Additional Chapter!
Thank this people (for smashing that three stones in this story) for this additional chapter to ITZ_RIZEE, Sayanakenji, ShadowBlade328, and cead_vin, for making this extra chapter possible.
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The Ubuyashiki family, the head of the Demon Slayer Corps, was likely the most enticing bait in the world for Muzan Kibutsuji, aside from the Blue Spider Lily.
"No way!"
Pairs of anxious eyes fell upon Ubuyashiki Kagaya, and the Hashira unanimously voiced their objections.
"Lord, this is far too dangerous for you!" Shinazugawa Sanemi's scarred face was filled with urgency.
"Ahh…" The burly man clasped his hands together, tears streaming down his face, his voice mournful. "Even if it's the Lord's proposal, I cannot agree."
"I also splendidly oppose!" Uzui Tengen's head, adorned with diamonds, reflected the sunlight.
"I cannot support this." Iguro Obanai furrowed his brow.
Possessing both leadership qualities and a broad-minded heart, speaking in a calm and gentle manner, treating others with great courtesy, his voice and movements soothing to others—these were Ubuyashiki Kagaya's surface-level strengths.
He had interacted with each of the Hashira upon their joining the Demon Slayer Corps, and even the most rough-mannered Shinazugawa Sanemi trusted and respected him from the bottom of his heart, even regarding him as a father figure.
Shiraki acknowledged Ubuyashiki Kagaya's charisma; remembering the life stories of every fallen Demon Slayer was something the scummy boss could never achieve, even in ten thousand years.
Plagued by illness, his body frail, unable to even swing a sword ten times.
Such an Ubuyashiki Kagaya would be as fragile as paper before Muzan!
Based on the intelligence Shiraki shared, no one was confident they could protect the Lord in front of an Upper Rank, let alone the Demon King Muzan.
If they used high-explosive grenades, the first to be blown up wouldn't be the Upper Rank demons but Ubuyashiki Kagaya himself.
Essentially, as soon as Muzan saw Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the latter's fate would be sealed—death!
"Everyone…" Ubuyashiki Kagaya wore a warm smile. "You all know how much tragedy and suffering demons have caused. If I can use this worthless, frail body of mine to gain a chance to eliminate Muzan, I would smile happily even in the underworld."
This was the goal the Ubuyashiki family had strived for over a millennium!
"Using bait to catch a fish—if it succeeds, I would gladly accept it." His calm voice carried an undeniable resolve.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya frowned slightly. "What worries me is that I alone may not be enough to make Muzan Kibutsuji personally take action."
"Don't underestimate yourself. Just as you are obsessed with Muzan, facing the head of the Demon Slayer Corps who has hunted him for a thousand years, I think even Muzan would want to kill you with his own hands."
Shiraki consoled him, ignoring Shinazugawa Sanemi's fierce glare.
In the manga, Ubuyashiki Kagaya used himself as bait, attempting to severely injure Muzan with explosives, even at the cost of his wife and children's lives.
But the manga was just a manga. After Kanae came into contact with the mysterious space, the entire world deviated from its original path.
Especially since Muzan had watched the livestream of Douma's modern firepower experience, the likelihood of him taking action personally was even slimmer.
"To be safe, let's add the intelligence about the Blue Spider Lily."
"What do you mean, Lord Shiraki…?" Ubuyashiki Kagaya was slightly taken aback, turning to look at Shiraki.
"Simple, we'll put on a show for Muzan." Shiraki spoke lightly, but sighed as if it were a hassle.
If this were another setting, provoking the villainous boss a couple of times would make him jump out on his own, but with Muzan, they had to go to great lengths to lure him out.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya alone had a 50% chance of drawing out Muzan; the intelligence on the Blue Spider Lily alone would likely leave Muzan half-believing, half-doubting.
Combining Ubuyashiki Kagaya and the Blue Spider Lily, Shiraki didn't believe Muzan could resist!
Muzan wasn't exactly clever; otherwise, he would have been running rampant in Japan long ago.
The scummy boss was just cowardly!
Cowardly to the extreme!
The Hashira meeting lasted the entire afternoon.
