Muzan was in a rather good mood.
As far as he was concerned, the sunlight outside the window was much the same as it had been when he left.
In all probability, the moment the cooldown timer was up, the shikigami master had eagerly summoned him.
And upon hearing the shikigami master’s soft, endearing request, he became even more convinced of this guess.
Muzan did not consider himself a stingy person, and now that the human was so reluctant to part with him, they were one step closer to his goal.
Since that was the case, he might as well indulge the other. It was just a transformation, after all.
Only a minute later, however, he began to feel displeased and tightened his coiling grip.
Ieiri Yuuki felt that surge of force; his breathing turned unsteady, and a sound slipped past his throat.
The snake’s body was deathly cold.
Sliding across his skin, coiling, squeezing.
“The stench of lingering residue…”
The mood, which had been fairly pleasant, vanished completely into thin air the moment he caught that extra trace of stench on the shikigami master’s body.
It was a lingering trace left behind by other Curses.
How terribly annoying.
As mentioned before, although Muzan had once been human, compared to humans, his behavioral logic leaned more toward insects single-threaded and exceptionally crude.
Ieiri Yuuki was designated by him, belonging to his territory.
Yet this pure sanctuary had been intruded upon while he was briefly away, with the lingering residue clamoring for a sense of existence.
This made Muzan extraordinarily displeased.
He viewed this as a form of—provocation.
Because of the snake’s constriction, leading to slight breathing difficulties, a thin flush coated Ieiri Yuuki’s cheeks.
“…Residue? I exorcised a few Curses earlier; the residue must have been left behind then.”
Muzan: “…”
The scarlet snake’s tongue probed out once more.
Are they dead? Muzan thought casually, while still abhorring those mindless, stinking residues of unknown origin.
He didn’t consider it a sense of possessiveness; he was simply confirming his own territory.
Thus, he desperately wanted to coat the youth’s entire body in his own scent.
This was the simplest method.
So he tightened his grip even further.
[Eh?! He didn’t discover Tamayo]
[Understood, pure jealousy]
[I’m shocked, it’s actually reached the point where he can’t even tolerate the lingering residue left behind from exorcising Curses? He’s totally acting!]
[Coiling so tightly]
[The tip of its tail was wrapped around his thigh, coiled up around his waist another circle, another circle around his neck, and the snake’s head was even nuzzling Yuuki’s cheek and earlobe]
[Blessed Bro is eating so well]
[Trash Boss, I see you know what you’re doing! This brat is scoring benefits for himself!]
[Such a bizarre, beautiful scene. Looking at it makes me feel like I’m suffocating]
[The form of a snake is truly so beautiful]
[Yuuki in this scene isn’t overshadowed at all, it’s driving me crazy]
[Yuuki is far too composed; he’s genuinely not afraid in the least]
[When is this Tamayo landmine going to detonate? I really want to see it]
[The production crew is teasing us now, but it’ll be exposed sooner or later, right? I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of chemical reaction will happen between them, but I’m trembling with excitement]
“No, a dream, it’s not a dream…”
Abruptly, an extremely excited voice with a trembling vocal cord rang out.
It was the young painter, Arihisa Riku, who had been completely awed by the scene before him.
His eyes were infatuated, half-dreaming and half-awake, as though he had caught sight of the inspiration he had desperately yearned for.
Yes, that’s it, that’s it! This is what I’ve always wanted…
Darkness, overflowing carnal desire, yet gorgeous.
Arihisa Riku completely forgot his current predicament, even forgetting where he was.
The painter’s lower lip trembled as he fumbled blindly: “Where is my pen, my pen…”
With that, he abruptly raised his head.
His eyes chased relentlessly after those two figures, terrified that the next second they would vanish completely.
The fanaticism and madness in his gaze had already grown thick to the absolute limit.
This was precisely the result Ieiri Yuuki wanted by “prescribing the right medicine.”
As for Muzan, he was interrupted by this oblivious, dull-witted human, and he grew infinitely impatient.
The red-eyed, black-bodied serpentine monster opened its jaws wide toward Arihisa Riku.
Uttering an intimidating sound, its stark-white fangs and scarlet oral cavity were clearly visible.
The pretty youth,
And the cold-blooded snake.
[I didn’t think I was into non-human elements, but……]
[This scene is god-tier!]
[This perspective is too divine; the cold-blooded animal and the beautiful human, entwined together, both looking down condescendingly with two pairs of eyes fixed on the painter]
[Ahhhhhhh]
[It’s intimidation belonging to the serpentine kind, so erotic]
Arihisa Riku collapsed in terror.
Yet he was already captivated by that gorgeous yet bizarre combination, wanting to crawl up and take a clearer look.
However, from kneeling for too long, his legs had already gone numb.
That’s right, just now, just now that youth seemed to have asked him a question.
Arihisa Riku frantically searched his memory, attempting to find a clue to strike up a conversation with the other.
