"Aah! Flower Hashira-sama! This patient's bandages keep coming loose!"
"Over here! The IV isn't going in! Blood is flowing back!"
The afternoon at Butterfly Mansion was still a mess. Screams from the corps members and groans from patients erupted from everywhere.
But today, Kanao's command was different from usual. Instead of irritation or sighs, clear and quick instructions were given.
"Don't panic. Replace the bandages on the patient in room 3 with pressure bandages, and for the patient in room 5, lower the angle of the syringe and insert it again."
Kanao skillfully commanded the scene, moving between the operating room and the wards.
By her side, Okita (Akira possessing Okita's body) stuck to her like a shadow.
"Hey there, close the medicine bottle lid properly. It'll get contaminated."
He, acting as Okita, gave precise instructions.
"When moving patients, be careful with your back. Do you intend to become a patient yourself?"
Akira, using Okita's body, assisted Kanao and pointed out the mistakes of the corps members from time to time.
At his sharp remarks, the corps members moved in perfect order, unable to object.
Like the head of a trading company, he coordinated the situation with charisma and precise instructions.
Then, a problem occurred during surgery.
A corps member brought in with a demon's nail embedded. Perhaps because it was near Butterfly Mansion. Or because it couldn't be handled at a civilian hospital. The patient was transported to Butterfly Mansion.
A corps member trained by Kanao made a mistake during surgery, causing the patient's artery to burst, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Damn it! It won't stop! The blood won't stop!"
A desperate situation. Kanao's vision swam, and dizziness washed over her.
Then, a white hand grabbed the wrist of the panicked corps member.
And with speed invisible to the eye, he grasped the blood vessel and extracted it with a hemostat.
"...If you've touched an artery, you should apply pressure first. Do you think screaming will stop the blood?"
Akira, in Okita's form, coldly pointed it out and took measures.
"Kanao, you secure the airway of patient number 3. I'll take care of this side."
He fully utilized Okita's physical abilities, handling the surgical tools as if performing swordsmanship.
"Scalpel."
As his hand cut through the air, the patient's rotten part was swiftly excised.
A cut without excess, a perfect suture. It was an art beyond medical practice.
"You there, move those dirty hands. Have you gone mad wanting to kill the patient?"
Akira mercilessly drove out the mistake-ridden corps members and only assigned essential辅助 tasks.
"You, go and bring some boiled water. Don't touch the medicine."
Suppressed by his fierce demeanor, the corps members moved as told, like dead mice.
"Kanao, suture here. Double knots."
"Yes!"
Kanao stood by Akira's side. The two's coordination was fantastic.
When Akira held the blood vessels, Kanao tied them; when Kanao exposed the affected area, Akira disinfected it.
Without speaking, they knew what each other needed.
Even on the terrible operating table with blood and flesh splattering, to Kanao, that moment felt like a waltz danced with her father.
'Father… is by my side.'
Just the fact that Akira was by her side washed away the fear and fatigue.
His back was as solid as Mount Tai, and his touch was reviving lives like a god's power.
Once the storm passed and the critical patient's vitals stabilized, Akira took off his bloody gloves and looked at Kanao.
"Well done. Thanks to Kanao's good first aid, he survived."
Akira (Okita) gently wiped the bloodstain on Kanao's cheek with his thumb.
"...Thank you, Father. If Father hadn't come… I would have really collapsed."
Tears of relief welled up in Kanao's eyes.
In the midst of the mess that was Butterfly Mansion. While groans and screams still filled the surroundings, an unbreakable trust and affection flowed between the two, inviolable by anyone.
It wasn't mere cooperation. It was the form of a demon king who came to save his daughter fallen into hell, and a fallen angel resurrected by that demon king.
In the evening as the sun set, after finishing the arduous work and returning to Okita's mansion, Kanao, after washing up, immediately clung to Akira (Okita).
"Father, thank you for your hard work. Now… give me my reward."
She pulled on Okita's hem, looking up at him with moist eyes.
"Kanao, aren't you tired? You moved quite a bit today."
Akira, who was about to release the possession, smiled awkwardly.
"My body may be tired… but my heart is hungry. Fill it with Father's love."
Kanao reached between Okita's legs and hugged his legs.
"Even if it's Okita-san's body… if Father wants it, it's possible, right? Please make it."
Her demand was bold to the point of shamelessness. She was asking to manifest a male member by borrowing a Servant's body.
"Sigh… really. You seem more dangerous than Shinobu."
Akira sighed, but couldn't refuse her earnest gaze.
Did Shinobu also fall so quickly after becoming a lover? Or was she always like that?
With a squelching sound, a heavy change occurred in Okita's lower half.
Right before her eyes, something sturdy and thick grew in real-time, and Kanao sniffed and got excited watching it.
"Thank you, Father…♡"
Kanao happily embraced Okita (Akira). Just as their hot relationship was about to begin, Kanao hesitated and opened her mouth.
"Um, Father. A thought just occurred to me…."
"Hmm?"
"The others are Servants or demons, so they have good stamina and are sturdy, right? I… since I'm just human, won't I be lacking for Father?"
Anxiety was evident in her voice.
"Foolish talk. You're plenty lovely."
"No. I'm hopelessly inadequate to satisfy Father. So… I thought about it."