Sitting away from the discussion on the wooden steps, wisteria petals drifted down with the breeze, falling at five centimeters per second. Reverie reached out to catch two petals, casually tossing them into her mouth to chew.
A laptop rested on her ivory-like, long, slender legs, her snow-white fingers tapping on the keyboard.
The computer screen displayed a Word document titled The Delicate Beautiful Boy Seduces the Cold Boss.
Screenwriters: Ubuyashiki Kagaya, Shiraki.
Starring:Ubuyashiki Kagaya.
Main antagonists: Muzan, Upper Rank demons.
The proposer of the plan was Shiraki, but the main planner was Ubuyashiki Kagaya, whose clan had been entangled with Muzan for a thousand years.
Neither Shiraki, Kiana, nor Kanae were the type to command the overall situation like a strategist; they were more accustomed to battle.
However, with a modern perspective and a semi-omniscient view, Shiraki could assist as an advisor to refine the plan.
The other Hashira were merely listeners.
As the saying goes, three people together have the wisdom of Manjushri; with so many Hashira, they could at least offer some useful suggestions.
To deceive Muzan, they first had to deceive their own people, so the plan was strictly confidential to swordsmen below Hashira level.
First, create several 'ancient texts.'
This part was handled by Shiraki. In the early 20th century, there was no technology for creating antique books, but in modern society… they could make a book produced last week look like it was from ancient times!
The Demon Slayer Corps would appropriately relax their concealment measures, and the rest depended on the enemy's actions.
Often, the outcome of a game doesn't depend on your strength but on your opponent's moves.
Nakime, a special demon, held a status no less than the Twelve Kizuki.
She was Muzan's close attendant, and the eerie Infinity Castle was her Blood Demon Art, a rare spatial type.
Just with this Blood Demon Art, Demon Slayer couldn't be called a non-magical world!
Moreover, Nakime could create scouting eyeballs, through which she could monitor the outside world from within the Infinity Castle.
After the Swordsmith Village arc in the manga, Nakime used this ability to locate the Ubuyashiki residence and even grasped the locations of sixty percent of the Demon Slayer Corps' bases.
By lowering their guard and allowing Nakime to find the Ubuyashiki residence, if she were to detect Ubuyashiki Kagaya reading ancient texts related to the Blue Spider Lily…
If Muzan could endure that, Shiraki would write his name backward! (T/N: Nāmūs is an Arabic word describing an ethical category in Middle Eastern patriarchal character. Often literally translated as "virtue")
Conveniently, during the time Nakime discovers the Ubuyashiki residence, Shiraki would have enough time to transport heavy firepower from the Honkai world.
Have World Serpent prepare a couple of bombs—better to avoid ultra-small nuclear weapons.
Using a nuclear bomb would also wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps.
Shiraki wouldn't do something like friendly fire.
Otherwise, there'd be no need for Reverie's power.
One nuclear bomb, and cells and blood would vaporize. Muzan isn't the real Majin Buu—let's see you regenerate from that.
Shiraki added details, and Ubuyashiki Kagaya refined the plan.
As the sky darkened, the sun set, the moon rose, and clear moonlight bathed the courtyard, the meeting concluded.
Ubuyashiki Kagaya had his wife and daughters prepare dinner early—or rather, a banquet.
In the eyes of outsiders, Shiraki was a young master from a prominent family, and Reverie was a Western princess, their labels firmly affixed.
Moreover, the two had helped the Demon Slayer Corps immensely, their kindness as weighty as a mountain, so they had to be entertained properly!
With those grateful and appreciative looks, Shiraki suspected that if Ubuyashiki Kagaya were a woman, he might have offered himself by now.
The chance to eliminate Muzan was at hand, the thousand-year war was about to end in his generation, and the excited Ubuyashiki Kagaya even coughed up blood.
This was an unprecedented event for the Demon Slayer Corps, worthy of a banquet!
Ninety-nine percent of the swordsmen who joined the Demon Slayer Corps had deep-seated hatred for demons. With the prospect of slaying the Demon King before them, all the Hashira were exhilarated, getting thoroughly drunk at the banquet.
In the end, they were sent back to their respective estates by the Ubuyashiki household's servants.
Shiraki didn't particularly like drinking, so he only had a few sips, fearing that getting drunk would hinder things.