His chaotic and overheated brain felt as though too much information had been crammed into it, and no matter how desperately Arihisa Riku tried to think, he couldn’t recall his memories from five minutes ago.
Why can’t I remember?!
Think of it, hurry up and think!
Arihisa Riku struggled on the edge of sanity, feeling completely driven to a dead end…
Anyone, please help him, let him remember! He would do anything!
The long-dormant Cursed Speech finally heard the prey’s plea.
Toge: “Cod roe!”
He keenly perceived the surging cursed energy in the air and turned his head to look
Arihisa Riku’s body swayed before he suddenly began to retch!
A pitch-black liquid resembling paint was vomited out by him, and black fog surged forth.
Enveloping his head as if possessed of a life of its own, human faces faintly materialized within the black fog.
Until it wrapped around him completely!
And atop Arihisa Riku’s head, a mouth covered in swollen, inflamed pustules had sprouted.
As those lips twitched, foul-smelling pus dripped down from them.
So smelly——!
[My eyes!!]
[The visual impact of this Curse is really strong]
[Production crew, are you doing this on purpose?!]
[Earlier you let me appreciate that gorgeous, grotesque aestheticism, and now you’re showing me this blunt pollution shock!]
[Crying from ugliness]
That torn lip, dripping with purulent blood, flew open it was the true essence of Cursed Speech!
It opened its lips, and a voice resembling the collective roar of hundreds of voices rang out.
The moment it spat out its first syllable, the cursed energy in the air warped along with it: “Die…”
Toge had long since pulled down his collar, his eyes solemn: “Go die… Ah!?”
The brief syllables even ended up with a comical crack.
Because his Cursed Speech had no effect on that Curse whatsoever, hitting nothing but empty air.
Reflected in Toge’s widened eyes was the appearance of that Curse
Dead.
Smashed to death.
A vicious, massive cluster of cursed-energy flesh arms, moving at a cruel speed and posture, struck down hard the very moment the Cursed Speech Curse saw it, leaving it utterly powerless to resist!
Not even a second.
Exorcised completely clean.
Toge’s Curse lost its target, spun a circle in midair, and dissipated.
And Arihisa Riku, whose head was now free of the Curse, naturally passed out cold.
That flesh arm retracted. Toge followed the direction and still caught sight of the serpentine Curse.
It said impatiently, “So terribly noisy.”
Toge: “…”
Though he had no idea how it was done, the mission should be considered over.
Wuhu, Ieiri’s technique is really nice!
Toge Inumaki immediately gave his junior a shocked and admiring look.
“Should we call an ambulance?” Ieiri Yuuki asked, bending down beside the unconscious painter to take a look.
Toge shook his head.
A victim deeply “invaded” by a Curse couldn’t be cured simply by staying in a hospital.
Only Reverse Cursed Technique could purge cursed energy, so the person had to be handed over to Shoko-senpai to handle.
Toge first sent a message to the assistant manager, then, thinking of something, began typing.
“By the way, Shoko-senpai is currently staying temporarily at the Gojo residence, right?”
“Yes.”
Toge: [Then let’s head to the Gojo residence. Ieiri, please go ahead and give them a heads-up over there.]
After all, the Gojo family was one of the Three Great Families; you couldn’t just drop by unannounced.
Ieiri Yuuki nodded, taking out his phone, the screen still lingering on the previous text message.
At the very top were two clear characters: Tamayo.
Displayed so unblushingly for the Curse to see, the ink snake saw it clearly and stiffened slightly.
…Tamayo?
Just sharing the same name; it couldn’t possibly be that Tamayo he utterly loathed.
Ieiri Yuuki seemed to hear the Special Grade Curse’s inner voice; his movements didn’t stop as he re-selected the recipient to edit his message, letting out a light chuckle:
“The Tamayo I’m texting with… probably is that Lady Tamayo Muzan knows, right?”
[Ahhhhhhhhh]
[?!!]
[Why did he just self-sabotage?! I thought the production crew was going to dangle our appetite a bit longer]
[Wife, no! Muzan is truly a full-blown madman; stepping on his landmines means he’s genuinely going to go crazy!]
[He genuinely eats people!]
“…”
“…”
Muzan said nothing, only gazing with chilling gloom at the rosy tip of the tongue revealed through the parting of Ieiri Yuuki’s lips as he spoke.
The silence at this moment was terrifying. Abruptly, the snake’s jaws gaped wide, revealing a torrent of scarlet within.
The serpent-shaped monster’s body swelled, expanding to a degree that blocked out the sky!
Its thick, massive snake body tightly coiled around the shikigami master, submerging him, tighter and tighter, practically on the verge of crushing his bones to powder!
Before Toge could even react, the giant snake rolled over, shaking the earth and raising a cloud of dust. When he could see clearly again
An empty space lay before him.
Where, is the junior……
Where is such a big junior of mine?!