Horne felt the predatory hunger to devour human flesh vanish entirely from his cells, his demonic blood greedily absorbing the refined nutrients he provided.
Their dynamic had fundamentally evolved from a parasitic curse into a true symbiosis.
Demon blood was, at its core, the cellular essence of Muzan Kibutsuji—living bio-nanites under his supreme control.
Yet having undergone multiple evolutionary leaps inside Horne, this blood was no longer Muzan’s.
Any demon cells that had survived that direct blast of solar Ripple energy had undergone brutal natural selection.
The blood of Lower Moon Five couldn’t compete with the dominant strain running through Horne’s veins.
Consequently, Lower Five’s essence had been devoured, assimilated, and repurposed as pure fuel.
Now, to survive within his body, this evolved demon blood willingly accepted the specialized nourishment Horne processed for it.
Survival of the fittest: from parasitic worms seeking to hijack Horne’s consciousness, they had been beaten down by Ripple energy into obedient symbiotes that lived and died by Horne’s command.
“I did it!
Shinobu, I fucking did it!!”
Overjoyed, Horne pulled Shinobu into a deep, passionate kiss; she didn’t pull away, parting her lips as their tongues tangled and danced in feverish lust.
Their saliva blended together, swapping moisture in a messy, breathless embrace.
They kissed until Shinobu’s tongue grew numb before their lips reluctantly parted, a glistening silver strand of spit connecting their mouths.
They gazed into each other’s eyes in breathless silence, no words needed.
Horne’s long, prehensile demon tongue trailed down her jawline, roaming across every inch of Shinobu’s trembling skin.
From her slender neck down to her sensitive inner thighs, he licked and tasted every forbidden crevice.
The wet, scorching, textured friction of his tongue grazing her skin sent waves of toe-curling euphoria washing through Shinobu’s body.
It poured gasoline onto the roaring fire burning between her thighs.
Glancing down at the towering, vein-ridged iron rod throbbing against her hip, she whispered breathlessly:
“Keeping it bottled up must be agonizing…
let me take care of it for you.”
Shinobu knelt between his thighs, cradling Horne against her chest as he nursed on her breast and fondled her lush curves.
Meanwhile, her slender hands wrapped around his massive, pulsing shaft, stroking the velvet length up and down.
Though clumsy at first, she quickly found her rhythm under Horne’s vocal encouragement.
Her soft, delicate palms gripped his thick girth with exquisite pressure.
Massaging the flared head, rolling his heavy balls, stroking the sensitive ridge—such tender, devoted worship brought Horne the most sublime pleasure he had experienced since transmigrating.
Not to mention he was simultaneously drinking sweet, warm breast milk while squeezing two soft, bouncy pillows of flesh.
Having held back his ammunition for so long, Horne felt the dam inside him crumbling under Shinobu’s gentle strokes.
“Shinobu, lie flat!”
Horne pulled back, standing over her as his massive cock erupted, unleashing an apocalyptic volley of thick, boiling cum directly across her body.
He painted her from her perky breasts down to her stomach and thighs in dense, pearlescent ropes of semen, coating her like a thick layer of body wash.
(Whew~ What a massive load…
and with this demon biology, I can generate infinite rounds whenever I want.
(As long as I conquer the sun, this demonic body is god-tier.)
“Shinobu, this stuff is loaded with concentrated bio-nutrients—don’t let a drop go to waste.”
Horne grinned, his iron rod still standing at full, unyielding attention.
All through the night, the two engaged in furious, sweaty lovemaking, their wet, passionate moans and the heavy slapping of skin echoing through the wooden shed until dawn.
The next morning, a Kasugai crow arrived with urgent instructions from Kagaya Ubuyashiki.
“Horne!
Gyomei successfully manifested the Crimson Blade!!
“And the Master wishes to meet you in person!!”
Beaming with excitement, Shinobu threw her arms around Horne, smothering his face directly between her lush, heavy tits.
Horne wore a smug grin that said everything was proceeding according to plan; with the backing of the Demon Slayer Corps, his logistics and resources were secured.
