"Just as Oyakata-sama predicted… you really are a good person."
Amane smiled softly when she saw Ryuji's reaction.
And in that moment, Ryuji realized—this woman had been testing him all along.
"Please don't worry. I'm not suggesting we truly marry. My marriage with Oyakata-sama was arranged, yes, but our bond was genuine. Even if I were to remarry, I would only consider it after ten or so years of solitude… once grief and time had left me completely alone."
Amane sighed lightly.
"So you would only need to marry me in name. If you're willing, I can also betroth my daughters to you."
Her expression was solemn.
Ryuji scratched his head in confusion. He had no idea what the hell was going on anymore.
"…Why are you doing all this?"
Before he could fully finish asking, Amane suddenly dropped into a deep, formal bow—prostrating herself before him.
"Because you are a god."
"You bear the mission to save this world. As such, it is the duty of the Ubuyashiki family— leaders of the Demon Slayer Corps—and the Kamikagari family—descendants of Shinto priests—to serve you."
Ryuji blinked at the woman bowing to him and pointed to himself, confused.
"…Me? A god?"
You've got to be kidding. He'd never seen such a weak 'god' in his life.
"It's the truth. Whether by prophecy or premonition we've seen, everything points to you being divine. And if you weren't, how else can we explain your sudden arrival in this world—and the fact that this world itself has accepted you with such affection?"
Amane left out another piece of the story. After they reached the conclusion that Ryuji was a god, they attempted divinations—again and again. And each time, the answer remained the same.
Which meant that even the god they prayed to recognized the man before them—this handsome man Infront of her is indeed a god.
"Hah… this is getting ridiculous. But you know, if someone like me ends up as the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, that's basically a guaranteed disaster."
Ryuji waved a hand dismissively.
"So even if I am a god… how does that have anything to do with you insisting on marrying me?"
He genuinely could not follow their logic.
"We come from a line of priestess families," Amane said calmly. "Because of this, we sometimes glimpse fragments of the future in dreams. And the Ubuyashiki clan—through generations of intermarriage with our own—developed their own strange gift. Their intuition… evolved into a kind of prophecy."
She paused, then continued.
"Just moments ago, while fully awake, I saw several futures. And my husband felt the shift in fate as well. There's no doubt. You are a god."
"....."
Ryuji stared at her blankly.
"…So what if I am a god? Are you planning to build a shrine and start offering me sacrifices? I can't exactly bless people with long lives."
He spread his hands as he spoke, but to his surprise, Amane nodded.
"You can grant long life."
Ryuji: "???"
"In our visions, even if you don't kill Muzan Kibutsuji directly, if you adopt Kiriya as your son, he will be freed from the curse. And not just him—even the male children my daughters might bear in the future will be safe. For generations, no boy born to the Ubuyashiki women has ever lived past thirty."
"But if you become the head of the Demon Slayer Corps, everything changes. Muzan might not die in this era as originally expected—he may escape and return a century later. But in that alternate future, you will still be the key. If you take the helm, Muzan will be found and killed. Our children will be free of the curse. Our family's thousand-year fate—finally ended."
"There are other possibilities, of course. In some rare futures, you don't lead the Corps, yet Muzan still dies. But those fragments are so few… we cannot afford to gamble on them."
"That is why we are prepared to pay any price—for you to become the head of the Demon Slayer Corps."
Ryuji: "…"
He couldn't deal with this prophecy nonsense.
"You're really putting all your faith in prophecy? What about trusting your own efforts?"
But Amane only shook her head.
"We've already worked tirelessly for a thousand years. And still, the results have been… disappointing. Even now, we don't know if Muzan is still in Japan."
There was resignation in her eyes.
Kagaya had felt the same. Powerless, cornered. In the end, this was the only choice left to them—putting their faith in Ryuji.
Ryuji didn't care about wealth. He had no interest in power, secret techniques, or any of those so-called "offers." Likewise, the Ubuyashiki family had no intention of using Shinobu or Mitsuri to manipulate him into agreeing.
From Kagaya's perspective, while both girls were like family, their choices had to come with their own price.
"So you're saying… all of this is just to make me your next leader?" Ryuji asked flatly. "Why should I accept? And more importantly—don't you think it's unfair to your four daughters? Trading away their futures for the sake of one son?"
The moment he realized this wasn't some kind of sleazy setup, His resistance did soften slightly. After all, agreeing would clearly skyrocket his favorability with Shinobu, Mitsuri, Kanae, and even Kanao. Not to mention—it would also give him a solid power base for free.
But honestly, being shoved into a role like this—with a layer of moral guilt on top—left a sour taste in his mouth.
Amane bowed her head. "We know this request is unfair. That's why… if there's anything you desire, anything at all—just tell us. We will do everything we can to fulfill it."
