"…"
Tatsuki could tell she wasn't just saying this on a whim.
Sigh, first there was Nami selling herself, and now here's a beautiful girl offering to marry him on the spot.
A lovely girl giving herself away—how could Tatsuki possibly refuse?
He looped an arm around Mitsuri's waist. Even though her muscle density was eight times that of an ordinary person, her waist was still slender and soft, an irresistible delight.
Tatsuki boldly kissed those vivid red lips.
"Mmph!"
Mitsuri's cheeks blushed bright pink, but she tried her best to respond with enthusiasm.
"Th-this…"
Nezuko's face flushed; she covered her eyes with both hands yet left a wide gap between her fingers, peeking through.
Kie and Tamayo also exchanged glances, each promptly looking away. Two pure wives, clearly shy about witnessing this scene.
It was quite a while before they separated.
Mitsuri's face was deep red; she gasped for air, body tingling pleasantly as she went limp against him—her plump snowy bosom rising and falling, exuding an alluring charm.
With a serious expression, Tatsuki gently lifted her chin.
"You said it yourself: from now on, you're mine."
"Yes, Tatsuki-dono."
Mitsuri leaned sweetly on him, truly having found a man who wouldn't mind her strength.
'Mom, I did it!'
Though Tatsuki somewhat considered holding a wedding ceremony just to see what it'd be like, they only had one more day left in this world. He decided to wait until another time. Besides, he wouldn't just have one wife—he'd need a super-size wedding for that. Maybe someday… a wedding that spans all the realms?
At last, Aqua finished purifying the final wandering spirit. When she opened her eyes, she couldn't hide her excitement.
"My devotees have increased by so much!"
The more believers she has, the stronger she becomes—truly a good thing. She might not have earned a huge haul of Points, but her personal gains were no less than anyone else's.
Nowadays, the Demon Slayer Corps was undergoing reform—demons were gone, but people still needed to live. Kagaya Ubuyashiki was working on integrating the Corps' talents back into society, letting them rejoin normal life.
As for the Butterfly Mansion, it still stood but had no patients anymore—Aqua's healing spells had restored them all. Now she was practically revered as one of two "deities" among the Demon Slayer Corps, the other being the man who slew Muzan: Tatsuki.
Tatsuki and Exusiai and the others spent the night in a few adjacent rooms at the Butterfly Mansion. Kanae took advantage of that time to stay with Shinobu and Kanao—talking about Shinobu's life, chatting about Kanao's. Seeing Kanao, Kanae felt gratified to sense that she'd begun displaying real vitality. From Shinobu, she learned about Tatsuki's mischievous method that sparked such changes—this made Kanae laugh with delight. Hearing Tatsuki's name, Kanao's eyes also gleamed with interest.
"Mmph!"
All of a sudden, Kanae let out a light cry amidst their cheerful banter.
"What's wrong, Big Sis? You're not feeling well?"
Shinobu grew anxious because Kanae's entire body was suddenly suffused with a rosy glow. A sultry aura emanated from her, lips clenched as though enduring something. Even Kanao displayed a flicker of concern in her gaze.
"D-don't… look at me…"
Kanae mumbled in broken speech, her eyes drifting into a daze, reason slipping away. Her hands unconsciously roamed her body, drifting ever downward.
"!"
In Shinobu's mortified flush and Kanao's puzzled stare, Kanae, right before both of them… carried out a round of, let's say, an intimate self-demonstration.
Only by the next evening had everyone finished enjoying themselves to the fullest, and it was time to depart. Oddly enough, Kanae and Mitsuri Kanroji hadn't come out to say goodbye.
"We're leaving," Tatsuki said. Everyone took turns with their farewells, preparing to return to their own worlds. Exusiai and the others vanished in turn.
Tatsuki, too, took Nezuko, Kie, and Tamayo by the hand. He wasn't sure whether the chat group would allow them to cross worlds, so this was just in case.
"Nezuko! Mom! Be happy!"
Tanjiro's large eyes brimmed with tears.
"Don't worry, Tanjiro. I'll take care of them. If there's a chance, I'll bring them to see you again."
With that promise to the kindhearted boy, Tatsuki disappeared under the thankful gazes of onlookers—along with Nezuko, Kie, and Tamayo.
"…"
At the Butterfly Mansion, Kanao's hand tightened slightly around Shinobu's. Shinobu offered a wry smile—Kanao clearly cared about Tatsuki a lot.
"He'll come back," Shinobu murmured. "My sister is still with him, after all. I don't think he's that heartless."
Recalling what her sister had done last night, Shinobu's neck instantly warmed with fresh red. 'Big Sis, doing that in front of me and Kanao?!'
Then, with a blanket over her head, she delivered an excruciating demostration. It was all so bizarre…
…
Tatsuki returned to his own room, accompanied by three women who gazed curiously around at the modern décor utterly foreign to their era.
Time hadn't changed; it was still night.
After considering briefly, Tatsuki said, "Why don't the three of you take my bed? I'll make do on the sofa for one night. Right now, I don't have extra blankets."
The trio exchanged glances, feeling that such an arrangement was inappropriate. "But you're our master—how could we possibly do that?"
Tatsuki blinked, half-joking. "Then… how about we sleep together?"
"…"
To his surprise, all three gave a near-silent nod, like timid mosquitoes.
…
His bed was plenty big—enough for five. Nonetheless, with so many pretty girls by his side all of a sudden, it was somewhat challenging to keep composure—especially since Kie and Tamayo faced him directly, their gentle breath puffing softly against his cheek, stirring heart and mind. In such circumstances, the best tactic was to shift focus.
So Tatsuki opened the chat group.
There was an @ from Shinobu.
Shinobu Kocho: "Tatsuki, Tatsuki-kun, I beg you… please take good care of my sister."
Tatsuki: "Of course. She's my blade spirit now."
March 7th: "Blade spirit? What's that?"
Tatsuki: "Well, Shinobu's sister's spirit merged with my Zanpakuto, so she's become a blade spirit."
March 7th: "Ah? How amazing!"
Saeko Busujima: "Is Shinobu's sister pretty?"
Tatsuki: "Very. She's as beautiful as Shinobu."
Shinobu Kocho: "…"
Shinobu pursed her lips—those words felt complicated. Her sister, in communion with Tatsuki's thoughts, had sensed Tatsuki's nighttime condition the night before, which led to a wave of uncontrollable pleasure.
In front of Shinobu and Kanao, she'd done that.
Now Shinobu sat at Mitsuri's bedside. Mitsuri lay there asleep, limp and exhausted, the air thick with a lingering aura that stirred the senses. The outcome was obvious. As for the man in question? There was only Tatsuki. He was the lone man in the Butterfly Mansion, and this was the very room Shinobu had arranged for him.
Recalling her sister's link with Tatsuki, Shinobu's feelings were indescribably tangled.
Exusiai: "Oh my? Then what about Mitsuri Kanroji?"
Tatsuki: "…"
'Aah…right.' He remembered. Exusiai had been sleeping in the next room over last night, in these old-fashioned houses with thin walls… the sound insulation was apparently not so great…