As for what things?
Pushing open the door, entering the room, and with a flick of his toe, closing the door.
With a light spin, the slightly tipsy, flushed Kochou Kanae pulled Shiraki onto her bed, flipping over to pin him down.
The girl's warm body temperature enveloped Shiraki through their clothes with her close movements, strands of gentle fragrance wrapping around him like silk, layer by layer.
"You said Kiana was impatient, but it seems 'I' am quite eager too!"
Shiraki's fingertips caressed the girl's elegant nose bridge, brushed over her moist inner lips, traced her soft earlobe, lingered on her slightly upturned eye corners, then he sat up, tilted his head, and kissed her.
"Mm!" The girl's body trembled, letting out a cute whimper, her pinkish-purple eyes rippling with emotion.
"After all, 'I' am the one who did that sort of thing on the first day~!"
Kochou Kanae's delicate body wriggled slightly, turning her head to the side.
"Hmm…"
His nostrils flared, Shiraki gently inhaled the girl's soft scent, his breath tickling her crystalline, adorable earlobe.
Kochou Kanae's ear twitched cutely, sensing a graceful, curvaceous body pressing against her from behind.
The black-haired girl with dreamy eyes tucked her crystal-purple hair tips behind her ear, looking at Shiraki beneath her and Reverie behind her.
Is this one against two?
Or…
Kanae blinked.
Two against one?
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T/N: I think the author was so freaky~ that several chapter has gone missing or been deleted...fortunately I find my ways...
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Pushing open the door, Shiraki stepped into the bedroom, flicking it shut with a casual nudge of his toe. The air was thick with anticipation as Kochou Kanae, her cheeks flushed from a few too many drinks, spun lightly and tugged him toward the bed.
With a playful shove, she flipped him onto his back and straddled him, pinning him down.
Her warm body pressed against his through their clothes, her gentle fragrance weaving around him like silk, intoxicating and inescapable.
"You said Kiana was impatient," Kanae teased, her voice a sultry murmur, "but it seems I am quite eager too!"
Shiraki's fingertips danced over her face—tracing the elegant bridge of her nose, brushing her moist inner lips, grazing her soft earlobe, and lingering on the upturned corners of her eyes.
Sitting up, he tilted his head and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
"Mm!" Kanae's body quivered, a cute whimper escaping her as her pinkish-purple eyes shimmered with emotion.
"After all, I am the one who did that sort of thing on the first day~!" She wriggled slightly, turning her head aside, but Shiraki wasn't deterred.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled her soft scent, his breath tickling her crystalline earlobe, which twitched adorably in response.
Then, a new presence joined them. Reverie, with her dreamy eyes and azure hair, pressed her curvaceous body against Kanae's back, tucking her crystal-purple hair tips behind her ear.
She gazed down at Shiraki beneath them and then at Kanae, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Was this one against two? Or two against one?
Kanae blinked, caught in the delicious ambiguity.
The bedroom was their playground, every corner and surface ripe for exploration.
It was a typical setup—a plush bed beneath them, a nightstand to one side, a dresser against the wall, a full-length mirror reflecting their tangled forms, a sturdy desk in the corner, and a soft rug sprawling across the floor.
The walls stood ready to bear witness, and the trio wasted no time diving into the chaos of desire.
Kanae's lips crashed against Shiraki's again, her tongue darting out to meet his as she ground her hips against him.
Reverie, kneeling behind Kanae, pressed her breasts against Kanae's back, her lips finding the sensitive skin of Kanae's neck.
She nibbled and kissed, her hands sliding around to cup Kanae's breasts through her blouse, squeezing gently.
Shiraki's hands roamed upward, slipping under Kanae's top to feel the heat of her skin.
With a swift motion, he tugged the blouse over her head, exposing her lacy bra.
Reverie's nimble fingers unhooked it from behind, and together they peeled it away, revealing Kanae's pert breasts.
Shiraki leaned in, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while Reverie kissed Kanae's shoulders, her hands still kneading the other breast.
Kanae moaned, her head tipping back to capture Reverie's lips in a heated kiss over her shoulder. Shiraki watched, arousal surging through him, and began unbuttoning his own shirt.
