Demon Progenitor Development Project

Hiiragi wants Fu Falcon to be useful.

Shugo plans to establish a tight-knit organization for demons, and he hopes that Fubukatsu will teach his techniques to the other demons.

When Fu Jun was alive, he was an experienced old hunter.

When Muzan first met him, he was being wanted by the first wealthy merchant.

When his wife and children fell ill, he went to see a doctor and learned that there was a shortage of medicine. After someone delivered the medicine, the wealthy merchant raised the price on the spot, making it extremely expensive.

Fu Jun had worked tirelessly to hunt, collect pelts and medicinal herbs to exchange for money, which was how he managed to get two doses of medicine.

But it was too late; it was all for naught.

So Fu Jun went and killed the wealthy merchant.

It was easy to kill.

The samurai hired by the wealthy merchant were too stupid.

When hunting in the mountains, he was outmatched by wolves and black bears, yet he still managed to defeat them, skin them, and sell the hides for money.

Lure the prey, set a trap...

The man was successfully killed, but as a result, Fu Jun was wanted and hunted down by all sides.

After a chase, his pet sparrowhawk was shot and killed. After Fubuki fell to the ground with serious injuries, it was an unusually heavy snowfall that night. He was about to freeze to death when he encountered Muzan Kibutsuji.

The rest of the story is unnecessary to recount.

As a hunter, Fu Jun is skilled in tracking, setting traps, taming animals, and is also proficient in wilderness survival. After being hunted down, he was forced to master skills such as disguise and camouflage, which are obviously very useful.

Without a second thought, Fu Jun quickly agreed and fled the warm carriage. He couldn't stand Muzan's gloomy gaze piercing his back!

Coming to his senses, Fusun recalled what the snowman had said. So... Lord Muzan isn't planning to let them roam free?

Fu Jun scratched his head and lay down, knowing he couldn't resist anyway.

So be it!

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Shugo: "Where are we going now?"

Muzan: "Izumi Castle. I've heard there's a good female doctor there, and I'm going to take you there to see her."

It would take a long time to reach the island where Jin Guang was. Muzan didn't like to sit idly by and wait for death, so he gathered information on a group of doctors and prepared to take Shugo there to see them.

If you don't like it, just eat it!

"It's only natural that the notorious patient who caused trouble at a hospital thought to himself."

Quanyong City, a city famous for its hot springs.

Shugo's eyes lit up. "Let's go soak in the hot springs."

Muzan nodded in agreement; soaking in a hot spring in winter would be a nice treat.

"And this will not happen again." Muzan said in a chilling tone, emphasizing it again, his gaze fixed on Shugo like a vengeful ghost.

Shugo spoke sincerely, stepping forward to hug Muzan and nuzzling his cheek: "I'm sorry for making you worry. It won't happen again."

Muzan's expression softened slightly.

As the journey continued, seemingly realizing he had done something wrong, Shugo became exceptionally gentle and considerate, showing great concern and attentiveness to Muzan.

The two ghosts turned into conjoined twins again.

The convoy did not travel during the day and it took them quite a while to reach Quanyong City.

The city of Quanyong, covered in snow, looks like a peerless beauty draped in a snow-white veil, standing gracefully on the earth, as beautiful as a snow city in a dream.

This city welcomes all kinds of travelers year-round, and its buildings are exceptionally beautiful and well-organized.

(In ancient times, those who could travel were never ordinary people, but either the rich or the powerful.)

Whether it's the quaint shops lining the streets or the towering buildings reaching into the clouds, every detail has been meticulously crafted and arranged, showcasing the unique charm and style of this city.

The ordinary people walking on the street looked energetic and had enough to eat and wear; they were definitely living a good life.

Muzan chose a high-end hot spring inn and leisurely moved in with his group of demons.

This hot spring is very nice.

Shugo happily went to soak in the hot spring, feeling the warm water and feeling quite comfortable. He even tried cooking hot spring eggs.

Even though he can't eat it.

Muzan remained calm, unlike Shugo who was excited upon first meeting him. He wasn't particularly interested in the hot spring, but he was very interested in Shugo.

When soaking in a hot spring, it's natural to be completely open and honest.

Shugo's physique is exactly the same as it was back then; he hasn't changed at all even after lying there for five hundred years.

Water droplets slid down her shoulder blades, past her broad chest muscles, across her pale pink berries, and into the water, creating a scene of undeniable sensuality.

Muzan stared at the water droplets falling, also looking at that beautiful and powerful body.

Shugo felt a little scared as he was stared at with intense gazes.

Shugo: I have this feeling that Nene looks like she wants to eat me up.

Even though Shugo realized something, Muzan didn't restrain himself at all. He gracefully picked up the small wine glass on the tray, his slender hand brushing aside his hair. The blue veins on his fair arm made him appear even more delicate.

Muzan took a sip of wine.

This is a special Xueyu wine supplied by the hotel. It is expensive, and naturally, it offers a taste experience that matches its high price.

This amount of wine was certainly not enough to get Muzan drunk, but he couldn't resist wanting to get drunk.

The black-haired beauty styled her hair into a cloud-like bun, and cleverly let some sideburns fall around her ears, making her look even more beautiful.

The rising steam warmed the pale skin, giving the ghost before them a touch of life.

Her lashes, like raven feathers, were glistening with moisture, her eyes were reddish at the corners, her face was rosy, and her lips were moistened with wine, making her look incredibly inviting.

His eyes were glazed over.

The hot spring steamed up, enveloping the room like a fairyland.

With the addition of a soft, hazy filter, the beauty becomes even more vibrant and alluring.

A beauty overload!

Shugo was stunned. When he came to his senses, he swam over and asked, "Nene, are you alright?"

Was drunk?

Shouldn't it?

It's a ghost, after all!

Shugo waved his hand in front of Muzan's eyes.

The next second, the water surged.

Shugo was dragged directly into the water by Muzan.

Muzan grabbed Shugo's wrist, pressed him down to kiss him, and his thigh was forced open by his knee, getting stuck in the gap.

Shugo was still dazed, his pale lips being bitten.

This was not a kiss at all, but a beastly bite.

The mouth was forcibly opened, and the walls of the cavity were roughly licked, as if to scrape off a layer of flesh.

Muzan vented all the frustration he had accumulated over the past few days, his scarlet pupils contracting and shrinking like snakes, clearly showing that he was extremely excited.

His sticky gaze was fixed on Shugo like a snake coiling around its prey.

Startled, Shugo instinctively tried to back away.

The hot spring pool wasn't very deep.

But now that the two demons are lying at the bottom of the hot spring, whispering sweet nothings to each other, Shugo has nowhere to retreat.

His wife had always been so elegant, gentle, and charming. What was this beast that wanted to devour him?

Hiiragi screamed inwardly when he saw his wife's true face for the first time.

[Original owner, how did you manage to tolerate a wife like that?!]

——Irrelevant to the main text——

Shugo, his cheeks flushed from the kiss, tugged at his belt: Wait! I... I can't use this!

Muzan, who can be both male and female: It's okay if I can't use it, as long as mine works.