That day, the people of Yoshiwara had no idea that they were about to witness an unprecedented era dominated by beautiful women… or rather, by demons disguised as them.
The Wisteria House officially opened.
Since the building had originally been a pleasure house, its renovations attracted very little attention, which was exactly what the Demon Slayer Corps had hoped for.
After all, they were laying a trap. Drawing too much attention to themselves would only ruin the operation.
Almost at the same time, the Infinity House, located at the northernmost section of Yoshiwara, also officially opened for business.
Thus, all three factions had successfully established themselves within the Entertainment District.
Unlike the Demon Slayer Corps and the mysterious creatures, who intended to eliminate one another…
The demons had arrived with a far more dangerous objective.
They were preparing to betray their own master.
To be more precise, the Infinity House was nothing more than Kokushibo's carefully constructed stage for gradually recruiting every member of the Twelve Kizuki to his own side.
Unlike ordinary pleasure houses, the Infinity House established an entirely different set of rules from the very beginning.
The oiran and attendants would only converse with guests, perform music, dance, and provide entertainment.
Nothing more.
By all logic, such restrictions should have severely affected business.
Yet, for some mysterious reason…
The number of customers increased with each passing day.
Those who visited claimed that the beauties inside could not only sing and dance but also possessed countless unusual talents unlike anything found elsewhere in Yoshiwara.
There was even one courtesan capable of lulling people into an incredibly pleasant sleep.
Within those dreams, guests experienced every happiness they had ever desired.
As word spread throughout the Entertainment District, the Infinity House gradually became one of the most talked-about establishments in Yoshiwara.
After countless protests from Muzan, Kokushibo was ultimately forced to dress as an oiran himself.
As for the proprietor of the Infinity House…
It was none other than Kotoha.
At first, Muzan had remained extremely wary of this human woman.
Unexpectedly, Kotoha had already been living under Doma's protection for more than ten years.
The moment she met Muzan, she immediately lowered her head respectfully.
"Greetings, Lord Muzan."
Kokushibo had already explained everything to her beforehand.
Although fear still lingered deep inside her heart, she forced herself to remain calm for Kokushibo's sake while standing before the Demon King.
Muzan still felt somewhat uneasy about allowing an ordinary human to remain alive.
However, among all the Upper Moons, Doma was one of the few demons whose loyalty Muzan trusted completely.
Because of that, Muzan silently accepted Kotoha's continued existence.
Although the Infinity House had yet to become famous throughout all of Yoshiwara, Daki eventually discovered its existence.
One evening, she personally decided to investigate.
The moment she stepped inside, before she could properly observe her surroundings, two children suddenly ran past her, each happily carrying a cup filled with crimson liquid.
Neither showed the slightest fear.
Moments later, another little girl dressed as an apprentice courtesan hurried over while holding a cup above her head.
"Daki-sama! Please have a drink!"
Only then did Daki catch the scent.
It was human blood.
She hesitated briefly before accepting the cup.
"…Who are you?"
She couldn't remember any demons operating within Yoshiwara besides herself and Gyutaro.
"Daki-sama!"
The little girl immediately bowed.
"I am Rei."
She then excitedly pulled the other two children forward.
"And these two are Rui and Kamanue!"
Seeing the three Lower Rank demons standing before her, Daki was completely stunned.
Had these Lower Moons really entered her territory?
Didn't they know Yoshiwara was where she hunted?
"Is that Daki?"
A gentle, seductive male voice drifted down from the upper floor.
"Come upstairs."
It belonged to Doma.
Without hesitation, Daki immediately summoned Gyutaro from within her body.
The siblings climbed the stairs together.
What greeted them left both of them speechless.
According to Gyutaro's account many years later…
It was one of the most unbelievable sights he had ever witnessed.
Almost every Upper Rank demon was dressed as a woman.
Muzan was currently applying eye shadow to Kokushibo.
"Daki's here."
"Hold still."
He shot Kokushibo a sharp glare.
"Do you think I'm enjoying putting makeup on you?"
"You think I wanted this?"
Although his words sounded irritated, the smug satisfaction visible in Muzan's expression betrayed his true feelings.
This was surprisingly entertaining.
Kokushibo could only sigh helplessly.
Just wait.
Once Muzan isn't watching… every one of the Twelve Kizuki is getting recruited.
Not a single subordinate will escape.
Daki stood frozen.
So did Gyutaro.
What exactly was happening here?
Had the Twelve Kizuki collectively lost their minds?
Nearby, Kotoha was carefully touching up Doma's makeup.
To everyone's surprise, once dressed as a woman, Doma looked remarkably beautiful.
While he still couldn't compare to Kotoha's natural elegance, his appearance was undeniably stunning.
Gyutaro looked toward Muzan.
"Lord Muzan… why have you all come to Yoshiwara?"
Since this was already the siblings' territory, Muzan's personal appearance could only mean something significant.
Akaza, now wearing a pink kimono along with a carefully styled wig, answered calmly.
"Lord Muzan intends to lure both the Demon Slayer Corps and those mysterious creatures here…"
"…and destroy them all in a single battle."
Before Gyutaro could ask another question, Muzan finally finished applying Kokushibo's makeup.
Applying cosmetics around six eyes had required far more effort than expected.
"There."
"You've finally met someone who can deal with you, Kokushibo."
Muzan smiled triumphantly like a child showing off a successful prank.
Looking down at Muzan, who was nearly a head shorter than himself, Kokushibo could only remain silent.
He was already wearing women's clothing.
Meanwhile, Muzan had completely transformed into the appearance of a graceful noblewoman.
Kokushibo stretched his arms slightly.
The sleeves were still too short.
That couldn't be helped.
After all…
How many oiran stood nearly two meters tall?
Among the Twelve Kizuki, only Enmu had undergone a complete physical transformation into a female appearance, thanks entirely to Muzan's Blood Demon Art.
"Daki."
Muzan looked proudly toward her.
"What do you think of the makeup I did for Kokushibo?"
Daki stared blankly.
She wanted to gouge out her own eyes.
Six eyes.
Every single one covered in elaborate eye shadow.
What kind of oiran had six eyes?
It looked less like elegant makeup and more like someone had opened a cosmetics shop directly on his face.
She couldn't think of a single compliment.
Fortunately, Gyutaro immediately spoke up.
"It looks magnificent."
"Combined with Lord Kokushibo's height and bearing, it's both intimidating and strangely elegant."
His praise wasn't merely flattery toward Muzan.
Gyutaro still remembered how Kokushibo had protected his dignity from the brothel mistress not long ago.
He genuinely meant every word.
Daki and Akaza exchanged bewildered glances.
Neither of them knew whether Gyutaro was being sincere.
After Daki finally heard Kokushibo explain the entire operation, she fell silent.
Rather than commenting immediately, she looked toward Gyokko.
"Lord Gyokko…"
"I assume you're only helping behind the scenes?"
Unexpectedly, Gyokko tilted his head proudly.
"Daki."
"Mind your tone."
"I am currently the most popular courtesan in the Infinity House."
Yes.
That was exactly what had happened.
Gyokko had somehow become the establishment's greatest attraction.
Whenever customers specifically requested him, they were escorted into a private room separated by an ornate folding screen.
Gyokko never revealed his appearance.
Instead, he conversed with each guest using countless different voices.
At first, even Muzan believed Gyokko would drive customers away.
Instead…
More and more guests specifically requested him.
Eventually, people even began lining up outside.
Gyokko always placed one of his handcrafted pots before each guest.
Only after the customer sincerely praised every artistic detail of the pottery to his satisfaction…
Would Gyokko allow them to choose which voice they wished to hear next.
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