In the soft glow of dawn, nezuko and inosuke begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “nezuko and inosuke” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “nezuko and inosuke” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “nezuko and inosuke… nezuko and inosuke…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “nezuko and inosuke”.