Guided by the Kakushi logistics unit, Horne was blindfolded and carried through winding, labyrinthine mountain paths inside a shaded sedan chair to shield him from the sun, eventually arriving at the Corps headquarters.
The Ubuyashiki estate was vast and sprawling, reflecting the immense wealth and industrial influence behind the organization.
The perimeter was blanketed in dense groves of purple wisteria, repelling ordinary demons from ever drawing near.
To Horne, of course, wisteria toxins were utterly useless now.
Greeting Horne at the entrance was none other than Kagaya Ubuyashiki’s wife, Amane Ubuyashiki.
With flawless, porcelain-white skin and snow-white hair, this ethereal noblewoman possessed the breathtaking beauty of an immortal fairy.
Even her daughters shared the same divine genetics; the moment Horne laid eyes on her, he vowed to claim her for his harem—a decadent mother-daughter feast for the ages.
Since he had arrived for formal diplomacy, Horne had shifted into his imposing battle form.
Standing nearly seven feet tall with the physique of a chiseled marble deity, he looked down at the petite, five-foot Amane, predatory lust gleaming in his eyes.
A flicker of primal dread crossed Amane’s composure.
Sensing that his demonic stature was causing misunderstandings, Horne cleared his throat and offered a blunt explanation:
“Lady Amane, please don’t mistake my gaze: I was admiring you with raw, unadulterated lust as a virile man.
“It wasn’t a demon’s appetite for meat, but a man’s sexual desire for a gorgeous woman.
Do you understand, my lady?
“In fact, as of last night, I permanently cured my cannibalistic hunger.
“I have no need to eat human flesh or drink human blood—I only require human breast milk to thrive.
“Which makes me wonder, Lady Amane…
would you be generous enough to let me sample your sweet breast milk sometime?”
That outrageous proposition fried Amane’s mental circuits completely; after standing frozen in stunned silence, she managed a stiff, awkward chuckle.
“Ah…
haha…
Mr.
Horne certainly possesses a unique sense of humor.
“Please follow me; my husband is eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
Just like that, Horne smoothly demoted himself from a terrifying, flesh-eating monster into an unapologetic, shameless pervert.
Horne was escorted before Kagaya Ubuyashiki.
Ravaged by the hereditary curse, the upper half of Kagaya’s face was horribly disfigured, his eyes completely blind, with little time left to live.
Yet despite his frail frame, he radiated the serene, majestic charisma of a true leader.
To accommodate Horne, the meeting was arranged in a dim room completely sheltered from the sun.
“Mr.
Horne, we finally meet.
Please, have a seat!”
Kagaya greeted him warmly, and Horne sat cross-legged onto a cushion.
“Brother Kagaya, let’s drop the formal pleasantries.
“When it comes to serious business, I despise beating around the bush; I prefer blunt reality.
“Let me ask you straight: do you want to eradicate Muzan Kibutsuji once and for all?”
Horne asked.
“More than anything in this world.
Every waking second, I dream of it.
Please, Brother Horne, show us the path.”
Seeing Horne address him as a brother, Kagaya matched his tone without hesitation.
“Hunting Muzan is a nightmare, primarily because that spineless bastard lacks a single bone in his body—if his life is threatened, he’ll gladly scurry under a rock and hide for a century.
“Fortunately, I possess the means to lure him out into the open, and I hold critical tactical intelligence.
“However, this information doesn’t come free.
Even though you and I share an irreconcilable blood feud with that cowardly worm…
“That doesn’t mean I’m running a charity.
“I have to plan for my life after Muzan is dead and buried, which means securing substantial political and material capital for my future.
“I trust you understand where I’m coming from, Brother Kagaya.”
Horne spoke with cold, pragmatic realism.
In the JoJo universe, he didn’t need to demand compensation because he knew Joseph and the Speedwagon Foundation would have his back forever.
In this world, however, no such safety net existed; he needed the Demon Slayer Corps to serve as his political apparatus.
Once Muzan was put in the dirt, Horne intended to usurp the Japanese Emperor’s throne, rewrite the course of history across the upcoming World Wars, and establish an earthly paradise as its supreme sovereign.