Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 123 Onibutsuji·Hiirago

Despite having worn so much jewelry before, Muzan was surprisingly clumsy at putting on the ring this time, and it took him quite a while to finally manage to put it on.

A ruby ​​adorned her slender, delicate ring finger. The white ring band did not overshadow the gemstone; it complemented her pale skin and seemed to exist solely to accentuate it.

"It's very beautiful." Shugo grabbed Muzan's left hand, examined it carefully, and smiled with satisfaction. He was very proud of his work and did not hold back his praise.

Muzan touched the ring, trying to move it around a bit; the size was just right and wouldn't hinder his movements.

However, something seemed off about the part of the ring that was pressed against the skin.

Muzan, puzzled, took off the ring, touched the inner ring with his fingertip, and uttered a prayer.

"Onibatsuji, Hiiragi."

The inner circle was engraved with characters, which were Tang script that he had learned during the Heian period.

Muzan paused, his hand holding the ring momentarily still, and then his expression froze. Suddenly, everything went blurry before his eyes.

The entire demon sat on Shugo's lap.

Single sofas have their advantages.

Shugo took the ring and put it back on Muzan's finger, in the same spot, on his left ring finger.

The ring fit snugly into my finger.

Muzan's hands were naturally kept at their best, with long, fair fingers, delicate skin, and a slightly pinkish tinge to the fingertips.

The excessively fair skin actually made the touch of pink even more charming.

Want to kiss.

Hiiragi's eyes darkened.

He thought so and did it.

Feeling the dampness on her fingers, a faint blush gradually rose on her pale cheeks.

After the kiss, Shugo rested his chin on Muzan's shoulder and whispered, "You liked it, didn't you? I'm yours too, okay?"

Shugo knew that Muzan was an insecure cat.

A suspicious cat that peeks around every day to see if its beloved pet is there.

Those behaviors that seek attention are essentially driven by fear.

A good boyfriend shouldn't make his partner live in fear.

As for the issue of changing the surname?

He didn't care about the surname Fujiwara.

Whatever~

Muzan was indeed pleased; a pang of sadness welled up in his eyes, and a hint of happiness spread across his face.

"I like it, I like it very much."

Muzan openly expressed his joy through his actions.

The two of them started kissing passionately again.

Reluctantly pulling apart a silver thread, the two ghosts played around for a long time before finally separating.

Having successfully appeased Muzan with a ring and made his lover beam with joy, Shugo, like a winner in life, embraced his beauty and earnestly reflected on his actions.

"It's because I haven't cared about you enough."

"Don't do things like that again." Shugo poked Muzan's stomach, earning him a sharp glare.

"Don't put yourself in an environment you can't control," Shugo said seriously.

Muzan pursed his lips, unable to think of anything that could pose a threat to him.

He is now so strong that even he himself from 500 years ago wouldn't believe it.

Shugo had already memorized the cellular breathing technique that Muzan had taught him. (Don't get the wrong idea, he was just using the breathing technique with Muzan, controlling Muzan's body to run it. Demons have such strong constitutions, they can even have their nerves connected to external systems.)

After being subjected to daily small battles and three major battles every three days by Shugo, his experience bar increased rapidly.

When the effectiveness of combat training decreased, they subjected him to targeted pressure training, throwing him into the sea every day to withstand the pressure of the ocean in order to strengthen his physique.

That period was incredibly difficult for Muzan; even his attempts to act cute and charming couldn't save him.

Having survived the endless darkness of the seabed, and with the added enhancement from the Stone Mask, Muzan's confidence soared!

Her confidence returned to what it was before she was attacked by Yoriichi, that monster.

In terms of combat power, Muzan felt he could easily defeat his Warring States period self.

Even Yoriichi Tsugikuni wasn't that afraid anymore.

Shugo could tell at a glance that Muzan didn't take it to heart at all.

Shugo had no choice but to emphasize again, his tone becoming more threatening: "Don't forget, the mastermind behind you has the means to break free from your control."

"Wasn't the last bottle empty?"

Muzan pouted, his tone tinged with doubt.

To this day, Muzan remains skeptical about the existence of the mastermind that Shugo spoke of.

The other party left almost no trace, and the traces that Shugo pointed out always felt somewhat far-fetched.

"Anyway, just be careful," Shugo said helplessly.

Shugo didn't intend to argue any further; they had already discussed this issue countless times.

There's no need to create unnecessary conflict.

Hiiragi changed the subject.

"I'm very busy and don't have time to play with you. In that case, why don't you keep me company while I work? I get bored working for a long time."

Muzan, who had left his years of work to Shuuga and was now carefree: ...? ? !!

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"This month's earnings..." Muzan's exquisitely beautiful face remained expressionless. He parted his lips slightly and slowly read the earnings report in his hand with a delicate tone as refined as an ink painting.

To describe a boring report that is just a string of numbers as if it were a song is like a melodious and beautiful movement. The pleasant melody is like a gentle breeze that brushes against your ear.

Shugo, with Muzan on his lap, leaned back and enjoyed the moment. This was life.

Muzan, who was used to slacking off, was unhappy and found it boring, and wanted to go on strike several times.

"This is our joint property!"

Hiiragi retorted with a single sentence.

After Muzan finished reading the report, the next step was the funding application form.

Hiraga stood up straight; this was something that needed careful consideration.

He held Muzan from behind, and as if teaching him to write, he held Muzan's hand and scribbled on the report, muttering to himself.

"Then grant more funding applications, approve them, and give him an extra 20%. The research on the Stone Mask is still very important."

"We can't skimp on the educational funding from the academy; that's the foundation of our future power base."

"And then there are our overseas businesses. We've lived here for so many years. Once we've completely dealt with the Demon Slayer Corps, we'll go on vacation..."

They ate us one bite at a time, and then another big pancake followed.

Shugo easily made Muzan's cat happy.

I'm not so resistant to reading the report now.

"Huh? Tamayo's funding application?" Shugo's expression turned strange for a moment.

What kind of trouble is this female ghost causing?

Haven't they been slacking off all along?

If it weren't for the original story, he would have fired the other party long ago and given him to the Demon Slayer Corps as a performance indicator.

"Tamayo?"

Muzan had no recollection of the name and asked in confusion, having completely forgotten what he had done.

"Tamayo has researched and developed a method that allows demons to survive by consuming only blood, and she has also created a drug that can change a demon's sense of taste to that of a human. Her research level is quite good."

Hiiragi explained.

Muzan gave an "oh," immediately losing interest, thinking that this Tamayo had nothing better to do than conduct such useless research.

"Researching for drugs to overcome wisteria blooms?"

Did this female ghost change her gender?

Shugo found it unbelievable; Tamayo shouldn't be so proactive.

Aren't you a staunch anti-Muzan person?