After completing her mission, Mukago returned to the mansion.
Her steps were heavy. It was true that the Lower Moon demon on Mount Natagumo had been dealt with, but not by Mukago herself—Kanao had handled it.
"What excuse can I give Master…? What if I'm deemed useless and disposed of?"
Mukago swallowed dryly and pushed open the mansion's large double doors with trembling hands.
As the door creaked open.
Mukago held her breath. A thick, primal scent washed over her like a tidal wave, assaulting her nose.
It was a dizzying, intoxicating mix—the fishy yet sweet smell of night flowers, the sweat of women, and the scent of flesh steeped in pleasure.
"...Ah, ah…"
Before Mukago's eyes unfolded an unbelievable, unimaginable scene of debauchery.
The living room floor was slick with sticky white fluid, leaving no space to step.
On that obscene sea, women who once commanded the world lay scattered, unconscious.
Kiyohime, who called herself the rightful wife, lay with her tongue lolling and eyes rolled back. The usually lively Tamamo Cat twitched, her fox ears and tail limp.
Benienma, grown into her alter version, crouched wearing only an apron. Shuten Douji, drenched not in sake but in Akira's white fluid, lay sprawled out, drunk on his scent.
Even the great Oda Nobunaga breathed roughly, her clothes torn to shreds. The artist mother-daughter duo, Hokusai and Oei, were knocked out, clinging to each other.
But the shock didn't end there.
Mitsuri, Shinobu, Kanae, and Tsubaki, as well as the maid Ubume, and even Kumonojo and Kumohime—who usually only attended to duties—all lay foaming at the mouth with their eyes rolled back.
"Wh-what is this…? Did a war break out…?"
At the center of that chaos. On the highest sofa, a man held the unconscious Tamamo's hips, pouring out his last desires.
The ruler of the night, Akira.
"Ugh…! Hah…!"
With a beast-like groan, Akira poured his hot seed deep into Tamamo.
Tamamo's body flailed like a caught fish before going limp.
No, he had forced himself on her while she was already unconscious.
Akira set her down on the floor and slowly rose.
His muscular body glistened with sweat, and despite having violated numerous women, his massive member remained fiercely erect, veins bulging.
"You're here, Mukago."
Akira turned to look at Mukago.
His eyes weren't their usual cold, rational gaze. They burned with red desire and madness, an unquenchable thirst that had swallowed his sanity.
"M-Master…? What on earth is going on?"
Mukago stepped back. Along with fear, a strange excitement tingled in her lower abdomen.
"Haa… Shinobu, that cunning girl… She played a trick on me."
Akira gestured with his chin toward Shinobu, who lay collapsed on the floor.
Shinobu was knocked out with a blissful expression, her face and mouth smeared with white fluid.
"To get back at me, she spiked my food with a newly developed, ultra-potent aphrodisiac. So potent that even a demon's detoxification couldn't neutralize it. She said it could make a hundred elephants go into heat."
Akira growled as he swept back his wet hair.
"So… I took every woman in sight. I violated them all, over and over. But still… the heat won't fade. In a rush, I even called Kumonojo and Kumohime, but it wasn't enough. Tsubaki suggested summoning the Moon Flower Squad before she passed out, but even superhumans can't handle me when I'm this aroused. I was seriously considering calling Susamaru or Yahaba, as much as I hate to admit it."
Thud. Thud.
Akira approached Mukago. The predator's massive shadow completely engulfed her.
"You came at the perfect time. Cool my heat. Now."
"Wh-what…?!"
Mukago's gaze fixed on the space between Akira's legs.
Something unbelievable for a human, unthinkable for one in human form.
A club-like, imposing thing twitched before her eyes. Being impaled by that monstrosity felt like it would split her body in half.
"M-Master… I'm not mentally prepared yet… Kyaah!"
Akira roughly tore off Mukago's clothes. At his gesture, the shredded fabric fell away, revealing her naked body.
"Th-this is a bit much…"
She didn't look like the queen of ice and snow who had overwhelmed even Hashira with her presence on Mount Natagumo. Seeing her fair, beautiful nudity, Akira smiled a feral grin.
Akira grabbed Mukago's hair and yanked her toward his groin.
"No preparation needed. Open your mouth. Suck."
An absolute, unrefusable command. Trembling, Mukago opened her mouth.
Akira's massive tip pushed past her lips. Hot, hard, the feral taste of a male.
"Mmh…! Slurp… Chuu…"
Mukago instinctively began moving her tongue. Her mind went blank.
Fear vanished instantly, replaced by the pleasure of serving her master and the submissive joy of a female, melting her brain.
"Good girl, Mukago. I heard from Kanao. From what Okita said, she took down a Lower Moon herself. Consider this both punishment for your mission failure and a reward for returning. Tonight, you'll take my seed until your belly bursts."
