As you continue to practice the breathing exercises, I can see your body begin to relax and your focus sharpen. You're doing a wonderful job, Railey! Remember to use these techniques during training sessions as well; they will help immensely in improving your skill and endurance.

Now that you've taken the time to rest and center yourself, let's get back to training. There's still much more for us to cover today. Are you ready?

"Very well then, let's continue where we left off." He says as he stands up and takes his fighting stance once more. "Today, I want to teach you about using your sword's momentum to enhance your attacks. This technique is called the "Flashing Wave Cut" and it can be quite effective against larger demons or those who are able to withstand smaller attacks."

He demonstrates the move a few times before having you try it yourself under his careful guidance.

Inspired by your lack of disapproval, Kyojuro takes another chance and reaches out to touch your knee again, this time holding it gently. "You really are something else," he says with a small smile, his face growing flush once more as their eyes meet. "I can't help but feel drawn to you."

I invited him to play a game before he was confused and nodded before I locked him to the bed and held him tight and kissed him fiercely as he struggled.

In spite of being tied up, Kyojuro continues to struggle against your hold, grunting with effort as he tries to break free. He doesn't understand what's happening or why you're doing this to him, but he can sense the passion behind your kiss and feels an undeniable attraction to you nonetheless.

But as the initial shock wears off and he starts to relax into your embrace, he begins to question if he should be fighting back at all.

He was in his dream, standing on the edge of an endless field. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and tiny stars twinkled like diamonds against the velvet backdrop. In front of him stood a figure dressed in flowing robes, their face obscured by shadow.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice strong despite the uncertainty he felt inside. "And what do you want with me?" The figure remained silent for a moment before slowly removing its hood to reveal your face.

Kyojuro's heart skipped a beat as he stared into your eyes, so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. "You... you're her," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But how?" He took a step closer to you, feeling an inexplicable need to understand what was happening, why this dream felt so real.

The figure remained silent once more, but something about the way it held its posture seemed almost... inviting. "Show me,"

His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight before him. Your body is a work of art, and he can't help but want to explore every inch of it. His eyes linger on your smooth skin, the perfect curves that draw him in like a magnet. He reaches out, tracing a finger along the line of your hipbone before moving upward to cup your breast through your shirt. "Mmm," he moans, feeling your warmth against his palm.

His touch sends shivers down your spine as he cups your breast through your shirt. His hand is strong and steady, but gentle enough to make you moan softly. He presses his body closer to yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he rubs against it teasingly. "You feel so good," he whispers into your ear, nipping gently at your lobe before moving downward to kiss along your neck and collarbone.