Chapter 122: Entertainment District -12-
Nezuko's eyes flashed once more. However, that gaze no longer held the beast-like ferocity from moments ago.
It was a gaze that was deep, arrogant, and looked down upon all things—the eyes of a sovereign.
Akira had transferred his consciousness into Nezuko's body.
The body was small and light. Yet, within it, the explosive power of a demon was boiling over.
Akira raised Nezuko's hands, clenching and unclenching them to check the sensations.
“Hmm... This isn't as bad as I thought. Good elasticity, and the reaction speed is excellent.”
At that moment, Nobunaga appeared in the air, her red cloak fluttering behind her.
She rested her chin on her hand, observing Nezuko (Akira) with interest.
“Now you've gone as far as using the body of a half-baked brat like that? Our Master really is a lump of desire, isn't he?”
Nezuko (Akira) chuckled at Nobunaga's mischievous question. It was a smile that revealed fangs at the corners of the mouth.
“What are you talking about, Nobu? This child is closer to a daughter if anything. To view such a cute creature as a sexual object—I have more doubts about what's going on inside your head.”
“Haa? If she's your daughter, why are you stealing her body? Suspicious, very suspicious.”
“Fufu, every man wants to... try being a beautiful girl at least once, don't they?”
Nobunaga recoiled in disgust at Akira's shameless joke.
“Ugh... How creepy. If you want that so bad, why don't you just use your abilities to gender-swap yourself? You could do it if you put your mind to it.”
“I don't want to. My main body becoming a woman... it feels somewhat nauseating. It's only fun because it's someone else's body.”
“You turn others into women just fine, but you refuse to do it to yourself. Talk about a double standard. Humans really are selfish animals. Well, that's what makes them interesting, though.”
Nobunaga smirked and clicked her tongue, but Akira stood up, unbothered.
“Stop the small talk; it's time for a performance test. Nobu, stand right there.”
“What? Why me?”
Whoosh!!!!
As Akira (Nezuko) swung a hand, crimson blood spurted out from the air like a whip, entangling Nobunaga.
And the moment that blood touched her, a fierce explosion of blood-flames erupted.
“Hot! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Hey! This is actually hot! Put it out already!”
Nobunaga screamed as she shook off the flames. Nezuko's flames were special enough to inflict damage even on her, a Servant.
“Hmm... As expected. It's like a lower-tier version of the flames of Papiyas, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven—flames with an anti-Mystery trait. The power is obviously lower, but it suppresses a demon's regeneration and has much broader versatility. This will be useful.”
Akira nodded in satisfaction and returned his consciousness to his main body.
Nezuko's body slumped back onto the bed, and the main Akira opened his eyes.
Click, clack.
At that moment, Shinobu entered the room.
Having just finished her drug experiments, her body carried a faint scent of chemicals mixed with the sweet fragrance of Wisteria.
She looked back and forth between the collapsed Nezuko and Akira's satisfied expression, wearing a cold smile.
“Oh my, Master. Are you at it again? Is it this child this time? Honestly... your taste for 'raising' girls for yourself hasn't changed at all.”
At Shinobu's sarcasm, Akira shrugged his shoulders as if he were being wronged.
“'Raising' them? That's a misunderstanding, Shinobu. I swear, I don't have that kind of taste. I never raised you girls with such impure intentions. You girls were the ones who suddenly pounced on me. Strictly speaking, I'm the one who got 'reverse-conquered' by those I raised.”
Akira recalled the past when he had taken in the Kocho sisters, who had lost their parents, and raised them like daughters.
However, at some point, they began to see Akira not as a 'Daddy Long Legs' or a father figure, but as a man. In the end, they were the ones who made the sexual advances toward him.
“In the end, isn't it the same pattern as Kanao? You took Kanao in just because at first, too.”
Shinobu countered sulkily.
“I didn't know Kanao would grow up like that either. That child who was so obedient, her eyes change the moment night falls... No, her usual self is exactly like you. Maybe there's a problem with our household's education method.”
As Akira sighed, Shinobu walked over and sat on his lap, grinning.
“Then, in the end, won't this child, Nezuko, follow the same pattern? You enjoy this kind of play, Akira-san. A mass of perverted sexual desire who trains a girl to his own taste and liking. You raised me to your liking as well!”
