[Blood Demon Art: Six Motions of Heaven and Earth (Lv2)]
Looking at the upgraded skill, Hayashi Makoto’s hand skillfully slipped inside Karuizawa Kei’s clothes.
Whenever he was deep in thought, he had a small unconscious habit.
He liked having something in his hands to toy with, to knead or rub.
The Heirloom Seal of the Realm had already been tossed back into the study.
Now, the thing replacing it was the soft, tender flesh of a young girl in the prime of her youth.
It was like warm lard-like frozen stone.
The tips of his fingers sank into the beautiful spring of the girl with just a little pressure.
“Mm~”
A short, sweet moan escaped her lips.
Makoto did not pay much attention to it.
He was thinking about how, with his current strength, he still could not openly confront the military power of a major nation in the main world.
After personally visiting a battlefield, he understood very clearly how terrifying the overwhelming storm of steel and flame that annihilated everything truly was.
Missiles might not be able to completely kill his immortal body.
But nuclear weapons were different.
The “immortality” from the Demon Slayer world was mainly reflected in endless lifespan and horrifying regeneration beyond common sense—in game terms, a long health bar and fast recovery—but his defense was not necessarily absolute.
One only had to look at the anime to understand.
During the Taisho era, which was around the 1920s, the Ubuyashiki family had used a large homemade bomb to blow Muzan into pieces scattered everywhere.
That proved one thing: his body was not hard enough.
Makoto had added points to his constitution, so he was definitely tougher than Kibutsuji.
But using a flesh-and-blood body to challenge nuclear weapons was still unbelievably stupid.
Perhaps he could someday achieve rebirth from a single drop of blood, but he had no interest in testing that theory.
“I can’t become an emperor who crushes everything out in the open. But I can become an emperor in the shadows.”
He closed his eyes and felt the blood flowing through his body.
Kibutsuji Makoto could use his demon blood to create demon followers: turning humans into bloodthirsty demons and holding absolute control over their life and death.
If they revealed information about him, or even if the thought of betrayal appeared in their minds, their bodies would collapse and destroy themselves.
Aside from that, he could read the minds of demons face-to-face.
Even from a distance, he could sense their approximate direction and location.
If they were close enough, Kibutsuji Makoto could also communicate with them through the mind.
Makoto’s perfected immortal demon body possessed a similar effect.
He had already tested it on Tsugikuni Michikatsu: he could read minds, locate his followers, and communicate through thoughts.
However, the followers he created, though completely under his control, would not become man-eating demons.
His blood could pull them back from the brink of death, cure all illnesses, extend lifespan, and fill them with vitality.
If that were the only effect, he would basically become Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West.
But he also held power over the life and death of his followers: as long as the other party formed even the slightest malicious thought toward him, Makoto would sense it.
With a single thought, he could erase them from afar.
“Even so, it’s better not to directly expose the truth about my blood. Maybe I can package it in another form.”
“I can test it on some important figures in Japan first. The Shinomiya Zaibatsu has been in the news quite often recently. I remember the Kaguya-sama anime mentioned that the head of the Shinomiya family had been recuperating in Kyoto…”
“The Shinomiya family stands at the top of Japan. They’re a good breakthrough point.”
Suddenly, his ear felt wet.
A warm, soft thing licked inside his ear.
Then, his earlobe felt the sensation of being gently bitten.
“Kei?”
“Makoto has been spacing out for so long. You’re ignoring me.”
The cute girlfriend in his arms puffed up her cheeks and bit his ear again, then asked seriously, “Makoto, what are you thinking about? If something is bothering you, can’t you tell me?”
“It’s nothing important.”
Meeting Kei’s worried eyes, Makoto smiled.
“I was just thinking that for a man living in this world, money alone isn’t enough.”
The girl tilted her head in confusion.
“Money still isn’t enough?”
Over the past two months, she had been taken in by her rich boyfriend.
The food she ate, the place she lived, the clothes, accessories, and daily necessities around her were all things she had never dared to wish for before.
She had never imagined that she would one day live like this.
Karuizawa Kei was not a gold digger.
But she had gradually come to understand the importance of money.
Those honor students one or two years older than her woke up early, slept late, studied hard, and worked through endless problem sets.
Those from poor families even had to squeeze out time to work part-time and earn money for cram school.
Wasn’t all of that to get into a good university?
And after graduating from a good university, wasn’t it to find a well-paying job?
In the end, wasn’t work all about money?
If she calculated it that way, then all the hardship and effort starting from student days…
wasn’t all of it ultimately for money?
Her fairly clever little brain easily arrived at this shallow conclusion.
Because of that, she could not quite understand her boyfriend’s words.
What did he mean by “money alone isn’t enough”?
What else did he want?
“Oh, my dear Kei. Your brain, just like Japan’s class structure, has hardened into a lump of caramel.”
“What the heck…”
“You should have been smart originally, right? Ah, I know! You must have been infected by Chihaya Anon’s sugar levels in class!”
“What does Anon-chan have to do with this!?”
Seeing her puzzled yet coquettish expression, Makoto was too lazy to continue explaining.
He simply kissed her.
Sweet.
Warm.
She was like a flower that had just begun to bloom, so soft and vivid.
A single look.
A single movement.
A single shy complaint.
All of it was enough to stir a man’s desires.
No wonder the old saying went: a gentle land is a hero’s grave.
His hands, which had been neglecting her for a while, slipped back into those warm places.
Before long, Karuizawa Kei’s eyes became misty.
Her cute face flushed red.
Seeing that Makoto was about to take her right there on the sofa, she hurriedly curled up and gasped, “The room… let’s go to the bedroom…”
But she did not know.
The way she shrank back so pitifully, curling up into a ball, only stirred something in Makoto’s heart…
A desire to dominate.
This little thing always revealed an astonishing charm without realizing it.
He reached out and flipped her over, making her lie face down on the sofa.
“?”
Before she could ask what he was doing, her nightgown was lifted up.
An extremely strange sensation attacked those two pert cheeks, as if goosebumps were rising.
There was no moon in the sky tonight.
But on the sofa, a round, plump, pink-trembling moon had appeared.
“W-Wait… no… wu!”
“It feels so strange…”
Karuizawa Kei struggled weakly on the soft sofa like a fish on the verge of death.
If the sofa had not been specially ordered to be wide enough, she might have already slipped off.
“Ah!”
A sudden coolness made her cry out softly.
…
The living room had a powerful air conditioner regulating the temperature.
Of course, it was not summer yet.
In a spacious room like this, losing the insulation of clothing could make someone catch a cold.
But that was not a problem!
The heat generated by exercise could easily withstand this bit of cold!
“Kei.”
After being patted, Karuizawa Kei reacted almost by reflex.
She obediently lowered her waist.
“Kei, look back at me.”
“…”
Her face turned even redder.
She wanted to bury her head like an ostrich, but her body had already responded before her mind could resist.
Those large, watery violet eyes looked back at him pitifully.
Her golden hair had come loose from its ponytail, scattering over her fair, faintly sweaty back.
It looked like strands of honey.
Sweet enough to drown in.
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