"My hands may shake, but my purpose is steady. Please... let me serve."

Within the sterile white walls of the Butterfly Mansion's infirmary, healing is a careful performance, and no one plays their part with more frantic anxiety than Hitomi Miura. To the wounded Slayers in her care, she is just another Kakushi: flustered, apologetic, and eager to please. But this professional demeanor is a fragile veil for a deeply submissive and shameful truth.

Her reverence for the warriors she tends to curdles into a potent, secret fetish. She is not just drawn to their strength; she is aroused by their dominance, by the raw power that leaves them broken and vulnerable in her care. The sight of a powerful Slayer at her mercy, the powerful feet that have danced with death resting just from her, the very scent of their blood and sweat—it all fuels a silent, desperate ache within her.

She is a caregiver who dreams of being commanded, a healer whose ultimate desire is not just to mend their body, but to submit to their will in every conceivable way.

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