Chapter 125: Daily Life of the Night King -1-

At the time when Japan and the Demon Slayer Corps were in turmoil due to the many upheavals brought about by the Akatsuki Trading Company.

In the deepest part of the extradimensional Infinity Castle, Akira's private office was undergoing a transformation of a completely different nature.

The high-end ebony desk, which usually would have been covered in business reports from across the country, assassination lists, and strategic maps, had long since been pushed into a corner.

In its place, a plush Persian wool carpet had been laid out, and from the ceiling, a colorful mobile floated, defying gravity, playing a soft music box melody.

“Now, our Nezuko. Say 'Ah.' Ah~.”

Akira sat with a shrunken Nezuko on his lap, holding a gold spoon with the gentlest expression in the world.

What was on the spoon was no ordinary food.

It was a new product created by the Akatsuki Food Development Department: the Premium Blood Pudding, made by Benienma and infused with royal jelly.

It was the pinnacle of extravagance, perfectly recreating the essential nutrients and the taste of blood just for Nezuko.

“Aaah… Mmh!”

Nezuko fidgeted with the hem of her pink kimono and opened her mouth wide.

As the pudding entered her mouth, her blood-red eyes curved like crescent moons.

“Purrr~♪”

Nezuko snuggled into Akira's arms, making a satisfied sound in the back of her throat. It was like a kitten seeking its mother.

“Yes, yes. It’s delicious, right? My Nezuko, even the way you chew is so cute.”

Akira couldn't contain the overwhelming emotion as he stroked Nezuko’s head.

Though he was a cold-hearted entrepreneur and the ruler of the night, at this moment, he was just a doting father who had finally gained a young daughter.

In the past, the Kocho sisters had been too mature or wary for him to feel this way.

It was the same when he was raising Kanao, but now, he felt a bit complicated because he believed the current Kanao had grown up 'wrong' by his standards.

On the contrary, seeing a truly pure child after a long time caused a wave of soft, genuine paternal love to hit his heart.

At that moment, the office door burst open, and a hesitant voice drifted in.

“Excuse me… M-Master? I have something to report….”

It was Mukago. She had brought the results report from the Yakuza cleanup operation, but she stood agape at the scene before her.

The mighty Akira was feeding a demon girl pudding while talking in baby speak.

“We have successfully buried all the Yakuza from the Tokyo branch alive… and the collected funds have reached 120% of the target, but.”

As Mukago cautiously approached, Akira’s expression instantly turned cold and hardened.

The honey-dripping eyes that had been looking at Nezuko until a moment ago were gone, replaced by a look of contempt, as if he were staring at trash.

“Mukago. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of an important educational session?”

“Pardon? Education? It looks like you're just doting on her….”

“This is emotional development education. What would someone like you, who has never learned childcare, know? Though it's been decades for me as well. And you, don’t come too close. What if your miserable, cowardly energy rubs off on our Nezuko? What is the child supposed to learn from watching you?”

“That’s too much! I’m also a family member who's been with you for a long time and an executive of the company! Treating me like a germ!”

Mukago cried out in indignation. At that, Nezuko, sitting on his lap, tilted her head and reached out her hand toward Mukago.

“Uu?”

“Oh? Nezuko-chan, are you interested in me? Please let me hold her just once! She really is cute~!”

As Mukago reached out with a grin, Akira swiped her hand away and said firmly.

“Get lost, Mukago. I finally feel like I’ve found a real daughter. I’m not going to let this girl become corrupt like the Kocho kids or Kanao. Don’t get your grime on her.”

“Holding her won't make her corrupt!? And it’s not my fault they became corrupt! If you think about it, it was your doing, Master! Ugh. I’m leaving!”

Mukago ended up tossing the report onto the desk and ran off in tears.

But Akira didn't care and fixed his gaze back on Nezuko.

“There, the bad sister is gone. Let's do 'Ah' again.”

However, Mukago wasn't the only intruder. Through the crack in the office door, three pairs of eyes were burning with intensity.

“…….”

A vein popped on Shinobu's forehead. The fan she held was already half-crushed.