She let out a quiet breath of relief. Ryuji hadn't outright refused—that alone was a huge step forward. Whether it was Muzan or any other threat, this would make it much easier to resolve.
And even if things fell apart… she could at least fulfill her wish as a mother—to see her child grow strong and survive.
As for calling it superstition?
In a world where souls, gods, and divine power actually existed, believing in prophecy wasn't superstition—it was logic. It was wisdom.
"Hah. I never said I agreed," Ryuji muttered, mouth twitching as he waved her off.
Amane took the hint and left quietly, without pushing further. Mitsuri lingered for a moment, hesitant, clearly wanting to resume their intimate moment. But Ryuji was already done with that topic—and too mentally exhausted to indulge—so she, too, left without another word.
"This world really is strange… calling me a god?" Ryuji squinted up at the ceiling, voice dripping with disbelief.
He didn't consider himself a god—not even close.
Still… it wouldn't hurt to ask.
Golden specks of light flared into existence above his hand—and in the next moment, a gentle, graceful beauty appeared before him.
It was Kanae Kocho, Shinobu's older sister.
"So? What did you call me out for this time?"
Kanae frowned at him. Ever since Shinobu began following Ryuji, Kanae had often witnessed her soul being pulled in and out of danger—sometimes near-death, sometimes revived by his power. It left a bad taste in her mouth.
So she was quite dissatisfied with this brother-in-law who had no compassion for women at all!
"I want to know how the dead souls think of me," Ryuji said simply. "Why do they call me a god? What are they thinking, to make decisions like this?"
He decided to be blunt.
Kanae blinked, not understanding at first. Then it clicked.
"…Because we're all willing to sacrifice anything to kill Muzan. And that price… doesn't seem so unreasonable anymore."
Her voice was filled with quiet sorrow.
"The Lord once said: 'The day the Demon Slayer Corps disbands is the day all grudges with Muzan are finally settled.' But no one expected things to turn out this way."
She began to reminisce—her tone heavy with the weight of history.
"The Corps was always small—barely 200 members. It only grew after the appearance of those strange demons. Back then, the Lord already feared spreading breathing techniques too widely. More members didn't mean more strength—just less discipline."
"And now… his fears came true."
Kanae calmly recounted the Demon Slayer Corps' decline—things Shinobu could never have seen, but Kanae, as a soul, had witnessed clearly.
So much of what was hidden from the living… could only be heard among the dead.
"Internally, the Corps was already crumbling," she continued. "The only thing keeping people loyal was the shared threat of demons. But once the invasion happened, all those barely-hidden fractures burst open."
It wasn't a unique story—just a familiar one. An organization forced to expand rapidly, dragging in people it couldn't properly train or trust. All it took was one crack—one whisper—and the whole system fell apart.
"Even with the Hashira still fighting, it's hard to imagine them continuing the hunt for Muzan. Especially now."
Kanae's once-bright expression was clouded with gloom.
"If someone strong—really strong—doesn't take charge soon, the Ubuyashiki heir is going to be crushed. He's just a child. And while we Hashira are good at slaying demons, even we can't survive a full-on rebellion from swordsmen trained in breathing techniques."
This is also the most helpless thing. They knew exactly who's responsible for the internal chaos, yet they couldn't touch them—because they may still need them."
That was the current dilemma of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Even the Hashira, while unmatched in slaying demons, lacked the will or ability to easily strike down fellow humans. With the demons seemingly gone for now, the organization's very reason for existence had started to fade. Whether demons would return—or whether the Corps could even survive until then—remained a troubling uncertainty.
The future of the Corps was uncertain.
The only viable solution now was to appoint a new leader: someone with overwhelming strength, undeniable merit, and most importantly, someone who wouldn't disband the Demon Slayer Corps before Muzan was destroyed. It had to be someone incorruptible by Muzan's temptations.
Even if Kagaya had lived longer, he couldn't have solved it.
And now, after all consideration, the only person who could possibly shoulder this burden… was Ryuji.
"So basically, you're telling me this whole thing falls apart without me?" Ryuji muttered. "And they think I'll just clean up this mess for free?"
He didn't even try to hide his irritation.
"Dump the whole broken system on me, and they don't even offer proper compensation!"
Kanae rolled her eyes at him.
"The Lord literally offered you his wife and four daughters. What more do you want?"
To her, Kagaya's offer was already incredibly generous. Between the estates, the status, and the daughters, he would gain everything—power, prestige, and legitimacy. And with Lady Amane's support, even the other Hashira would would acknowledge his status.
But Ryuji still didn't seem impressed.
"I don't care about any of that," he said flatly. "And even if his wife 'marries' me, it's not a real marriage. it's just on paper. And those four daughters? They're only eight years old! My interests lie elsewhere—specifically in older legal aged cute girls. So this deal means absolutely nothing to me."
He spoke his mind without hesitation.
