relaxed. If you stay by my side, I know I'll be able to overcome my anxiety and fear!"
"Just treat it as a favor to me, please?!"
The more Mitsuri spoke, the more frantic and passionate she became. By the end, her gaze was so scorching hot it felt like she was trying to melt Nezuko into a puddle.
Faced with the prospect of doing it together, Nezuko's heart couldn't help but flutter.
Her own pulse began to race wildly.
But...
"I refuse!"
Nezuko forcefully ripped her hands out of Mitsuri's grip, instantly rejecting the incredibly tempting offer.
"Eh? Why? You clearly really want to, don't you, Nezuko-chan?"
Mitsuri stared at Nezuko in utter bewilderment.
The deep blush spreading across the younger girl's cheeks proved she was definitely tempted!
So why did she refuse?
The reason was actually quite simple.
Nezuko was fundamentally a very traditional girl at heart.
She had already accepted the reality of sharing Suyan with multiple other women.
But actually participating in a multi-person intimate act all at the same time? That was a hurdle she was definitely not ready to cross yet.
At the very least, shouldn't a girl's absolute first time be a private, intimate moment shared solely with the man she loved?
More importantly, her own training was progressing flawlessly.
She was only a few days away from earning her own reward. There was no need to crash Mitsuri's special night.
But Nezuko didn't explain any of this. If she did, knowing Mitsuri's ridiculously selfless personality, the older girl would probably do something stupid like completely surrender her night with Suyan to Nezuko.
Nezuko shook her head and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mitsuri-nee. But you don't need to say anything else. Just pretend I was never here tonight, and keep waiting for Suyan-ge."
With that, she spun on her heel, fully intending to march right out the door.
"Don't go!"
Mitsuri lunged off the bed and tackled Nezuko from behind in a bear hug. "Nezuko-chan, stay! Please! I'm begging you! This is my once-in-a-lifetime request!"
The reasons Mitsuri had given earlier weren't purely born out of pity.
A large part of it was exactly as she described.
Waiting for Suyan alone in her room was driving her mad with anxiety.
Because they had been sleeping huddled together for the past month, seeing Nezuko genuinely anchored her and made her feel safe.
She truly, desperately wanted Nezuko to stay.
So, a chaotic struggle broke out. One girl desperately trying to leave, the other desperately trying to restrain her.
But how could Nezuko's normal human strength possibly compete with Mitsuri's monstrous eight-times muscle density?
She was locked in an inescapable vice grip, completely unable to take a single step toward the door.
Just as the two girls were locked in a desperate stalemate...
The door was knocked on once again.
I'm doomed!!
Nezuko wailed internally. Is my first time seriously going to happen alongside Mitsuri-nee?!
If I knew this was going to happen, I never would have come over tonight!
In stark contrast, Mitsuri was overjoyed.
Hehehe, there's no way Nezuko-chan can escape now!
Mitsuri cheerfully called out to the door, "Is that you, Suyan-san? Please wait just a second, I'll open the door for you right now!"
She finally released the struggling Nezuko and practically skipped over to the sliding door, throwing it open with boundless enthusiasm.
This time, there were no surprises.
Standing on the other side was the man she had been agonizing over all night.
Mitsuri's heart melted into a puddle of absolute sweetness. "Suyan-san, you're finally here~"
Suyan had fully intended to flick Mitsuri on the forehead.
He was going to playfully scold her for not following his instructions and leaving the door unlocked for him to walk right in.
But the moment the door slid open...
His eyes locked entirely onto the girl's outfit.
The heavily altered, loose-fitting kimono boldly displayed vast expanses of flawless, snow-white skin.
The neckline plunged dangerously low, leaving very little to the imagination.
Under the warm glow of the room's lighting, the sheer expanse of cleavage was so blinding Suyan nearly lost his train of thought entirely.
Coupled with the fact that she was fresh out of the bath...
The faint sheen of moisture clinging to her collarbones made the sight overwhelmingly intoxicating.
Suyan couldn't stop himself from gulping audibly.
Before he could say a word, Mitsuri grabbed his hand and eagerly pulled him into the room.
Suyan had zero time to inspect the layout or notice anything out of the ordinary, because every single ounce of his attention was completely monopolized by tonight's leading lady.
"Huh?"
Mitsuri turned around, fully intending to present Nezuko to Suyan and explain her brilliant plan.
But when she looked back, there was absolutely no sign of the younger girl anywhere in the room.
Mitsuri scratched her head, her green eyes scanning the small bedroom.
Did Nezuko-chan hide? Or did she secretly escape out the window?
She probably hid, right?
Because if she had vaulted out the window, Mitsuri definitely would have heard the paper screen sliding open.
Ultimately, Mitsuri's gaze lingered suspiciously on the gap beneath the bed and the large wooden wardrobe closet in the corner.
Her highly abnormal behavior naturally didn't escape Suyan's notice.
Suyan asked curiously, "Is something wrong?"
"N-No, nothing at all."
With the situation unfolding like this, Mitsuri couldn't exactly just blurt out that there was a third person in the room.
Furthermore, Suyan's burning, predatory gaze—which felt like it was going to swallow her whole—was sending her shyness skyrocketing into the stratosphere.
For a brief, fleeting moment, her overwhelmed brain selectively deleted Nezuko's existence entirely.
Suyan didn't press the issue. He effortlessly swept Mitsuri off her feet, carrying her to the bed and gently laying her down onto the sheets.
Leaning over her, he whispered, "Little Mitsuri smells amazing. Did you take a bath right before I got here?"
"And this beautiful kimono... you picked this out just for me, didn't you?"
"Mhm~"
Mitsuri couldn't bear to meet his eyes, letting out a soft, bashful hum in confirmation.
"Such a good girl."
Suyan lowered his body, his lips brushing against her ear as he asked gently, "So, little Mitsuri, are you ready?"
"L-L-Let's... Let's begin..."
Just the thought of what they were about to do caused Mitsuri's face to burn furiously. She was so incredibly nervous she could barely stutter out a complete sentence.
She instantly reverted back into a Steam Engine, invisible heat radiating aggressively from her flushed skin.
Having received her explicit consent...
Suyan didn't hesitate for another second. He leaned down and captured Mitsuri's pink lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
In that instant...
Mitsuri felt as though her heart had completely stopped beating.
However, she was far from the only one in the room experiencing a tidal wave of overwhelming emotions.
There was also the girl she had completely forgotten about.
Hiding inside the wooden wardrobe, peering out through a tiny slit between the doors, Nezuko watched Suyan and Mitsuri's intimate exchange in absolute silence.
Nezuko watched as her Suyan-ge trailed kisses down Mitsuri's body.
Her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose, her earlobes, her lips, her graceful swan-like neck...
Places that he hadn't even kissed on her own body yet.
A faint glisten of moisture welled up in Nezuko's beautiful eyes.
She suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of empathy for Mitsuri.
She even felt a dangerous, impulsive urge to completely abandon her principles, kick open the closet doors, and throw herself into the mix.
"Mmph?!"
Nezuko let out an involuntary, muffled whimper.
Even though she slapped her hands over her mouth with lightning speed...
The soft noise still leaked out of the closet.
Panic seized her heart. She slowly lifted her teary eyes, peeking through the narrow gap to look at Suyan.
At the same time, a single, horrifying thought echoed in her mind.
I'm doomed!!
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