“Oh my. Was our Master such a kind person? When he was raising me, he would just give me a flick on the forehead, saying the angle of my sword swing was wrong.”

The smile on her lips was beautiful but terrifying.

“This is clear discrimination. Even that pudding… I was the one who designed the nutritional formula, wasn’t I? For me, he only gives bitter herbal medicine telling me to take care of my health, but for her, it’s sweet pudding? Ha, I can’t believe this.”

Shinobu glared at the bamboo muzzle Nezuko was playing with.

‘Hmph, a piece of bamboo like that. If it were the leather gag passed down from Akira-san, I could hold it in my mouth all night long. Does she want to challenge me? For a mere demon.’

“Uwaa… Akira-san is truly so kind….”

Rather than jealousy, Mitsuri was lost in excessive delusions. In her eyes, Akira had a halo shining behind his back.

“Those sturdy shoulders… that warm gaze looking at the child…! That is the perfect husband material! Kyaa! Nezuko-chan is so cute, too! Their hair styles look a bit similar; I wonder if I can adopt her as my daughter? Kyah~! I'm already looking forward to introducing them to my parents!”

Mitsuri covered her flushed cheeks with both hands.

Her heart was pounding far beyond its usual rate.

“I can’t stand it. I want to be treated like a baby like Nezuko, too! I might be bigger, but my heart is still a newborn!”

And so, the direction of her love became slightly distorted.

Kanao, who had stopped by the Infinity Castle to report on her mission, stood expressionless but had her hands clenched into tight fists.

‘……I’m jealous.’

Kanao had been taken in and raised by Akira, but her treatment was slightly different from Nezuko’s. After all, unlike Nezuko, who had the mental age of a toddler, Kanao was a teenager.

Of course, she was as happy as if she had the whole world when Akira stroked her head, but she had never rolled around with him in such a defenseless embrace.

They had rolled around in bed, but that was different from the feeling of a harmonious father and daughter.

‘That child… is special. Father… is smiling like a real dad.’

Kanao was viewing Nezuko as her rival.

“Now, Nezuko. This is a teddy bear that’s popular in the West. The fur is very soft, isn’t it?”

Just as Akira was entertaining her with the teddy bear.

Slide—!

The moment the door opened, purple butterflies fluttered in as if dancing.

“Oh my, Akira-san. It’s time for Miss Nezuko’s health check-up.”

Shinobu approached with a stethoscope around her neck, her gait seductive.

“Health check-up? She just ate; what are you talking about?”

“I have to rub her belly to make sure her digestion is good. And… I haven’t been feeling well myself lately.”

Shinobu naturally moved behind Akira, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering into his ear.

“If Master’s warm hand touches me, I think I’ll get better right away…. You’ll rub my belly too, won’t you?”

As her soft curves pressed against Akira’s back, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem, Shinobu. You shouldn’t say such things in front of a child.”

“Akira-saaaaaan!!”

Then, Mitsuri rushed in like a pink bullet. She flew in at a speed that suggested she was using Love Breathing and hugged Akira’s left arm.

“Me too! Praise me too! I finished the meeting perfectly this time, and I practiced my cooking hard! Stroke my head too! No, just give me a big hug!”

Mitsuri’s incredible grip strength and her voluptuous presence pressured Akira simultaneously.

“Wait, wait. Mitsuri, watch your strength….”

And finally, Kanao, who had approached silently, plopped down onto Akira’s right knee.

She didn't say anything. She just gripped Akira’s clothes tightly and blinked as she looked up at him.

Her gaze radiated an intense, silent pressure demanding to be stroked.

“Sigh… have you all taken some kind of drug together? Man~ I’m going to suffocate at this rate. But it wouldn't be a bad way to go.”

Just as Akira gave a light chuckle and made a small joke.

Knock, knock.

A very polite and elegant knocking sound was heard. It was a sound that carried a level of dignity completely different from the way Shinobu or Mitsuri had burst in.

But the moment they heard that sound, Shinobu’s shoulders twitched, and Kanao raised her head in tension.

“……Sister?”