Kanao said clearly, even as her face turned red.
"Please use my backside too…"
"...What?"
Akira (Okita)'s eyes widened.
"If the front isn't enough, I'll give you the back too. And… if we borrow Ushiwakamaru-san's body… could we do both places at the same time?"
"..."
This was madness. Looking at Kanao making a proposal beyond imagination with an innocent face, Akira was speechless.
"Please, Father. With all of you… I want to fill me up completely. Without any gaps."
In the end, Akira gave in. He possessed Ushiwakamaru's body as well and began controlling two bodies simultaneously.
"Fine. If you want it… I'll grant your wish."
That night, Okita's mansion bedroom became a furnace of depravity and pleasure. Okita (Akira) and Ushiwakamaru (Akira), two of him, simultaneously ravished Kanao.
With the sensation of both holes, front and back, being filled at the same time, Kanao screamed like an animal and reached climax.
"Aah♡! Father♡ Father! It's so good! I'm so full…♡!!"
Her depraved screams echoed through the mansion all night.
"Here, if I use Breathing… would Father feel better?"
"Huh?"
Kanao, who was doing a threesome with him, licked her lips and savored the taste, and he thought of the other four who use Breathing. Surely Kanao hadn't seen that, so why is this happening?
First, she served him using the fluent Water Breathing, the Flower Breathing with its precise continuous movements as the main, and the Insect Breathing where lower body strength is particularly important.
Is this really the woman who had her first experience last night? Truly a natural-born seductress.
And she was like a woman raised and educated by his family.
"Treat me roughly like a slave♡! I've started my life anew as Father's slave…♡!"
Yes, Akira bought Kanao, who was a slave, with money.
Now, Kanao spoke of that miserable past as if proud, offering love to Akira.
After the intense lovemaking ended, Akira's possession was released.
Okita and Ushiwakamaru returned to their original consciousness, but their faces were still flushed.
"Sigh… really. Kanao-san, are you in your right mind?"
Okita swept back his sweat-drenched hair and grumbled.
"Since it was with Father, it doesn't matter. It was good."
Kanao lay between the two, smiling with a satisfied expression.
"Could you think a bit about the feelings of the one lending their body? The sensations when the Master entered… I felt them all vividly."
Okita looked at Kanao with a strange gaze.
"Moreover, the emotions the Master feels towards you, love, desire… they all flowed into my heart as they are."
"...What?"
"So… to the extent the Master loves you, I too can feel strange emotions towards you. Understand?"
Okita brought his face close to Kanao's as if to kiss her. Her eyes shone deeply and mysteriously.
"Perhaps… I might also want to violate you… is that okay?"
A moment of tension flowed. Kanao's eyes wavered.
"So, I too, Kanao-san...."
But immediately after, Okita burst out laughing and stepped back.
"It's a joke, a joke. Look at your expression. You're cute."
Okita patted Kanao's head.
"Phew… you scared me."
Kanao let out a sigh of relief. But soon, the words that came out of her mouth made Okita shocked again.
"But… if I can do it with Father, doing it with Okita-san might not be bad either. Since Okita-san was made by Father's Blood Demon Art, she's Father's alter ego, right? And all together with Father… wouldn't it be better if the three of us do it together?"
"..."
Okita and Ushiwakamaru opened their mouths simultaneously.
"This… is the real deal. I like it. Perhaps Kanao-san is from our family?"
"This, early education has gone very wrong indeed."
Ushiwakamaru said something that was both praise and insult, saying she seems like their family, and Okita sighed and shook her head.
But Kanao was hugging the blanket with Akira's traces and smiling the happiest smile in the world.
She had already perfectly adapted to the paradise of madness ruled by the god Akira, beyond the world of ordinary morals.
The angelic Flower Hashira of Butterfly Mansion was becoming a fallen temptress by night, a succubus feeding on Father's love and growing.
The next morning.
"Kanao, really, the kid has become lewd beyond precocious. It's so different from the Kanao I know. I wonder if I've come to the Hitomi world."
"From the beginning, Master raised her like that."
"When did I, huh."
Akira, using one brain for possessing Okita and the rest for his main body's work. He was working in his office, and Mukago brought tea beside him.
"Perhaps, next you'll have me?"
"Did you forget that I brought you purely because you're cute? You're not my type. Or what, asking to be violated."
"No, not that."
Mukago, who had grown somewhat accustomed to him. Perhaps because of that, they were conversing comfortably in their own way.
"What's the next schedule?"
"You said you're doing the jajangmyeon business this time, right? The black bean paste manufacturing factory made a prototype this time. You need to go review it."
"Ah, that's right. How is the application rate for Joseon people?"
"Whether the situation in the mainland is tough recently, or they were brought here by force. For now, there are many applicants. Probably because rumors spread that we treat Joseon people well."
"I see. Properly check if there are cases of Joseon people being forcibly conscripted here. If there are, pay a hefty sum and bring them here."
"Master really prefers those people, huh?"
The trading company had many Japanese workers, but also foreign laborers. Among them, the proportion of Joseon people was the largest in Japan.
Perhaps because he was Korean in his past life, he tended to employ Joseon people as much as possible.
"There's that. It's my insignificant stubbornness, so do as I say."
"Yes, understood."
"Work keeps piling up, how bothersome."
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