If it had been a case of actually offering up a wife or daughter he could do something with, he might have been tempted. But these five? All completely off-limits.
As for Amane… well, maybe he could "steal a taste" from her now and then—but those four little girls? He won't touch them, he is not into little girls okay!
How the hell was anyone supposed to handle that?
"Hmm… I really didn't expect that to be your issue," Kanae muttered, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. "So… your only life goal is to pursue cute girls?"
"Well, I also want to get stronger," Ryuji replied, spreading his hands. "But let's be real—your Demon Slayer Corps can't help me with that either."
"..."
Kanae sighed and looked at his righteous, confident expression. She couldn't help but speak up, her tone exasperated.
"So… as long as there are enough girls around you, you'll agree to anything?"
She was truly speechless. Ryuji was the kind of man who completely defied her expectations—no, common sense itself.
"Pretty much. But only if it doesn't go against my principles. This time, the reason I refused was because it violated my belief in pure love," Ryuji said, clenching his fist with conviction.
He might have been a flirt, building a harem, enjoying affection from different girls in different ways—but in his heart, he considered himself a warrior of true love.
"..."
Kanae covered her face with her hand, sighed deeply. She finally understood. Ryuji was probably the world's biggest… pervert.
"We sisters… really are unfortunate." she muttered under her breath.
After saying that, Kanae fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. She was clearly conflicted. After all, Ryuji was such a bad guy—shameless and relentless. Her younger sister, Shinobu, had nearly been pushed to the brink more times than she could count. And every time she saw her little sister's soul almost leave her body from sheer exhaustion, she couldn't help but worry… and yet, Shinobu looked genuinely happy.
And that was what complicated Kanae's feelings. Shinobu had endured it all for her.
Shinobu had sacrificed so much for her. As her older sister, Kanae couldn't just sit by and watch anymore.
"…Then what if you had me too?"
Kanae asked softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her voice trembled slightly as her cheeks flushed with a hint of color.
"You? Are you serious?" Ryuji blinked in surprise.
Mitsuri was already undeniably his. She had made her choice, and Ryuji wouldn't dream of bargaining with someone who had already given herself to him.
But if it's Kanae…
"What else can I do? You bully my sister every day. I've seen her soul nearly leave her body more times than I want to remember. As her older sister, how could I not worry? And most importantly… she went through all of this for me. The Demon Slayer Corps is our home—mine and Shinobu's."
Kanae's expression turned serious. Her feelings toward Ryuji were… complicated, to say the least. She wasn't particularly fond of him. Sure, he had reunited her with her sister, and Shinobu had grown more emotionally stable since then. But the fact remained: her own revival had been used as the bargaining chip to gain access to her sister's body. That still left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Yet now, the truth was undeniable. Ryuji was the only one capable of saving the Demon Slayer Corps. And Kanae couldn't leave her sister to carry the burden alone.
She glanced at Ryuji's crotch—an involuntary shiver running down her spine.
That thing… was terrifyingly powerful.
Kanae had never experienced anything firsthand, but she understood enough to recognize how intense those "encounters" between Ryuji and her sister had been.
She had… watched. And what she saw was more than enough to understand how close Shinobu had come to losing consciousness on multiple occasions.
As a sister, there wasn't much she could do—except maybe try to share the burden.
Especially since Mitsuri seemed like the type to get overwhelmed very easily.
And beyond all that—how could she live happily elsewhere, marry another man, and accept the love that her sister had bought with her own suffering?
"So you're offering yourself… not as a condition, but as a personal request?"
"Something like that," Kanae replied softly.
And after everything Shinobu had endured for her, how could Kanae turn around and live a peaceful life married to someone else?
"So, you're offering yourself… to convince me to save the Corps?" Ryuji asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Something like that. But it's not an offer—it's a request. From family."
Kanae stepped closer, lifting her chin slightly as she drew near. She gently tugged at her collar, revealing her graceful neck and lovely face just inches from his. Then she slowly closed her eyes, waiting for his response.
Ryuji looked at her and shook his head softly.
The people in the Demon Slayer Corps… their obsession wasn't just with the organization. It was about Muzan—about killing him. The hatred Muzan had sown over the years had driven them all to the edge of madness.
He could already imagine it: even if he stood in front of them and demanded wives, even if he asked Lady Amane to bring her daughters and become his personal harem, they'd agree without hesitation.
Because killing Muzan mattered that much.
To them, pride, dignity, and even their own bodies were all secondary. If they could end the nightmare, end the cycle of loss, they'd give up anything.
These warriors were good people—but what truly drove them forward was grief. And vengeance.
"I guess I'm just too soft-hearted," Ryuji murmured.
He reached out to pinch Kanae's cheek lightly before planting a kiss on it.
"As for your first kiss… I'm not in a rush. Let's wait until you're fully revived, Kanae. After all, your time here is almost up."