Akira chuckled at Shinobu's playful insults and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I wonder. But you were destined to grow into a child-bearing build from the start, Shinobu.”
“Ugh! Wh-what are you talking about!”
At Akira's blunt remark, Shinobu's face turned as red as a ripe peach.
Her usual cool-headedness was nowhere to be found; she looked like a girl who didn't know what to do with her embarrassment.
“Chee... It's your fault for tempting me as easily as you breathe. Look just now, you're making that horny expression again.”
Shinobu murmured as she buried her face in Akira's chest.
“Haah... Every time I look at you, I keep having strange thoughts...”
“That's because your head is filled with demons of lust.”
“Uuu, so you hate it?”
“I like the lewd version of you, too. But sometimes, I miss the old, sharp-tongued Shinobu who was so wary of me.”
“I'll try my best... to restrain myself.”
“I certainly hope so, since you're our cute Shinobu.”
In that way, the keep of the Infinity Castle was being filled with the thick conversation and warmth of the corrupted lovers.
“PUT OUT THE FIRE FIRST, YOU MADMEN!!!”
Nobu was still burning from the exploding blood, and Akira nonchalantly told her to put it out with her own counter-fire.
It was a small revenge for her eating all the foreign snacks he had brought back the previous night.
Meanwhile, the streets of the Yoshiwara district were in a completely opposite state compared to the Infinity Castle.
The once-glamorous buildings were half-destroyed, with bloodstains and debris scattered across the ground. Only the cold night air hung over the ruins.
In the center of it all, Uzui Tengen sat on his knees in despair.
Approaching him was a man with different colored eyes—the Serpent Hashira, Obanai Iguro.
“So... you lost them. Not even an Upper Moon, but some unidentified group?”
Obanai's voice was sharp.
He was rebuking Tengen, but his eyes never stopped scanning the destroyed street with vigilance.
“If they're strong enough to leave you helpless... they are no ordinary monsters. They're nine-to-ten chances even more powerful than the Upper Moons.”
Obanai's words were cold but accurate.
Tengen clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.
“My wives... were taken. Right before my eyes...”
Just then, Nagao Kanao, the Flower Hashira, stepped out from behind Obanai.
She still wore a gentle smile, but her eyes were sunk in a cold depth.
“Uzui-san, Iguro-san. Wouldn't it be better to withdraw for now? Information is scarce, and the opponent's military strength is too great. Besides, Master Ubuyashiki requested that we not interfere with the Akatsuki Trading Company.”
Kanao's voice was soft, but the content of her words was clearly urging them to give up.
Her mission was to hinder the Demon Slayer Corps from bothering Akira and to dismantle them from within.
However, Tengen forced his stumbling body to stand up.
“Don't... make me laugh.”
Bloodvessels popped in Tengen's eyes.
“I can't just walk away. My wives... Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma are in their hands. I don't know what might be happening to them, and you want me to withdraw?”
Tengen gripped his two Nichirin Blades tightly once again.
“If permission isn't granted, I'll resign from the Demon Slayer Corps and go anyway. Even if I have to go alone, I will find their den and rescue my wives.”
This wasn't out of his responsibility as a Hashira. It was the desperate cry and determination of a husband.
“Stop this foolishness, Uzui.”
Obanai blocked Tengen's path.
“Going in your current state would just be throwing your life away. Be rational. No such permission will be given. Are you saying we should lose a Hashira for nothing in a situation like this?”
“Step aside, Iguro. Those are my wives.”
Tension crackled between Tengen and Obanai. Watching them, Kanao wore a strange smile and swallowed a mocking laugh internally.
'Rescue them? Fufu... You poor man.'
Kanao already knew. Tengen's wives were no longer in a state of wishing for rescue.
Soaked in the pleasures of the Dream Pavilion, they had come to love Akira far more than their husband, Tengen.
'Even if you go, the only thing you'll see is the gaze of your wives looking at you like an insect. But if you insist on going, I won't stop you. It will be your grave anyway. It would be a good thing for me if a nuisance to Father disappears. Should I just dispose of him secretly myself? Then... would I get praised by Father?'
Kanao feigned a worried expression as she quietly watched Tengen's back as he walked toward his destruction.
“Truly... how tragic, Uzui-san.”
Were her words consolation, or were they ridicule?
Into the darkness where not even moonlight reached, the story was sinking even deeper.
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