Demon Progenitor Development Project

After finishing up the matter with Kisaragi-hime, Shugo used the Infinity Castle to personally visit the Fujiwara Kita family, as he wanted to confirm some things.

"Tear—" The sound of the door opening, so faint it was almost imperceptible, was like a ghost in the dark night, accompanied by a chilling gust of wind, as it quietly entered the Fujiwara family patriarch's bedroom.

The head of the Fujiwara family was sound asleep when the sudden noise startled him awake.

Time has left its deep marks on him; now he has entered old age and his body is no longer as strong as it once was.

In addition, his busy and arduous political affairs made his sleep extremely light, even when he fell asleep.

One by one, candles were lit. The orange candlelight gradually dispelled the darkness, and a faint light slowly filled the room.

The eerily handsome man, dressed entirely in snow-white, introduced himself as the mastermind behind the Evergreen Chamber of Commerce.

Jinguang, who had fallen behind and stood still, caught the attention of the head of the Fujiwara family.

"I would like to know about the recent situation of the Fujiwara family."

Hiraga got straight to the point, unwilling to waste time.

“Toyotomi Hideyoshi has been suppressing us recently. The Emperor and the Imperial Court have long lost their power. We are just barely maintaining our status as a nation.”

The head of the Fujiwara family remained silent for a moment, assessed the situation, and then gave an overview of the Fujiwara family's current situation.

"Besides Toyotomi, are there any other families that suddenly became enemies? Like the Evergreen Trading Company?"

"Yes, Nohara, Ichijo..."

Looking at the old face of the Fujiwara clan head, Shugo couldn't see any resemblance between him and himself.

"Toyotomi Hideyoshi will die, go support the Tokugawa clan."

Hiiragi said coldly.

“You don’t seem surprised.” Shugo gazed at the aged-looking head of the Fujiwara family.

"How can I become like you? I want to live."

Sensing Shugo's decisive and straightforward nature, the head of the Fujiwara family also made this request directly.

"Your greatest value is your identity, which you will no longer possess after you become a ghost."

Shugo remained unmoved by the old man's eager and fervent expression, and instead spoke to Jinko.

"Renguang, don't be too sentimental."

The Fujiwara family is not the same as Fujiwara Shugo.

This clearly shows that Renguang revealed some flaw, which led the Fujiwara family head to make this request.

Ren Guang lowered his head awkwardly.

"Becoming a ghost, eating people and fearing light, can you accept that?"

The head of the Fujiwara family nodded without hesitation.

Cannibalism, what kind of price is that?

Those nobles have always been cannibals, only in a more civilized and elegant way.

Being photophobic is a bit of a hassle, but there's still the night, isn't there?

"Make the Tokugawa family the masters of the shogunate, and you will be able to become a demon."

After saying that, Hiiragi left immediately.

"Ren Guang, go investigate those families he just mentioned, and follow the trail to catch that rat."

Hiiragi gave the order in a cold, sinister voice.

"Yes."

When Shugo returned to the Infinity Castle, Muzan pounced on him, looking utterly wronged.

Why didn't you take me with you!

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They had already taken me along before.

When Muzan killed Hime, he laughed with extreme joy.

Killing your rival in love, with whom you once had a legitimate relationship, is incredibly satisfying!

Shugo hugged the silly child who had jumped into his arms and poked the carefree cat.

Silly cat, a bunch of people outside are plotting to kill you.

Muzan hugged Shugo's neck tightly.

Shugo is most easily softened by someone like him.

When he was sleeping, he pretended to be aggrieved and said he was scared, so Shugo tacitly stopped him from turning into a cat and even allowed him to hug him.

Even the goodnight kisses we used to give are gone!

Shugo, worried about Muzan's life, made a painful decision.

"From now on, your training will be doubled."

"!!"

This amount is already quite large!

Muzan wailed inwardly.

Muzan didn't want to train. His eyes darted around, and the next second, the adorable cat-eared boy looked at Shuugo with a cute and sweet voice, like a fragrant fruit squeezing out sweet juice, so sweet that it made people's hearts tremble.

"Shūgo, I don't want to meow."

As it spoke, its nimble cat ears twitched, making it look exceptionally cute.

Muzan, without any instruction, mastered the secrets of the beast-eared boy, his black cat ears rubbing against Shugo's cheek.

Shugo instinctively pressed down, the wonderfully fluffy texture feeling exceptionally pleasant.

Suddenly, a furry sensation flashed across the back of Shugo's hand.

Hiiragi's back stiffened.

Could it be...

The fluffy cat tail waved in the air, and then, with a particularly clever move, pretended to accidentally hit Shugo's arm, causing a burst of excitement.

Shugo tightened his face, silently reciting the calming mantra to resist the terrible temptation.

Even worse, when the black cat's tail saw that he didn't react, it wrapped itself around his pale arm, pressing it tightly against him and gently rubbing against it.

Crit!

Shugo is completely captivated by the charm of cat-eared boys and cannot extricate himself.

Oh oh oh!

Muzan, he really understands things too well!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Muzan's ability to mimic is perfect for lewd things; he can be male or female, a young girl or boy, a teenager or a mature woman, with animal ears, a spiked whip...

The author left behind some yellowish drool? (?﹃??)