As soon as Ryuji spoke, Kanae's body began to dissolve into gentle golden particles.
Had he chosen to kiss her earlier, he would've ended up kissing air right now.
"Hehe…" Kanae let out a playful giggle as her form faded away. She hadn't fallen in love with Ryuji—at least, not yet. But knowing they'd be living together in the future, she couldn't resist teasing him just once.
And with that, she vanished.
But he could still feel her ghost lingering nearby, though. The sensation was oddly… unsettling.
He'd grown up watching ghost movies as a kid—mostly horror. But as an adult, the movies he watched… had left him with different kinds of ideas.
"Come to think of it, can ghosts in this world interact with physical objects? Even just enough strength to push a comb would suffice..."
Ryuji mused aloud.
The ability to move a comb would translate to about the same pressure as a gentle flick of the tongue—enough for some... interesting possibilities. The rest he could handle himself, or perhaps enlist Shinobu and Mitsuri's help. But what he truly wondered was—
What would it feel like to have sex with a female ghost?
However, as if sensing his improper thoughts—or perhaps simply eager to return to her sister's side—when Ryuji activated his Observation Haki again, the room was empty. Not a single spiritual presence remained.
"How lonely..."
With nothing but cold sheets to embrace, Ryuji resigned himself to a solitary sleep, wrapping the blankets tightly around himself.
However—
In the depths of slumber, he suddenly felt a warm, fragrant body nestle into his arms. Though petite, this was unmistakably an adult woman's form—and one blessed with exceptionally generous curves.
Half-asleep, he mistook her for Shinobu. His hands moved instinctively, slipping beneath her clothes to explore those pillowy soft mounds. The way her nipples hardened under his drowsy caresses, the silkiness of her skin—it all felt intoxicatingly familiar.
He pulled her closer, his already erect length pressing insistently against the swell of her hips as he began grinding against her.
This wasn't mere self-indulgence—it was an invitation.
For a woman who'd already tasted pleasure, this wordless promise—the hot, insistent pressure against her—spoke louder than any sweet nothings ever could.
She knew exactly what that hardness was for.
Ryuji could feel her breathing grow increasingly ragged in his arms. His own drowsy arousal intensified, yet his sleep-addled mind couldn't quite surface to full consciousness, leaving his movements clumsy and uncoordinated.
All he could do was rut more insistently against those perfectly rounded curves—until suddenly, the voluptuous softness in his hands began to... shrink?
Her breasts are getting smaller?!
Ryuji's eyes flew open in alarm—just in time to feel the previously diminished mounds suddenly swell back to their original, glorious proportions in his palms.
Ryuji's eyes flew wide open as the distinctive feel of those breasts confirmed one undeniable fact—
This wasn't Shinobu or Mitsuri!
He fumbled for his phone, flooding the room with harsh light to reveal—
Nezuko!
Eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed scarlet, her rapid breaths puffing through the bamboo muzzle. Even more alarming—her entire body pulsed with unnatural heat, cycling between her adult and childlike forms. One moment her butt pressed against him with womanly curves, the next it shrank to youthful proportions.
"Since when did my bedroom become a goddamn revolving door?!" Ryuji couldn't help but complain. "If your brother finds you here, he would probably go crazy and fight me!"
Looking at Nezuko, whose clothes he had nearly stripped off, and guiltily pulled her garments back up. As he adjusted her top to cover the mysteriously fluctuating breasts, he finally snapped out of his daze and realized the most critical question:
"Wait... why is Nezuko in my room?"
Watching her rapidly changing size, Ryuji shook off his inappropriate thoughts and activated his Observation Haki.
Instantly, the world revealed its secrets to him—and so did Nezuko's condition.
Hunger.
Her body was screaming for energy, desperate to complete her transformation.
"Huh... so that's what's going on."
He patted Nezuko's head, sensing through his Observation that she was at a critical juncture. With his help, she could overcome it quickly. Without it, she'd have to endure a slow, painful process of gathering energy on her own.
"If it's energy she needs... she wouldn't actually try to eat me, right?"
He muttered, though he knew the truth—she likely needed his life force and spiritual energy. And since he was the most potent source in the Demon Slayer Corps, her seeking him out made perfect sense.
But then...
Seeing Nezuko's slightly parted lips and peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but recall a certain... genre of fantasies.
Sleeping Beauty series...
"No, no, no. That's better saved for Mitsuri. She probably wouldn't get mad. As for Nezuko... I'll just help her out a little. After all, she is a beautiful girl..."
With a kind smile, Ryuji extended his hand and generously channeled his life force and spiritual energy into Nezuko.
Why was he being so helpful all of a sudden?
Simple.
Unlike Ubuyashiki Amane—who was off-limits—
Nezuko was absolutely fair game.
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