𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✓ | Muzan X Reader X Giyuu

56. Exchanges

"Where are you taking me?"

As you chirped behind Muzan, your husband silently held tight onto your hand, not letting go as he brought you through the crowd in Tokyo's nighttime markets.

While Muzan and Giyuu have somehow agreed that your transformation into a demon would keep you alive, you were the only one who appeared to harbor any sort of apprehension towards the idea.

The decision to also agree would feel like a betrayal to yourself and your own morals.

So, to take your mind off the anxiety, Muzan had suggested a walk through one of Tokyo's main squares, now illuminated by paper lanterns and fairy lights from storefronts and buildings.

Yet, you only felt more nervous.

Staying mostly silent, your husband didn't once let you stop by a shop or marvel at new art displays.

His true motive, it seemed, was to lead you forward for an inexhaustible period of time.

His eyes, though, returned to your face every few seconds, their expression speculative as he seemingly sought for your reaction.

While you fidgeted nervously with the obijime wrapped around your kimono sash, he would bring you around one corner followed by another until you were sure you were simply walking around circles.

That couldn't be the case, however, since the crowd's bustle sounded further and further away as the new path grew darker.

When Muzan eventually stopped, you realized suddenly where you were.

This was...an alleyway.

Oh.

Oh.

Remembering that Muzan had kept a little promise, you immediately pointed an accusing finger at your husband.

"Aha! I see where this is going, you dirty dog."

So, this was his ultimate plan for stress relief, huh?

Eyes narrowed but crinkled from an arrogant grin, you then huffed.

"You're unbelievable, really," you continued. "Could you have been any more obvious in your true reason for bringing me here?"

Just for show, you folded your across your chest, scoffing in disbelief and exasperation when you were really trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Muzan didn't comment further.

Rather, his plum-red eyes slipped closed as though he appeared to be concentrating...concentrating on something.

You smirked, knowing that your womanly charms were strong enough to tempt even the demon lord.

Men were such simple creatures indeed.

"Well," you started.

Batting your lashes profusely, you brought a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Then, you closed your eyes, knowing that your husband was an absolute monster in the sheets and most definitely the streets.

"If you so insist," you sighed, doing your best to hide your giddy grin. "Let's get things going."

"Can I get a lick of you first, beautiful?"

Wait.

That wasn't Muzan's voice.

When your eyes flew open in surprise, you are met face-to-face with rainbow-palette eyes.

An amusement that you were too familiar with blazed between the colors.