One Shots! [Lewd Short Stories 18+]

Daki, Upper Moon 6

From Demon Slayer|Kimetsu no Yaiba
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Shopkeeper: Warabihime-San!

Warabihime: Huh? What do you want?

A man bows down to the princess of the Entertainment District. Warabihime glares down at him in disgust, impatiently waiting for his latest report.

Shopkeeper: T-There was a man who claimed to be a "Demon Slayer..." I'm not aware of what he is referring to, but he's causing trouble across the district! We have no trace of his whereabouts, and the citizens are worried if he may come back and-

Warabihime took a step forward, causing a light shockwave to put the shopkeeper to silence. This terrified him, as he could feel a heavy pressure shread all will from his body. He felt as if he was going to die.

Warabihime: You disgust me. An ugly thing like you came to report this to me while I'm trying to work? How disgraceful. What makes you think I haven't taken care of that issue already? Go drop dead, you imp!

The room rose in silence, and the shopkeeper was shaking and sweating profusely. Fortunately for him, the powerful Oiran took a breath, walking back and sitting back down in front of her mirror, continuing on her makeup.

Warabihime: Tell the people that the issue is being taken care of and that there is nothing to worry about. That should get them off my back...

Shopkeeper: Y-Yes! U-Understood, Madam!

The shopkeeper managed to stand on his feet, feeling numb across his body but regardless leaving in a hurry. Warabihime smirked to herself as he left, the door soon closing from an obi shutting it from the side.

A few miles away in the district led a dark house only lit by the moonlight. There were three different rooms given, with one completely empty. In that room was a demon slayer. He looked up to see the demon he was captured by. That demon, one who was Warabihime Oiran, was now glaring down at the demon slayer, a hand on her hip, her eyes revealing an upper moon symbol.

Demon Slayer: Daki... Upper Moon 6, correct?

Daki: You have some nerve identifying me like that, Human.

Daki begins to pace around the room. Unlike in her Oiran disguise, Obi traveled her footsteps, flowing with her long-black hair.

Daki: You've become quite popular already, y'know? It's utterly annoying. Just gives me the better reason to kill you! However...

Daki bends down, carefully observing the demon slayer. She grabs his arm, and allowing her eyes to view his body.

Daki: Slightly colored skin... A toned and well trained body, even a mere monkey can see that through this hideous demon slayer corps shirt. Almost as tall as me, with a soft and delicate face... your eyes, multicolored... I wonder if you have any relations with Doma...?

She stands up straight, placing her hand back on her hip, laughing to herself with a sharp grin.

Daki: Your blood tastes awful, and yet you have an attractive body. What's with you? I sense no fear in you either... Do you have a death wish or something?

The demon slayer only looks up, his beautiful eyes staring lifelessly into Daki's.

Demon Slayer: I was told to accompany some demon slayers upon this mission to defeat you, but it appears they have already died. You killed them, right? Are you gonna kill me too?

Daki: Tch! kill you? Should I recall how awful your blood aches my precious lips? Your genes are disgraceful!

Demon Slayer: I see... So, what will you do?