[Blood Demon Art: Six Movements of Heaven and Earth (lv2)]
Looking at the now-upgraded skill, Makoto’s hand skillfully slipped inside Kei’s clothes.
When he’s thinking, he unconsciously has a small habit.
That is, fiddling with something or kneading something in his hands.
The Imperial Seal had already been thrown back into the study.
Now, its replacement was the beautiful, tender youth of a teenage girl.
It was like warm, smooth mutton-fat jade.
With just a bit of pressure from his fingertips, he sank into the springtime of the sixteen-year-old girl.
“Mmm~”
A short, sweet moan.
Makoto didn’t pay it any mind.
He was pondering that with his current strength, he probably still couldn’t directly confront the military power of major nations in the main world.
Having personally been on a battlefield, he deeply understood the terrifying, all-encompassing, annihilating force.
Missiles might not kill his immortal body.
But…
nuclear bombs are different.
The immortality from the Demon Slayer World, the concept of “immortality,” is more reflected in infinite lifespan and that terrifying, superhuman regenerative ability—in gaming terms: long health bar, fast recovery, but defense isn’t great.
Just look at the anime.
In the Taisho era, the 1920s, Ubuyashiki just used a large homemade bomb and blew Muzan to pieces all over the ground.
Clearly, his body isn’t hard enough!
Makoto had allocated points to constitution, so he was definitely harder than Kibutsuji.
But using a flesh-and-blood body to withstand nuclear weapons or something is still too idiotic.
He might be able to regenerate from a drop of blood, but he had no desire to try.
“I can’t be the emperor who openly crushes everything.
But for now, I can be a hidden emperor.”
He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of blood within his body.
Kibutsuji Makoto could use his own demon blood to create subordinate demons: turning humans into bloodthirsty demons, holding power over their life and death.
Just revealing information about him, or even harboring a single thought of betrayal in their hearts, would cause their bodies to disintegrate and self-destruct.
Furthermore, he could directly read a demon’s thoughts face-to-face.
If not face-to-face, he could still sense their general direction and location.
Additionally, when close enough, Kibutsuji Makoto could also communicate with demons telepathically.
Makoto’s perfect immortal demon body had similar effects.
He had already tried it on Tsugikuni Michikatsu: he could also read minds, locate, and communicate telepathically.
However, the subordinates he created, while completely under his control, did not turn into man-eating demons.
His blood could bring them back from death, cure all illnesses, extend their lifespan, and make them full of energy.
If it only had this effect, he’d be like Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West.
But he also possessed the power of life and death over his subordinates: if they harbored even the slightest ill intent, Makoto would sense it, and with just a thought, he could remotely erase them.
“Even so, it’s best not to directly expose the information about my blood.
Maybe I can package it.”
I’ve seen a lot of news about the Shinomiya zaibatsu lately.
I remember in the Kaguya anime, the Shinomiya head has been recuperating in Kyoto…”
“The Shinomiya Family, at the top of Japan’s hierarchy, is a good entry point.”
He was lost in thought.
Suddenly, his ear felt wet.
Something hot, damp, and soft licked inside his ear.
Immediately after, he felt a gentle nibble on his earlobe.
“Kei?”
“Makoto’s been spacing out for so long, ignoring me.”
His little girlfriend in his arms bit his ear in a huff and asked seriously: “What are you thinking about, Makoto?
Is something bothering you?
Can’t you tell me?”
“It’s nothing important.”
Meeting Kei’s worried gaze, Makoto smiled: “I was just thinking, for a man living in this world, just having money isn’t enough.”
The girl tilted her head foolishly: “Having money isn’t enough?”
In these past two months, she had been taken in by her wealthy boyfriend.
The food she ate, the place she lived, the clothes and jewelry she wore, and even her daily household expenses were things she never dared to hope for before.
She had never even imagined she would live such a life.
Kei was not a gold digger.
But she also gradually realized the importance of money.
Those high school honor students a year or two older than her, studying and doing problems day and night, and those from poor families having to squeeze in time for part-time jobs to earn tuition for cram schools—weren’t they all doing it just to get into a good university?
And once they graduate from a good university, isn’t it just to find a well-paying job?
Ultimately, isn’t work just for money?
So, calculating it this way, all the hard work starting from student days…
wasn’t it all for money in the end?
The young girl’s reasonably intelligent brain easily arrived at this superficial conclusion, which is why she didn’t quite understand her boyfriend’s words—what did he mean by “Just having money isn’t enough”?
What else could you possibly want?
“Oh, my dear Kei, your brain is just like the class system in Japan, solidified like a piece of milk candy.”
“What is that supposed to mean…”
“You should be quite smart, right?
Ah, I know!
You must have been infected with sugar by Chihaya Anon in your class!”
“What does that have to do with Anon!?”
Seeing her confused and coquettish expression, Makoto couldn’t be bothered to say anything more.
He kissed her directly.
Sweet, warm; the young girl was like a flower that had just bloomed, so soft and delicate.
A single glance.
A single gesture.
A single coquettish remark.
All could stir up a man’s desires.
A beautiful, youthful girl is indeed the most capable of wearing down a man’s energy and will.
The two hands that had neglected the girl for so long once again burrowed into a warm place.
Before long, Kei’s eyes became misty, her cute face flushed red.
Seeing that Makoto was about to have his way with her right there, she hurriedly gasped and curled her body up: “The room…
let’s go to the bedroom.”
But she didn’t know.
The way she curled her body into a ball, looking so pitiful, actually made a certain…
desire to dominate rise in Makoto’s heart!
This little thing could always unconsciously exude amazing charm.
He reached out, flipped her over, and let her lie on the sofa.
“?”
What was Kenta going to do?
Before she could ask, her nightdress was suddenly lifted up.
An extremely strange sensation assaulted those two perky cheeks, as if goosebumps were about to rise.
The sky tonight had no moon.
But on the sofa, there was an extra round, pink, trembling moon.
“W-wait…
don’t…
ngh!”
“It feels so strange…”
Kei struggled weakly on the soft sofa like a dying fish.
If the custom-made sofa hadn’t been wide enough, she might have already fallen off.
“Ah!”
The sudden chill on her body made her cry out.
…
A high-powered air conditioner was regulating the temperature in the room.
Of course, it wasn’t summer yet.
If she lost the warmth of her clothes in a wide space like the living room, she might catch a cold.
But it didn’t matter!
The heat generated by exercise could completely resist this bit of cold!
“Kei.”
Being patted, Kei reflexively and obediently arched her lower back.
“Kei, look back at me.”
“…”
Kei’s face flushed even redder; she wanted to bury her head like an ostrich, but her body had already reacted automatically.
Those big, watery purple eyes looked back at him longingly.
Her golden ponytail had come undone, spilling onto her fair, slightly sweaty back, looking just like strands of honey.
Sweet to the point of being cloying.