My Cute Wife is Mitsuri Kanroji

A normal day.

The skies were nice, and the temperature was just right. It was the perfect day to laze around, and Kotaro was doing just that, lying on Mitsuri’s lap as she picked his ears.

“Hnn~” 

The pick touched a sensitive zone. Embarrassing as it was, it felt good enough to elicit a moan from his mouth. 

But… 

‘Huh? Why does it feel more…?’ 

The first moan had been accidental. But now it felt like the ear pick was deliberately trying to make him moan, poking more and more into sensitive areas. 

With suspicion, Kotaro turned his head upwards to face Mitsuri, and just as he expected… 

“Mitsuri, you…” 

“K-Kotaro-sama… It’s just…” 

Caught in the act, Mitsuri’s words fumbled before she could come up with an excuse. In the end, she tried to play it cool by attempting to whistle. Unfortunately, despite her efforts, no sound came from her lips. 

“Heh~” 

Kotaro smirked, and Mitsuri blushed at his reaction. Getting caught red-handed was one thing; trying to make excuses and failing miserably was another. 

“Kotaro-sama, that was… It’s just…” 

“What’s just?” 

Finding herself silent, Kotaro asked again. Embarrassed, Mitsuri continued fiddling with her fingertips, realizing that under Kotaro-sama’s gaze, there was no escape. She then closed her eyes, her face flushed, and confessed the truth. 

“Kotaro-sama, it’s just… I wanted to hear more of your moans.” 

At first, when Kotaro-sama asked her to pick his ears, Mitsuri was delighted. It wasn’t often that she got the chance to help her beloved husband. Though she attended baths with him and often helped him in all possible ways, this was different. 

So she happily did her job like a virtuous wife. Kotaro-sama lying on her lap was a dream come true. But… 

“Hnn~” 

That moan… It awakened the inner pervert in her. It wasn’t often she heard Kotaro-sama’s moans. The only times she had heard them were during baths and in the futon. 

But once again, that was different, and this was different. Her hands went out of control and started intentionally poking the sensitive spots to hear more of his moans. 

“Wow…” 

Kotaro was genuinely surprised. Mitsuri’s initiative to make him moan… No matter how he tried to spin it positively, all he could conclude was that his wife had become a pervert without him realizing it. 

‘I had a suspicion when she accepted that Demon Slayer uniform. To think she’s changed this much…’ 

He felt both happiness and sadness. Kotaro was glad that Mitsuri was becoming more “cultured,” but part of him missed the untainted Mitsuri. 

But that thought didn’t linger. After all, it was he who had tainted that untainted Mitsuri, right? 

It meant she was truly his now. And moreover… 

“Mitsuri.” 

“Y-Yes, Kotaro-sama?” 

“If you wanted to hear my moans, wouldn’t it be right if I wanted to hear yours?” 

“!!” 

Mitsuri understood his words. But before she could react, Kotaro turned his head toward Mitsuri’s belly and pressed his face against it. 

“K-Kotaro-sama, what are you—Hnn~ Ahn~” 

Then he began kissing her, his hot breath making Mitsuri shiver and moan in ecstasy. During their intimate moments, Kotaro had noticed that Mitsuri practically had sensitive zones everywhere. 

Her belly was one of them. At night, he would often move from her lips, slowly sliding down to her chest, then to her stomach. And whenever he kissed her there… 

“K-Kotaro-sama~ Hnn~ Someone might… Ahn~ come…” 

Feeling no more kisses or hot breath on her belly, Mitsuri looked down with hazy eyes, thinking Kotaro had stopped after her words. But… 

Tham! 

Kotaro pushed Mitsuri down onto the tatami, looking at her with a predatory gaze. Mitsuri flushed and avoided his gaze, only glancing at him frequently. 

‘That gaze…’ 

She was all too familiar with those eyes. She had seen them before, during times when Kotaro-sama had been too strong… The thought of what was coming next made her tingle! Mitsuri trembled a bit, but not out of fear—out of excitement. 

“K-Kotaro-sama…” 

“Mitsuri, you’ve been a bad girl.” 

As a wife, Mitsuri knew the answers needed to please her husband. Don’t underestimate her drive to become the best wife! So she gave the answer Kotaro wanted to hear. 

“Hnn~ Yes~ Mitsuri has been a bad girl~” 

Feeling his warm hand on her chest, she tried to suppress a moan, biting her lips. But Kotaro didn’t stop and slid his hand inside her kimono, feeling it bare.

Now, with her arousal heightened, his touch made Mitsuri even wetter. 

“Then…” 

Kotaro’s other hand reached downward, touching and rubbing the spot, making Mitsuri cry out even louder than before. 

“K-Kotaro-sa--- Ooh~ It’s too-- Hnn~ Eek~” 

“Mitsuri, that’s not what I want to hear. If Mitsuri’s being a bad girl, then what’s necessary?” 

He increased the intensity, making Mitsuri’s back arch from the overwhelming pleasure. If she didn’t give the right answer, Kotaro-sama would intensify it even more! 

“Hnn~ If Mitsuri is being a bad--- Ooh~ girl, then she needs punishment~” 

“Mitsuri…” 

Kotaro released her, then looked at her. Mitsuri, in her flushed and hazy state, understood what his eyes meant. 

She removed her undergarments, becoming completely naked, ready to receive the punishment from her husband for being a bad girl. 

“Kotaro-sama, please punish m---” 

And… 

Caw! Caw! 

The Kasugai crow’s cries echoed through the Rengoku Mansion. 

“Flame Hashira, the Hashira Meeting summons you!” 

The normal day became an extraordinary one with the birth of the new Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku, but… 

‘Damn this Kasugai crow!’ 

… 

On a nearby tree branch… 

Shivers~ 

Hmm, is something bad about to happen?

Haru, the innocent Kasugai crow, shivered for some unknown reason.

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A/N:

Sorry for the inconsistent updates! I’m back at my village for the festival holidays, and the lack of internet makes everything harder.

Sigh, I never knew typing on a phone was this difficult.