Demon Progenitor Development Project

Since Xiaomei grew up, people would strike up conversations with her whenever she walked down the street, and she was never short of food and drink. The lives of the two siblings became better and better.

For Gyutaro, the shadows of his past life have completely dissipated, as has his sense of inferiority.

"What the hell!" Thirteen-year-old Mei walked angrily down the dirty street, ignoring the men who tried to pick her up. Gyutaro was like a silent shadow, not far behind Mei.

A distance far enough that people wouldn't mistake them for being together, but still enough for him to provide timely support.

What do you mean you want me to leave my brother's life?!

My brother is so stupid!

We promised to stay together forever!

*

Two years ago, on a snowy winter night.

It snowed heavily that day, and business was bad throughout the red-light district. Gyutaro had to work overtime, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bring back enough food and clothes to survive the winter.

Therefore, it was very late when Gyutaro returned, and it was already completely dark.

It was dark all around; how could poor people possibly light lamps at night? It would be such a waste of oil!

Gyutaro walked along the familiar streets, guided by his memory, until he reached his own front door. Just as he was about to open it, the dilapidated wooden door opened by itself.

"Brother!" The little figure ran straight into Gyutaro's arms.

After catching his sister, Gyutaro quickly closed the door and led her into the warm house.

After finding the blanket and wrapping Xiaomei, whose hands and feet were already freezing cold, Gyutaro said to Xiaomei seriously, "Don't do this again. Wait for me to come in by myself. It's not safe for you to be like this."

Gyutaro was illiterate and could only barely express himself.

Xiaomei didn't pay any attention. The little girl, who was always pampered by her brother, pouted and said, "I'm waiting for you!"

For Kome, Gyutaro is her older brother, a vital pillar supporting her world, and a guiding flag.

Xiaomei naturally learned Gyutaro's principle: strike first before being plundered by others.

"Don't worry, if there's a bad guy, I'll poke him with this first!" Xiaomei said with a grin, taking out a wooden hairpin that had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point.

This was given to Koume by Gyutaro.

Gyutaro thought his beautiful sister should wear jewelry, but he couldn't afford expensive gold and silver jewelry, so he made one himself out of wood.

Gyutaro felt a warmth in his heart. He held back his feelings and didn't say anything. He took out the still-warm food he had been carrying in his pocket and shared it with Koume.

Xiaomei was also very hungry.

Her mother didn't care whether she lived or died, leaving everything to Gyutaro, just as she had said before.

Xiaomei happily ate her hot food, her face covered in food crumbs.

Gifutaro clumsily wiped his sister's face, and after they finished eating, the two of them prepared to go to sleep.

“Xiaomei…” Gyutaro hesitated.

He didn't want to sleep with Xiaomei, but there was only one thick quilt.

After running around outside all day, I'm covered in sweat and stench. In winter, I can't just jump into the river to bathe; I'd get sick.

Xiaomei is cozy and comfortable at home; she shouldn't be with him.

Xiaomei, however, said, "No!"

She forcefully squeezed into her brother's bed, and the two siblings lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of wind and snow outside the window.

"Hey, brother, let's pinky swear." Xiaomei rolled over and took her brother's hand.

"We made a promise, we'll be together forever."

After a moment of silence, Gyutaro still held his sister's hand earnestly, thinking that Mei would definitely regret it.

"A liar will swallow a thousand needles," Xiaomei said very seriously when they made their pinky promise.

*

Mei returned home in a huff, and after Gyutaro gave her a few instructions, he hurried off to work.

He wasn't a wealthy man with much free time.

"I've said it before, I don't care!"

"I won't play with him if he says things like that. Anyway, there are plenty of other people who want to play with me!"

"If I smile, someone will give me something delicious!"

Xiao Mei, pacing back and forth, pouted and said angrily.

Just then, a madam knocked on Xiaomei's door; she had been eyeing Xiaomei for a long time.

One of her clients liked young girls like Xiaomei.

If it weren't for the vicious dog Gyutaro guarding the place, many flower shops would have already snatched away this good prospect, Komei.

Those large flower houses raise their top flowers from a young age, teaching them music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, cultivating them as a source of income.

The madam sighed inwardly, her face covered in white powder as she used various seductive words to entice Xiaomei.

Xiaomei is indeed getting on in years.

Women in the Youguo area at this age are not without clients.

Xiaomei agreed to the deal and went with the madam.

However, this guest had many quirks. Not only did he have a liking for young girls, but he also enjoyed verbally abusing others.

The guest was a samurai with a ridiculous chonmage hairstyle. His rough hands caressed Komei's smooth skin, and his greedy, snake-like eyes lingered on Komei.

Xiaomei closed her eyes uncomfortably, refusing to look at the samurai she disliked.

Is this how the business of soliciting customers works?

So sad.

Why didn't her "friends" mention this?

Even Xiaomei, who was serving customers for the first time, knew that she couldn't offend them.