'Got you…'
Exhaling a low, misty breath and opening his unwavering crimson eyes, Tanjiro's lips curled up in amusement.
"Prey is locked on, huh…" Mumbling, he gathered strength in his legs and moved swiftly. The tiles of the roof where he stood remained perfectly still as his body flashed to the roof of another mansion a few streets away. But just as he was about to dash further, he suddenly stopped. 'Hm… Why not enjoy the Entertainment District for a while? There's still a long night ahead… And since the sibling duo are still here, Muzan doesn't seem to value their lives much. Oh well, if he doesn't want them, I have no choice but to play with his discarded toys… Ha, there's no escaping tonight.'
With a thought, his body vanished from the spot.
The next instant he appeared in a silent corner of the street without a soul noticing. He stepped into the bustling crowd and easily blended in as one of many.
Roaming the streets of Yoshiwara while keeping tabs on his targets, Tanjiro passed several women in heavy makeup waving from open brothel windows. Their mastered charm, alluring scents, and body movements worked wonders on the men outside.
Tanjiro's gaze didn't linger for a second.
He found no appeal in these courtesans. Their backstories and miserable conditions had nothing to do with him, so he didn't care. Even though he felt sympathy from the original Tanjiro's influence and had enough money to buy them all out of slavery or contracts — hell, he could buy the entire Entertainment District if he wanted — for some reason it didn't interest him.
Cutting off the smells rushing into his nose consciously, he simply enjoyed his short, meaningful time there. He moved through the busy market, watched excited people, and listened to drunken bastards bickering, keeping the district full of noise and life.
As he wandered, Tanjiro ate dumplings, dango, takoyaki, and noodles without restraint. Money was no issue anymore — not after gaining the Eternal Paradise Faith's massive fortune.
'Those new doctrines… They'll change the cult inside out. Have to wait and see…' Chewing a dango, he arrived next to Tokito House, one of the three most famous brothels in Yoshiwara, and looked at the male crowd waiting in line.
'Good that I cut off my sense of smell. I really don't want to know what STDs and AIDS smell like…' Giving it one last look, he moved away, not interested in learning what the Oiran of Tokito House was like.
Oiran was the title for high-ranking courtesans in the Entertainment District. They were prostitutes, just very expensive ones. Only nobles or wealthy patrons could afford their services.
'Hm… I've got a cult full of devoted, chaste, mature girls ready to warm my bed if commanded, and there's also Shinobu to eat… Seriously, what the fuck am I doing.' He clicked his tongue, finished the dango in one bite, and sent the wooden stick flying into the sky like a missile.
Realizing he'd already spent half an hour, Tanjiro stopped dilly-dallying and prepared to finish his work here.
He jumped up and vanished toward the east, where Kyogoku House was. Upper Rank Six, Gyutaro and Daki, were there. He could sense their demonic presence from far away after locking on.
Shortly after, Tanjiro arrived next to Kyogoku House, decorated with ornaments and lanterns. A mind-soothing fragrance wafted from open windows and incense at the entrance.
'Hmm?' Stopping, he crouched on the roof. His aura and fighting spirit completely gone.
Looking ahead, he located a grand procession coming out of Kyogoku House, escorting their Oiran to the patron in a slow, flashy way. The heavy-layered kimono and golden hairpins adorned Warabihime.
He had picked up this information while roaming the streets.
Tanjiro scoffed mentally. 'Is she actually riding fat pigs for physical pleasure?'
Though he shook his head after the thought. 'No way she'd do that while her brother Gyutaro rests in her body. She's likely either eating them or forcing them unconscious to keep her identity secret… They've survived here for a long time. They know their game, huh.'
Since he couldn't attack her right now with people so close, Tanjiro began to make a plan.
'I guess I'll give the siblings a big surprise…' His lips curved into a smirk.
Then, as if sensing his thoughts, a mechanical sound rang in his mind.
[Ding!]
[𖤐 Mission: Spank Daki Hard]
[𖤐 Reward: Daki as Personal Slave]
"…"
He stared at the abrupt mission for three full seconds with a blank face. "How many spanks?" He asked subconsciously, but no answer came.
"One is fine, then." He muttered, too familiar with these sorts of missions.
'Personal slave… Slave.' The term slave was enough to make his blood boil, but if it was an Upper Rank demon as his own personal slave, that changed the story. His cock hardened in his pants just imagining it.
He licked his lips in anticipation. "This is fun."
Vanishing from his place, he appeared at the end of the street. Asking a few people about the patron receiving Warabihime's service tonight, Tanjiro learned the location and made his way there.
