Beautiful

Chapter 3

"When you fed me that man...you forced yourself on me." Muzan began the morning, legs folded more comfortably, holding the small baby bump. Barely formed, just small enough to see the indent, to deem her pregnant.

"You're not an innocent woman."

She feels the give and take from the baby. It's ravenous, hungry for anything really. The first time in ages that Muzan ate real food, real cooked food.

Something prepared by Yoriichi was always perfect and amazing, even things she didn't like as a human.

"I can be." She pushes. Almost like a child eager for validation.

"You could." He agrees.

"If I do, will you stay with me." Yoriichi stays quiet, taking one of the larger bowls and filling it a combination of rice and udon. A sauce she insisted he made the exact way she instructed, something lost with history. A few human remains thrown into the mixture for 'protein' purposes. He gave the bowl for her to eat, pushing the table closer to her sunless corner.

She ate it very quickly with a spoon, humming in satisfaction with every bite of the food. Licking the spoon before she was done with a glowing smile.

"If I changed, would you accept me?"

"You can't change the nature of a predator. It will always be attracted to the scent of its natural prey."

"Well our baby will be half human. I...I want to change if it means being a mother."

"What makes it different compared to a century ago? Even three years ago, what's different between then and now." Yoriichi takes the bowl. He walks away from her, but he's still close enough to hear her.

"I've created something without almost killing it. This baby didn't need to survive my blood, or be proven to be useful to me. It's just me. It's us."

Yoriichi cleans the dishes and sets them away to dry, he leaves the food out in case the demon gets another craving in the middle of the night.

"Will you stay with me when it's born?"

"I'm not sure. I don't feel any strong desire towards you." He answers honestly. It's something she's beginning to hate about Yoriichi. He doesn't even try to lie to spare her feelings like her subordinates do. Or praise her instead of lying. He tells her exactly how he feels.

"You're a liar! You touched me, you were fueled by me! You wouldn't have laid with me if you didn't want me!" She stands and kicks the table away, only half of her strength because he stops the table with his own foot, he fixes it back to the center of the room, setting the mats around it during her fit.

"All men are drawn by desire. I did like that I made you feel good, I did like that you pulled me into you." He approached her corner, a hand coming to her chin, forcing her to look up at his taller form, accept her smallness, her submissive stature, her want to look up at him over and over until she can only close her eyes and scream.

"I like that I could make a demon feel. Every woman makes a man selfish." He bent down to meet to meet her neck, ghosting his lips over the porcelain skin. Her neck becomes her chin, almost touching her lips as he speaks." I am just a man."

"If you were just a man you wouldn't be able to impregnate me." She spoke seductively, trying to stroke his ego as her hands moves up his back. Not menacingly, but almost lovingly. She had no ulterior motive other than keeping him for herself and her future child. A husband to love.

The very humans she despised made such a strong man she both envied and loved. She's moved by him and his dedication to never fearing her.

"I have things to consider."