Mitsuri Kanroji, a passionate and beautiful Love Hashira, found herself in a peculiar and amusing situation as she was willingly carried away with restricted eyes and ears. She understood that it was standard procedure for anyone heading to the Blacksmith Village, the secret location where the Oni hunters' swords were forged. Due to its crucial function, the path there required discretion. She didn't mind of course, having complete trust in the young man who carried her on his back along the way. Even so, the trip became monotonous.
The only thing she could do was think, and during her journey of self-discovery, she found herself searching for the secret to the ultimate form of the Breath of Love. She believed that this technique would allow her to focus the love of others on herself, amplifying her strength in the process. However, despite her best efforts, the technique escaped her grasp.
With nothing else to do, Mitsuri began to experiment with her breathing again. With her experimentation, Mitsuri began to alter her breathing and, with each change, her large breasts pressed against the agent's back.
The fortunate agent reveled in the proximity of the enchanting Love Hashira. His hands reveled in the firmness of Mitsuri's thighs, feeling the heat enveloping him as her arms hugged his torso tightly and tenderly. However, the most captivating part was the voluptuous neckline that pressed against the back of her neck, leaving him marveling at his luck.
"(She's so pretty!)" He thought, his heart pounding.
As the journey continued, the agent felt a change. Unbeknownst to him, Mitsuri has made progress in channeling the agent's love (or desire), causing a wave of heat to emanate from her lower abdomen, spreading pleasure throughout her body like a waterfall.
"Hm. Hm..." Mitsuri fought to contain any audible signs of joy, biting her tongue as the sensation intensified.
Soon, the agent began to notice an unusual development. Mitsuri's body seemed to grow heavier with each step, causing him to adjust his grip on her. Confused, he felt her muscles contract under her touch, her thighs thickening and her form subtly expanding.
Without him knowing, Mitsuri's body began to grow, her height of 167 centimeters slowly increased to 168, then to 169, and so on gradually, until when they arrived at the place where another agent was waiting to continue Mitsuri's journey it had already reached 178 centimeters in height.
The agents lingered a moment longer, as they were mesmerized by Mitsuri's breasts, which were threatening to leak beyond the limits of their cleavage, having increased from 44 to 54 centimeters. Her thighs also looked more toned, and her overall uniform looked slightly tighter, with the hem of her skirt giving glimpses of the pink panties underneath.
“Ahh?? Everything is fine? ”Mitsuri said in a loud tone, because after all she wasn't hearing her own voice, and hadn't realized that her technique had made changes to her own voice and appearance.
“AH! YES” said both agents, before realizing that Mitsuri wouldn’t hear them.
The new agent hurriedly signaled Mitsuri to climb onto his back, hugging her neck. While the new agent gained an envious look from the previous bearer, the Love Hashira continued down the road, now bigger and more beautiful than ever.
The agent, still oblivious to Mitsuri's internal struggles, carried her with a mix of pride and admiration. Little did he know that Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, was about to unlock a power that transcended the limits of conventional demon-slaying techniques.
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