A grand mansion — one only high-status people could afford — came into view.
He entered like a ghost. No one noticed him walking through the halls. Gossip from servants helped him.
'A single man booked the entire mansion? For a fucking prostitute? Oh well, whatever. He might have lived the night anyway. If someone like this disappeared suddenly, it would bring unwanted trouble for the demon siblings… Although she can change her physique and become another girl, the process would be bothersome, not beneficial at all.'
Going upstairs, he entered the large room with a comfortable king-size bed, dim lighting, detailed paintings, and temptation-invoking incense burning in the corner. A middle-aged man sat drinking sake on a chair, unaware of Tanjiro's arrival. As the man tasted the expensive sake and savored the flavor bit by bit, he suddenly blacked out from a hit to the neck.
Tanjiro caught his body and threw him under the bedsheet. He needed the man's living aura — otherwise, if he took him outside, Upper Rank Six would sense the room was empty and know something was amiss. He wasn't going to release his presence either, because that would alert the siblings from far away and they'd massacre innocent people just to make him feel bad about it. So he kept the unconscious man in the room.
'Can't wait to see what expression she'll make…' Chuckling, he waited patiently.
The Oiran parade was slow for a purpose. As someone at the top of the social standing in the Entertainment District, the procession was like an uncommon ritual. As the parade moved on, people had to give respect and appreciation for the Oiran because they represented the peak of courtesans.
After exactly fifteen minutes, Warabihime finally arrived at her destination.
She looked at her procession with cold eyes before entering the mansion slowly. Her careful movements carried an allure that was hard to ignore.
She wore multiple layers of colorful clothes, with a magenta kimono inside and a white long haori over it. Her pink obi in front of her stomach covered her hands. Her long black hair was tied with multiple hairpins. Orange-to-lime-green eyes with narrow black pupils and pale skin tone made her appear as if she had come from the moon, completely captivating the servants.
"Lord patron is upstairs." A young female servant directed her with a bow.
Warabihime glanced at the servant's tender flesh and licked her lips openly. She gave her a long stare that made the young female dare not raise her head. Only a long time later did the servant straighten her sore back and notice Warabihime was gone.
Beads of sweat dripped down her back, soaking her inner clothes.
"That scared me… Are all Oiran so intense?" She mumbled before leaving hurriedly.
Upstairs.
Warabihime, or Daki, walked to the room and tilted her head in boredom. "She seemed fresh and delicious… I'll capture her later."
Sliding the door open, she noticed the human presence on the bed, deep asleep.
'…' Sleeping?
She stepped inside, looked at the sake bottle on the table and used cup… Nothing appeared out of place. Her senses weren't tingling either.
"This rotten scum dared to sleep?" Her pupils narrowed dangerously. Was something wrong with this human's head?
Even though she would have knocked him unconscious herself if he was awake, it was a very different matter when he dared to rest while she walked all the way here like a street dog.
She was an Oiran!
How dare he drink himself to sleep after ordering her to come!
Nerves bulged on her forehead.
'Do whatever you want, little sis… It doesn't concern us.' A rough voice sounded in her mind.
Daki nodded.
Although raising her rank to Oiran was frustrating, she had done it several times in the past. Cooling her impulses was far better than thinking about stupid consequences.
Her obi sash instantly slithered out from her clothes.
At that moment, behind her, a shadow dropped down from the ceiling, quietly.
There was no presence, no sound, no breathing.
Daki didn't realize a human was standing directly behind her.
Until she was reminded…
'Behind you—!!' Gyutaro shouted in her mind frantically, his body already emerging from Daki's neck.
Daki freaked out from her brother's sudden voice.
Then a powerful, overbearing pressure slammed onto her shoulders, causing her cells to tremble in fear. Her body froze and convulsed wildly.
Gyutaro's tiny pupils widened in horror.
'Shit…! He's too strong. We can't handle him. Must run…!!!' He decided almost instantly.
But before he could make a move, a grinning Tanjiro lifted both hands and, using all his strength, spanked Daki's ass in a fast, swinging motion. Her soft, fleshy butt cheeks bounced on impact and she was thrown a few meters away.
"Eeiik—!" A hysterical scream tore through her throat as she crashed heavily into the wall, sticking to it.
Gyutaro, halfway out of her neck, looked completely taken aback.
Did this bastard just spank his little sister in front of him?
Veins popped on his skin in boiling anger. "H-How dare you!! You filthy bastard!!!"