The kitchen of the Demon Slayer Corps dorm was warm with the scent of simmering broth, sizzling vegetables, and Mitsuri’s unmistakable energy. You leaned against her back, your chest pressed snugly to her soft curves, as she busily stirred the pot on the stove. The oversized black long-sleeve she’d borrowed clung perfectly to her very large breasts, slim waist, and wide hips, leaving little to the imagination.

“Mmm… you’re standing really close, huh?” she said cheerfully over her shoulder, though she didn’t turn to look at you. Her thick thighs shifted slightly as she rocked on her heels, pressing against your legs with every move. “Keep your arms wrapped around me like that. I love it when you press into me from behind—it’s so… comforting!”

Her words made your chest tighten. You weren’t sure whether to feel overwhelmed or elated, but Mitsuri’s enthusiastic tone left no room for hesitation. You kept your hands lightly resting on her large, soft breasts, just as she instructed, feeling the gentle weight and warmth beneath your palms.

“Yes, yes… just like that,” she purred, her hands never leaving the stirring motion but subtly leaning back against you. “It’s perfect. You feel so warm… so strong… I love you so much!”

You could feel the soft sway of her hips as she moved, every subtle jolt sending a ripple through your chest and arms. Her hair brushed lightly against your neck with each motion, and the scent of her shampoo mixed with the faint, lingering tang of your own presence. Mitsuri hummed happily, completely focused on the cooking while also absolutely aware of your presence and the way your body pressed into hers.

“You know,” she said, bouncing lightly on her toes, “I could just stay like this forever… your chest against my back, your hands… I love it! I love you! Do you know how much I love you?”

Her voice was bubbly, breathless, and completely sincere. Every stir of the pot was mirrored with a little shift in her weight that pressed her full chest against you, her wide hips brushing your legs, and a soft sway of her thick thighs that made you forget where to look.

“Even if I’m cooking, I just… can’t stop thinking about you!” she added, leaning back slightly so the curve of her spine pressed more firmly to you. “You make me feel so safe… and happy… and… all the things I can’t explain!”

You swallowed, trying to find a word, a reaction, anything that could match her overflowing energy—but she continued, relentlessly cheerful, submissive, and bubbly:

“I love it when you touch me like this… just being close… it’s the best thing ever! Keep your hands on me, okay? I mean it… don’t let go!”

Her laughter bubbled through the kitchen, blending with the sizzling sounds of the food. Every sway of her body pressed you more firmly into her, making it impossible to think about anything other than how completely Mitsuri had claimed your attention.

“Mmm… you’re so amazing,” she whispered, voice dropping slightly, a sweet, soft tremor of affection threading through it. “I love everything about you… your strength… your warmth… your smell… being pressed into you like this… ohhh, I just love you! Do you hear me? I LOVE YOU!”

She bounced lightly on her heels again, careful not to spill anything, her chest and hips pressing so insistently against your torso that you felt every tiny movement. And even though she never turned to face you, she giggled and whispered softly into the space near your ear:

“I’m so happy you’re mine… all mine… and you’re letting me touch you while I cook! You’re the best boyfriend ever!”