Inuyasha ignored the pitiful Jaken and merely gave Yura a meaningful look.
Disgust was written all over her face.
Despite that, her body honestly rose to its feet and slowly walked over.
“You really know how to enjoy yourself.” Yura of the Hair complained as she gracefully knelt beside him.
Her jade-white knees gleamed warmly beneath the moonlight.
After bringing them together, she cradled the back of Inuyasha’s head as though holding a treasure and lowered it onto her soft thighs.
Yura was utterly enchanted by the mutt’s silver hair.
It shone like polished silk, strong without being stiff and smooth without feeling greasy.
Her only complaint was that this foolish dog demon had no awareness of proper hair care.
The thought alone made Yura’s heart ache.
‘What a waste of a priceless treasure!
That’s another crime punishable by death!’ Inuyasha shifted his head until he found the most comfortable position, then rolled his eyes at the demoness.
“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.” “Serving yours truly is a blessing you couldn’t earn over several lifetimes…
Mmph—” “Inuyasha-sama, please have some meat.” Yura stuffed roasted meat into the mutt’s mouth to silence him.
She then used her hair to fetch fresh water from the stream, keeping it ready whenever the lord resting on her thighs wanted a drink.
It was not as though she had never tried ambushing him.
The first time, she had sent her hair toward Inuyasha’s neck from behind while he slept.
He tore it apart with one swipe, pulled her comb from her body, and roasted it over the fire for nearly eight minutes.
The heat left her rolling across the ground in agony.
The second time, she pretended to offer him roasted meat while hiding a hair needle beneath it and thrusting it toward his throat.
Without even raising an eyelid, Inuyasha tilted his head aside and twisted her into human furniture.
He then sealed her true body inside a bamboo tube filled with cold water for the entire night.
As for the third attempt…
Forget it.
It was better left unmentioned.
After failing time and again, Yura was forced to accept one humiliating term of defeat after another.
Her position sank lower each time until she was nearly reduced to a lowly slave.
Inuyasha’s instinct for danger and reaction speed completely surpassed her imagination.
The cost of each ambush was far too high.
Unless she was absolutely certain of success, the demoness had no intention of trying again.
Inuyasha chewed his roasted meat while admiring the full view of the lower curves of Yura’s breasts above him.
The scent lingering beneath his nose was not merely the smoky aroma of roasted meat.
It also carried the demoness’s faint, cool fragrance.
She smelled like night-blooming jasmine dampened by dew deep in the mountains, mixed with the faintest trace of sandalwood.
His eyes shifted toward Jaken, who remained suspended before them.
Knowing the answer perfectly well, he asked, “Little yokai, tell me where you came from.” Jaken shuddered.
The hair numbing his tightly bound mouth finally loosened, and he hurriedly spoke.
“This lowly one is Jaken, an attendant of Sesshomaru-sama—your elder brother.” “I came here hoping Inuyasha-sama would join the fated war in the Western Lands between the Dog Demon Tribe and the Panther Tribe.” Unlike the contempt Jaken had shown Inuyasha early in the original story, this crystal-eyed fellow was almost excessively obedient.
Every sentence was respectful, and he constantly referred to himself as “this lowly one.” His round eyes cautiously watched every change in Inuyasha’s expression, terrified that a single wrong word would result in him being clawed into two pieces.
It was hardly surprising.
Anyone who learned that a son of the mighty Dog General of the Western Lands had been pinned to a tree for decades by a human priestess because of romantic feelings would naturally despise him as a demon.
That had been the original source of Sesshomaru’s true disgust toward Inuyasha.
Their father had died because of a human, and his younger brother had been sealed because of one.
The two were a ridiculous joke cut from the same cloth.
However, the current situation left them no choice.
The Panther Tribe had superior numbers and a powerful army.
Meanwhile, Sesshomaru alone carried the Dog Demon Tribe, whose followers varied greatly in quality and could no longer sustain the war.
That was why Jaken had set out alone.
He had gathered information about Inuyasha throughout his journey.
When he heard that Inuyasha had been sealed, his heart sank, and he almost turned back.
However, as he drew closer, rumors about the “Silver-Haired Killer” and “the Red-and-Black Twin Fiends—the Dog Couple” left him completely confused.
Seeing was believing, while rumors could not be trusted.
Jaken also refused to leave Sesshomaru-sama struggling alone, so he gathered his courage and continued onward.
That was how he ended up suspended in midair before the very person he had been searching for.
“Let him down.” Inuyasha had only bullied Jaken to satisfy his mean streak.
He had no intention of doing anything truly excessive to the minor yokai.
Yura raised a finger, and the hair wrapped around Jaken immediately fell away.
From his perspective, the strands binding him suddenly loosened from every direction.
Before he could react, he fell to the ground with a splat.
Jaken rubbed the red marks around his arms, then touched the tip of his nose, which had struck the ground first.
He secretly looked up at Inuyasha.
The unbelievably beautiful demoness was leaning forward, transferring fresh water from her red lips into Inuyasha’s slightly open mouth.
Beneath the moonlight, the side of her face looked seductively soft.
Several short black strands fell among his silver hair, and the sharp contrast made her wet, glistening lips appear even more vivid.
Jaken immediately lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the ground.
‘How shamelessly decadent!’ His own lord was as cold and distant as the moon, free of desire like an ascetic.
Compared to him, the younger lord before Jaken lived at the opposite extreme.
His lap pillow was a beautiful woman’s thighs, and she even fed him water with her mouth.
Jaken suddenly felt that his own life had been unbearably difficult.
He had spent years rushing from one place to another, constantly sleeping outdoors and eating whatever he could find.
Even a warm meal was a rare luxury.
The only benefit he had received was the Staff of Two Heads…
‘Wait!’ ‘How could I think like this?!’ Jaken secretly swore, ‘My loyalty to Sesshomaru-sama could never be broken by something as trivial as material comfort!’ “Yura, you’re getting better at this.” Inuyasha could not be bothered with Jaken’s rich inner drama.
He looked at Yura’s raised face, her lips still glistening brightly with water.
“As long as Inuyasha-sama is pleased.” After learning from Jaken that Inuyasha possessed an unusual status, Yura naturally changed how she addressed him.
She also temporarily set aside her plans to kill him.
Until she understood the second mutt’s family background, the demoness had no desire to create further trouble.
One Inuyasha was already more than she could endure.
If attacking the younger one drew out someone older and stronger, would her life as a demon ever know peace again?
As for serving him personally, the terms of her defeat had spelled out her duties perfectly clearly.
Yura accepted the consequences of her gamble.
She treated it as though she had been bitten by a dog.
It was not as if she would lose any flesh.
Once the post-meal mouth-cleaning service ended, Inuyasha sat upright with his legs crossed and looked at Jaken, who was still pretending to be dead on the ground.
“There’s no need for any more discussion.” “We leave for the Western Lands tomorrow morning.” Jaken abruptly raised his head, his eyes shining.
He then hurriedly prostrated himself again, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
“Understood, Inuyasha-sama!” …