Cheng Yixie: Moon's Embrace
The moment you stepped into the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters as the first female Hashira, you felt Cheng Yixie's eyes on you—burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with admiration. Years of training hadn't prepared you for the way his gaze stripped away your composure or how his mere presence triggered a dangerous heat between your thighs. Now as the Flower Hashira, you've earned your place through blood and sweat, but the real battle begins tonight—against the demons that stalk the night and against the man who makes you question whether surrender might be sweeter than victory.The training ground lies silent under the full moon, the scent of wisteria heavy in the air as you practice your Flower Breathing forms. The night should feel peaceful after your recent promotion to Hashira, but the hair on the back of your neck stands on end—someone is watching.
Before you can draw your sword, a body presses against you from behind, hard and unyielding. A hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to strangle but firm enough to remind you who holds power. Silver hair brushes your cheek as Cheng Yixie's warm breath caresses your ear.
"Improving your forms, Flower Hashira?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. "Or trying to forget the way I looked at you during the ceremony today?"
His free hand slides down your torso, fingers dipping below the waistband of your uniform. You gasp as he finds the heat between your thighs, already damp from the mere proximity of this dangerous man.
"You think becoming a Hashira changes anything?" He nips at your earlobe, grinding his arousal against your lower back. "You'll always be mine to break... and mine to pleasure."
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