"You guys can handle your own mission. We don't need you here," Jaeger said bluntly, eyes locked on the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps' delegation.
"What did you just—"
"Watch your tone when speaking to my lord," one of the Hashira said coldly.
"This bastard—!"
"Alright, children," Kagaya Ubuyashiki's gentle voice cut through the rising tension like wind over still water.
"Let's not lose our composure. Our guests have traveled far, and they came to assist us. At the very least, we must allow them to rest."
His soft words carried such natural authority that every Hashira fell silent.
After one last round of disgruntled glares, they turned and left.
Kagaya bowed his head slightly.
"I apologize for their discourtesy," he said softly. "They are young, loyal, and temperamental. I hope—"
"I don't mind. You can go now," Jaeger interrupted without a hint of concern.
Kagaya merely offered a serene smile, bowed again, and left with graceful steps, his composure completely unshaken despite the brusque dismissal.
The moment the door shut, Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression shifted—barely, but Jaeger caught it.
Her eyes glimmered with mischief.
And then—
Time stopped.
Buzz.
A heavy silence swallowed the room.
Utaha had activated her time-stop ability—so forceful that even Jibril and Jaeger were caught inside it.
Of course, she wasn't trying to fight.
Jibril could tank a direct hydrogen bomb without blinking.
Jaeger, fused with his upgraded sage body, regenerated faster the longer he existed.
Utaha wasn't delusional enough to think freezing them would let her harm them.
She clearly had… other goals.
In the frozen world, she walked over, tapped Jaeger's leg lightly with the tip of her foot, then—
Time resumed.
Jaeger blinked.
"…Weird. That felt strange."
Jibril narrowed her eyes. "Something just shifted," she said, instinctively analyzing the air. "But I can't pinpoint it."
Jaeger glanced down at his leg, still faintly warm from the tap.
When he looked up again, Utaha was winking—subtle, devious.
Jaeger arched a brow.
He knew exactly what she'd done… but didn't comment.
"You wait outside, Jibril," he said calmly.
"Eh? Why?" Jibril tilted her head like a confused bird.
"You know why."
Jaeger smirked, though his eyebrow twitched at her cluelessness.
"…Ah. I see."
Jibril glanced between Utaha's flushed cheeks and Jaeger's expression.
Then back at Utaha.
Then back at him.
"So you two are going to…?"
"Exactly," he replied. "Now shoo."
"No way!" Jibril protested immediately, wings flapping in irritation. "This room was assigned to me too! Why do I have to leave just because you two want to perform your weird human mating rituals?"
Jaeger sighed and rubbed his temples. "Can't you see Utaha's embarrassed? Don't you have any tact?"
"There is no embarrassment needed!" Jibril declared proudly, floating higher with crossed arms. "I'm a Flugel! You're humans! What's the big deal?"
"You are not helping," Utaha muttered, her face turning redder.
"And besides!" Jibril grinned, drifting closer with dangerous curiosity. "What's the harm in me watching? It's purely for… cultural research!"
"Cultural—?!" Utaha practically exploded. "You're insane! You speak like a human, look like a human—wings don't make you some primitive animal! You're practically human yourself!"
"It's all the same to me~," Jibril chimed innocently.
"Fine," Utaha snapped, reaching her limit. "You want to watch? Then enjoy the show."
Before Jaeger could stop her—
Before Jibril could react—
Utaha activated her Devil Fruit.
Her body shifted, lengthened, scaled over
BOOM.
Utaha didn't start at the full dragon form.
Her scales rippled—glowing—and her massive serpentine body shrank inward, muscles tightening, bones cracking and reshaping with a deep metallic thrum.
The pink dragon twisted, compressed and then exploded into her hybrid form.
A towering figure stepped out of the fading smoke.
She looked like something straight out of Onigashima:
Kaido-style dragon-human hybrid, but sleeker, curvier, and glowing with a soft pink aura.