The door slid open, and Kocho Kanae, with her long straight hair and butterfly ornament, entered.

She held a tray in both hands, which contained steaming high-grade black tea and snacks.

“My, my~ were you all gathered here? The office was so noisy I wondered what was going on.”

Kanae wore her characteristic saint-like smile, but an invisible, overwhelming aura of dominance was radiating from behind her.

“Shinobu? Kanao? Didn’t you tell me you were going to report on your missions? And here you were, hogging Akira-san for yourselves? Sister is a little bit sad.”

“A-Ah, no… Sister. That’s not it….”

Even the formidable Shinobu fidgeted like a puppy with its tail between its legs in front of her sister.

Kanae walked gracefully over, set the tray on the table, and turned her head toward Akira.

“The same goes for you, Master Akira. I know Nezuko is cute, but I’ll be quite hurt if you forget your first daughters.”

Kanae’s voice was as soft as a spring breeze, but her words had a sharp edge.

She was the first child Akira had taken in, and the first to harbor feelings for Akira both as a father and as a man.

Kanae naturally approached Akira. While Mitsuri and Shinobu occupied the sides and back, the front was empty.

“Now, Akira-san. Open your mouth. Ah~.”

Kanae picked up a glutinous rice cake from the snacks and brought it to Akira’s mouth.

“Eh? Oh, umm….”

When Akira reflexively opened his mouth, Kanae popped the rice cake in and gave a bright smile as she wiped the powder from his lips with her finger.

And then, she brought that finger to her own mouth and gave it a suck.

“Hehe, it’s sweet.”

““!!??””

Mitsuri and Shinobu’s eyes went wide. Natural physical contact and seductiveness.

As expected, experience (?) was something that could not be ignored.

“And Nezuko?”

Kanae met the eyes of Nezuko, who was in Akira’s arms.

As Nezuko blinked up at her, Kanae gave her cheek a light poke.

“You are quite cute. But please remember, sister here has the largest share of Akira-san’s lap? Consider how many years I’ve spent sleeping on these knees.”

Kanae then knelt down on the floor and leaned her face against Akira’s thigh.

It was such a comfortable and familiar position, as if it were her reserved seat.

“Phew… Akira-san’s scent is so stabilizing after all. I had a lot of headaches today because of company work. Let me recharge for a moment.”

With this, Akira was completely surrounded.

On his left arm: Mitsuri, the Incarnation of Love (In charge of physical pressure).

Behind his back: Shinobu, the Seductive Little Devil (In charge of close-quarters marking).

On his right knee: Kanao, the Silent Protester (In charge of obsession).

On his front thigh: Kanae, the Elegant Ruler (In charge of main-wife presence).

In his arms: Nezuko, the Innocent Princess (The cause of all this?).

“This… I can’t move an inch.”

Akira pretended to be troubled, but the smile on his lips couldn’t be hidden.

For him, who dealt with the troublesome affairs of the outside society, this noisy and warm heat was a salvation that couldn’t be replaced by anything else.

“Alright, you all worked hard. Let’s just stay like this today.”

As Akira gently stroked Kanae’s hair, she closed her eyes and exhaled a happy breath.

“Yes, Master Akira. …I love you.”

At Kanae’s quiet confession, Shinobu shouted as if she couldn't lose.

“Me too! I love you more!”

“No fair! Me too! I love you too, Akira-san!”

Mitsuri shouted so as not to be outdone, and Kanao silently turned red while gripping Akira’s clothes tighter.

Nezuko laughed brightly as if their shouting was funny and rubbed her head against Akira.

Infinity Castle.

This place, called the castle without an end, was now being filled with the endless love of Akira and the women who loved him.

Outside, the cold-hearted king of capital was swallowing the world, but inside, a doting father and a man of many loves was screaming with happiness, buried in a field of flowers. It was the strangest and most beautiful night of 1913.

“Should we join them or not?”

“Leave them be. They’re at a cute level anyway, aren't they?”

Kiyohime and Tamamo, the true main-wife lineup, took a peek and left them alone, finding the others cute.

After all, when it came to sharing intimate nights, they were overwhelmingly superior.

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