Akira's low voice resonated in her ear. The night was still long, and soon the mansion filled again with Mukago's moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
The next morning.
At the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, the Ubuyashiki estate's inner garden. Under a clear, cloudless sky, a sharp tension hung in the air.
In the middle of the gravel yard, Tanjiro knelt with his hands tied behind his back.
Dazed from the wounds and fatigue of the previous night's battle, he gritted his teeth and raised his head.
Before him stood the Demon Slayer Corps' elite, transcendant swordsmen—the Hashira—lined up with intimidating presence.
"Hmph! No need for a trial! A member who protects a demon is clearly violating the code! Execute him immediately!"
The Flame Hashira, Rengoku Shinjuro, shouted with a booming voice.
"It would be splendid to behead him. With a more dazzling spray of blood than anyone. Carrying a demon around isn't modest, but I like that. So I'll behead him splendidly."
The Sound Hashira, Uzui Tengen, crossed his arms and looked down arrogantly, two massive blades strapped to his back.
"Ah… poor child. To die bewitched by a demon… Namu Amida Butsu."
The giant blind monk, the Stone Hashira, Himejima Gyomei, rolled his prayer beads as tears streamed endlessly.
"Either way is fine. I'll forget it soon anyway. What was the shape of that cloud…"
The Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro, stared blankly at the sky.
"It's unfortunate that your family became demons. Don't worry. I won't let you burn in the sun; I'll behead you together. At least there'll be no pain."
The Flower Hashira, Nagao Kanao, watched Tanjiro with an expressionless face, wrapped in a white cloak.
"But we should give him the chance to commit seppuku honorably, right? For the little sister, since she's a demon, we'll send her off with beheading."
The Life Hashira, Okita Souji, wore a Shinsengumi haori and smiled faintly, enjoying the situation.
"Nezuko… Nezuko doesn't harm people! She fought with me! There are demons who fight to protect people!"
Tanjiro screamed as if vomiting blood.
"Unreliable words. Demons have no such thing as familial love."
The Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro, retorted coldly, a snake coiled around him and bandages on his mouth.
He glared at Tanjiro with contempt, then shot a look at the Water Hashira, Giyu Tomioka, standing far away.
"Aren't you restraining Tomioka? He covered for that foolish member, so he's practically an accomplice. What's wrong with your head?"
Giyu made no reply, silently standing guard by Tanjiro's side.
Thump, thump, thump.
Then, a man exuding a sinister killing intent walked out from the inner garden.
A man covered in scars, with piercing eyes. The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa.
In one hand, he held a wooden box containing Nezuko like a load.
"I came because I heard there was a foolish member carrying a demon around…"
Sanemi shook the box roughly.
"Is that you? The idiot trying to protect this thing as family?"
"St-stop that! Don't handle her carelessly!"
Tanjiro tried to rise, but the Kakushi behind him pressed him down.
"A demon protects people? Fights for people? Cut the crap!!"
Sanemi burst into a mad laugh and drew his Nichirin Blade.
"Listen, kid. Demons, when they're hungry, they'll eat their own parents and siblings. That's their instinct! I'll prove it right now!"
Just as Sanemi thrust the tip of his Nichirin Blade toward the wooden box.
Clang!
A sharp metallic sound, and Sanemi's sword stopped mid-air.
Someone's blade had blocked Sanemi's.
"...Huh?"
Sanemi's brow furrowed. It was Kanao who had blocked his sword.
"What are you doing, Nagao."
Sanemi growled. But Kanao didn't flinch.
Her eyes were cold and composed.
"Stop, Shinazugawa-san."
Kanao's voice was soft but firm.
"The demon inside that box is the most crucial evidence for this trial. Until the Master arrives, damaging the evidence is unacceptable."
"Hah? Evidence? What evidence is this demon brat! The right answer is to kill and dispose of it now!"
"The Master will deliver the judgment himself. Wait until then. If you recklessly stab the box and the demon gets excited and rampages, or conversely, gets beheaded and dies… it would only cloud the Master's judgment."
Kanao didn't yield an inch.
Outwardly, she upheld the Demon Slayer Corps' rules and loyalty to the Master, but her true motive was different.
'Since Mukago showed interest. For now, I'll cover appropriately.'
Having heard that her fellow housemate Mukago had taken an interest, Kanao was doing her best to protect Nezoko.
"Kanao's words make sense! I splendidly agree!"
Tengen interjected.
"Hmph! It's improper to shed blood before the Master arrives!"
Even Shinjuro added his voice, so Sanemi set down the box.
"...Hmph."
Sanemi clicked his tongue and sheathed his sword. But his killing intent still aimed at Nezoko's box.
"Fine. I'll wait until the Master comes."
Even though the Demon Slayer Corps leader hadn't arrived yet, the headquarters already felt like a storm of blood was about to break.
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