Capítulo 11: Demon King Of Rizz
"Ahhh! You wanted blood from fresh corpses?" Hatsumi's eyes widened as she realized she might have taken a more... direct approach to getting the blood.
"..." Muzan just stared at her, processing what she had just said.
"Was I not supposed to kill people?" Hatsumi asked in a low voice, her tone soft and almost innocent, which, to be honest, made her look really cute. Her big, wide eyes added to the effect.
Muzan's face displayed a strange expression, but inside, he was thrilled. He finally found a true psychopath... and a yandere, no less!
He was planning to recreate the demon race in this life, so of course, he was going to make Hatsumi a demon too. There was something about her—a certain vibe that made her incredibly likeable, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
But he wasn't going to turn her into a demon just yet. He needed to do some research and experiments first to make sure no demon could break free from his control this time.
Like Tamayo and Nezuko did. This time, he'd create a race of demons that were essentially his slaves.
"No... You did great," Muzan finally said, patting Hatsumi on the head. Her face turned a little red from embarrassment, but she didn't move away or try to stop him.
He was patting her like she was his pet or something. Classic Muzan.
When he finally stopped, Hatsumi spoke up, "But Muzan-sama, do you really need so much blood?"
Hatsumi was genuinely curious about why Muzan wanted so much blood, though it wasn't really a big deal for her to get it.
Her clan ran hospitals in various cities, where people could get medical treatment, so it was easy for her. All she had to do was visit one of her clan's hospitals, use her authority, and, well... kill people to get what Muzan-sama wanted.
And, just so you know, she's literally obsessed with Muzan. If he asked her to get the blood of an entire city, she would do it without hesitation.
Yeah, she's a psychopath—a hot and sexy one at that.
"I need it for, uhhh... something special," Muzan said after a brief pause. He wasn't about to tell her straight out that he needed it for drinking.
"I see," Hatsumi replied, her tone completely flat, not showing any other emotions. At this point, she didn't really care what Muzan would do with the blood, as long as it made him happy.
"Oh! And Hatsumi, we need to go somewhere tomorrow, so you should go pack your things," Muzan said abruptly.
He then flopped down onto his bed with a casual, almost indifferent manner, his body sinking into the plush cushions as if he had no worries in the world.
An imaginary question mark seemed to appear above Hatsumi's head. She tilted it slightly and looked at Muzan with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of his sudden announcement.
"What do you mean, Muzan-sama?" She asked, her eyes locked onto his with a blend of curiosity and concern.
"Hmmm... My father told me I have to attend a meeting hosted by the imperial family in the imperial capital tomorrow,"
Muzan replied, closing his eyes and shifting his gaze away from Hatsumi. He was too lazy to maintain eye contact at that moment, his tone as relaxed as his posture.
Now, you might be wondering why Hatsumi has to accompany Muzan. It's all for the plot—just kidding!
Actually, she's assigned to take care of Muzan every single day of the year, following him wherever he goes. And she gets paid a huge amount of gold for this.
So, it makes sense for her to travel to the imperial capital with him. Plus, you could say Muzan's bringing her along to avoid any suspicions.
"Oh! I se-!" Hatsumi started to say the usual "I see!" but suddenly stopped. She stared at Muzan for a moment, her face morphing into a mix of confusion, anger, and concern.
Then she burst out, raising her voice but keeping it controlled, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? YOUR FATHER IS SENDING YOU THAT FAR!!! YOU'RE NOT EVEN COMPLETELY HEALED YET!"
"Yeah... and stop yelling. There's nothing we can do," Muzan said, echoing a famous Napoleon meme line, his eyes still closed as he remained completely unfazed.
"BU-" Hatsumi began to protest but was cut off by Muzan's stern gaze. She gulped down her words, realizing it wasn't worth continuing the argument.
"Then I shall take my leave and prepare for tomorrow, Muzan-sama," she said, her voice resolute as she turned to exit the room, leaving Muzan alone on the bed.
As Hatsumi walked away from Muzan's quarters, her mind was filled with a torrent of curse words. "FUCKING OLD MAN! MAKING MUZAN-SAMA OVERWORK HIMSELF!"
she fumed inwardly, cursing Muzan's father as if he were the root cause of the world's impending doom or misery.
{A/N: She ain't wrong though.}
"I wanted to get fucked by Muzan-sama today! UGH! My bad luck," Hatsumi muttered to herself as she walked away. She tried to calm down, clearly frustrated that her plans to get intimate with Muzan didn't pan out.
After all, he was the demon king of rizz.
Meanwhile, Muzan was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. A smirk slowly spread across his face as he contemplated his next move.
"Let's see... Should I start with overthrowing this entire empire first? Or Maybe even better I should make these humans kill each like like ants" he mused, already plotting his first scheme.
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{A/N: Author here... Just a quick note: "Give me comments or your dick will reduce by 5 inches." That's all, thank you!}
And now, which waifu should we target next?
Mitsuri's ancestor {Who looks like her and has the same personality}
Kanae's ancestor {Who looks like her and has the same personality}
Shinobu's ancestor {Who looks like her and has the same personality (Optional)}
These three are going to be part of the harem... maybe! Great readers, feel free to add any suggestions for this humble author to draw inspiration from. I'd be very grateful!
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