Demon Progenitor Development Project

"A doctor?" Yoriichi seemed thoughtful. Being a doctor was a good idea; he never liked beating others.

"Do you have a wife?" Shugo asked, looking at the various items the other person had purchased, and concluded that the other person was not single.

"Yes, my wife is fine." Yuan only said this one sentence and then stopped talking.

It's true that I have to push you to move, so where is your initiative?

Shugo asked a few more questions, and Yoriichi, without any reservations, praised his wife, saying how gentle and virtuous Shi was...

Hiiragi felt a pang of sadness. How come other people's wives were so normal, but his was a yandere?

"My wife and I had a fight," Shugo complained, his voice full of frustration.

Yuan's expression changed immediately. How could a husband argue with his wife?

Shugo was stared at with the same look he'd given a scumbag: "Hey!"

"I have a reason. My wife is too clingy! What kind of wife stays by her husband's side almost every second of the day?" Shugo slammed his fist on the table in despair.

The wine glass lost its footing and rolled straight to the ground with a clatter.

"I also have things I don't want her to know. At least let me be alone for a while."

"Your wife is with you because she likes you." Yoriichi didn't understand Shuuga's feelings and instead thought that Shuuga's wife cared about him a lot.

"No, she also restricts me from knowing and talking to other people! All the friends I knew before have been driven away by her! She wants me to only talk to her and only see her!" Shugo picked up his wine glass with a troubled expression.

A patron eavesdropping nearby thought: ...What a shrew and jealous woman!

How could anyone marry a woman like that!

“...Your wife loves you very much,” Yoriichi said earnestly.

Sober drinker: ...Hey? Is there something wrong with this red-haired guy? If this woman were in his house, he would have taught her a lesson long ago!

“I think so too. I had an accident before and almost didn’t make it through. She’s been taking care of me ever since. I know she’s very worried, but I’ve been by her side for a year now, and she’s still not at ease.” After agreeing, Shugo added his own opinion.

Shugo complained, "I really don't know what else I can do? She wanted a gift, and I made it, but she always feels like I'm either going to run away or die in some corner she can't see."

Yoriichi spoke bluntly: "You're too weak! It shows you can't put your wife at ease."

Customer: Good heavens! Shocking! There are actually men here who listen to their wives!

Go against Tiangang!

Women should just serve men properly, not take charge of the household!

"...You really know how to talk. Has anyone ever hit you or disliked you before?" Shugo's lips twitched as he squinted at the red-haired man in front of him.

"No, I wasn't disliked." Speaking only the truth, Yoriichi thought of her mother, brother, and Shi, and said firmly.

As for one's biological father, what is that?!

Yoriichi naturally ignored him.

(Katsumi Tsugikuni, who is still the ruler of the country and is currently a human, expressed his disagreement.)

The drunkard, his cheeks flushed, staggered over, clutching his wine glass. He slapped Shugo on the shoulder and said in a drunken slur.

"Brother, women are like horses. If you whip them a few more times and make them hurt, they'll become obedient. Hiccup, women deserve to be beaten."

Shugo, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, simply couldn't stand it.

With a loud crash, the drunkard pressed his face against the ground and gave Mother Earth a deep kiss.

This heavy blow was too much for the drunkard to bear, and he vomited a large amount on the spot, emitting a disgusting and foul smell.

Shugo's expression became even uglier.

"Yoriichi-kun, how about we continue somewhere else?"

Yoriichi shook his head.

"I should go home now; the poetry gathering is getting impatient."

The two looked at each other and confirmed that they were kindred spirits and both loved their wives dearly.

"It seems I have no choice but to take my leave."

*

Ren Guang was also looking for someone to complain to and confide his troubles to.

Of course, the person in question didn't see it that way; he believed he was there to discuss solutions with someone.

Musashi Province, a remote and sparsely populated place.

"Damn it, Ubuyashiki Tsukihiko is a bastard! I knew that kid was a wolf in sheep's clothing!" Jinguang's sharp roar echoed throughout the magnificent garden.

Princess Kisaragi, dressed in a gorgeous gown, her breasts half-exposed, her clothes half-undone, her head nodding slightly, had an expression that suggested she was half-asleep.

Anyone who listens to Renguang complain about the same things for days on end will feel drowsy.

"No! We have to find a way to help Lord Hiiragi regain his memories!" Jin Guang shouted angrily, still full of energy.

"Then what's your plan?" Kisaragi asked abruptly, her face languid.

"You've already been sent back by Lord Muzan, what else can you do? All the demons are controlled by Lord Muzan, we have no freedom of action or thought, what room do you have to resist?"

Princess Kisaragi sneered.

Ren Guang, who had been forced to walk hundreds of kilometers under Muzan's control, turned green with rage.

"You are Lord Shugo's lawfully wedded wife! Shouldn't you reclaim your position and drive that Tsukihiko away?"

Ren Guang suddenly looked up at Ru Yue Ji.

"Hmph! Don't try to fool me! You just want the power I have and my assistance!"

Kisaragi-hime gave a sarcastic smile; she didn't believe that Hitoshi was unaware of Fujiwara no Shugo's attitude towards her back then.

Do you know how hard it was for me to survive that bastard Muzan?

—I'm not going to my death!

Princess Tsuki resolutely rejected this rebellion, which had no chance of success even at one percent.

And who told you I liked being Mrs. Fujiwara?

This was simply the best option she could have made at the time.

She, Princess Kisaragi, had absolutely no romantic feelings for Fujiwara no Shugo, that clueless scoundrel!

Otherwise, she would have been killed by Muzan, that man driven mad by jealousy, long ago.

Kisaragi-hime rolled her eyes in a very inelegant way.

"Get out of here!"

Ren Guang looked embarrassed; he had indeed come to seek help.

Princess Kisaragi's political acumen, honed from her past as a royal princess, and her political skills enabled her to build considerable influence in the chaotic Warring States period.

Ren Guang has been focused on making money in recent years, and his gold and silver mountains are almost empty.

But they have no power.

Or rather, there isn't a single one who can fight.

"Stop making trouble," Princess Kisaragi said bluntly.

"How happy we are now!"

Kisaragi got up, stretched, and revealed her beautiful figure. Her skin was so white it was dazzling, and her clothes were so revealing that she looked like a woman from a red-light district. If anyone saw her, they would call her immoral.

No one here dares to criticize Princess Kisaragi, the ruler of Musashi Province.

"With immortality and the power to decide the life and death of others, isn't that enough to make you happy?" Princess Ruyue stroked her delicate face, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of years, and smiled foolishly.

Princess Kisaragi was quite pleased with the idea of ​​turning into a demon.

She was no longer powerless; she could change her own destiny, say no to people she disliked, and do whatever she wanted—there was nothing happier than that.

cost?

They're just cannibals; who cares about those lowly people?

In the end, Ren Guang left with a livid face, and the two parted on bad terms.