Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 120 Doma: The pairing I ship absolutely cannot have a bad ending.

Mr. Shimazu entered the bar, first giving it a subtle glance around, then letting out a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's a typical British style, and the decor isn't too bad.

He is not unworthy of a beautiful woman.

Even spoiled brats have very high standards!

Muzan glanced at the signboard at the entrance and then at Mr. Shimazu, thinking to himself, "This human really knows how to choose."

The bar is called Nightfall, a very ordinary bar name.

What's unusual is that there are two ghosts in this bar.

One of the two demons is named Doma.

Muzan's mood instantly soured.

He hates Douma.

Why did Shugo turn this emotionless thing into a demon in the first place?!

They are completely oblivious to social cues and show no self-awareness whatsoever, even though everyone dislikes them.

He was extremely self-satisfied and had no worries whatsoever, which made Muzan, who was used to the fear of demons, feel very uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Yuko?"

Mr. Shimazu looked at Muzan, who was standing motionless at the door, and asked in confusion.

After some deliberation, Muzan suppressed his emotions and went inside.

There must be someone who tattles on Shugo.

Otherwise, all his efforts to put up with this greasy-haired man would have been in vain.

If he deliberately leaves, wouldn't that reveal his ulterior motives?

Muzan thought to himself secretly.

It was already late at night, but the bar was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Looking around, one sees a bustling crowd, with every seat occupied. People are either sitting around tables in small groups, chatting and laughing, or leaning against the bar, sipping their drinks slowly.

The cacophony of conversations rose and fell, intertwining with the energetic and upbeat background music to create a lively atmosphere.

"Mrs. Yuko, have you ever had a cocktail?" Mr. Shimazu asked with a smile as he sat down at the bar.

Muzan shook his head slightly.

In his early years, when he was still human, he had never drunk alcohol. After becoming a demon, he tried it once out of curiosity.

Muzan only had one feeling: it tastes awful, bitter and astringent, it's just not good at all. He couldn't understand why so many humans loved to drink it, especially the kind of drink that would bankrupt them.

Drinking tea is better than drinking alcohol.

Therefore, Muzan never drank alcohol again, and he never even tried foreign liquor.

"One Jungle Juice, one Mojito," Mr. Shimazu snapped his fingers at the bartender, immediately displaying his authority.

Upon hearing the name of the drink, the bartender paused, his hand still holding the shaker. He glanced at the source of the sound, then quickly replied in English, "Yes, sir."

After ordering, Mr. Shimazu began to talk at length about cocktails, trying to show off his knowledge and impress the beautiful lady.

Soon, the bartender brought over two cocktails.

One glass is a jungle juice with an orange hue, filled with fruit; the other is a colorless mojito, topped with lemon slices, mint leaves, and ice.

Before leaving, the bartender glanced at the beautiful woman sitting at the bar, and sighed inwardly.

This stunning beauty is about to fall into the hands of another playboy.

Jungle Juice isn't just any juice; it contains a lot of strong liquor. He overheard the conversation between the man and woman. It was the woman's first time drinking, and she was drinking such strong liquor. She probably would have passed out after just one sip and then been taken advantage of.

The bartender knew the rest of the process by heart.

After all, the private rooms were upstairs, and he often heard the cleaners complaining that there were always some things that shouldn't be there.

“Mrs. Yuko, this might taste a little strange since it’s your first time trying jungle juice. But take a few more sips, and you’ll like it,” Mr. Shimazu said with a smile, while taking a sip of his own mojito.

Husband? Madam!

The bartender was startled; she was actually a married woman!

The world is in decline!

So corrupt!

So hateful!

He wanted a beauty like that too!

Muzan glanced at the jungle juice without saying a word. The orange-pink gradient color of the juice looked very pretty, the kind of appearance that women would like.

Muzan looked at Mr. Shimazu, who had already revealed his true intentions, and sneered inwardly, having already sentenced this spoiled brat to death.

Couldn't he smell the strong alcoholic aroma in this 'juice'?

But it doesn't matter, ghosts can't get drunk.

Under Mr. Shimazu's expectant gaze, Muzan raised the jungle juice, took a small sip, and a very obvious astringent taste overwhelmed all other flavors, becoming the main one.

It tastes absolutely awful.

Muzan angrily put down the drink he had only taken a sip of, his face full of disgust, and gave it a terrible review.

"It tastes so bad!"

When Douma was alive, he liked to drink, and he liked the feeling of being in a trance after drinking too much.

The world I used to know has changed drastically and is very novel. Every time I get drunk, it's a completely new experience.

After becoming a demon, one of the few things Doma regretted was not being able to drink alcohol.

So he changed it to a wine bath. PS: Author's comment: What a rich bastard! (He walks the reader's path, leaving the reader with nowhere to walk.)

However, ever since the research institute made a breakthrough in understanding the taste of demons, Doma has been frequenting bars.

Taking a pill before drinking alcohol will allow you to enjoy the pleasure of drinking.

Why am I seeing Lord Muzan today?!

Doma sat at the bar booth, only four body lengths away from Muzan, observing the conversation between Muzan and the human with a puzzled expression.

Doma, who listened to the whole thing: ...

Huh?

Isn't Muzan-sama and Shuuga-sama a couple?

Who is this guy who's hitting on me?

Could it be that Muzan-sama and Shugo-sama broke up?

Wait, nothing's changed in Infinite City lately, has it?

Doma looked at the jungle juice glass. As a seasoned bar regular, he naturally knew the trick behind this fake cocktail that was actually a date rape drug.

Regardless of the reason, in order to repay the kindness of Lord Shuuga, Doma decided to sacrifice himself to shield Lord Muzan from unwanted romantic advances.

And so, a burly man with an extremely intimidating appearance squeezed himself between Mr. Shimazu and Muzan.

Mr. Shimazu, who had been pushed aside, looked bewildered and said with a hint of annoyance, "Who are you?!"

Could it be those men in the bar who were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment?

That’s right!

It must be someone who came to the bar looking for a woman and set their sights on his beauty!

Lower-class people really don't care about rules!

Mr. Shimazu thought indignantly, not recognizing the man in front of him as Doma at all.

Every time he comes to the bar, he disguises himself as Doma, a character whose appearance is completely different from his real one, in order to avoid people who know the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

Domo-san thought dejectedly: Being a celebrity is such a hassle.

Seeing the strange man's excessively muscular build, as if he could kill him with a single punch, Mr. Shimazu withdrew the question that was about to slip out and asked in a very polite tone.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

With a fierce look in his eyes, Doma, his face full of fat, spoke in a rough voice and asked in return.

"You must have something on your mind, kid! Speak! What are you trying to do by getting close to my master's wife!"

Doma uses his skill to turn the tables.