The girls took over, their hands working in tandem to strip him bare, their lips trailing kisses down his chest as they tugged his pants and underwear away, freeing his throbbing erection.
Kanae, bold and tipsy, leaned down first, her tongue flicking over the tip of Shiraki's cock before she took him into her mouth, sucking greedily.
Reverie watched, her hands caressing Kanae's back and ass, then joined in.
Their tongues danced along his shaft, meeting occasionally in a wet, messy kiss around him. Shiraki groaned, his hands fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Not content to simply receive, he pulled Reverie toward him, kissing her deeply while Kanae continued her ministrations below.
Whispering something in Reverie's ear, he guided her to lie back on the bed. He peeled her dress over her head, revealing her curves clad only in lingerie, then stripped away her bra and panties, kissing his way down her body until his tongue found her slick folds.
Kanae moved beside them, kissing Reverie's lips and teasing her nipples, amplifying her gasps until she shuddered in climax.
Next, Shiraki turned to Kanae, laying her beside Reverie. His mouth descended between her thighs, tasting her sweetness as she writhed beneath him.
Reverie, recovered, straddled Kanae's face, lowering herself until Kanae's tongue could explore her.
The trio formed a perfect circuit of pleasure—Shiraki pleasuring Kanae, Kanae pleasuring Reverie—moans and gasps filling the air as they moved in sync.
After a while, they shifted.
Shiraki lay back, and Kanae climbed atop him, sinking onto his length with a satisfied sigh.
Reverie positioned herself over his face, facing Kanae, and as Shiraki's tongue delved into her, the girls leaned forward to kiss, their hands roaming each other's bodies, pinching nipples and stroking skin.
Needing more, they stumbled off the bed, lust driving them to the desk.
Shiraki lifted Reverie onto its edge, spreading her legs wide.
Standing between her thighs, he thrust into her, deep and relentless, while Kanae knelt beside them.
Her tongue flicked over Reverie's clit and along Shiraki's shaft as it moved, sending them both spiraling toward ecstasy.
Reverie came hard, her body trembling, and they switched—Kanae now on the desk, Reverie's mouth assisting as Shiraki pounded into her.
They spilled onto the rug next, the soft fibers cushioning their fevered movements. Kanae dropped to all fours, and Shiraki took her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her.
Reverie lay before Kanae, legs splayed, and Kanae buried her face between them, licking eagerly as Shiraki's thrusts rocked her forward.
They switched again, Reverie now in the center, her cries muffled against Kanae's core as Shiraki claimed her.
Shiraki pressed Kanae against the wall, lifting her until her legs wrapped around his waist. He entered her in one smooth motion, thrusting upward as she clung to him.
Reverie stood beside them, kissing Kanae's lips and sliding a hand down to rub her clit, their combined efforts pushing Kanae over the edge.
Then it was Reverie's turn, pinned and moaning as Shiraki took her, Kanae's fingers teasing her to another peak.
Catching their breath, Shiraki led them to the full-length mirror. Kanae and Reverie stood side by side, their reflections a tableau of flushed skin and wild eyes.
He moved behind them, hands and lips alternating between them, then bent Kanae forward.
Entering her from behind, he watched her expression in the glass as Reverie touched herself beside them, the sight fueling his rhythm until Kanae trembled in release.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they returned to the bed. Shiraki lay back, the girls curling against him, one on each side. Their lips traded kisses—his, hers, theirs—hands stroking his chest and rekindling his arousal.
Kanae slid down, taking him into her mouth once more, while Reverie whispered filthy promises in his ear, her tongue tracing its shell.
Feeling the end nearing, Shiraki guided Kanae onto her back. He entered her in missionary, thrusting with purpose as Reverie lay beside them, kissing Kanae and rubbing her clit.
The tension built, their bodies syncing in a crescendo of need. With a final, deep thrust, Shiraki spilled inside Kanae, her walls clenching around him as she came too, Reverie's touch tipping her over. Spent, they collapsed together, sweaty and entwined, drifting into a sated haze.
The bedroom lay in disarray, every surface a testament to their abandon. From bed to floor, desk to wall, mirror to rug, they'd claimed it all, a freaky, detailed dance of three bodies lost in each other.
T/N: But I'm More freaky~~