Long horns curved back from her head, her hair turning into flowing, shimmering pink strands.
Scales covered her arms, thighs, and hips like armored stockings.
Her claws were sharp, elegant, and tinted rose-gold.
Her chest...
Yeah.
She kept her big boobs, only now supported and lifted by scale patterns that looked almost like natural armor.
Her hips widened, her waist cinched, and her entire figure screamed "dangerously seductive monster girl."
Her tail flicked behind her, long and fluffy at the tip, matching her pink scales.
And of course
Her ass had gotten even bigger.
Peach-shaped, tight, bouncy, and covered in tiny shimmering scales that framed every curve like living jewelry.
The moment she finished transforming, she smirked—fangs glinting.
"…WHAT THE HELL?!" Jibril yelped. "I wanted to see humans! Not—dragon cosplay! This isn't even close!"
"No take-backs now," the dragoness purred smugly.
Jaeger exhaled heavily.
Again with the dragon form?
I wanted to try something new this time…
Utaha's pink scales shimmered under the lantern light, her curves exaggerated and dripping with both power and feminine heat.
Every step she took echoed with the dull clack of taloned feet on wooden boards. Her hips swayed, tail flicking behind her, massive chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
Jaeger's gaze was helplessly drawn to her—
to the way her breasts bounced, barely constrained by scale patterns,
to the obscene swell of her hips and ass, the muscles flexing with every stride.
"W-Wait—" Jibril stammered from the side, her wings flapping nervously, cheeks burning as she watched. "I can feel the heat from here…"
Utaha didn't wait for permission.
She prowled closer to Jaeger, the room shrinking around her overwhelming presence.
Thunk…
Her claws pressed to his chest, pushing him gently down onto the futon.
Utaha straddled him, thighs like sculpted marble, thick and soft at the same time, trapping him in place. Her scent was wild—sweet and hot, laced with electricity.
She leaned down, her long tongue snaking out, licking a wet trail from his collarbone to his ear.
"Let's give our audience a real show, hmm?"
Her voice was husky, low—pure temptation.
Jaeger's hands gripped her thighs, fingers sinking into yielding, scaled flesh.
She shuddered at his touch.
Thump-thump-thump…
Her heart (and his) hammered so loud it nearly drowned out their breathy moans.
Utaha wasted no time. She ground her ass down, her wetness drenching his abs, leaving a slick, hot trail with every move.
She arched her back, moaning—long, high, and unashamed.
"Aaahhh… Jaeger…!"
Her tail coiled tighter, the tip curling around his ankle.
Jaeger's cock strained, thick and twitching, as she lined herself up and hovered over him, teasing the tip against her soaked slit.
She bit her lip, eyes locked to his.
"Don't hold back. I want you to fuck me like you own me—right here, in front of her."
Her voice made Jibril gasp, her wings fluttering with excitement and embarrassment.
Utaha slammed herself down in one savage thrust, swallowing him whole.
SLAP!
Their hips collided, the wet smack echoing in the room.
Utaha's moan was feral, her claws digging into his chest.
"F-Fuck! So big—"
She rolled her hips, milking every inch, her massive tits jiggling in hypnotic rhythm.
Jaeger grunted, grabbing her waist, slamming up into her, setting a rough, punishing pace.
Smack! smack! smack!
The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air, Utaha's moans mixing with the obscene slaps of their bodies.
Jibril hovered above, mouth agape, her face flushed bright pink.
She tried to look away, but her eyes never left the scene.
Utaha rode him mercilessly, her tail lashing, her moans turning high-pitched and desperate as Jaeger pounded her harder.
She leaned back, arching, putting her massive breasts on full display.
Jaeger seized them, squeezing hard, earning a shriek from Utaha.
Her scaled ass bounced, her hips rolling, wetness spilling down his thighs.
Squish—smack—squelch
Every thrust sounded wetter, messier, filthier.
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