Demon Progenitor Development Project

Muzan entered the carriage, sat down next to the dressing mirror, and began to remove the jewelry from his head.

A paler hand grasped a hairpin and slowly pulled it out. Hiiragi removed her jewelry one piece at a time.

The dressing table was covered with jewelry.

Shugo removed the last earring, muttering to himself.

Women are terrifying; they can wear such heavy jewelry and still not break their necks.

However, his wife cannot be treated as an ordinary woman.

Muzan leaned back lazily in the high-backed chair, enjoying Shugo's service.

The jade comb traversed the black forest.

His wife had thick, ebony-black hair with curled, wavy ends.

Pale fingers ran through soft black hair.

The hair is also very soft.

Shugo patiently performed the mechanical sorting work while letting his thoughts wander.

Muzan was also thinking about that red-haired man named Yoriichi.

Although Muzan and Shuuga are temporarily separated, he has not given up listening to Shuuga's thoughts.

Muzan felt like something was familiar, like a strange sense of déjà vu.

After thinking for a long time without being able to remember anything, Muzan figured it wasn't anything important, so he gave up and comfortably soaked himself in the bathtub.

"What are you looking at! Come here right now!" The wife took it for granted that she could order her husband around as her free labor.

Hiiragi: Toothache

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Shugo hesitated for a long time without making a move.

They haven't reached that point of being that open with each other yet, have they?

"What's wrong! Come here quickly."

Shugo moved with small, hesitant steps, looking just like a shy young wife.

Hiiragi: Constantly annoyed by his wife's daring.

Shugo carefully used the soap to touch his wife's fair and delicate skin, which was full of collagen, making any woman envious. Water droplets slid down, revealing an alluring glow.

Shugo, who has lustful desires but no means to fulfill them: ...When will this sweet, painful torment finally end?

*

The sisters, who had been groomed and finally looked like real people, whispered to each other in their hearts.

Gardenia and Sakura felt only relief.

I'm glad I was able to become a ghost.

The meal they just had with the chef was the first time they had ever eaten their fill.

[Sister, my tummy is so full, I'm so happy!]

The younger sister thought to herself, a big smile spreading across her face.

Only those who have experienced hunger can understand the agonizing feeling of stomach acid slowly burning the stomach lining; it's a feeling that makes you want to die.

【Um】

The older sister is rather quiet and doesn't talk much. She protects her younger sister from the wind and rain, and is more cautious and careful, and also more prone to overthinking.

Stop constantly talking about Lord Muzan.

The older sister said something cautiously.

[Muzan-sama is so kind! We bumped into her, and she didn't punish us. We can even become demons. This is wonderful!]

The younger sister said with particular happiness.

[And there are also some nice new clothes]

It is girls’ nature to love beauty.

Sakura, the younger sister, wandered around, touching the soft fabric of her new clothes, her face full of excitement.

I have never worn such nice clothes before.

The composed older sister, Zhi Zi, also liked it, but she didn't express it so obviously.

[Muzan-sama is truly a good person]

Identification is completed.

The two sisters reached a consensus that was not accepted by others.

*

After leaving Kono Castle, Muzan and Shugo traveled to many other cities and saw many different landscapes.

The convoy arrived at Nara Castle.

Nara Castle is a large and bustling city with numerous teahouses, stalls selling all sorts of goods, and of course, its signature geisha district.

Hiiragi and the others arrived just in time; the Oiran Tournament was about to take place here.

Having never seen a courtesan before, Shugo was eager to go and see for himself. As expected, his wife got angry when he asked to see the so-called courtesan.

"I was just curious," Shugo soothed his wife gently.

"What are you curious about? Are you curious about whether that courtesan is pretty or not?" Muzan glared at Shuugo, who was obsessed with looks, with his crimson eyes.

He had long since discovered that Shugo simply liked good-looking people, regardless of gender, as long as they were pleasing to the eye.

Ren Guang, Ru Yue Ji, and him—none of them were ugly; they were all beauties of different styles.

“Nene is the prettiest.” Shuugo softened his tone.

"You're comparing me to that courtesan?" His wife was even more displeased.

His wife, who came from a distinguished family, was indeed incomparable to the courtesan, who came from a poor family and appeared glamorous on the surface but was actually just a plaything. It felt like an insult to his wife.

Hiiragi rubbed his forehead, realizing he had said the wrong thing again.

Shugo forced a pitiful expression: "I just wanted to see if the courtesan was really like the rumors. Did I tell you? I wasn't planning to go secretly."

"Hmph! Just this once!" Muzan thought resentfully.

Since they still had some time before reaching the Oiran Road, Shugo and Muzan went to a teahouse to rest for the time being.

This teahouse is relatively expensive and has few customers.

A woman in a kimono holding a pipa is performing on stage, her hands trembling almost imperceptibly as she plucks the strings.

The melodious sound of the pipa echoed slowly.

The guests were talking in hushed tones.

A regular customer at the teahouse said, "Ah-Xian's skills have improved quite a bit lately, haven't they?"

"It's probably because Ah-Xian's husband has gone missing," a regular customer who knew Ah-Xian casually guessed.

“Ah-Xian’s husband is no good. He’s a gambling addict who’s disappeared. Ah-Xian should be happy.”

The guests discussed this matter extensively.

"Missing?"

"They just can't find him. Maybe he ran away because he couldn't pay his gambling debts!"

"Who knows, maybe Ah-Xian did it! Hahaha!"

Ah-Xian, whose mind was blank, also heard these words. His fingers became more and more stiff and trembled more and more violently, but the tone of the pipa became better and better.

Shugo was still coaxing his wife in a low voice, holding her arm and whispering sweet nothings to her, looking like a loving couple.

Ah-Xian's gaze lingered for a moment before moving on.

After finishing his performance, Ah-Hsien went backstage, took off his kimono, and handed it to the teahouse owner. The owner checked the kimono to make sure it wasn't damaged before giving Ah-Hsien his payment for the day.

Ah-hsien's kimono used for performances had long been pawned by her husband as gambling money. If it weren't for the boss providing clothes, Ah-hsien would have to perform in tattered clothes.

Ah-Xian returned to her poor, dilapidated home with the money and her pipa.

The door is open.

No thief would ever bother this bare house.

Ah-Xian walked into the house numbly and quietly, put away her beloved pipa, took out a bloodstained hammer from the box, looked at it for a long time, and then a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

Meanwhile, several samurai dressed in identical uniforms were walking rapidly toward Nara Castle.

The crows cawed loudly: "Nara Castle, murder at night, southeast!"

Leading the group was Shuizhu Qingchuan, and the people behind him were his stepsons.

The young people following behind all had excited expressions on their faces.

This is their first time killing a demon since they graduated!

Young people are eager to achieve brilliant results, completely unaware that they are about to be brutally beaten by society.