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Anime girls in this world love being tickled. Let's see how much fun they have as the lee.

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Chapter #7

Tickle masochist Hashira-Shinobu Kucho

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Swords clanged in a distant forest as the insect Hashira, Shinobu Kucho, was fighting against an unusual demon.

This demon had a large giddy grin that never left its face. It had a human like body similar to Akaza with a scythe in its hand but sprouting out its back were feather like tendrils.

The teen hashira, despite her own smile which she used to hide her rage against demons, was confused by those. Were they part of its blood demon art? Were they coated in poison like her own sword? She didn’t know nor did she want to.

The feather tendrils on the demons back then glowed and then it spoke. “Blood demon art…Masochist longing”

In an instant, the tendrils whipped around her at blinding speed, striking her body but in a way that actually tickled.

The girls smiled widened as some giggles threatened to burst free but she kept them down. Tho she was surprised and confused. Attacks that tickle? Was this thing messing with her? But she slowly started to feel a bit…strange. But she shook her head and regained focus…well..she tried too.

For some reason, she couldn’t keep her eyes off those feathers. Her eyes were glued to them like a cat seeing a ball of yarn or a dog with a ball. And she thought back to that demons attack. And how it tickled. And how…it felt…good?

“What on earth? What did that thing do to me?” Shinobu thought

But while she was distracted, the demon struck at her again with those same feathers. She got ready to dodge but her body wouldn’t move.
It didn’t want to move.

Shinobu felt nervous as the feather tendrils struck her again all over and that ticklish feeling returned and this time, a few giggles slipped out before she could stop them.

She moved as much as her practically paralyzed body would let her but for some reason..she didn’t want to get away from them. The tendrils managed to tickle her through her demon slayer outfit getting her petite upperbody.

The demon smirked as shinobu wasn’t moving and the girl found it harder to control her giggles.

And what was worse, the more the demon struck her, the more she wanted it to happen. The attack tickled so much and yet….she enjoyed it. A lot. Way more than just a lot actually. Against her will, against her very being…she loved it.

The way the tendrils struck at her ribs, making them feel like they were being played with like a piano. Her belly was hit with all the force of someone blowing a raspberry on her belly. Her sides like they were being squeezed, her armpits like fingers were invading them. Even her covered feet felt like they were being tickled by feathers and brushes.

Eventually, Shinobu couldn’t fight it anymore and was standing there, fully laughing. Her sword having been dropped to the ground and forgotten.

Her usual smile was wider then ever as loud happy ticklish laughter escaped her and yet she did nothing to fight back. She didn’t squirm and plead for it to stop. In fact…she wanted more tickles.

However that sadly wouldn’t happen as the demon sensed someone approaching at rapid speeds and it jumped out the way of a sword, wielded by Giyu.

“Giyu..” Shinobu muttered in relief, and for some reason, and for some reason disappointment.

The demon attempted to flee, sensing how strong he was but it was already too late.

“Water breathing 11th form….Dead calm”

Those were the last words the demon heard before it saw a still pond of water and suddenly, it was decapitated.

“Are you alright?” Giyu asked

“Yes. Thank you.” Shinobu said gratefully with that signature smile

“Let’s get back. Mitsuri was worried.” Giyu said stoically as he walked by her.

But as he did a bit of his raven black hair brushed her neck, making her giggle

“What’s so funny?” Giyu asked

“Oh..nothing.” Shinobu waved off.

But it was clear that demons art was still in affect even in death. Her skin felt more sensitive and even that quick brush tickled.

And yet….she wanted more.

Just…what did that thing do to her?




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