The Touch of Hearts (MuzanxOcxGiyuu)

Temptress

As Hime stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she examined herself. She admired her pale complexion, accented by a pool of red on her cheeks. She smiled, feeling elated.

Why did she harbor such hatred for her lord Muzan? She furrowed her eyebrows as memories of their last encounter surfaced. Muzan had never failed to belittle her, bending her to his will.

A maniacal chuckle reverberated through the walls of her confined space.

A plan had been forming in her mind since that night. She wanted to make him kneel before her, beg her, desire her, need her. It wasn't as if she had any feelings for him; Muzan was an arrogant scoundrel, and she'd relish making him submit to things he never imagined doing.

She darted to her closet at an unnatural speed, perusing her most majestic dresses, but she sought something more seductive for this occasion - a way to reveal slightly more skin.
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In the blink of an eye, she was outside his doors. With a gentle flick of her finger, the door opened. As she walked in, she swayed her hips and provocatively extended one leg in front of her.

Muzan lifted his head, his blood-red eyes fixating on the intruder. Her smooth skin glowed as her tiny black dress gracefully accentuated her figure.

He narrowed his gaze, scrutinizing her as it traveled from the curve of her neckline to her face. Muzan's fists clenched when he saw her smirking red lips, seemingly amused by his reaction.

Never before had a subordinate entered his chamber in such a manner. He rolled the pen between his fingers, leaning back into his chair with narrowed eyes.

"Muzan-sama," she whispered softly as she approached, her hips swaying subtly. Her charming smile accompanied a soft chuckle.

"What do you want?" he managed to ask as she effortlessly tossed her thick, wavy hair, filling the entire chamber with a floral fragrance.

"I was thinking.. perhaps we should be civil?" She paused for a moment, overcome by a sense of déjà vu - as if she had said this before.

Eloquence and sensuality had always been her most potent weapons when dealing with men.

"Aren't we...civil?" Muzan asked as he turned toward her while she reached behind the desk where he was sitting, quite close to him. The floral scent overwhelmed his senses.

"Quite the opposite, really. I would like to spend more time here if you'll allow it. I'm growing bored being by myself. You don't let me outside or talk to other demons," she pouted, her crimson lips emphasizing her features. Muzan's gaze fell on her lips for the first time, lingering longer than necessary.

Her smoldering red eyes challenged him.

Accepted.

"Very well, you may come here whenever you wish. I will allow it," Muzan mumbled, exhaling a breath he had been holding.

"What are you working on?" she asked, examining the papers on his desk. There were numerous flowers drawn on them, accompanied by detailed descriptions.

"It's none of your concern, demon," he muttered while focusing on the papers in front of him.

She smiled.

She approached him slowly and placed her hand near his chest. Muzan glanced at her palm, then back at her face.

"Exactly, what are you doing?" He looked at her, fury in his eyes.

She carefully slid his seat back and sat on his lap, facing him, without straddling him just yet.

Gently lifting her hair away from the right side of her neck, she allowed the intoxicating scent of flowers to reach his senses. He couldn't help but inhale deeply.

"Maybe we can spend some time like this," she suggested while biting her lips, her deep crimson eyes locked onto his.

Muzan Kibutsuji had a strict rule: he never allowed his subordinates to touch him without permission, let alone sit on him.

His hands moved towards the hem of her breast and her waist, intending to lift her off his lap. However, his hands lingered as she arched her back while straddling him.

She gasped and looked into his eyes, their lips slightly parted.

"Muzan-sama," she whispered.

His lips formed a straight line as he met her gaze. A powerful wave of heat enveloped them both.

"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?" she asked, her captivating expression and alluring eyes affecting him deeply. She arched herself one more time, sensing a growing firmness beneath her.

She smirked, pleased that she had stirred his desire.

She moved closer to him. Up close, he was strikingly handsome. Indeed, he was one of the most attractive people she had ever met. However, his arrogance and pride lessened his appeal.

As she neared, she couldn't help but feel a mounting tension. Her palms extended and her hands firmly grasped his tie. Muzan was transfixed, trying to understand her actions, but whatever she was doing seemed effective.

His hands remained on her waist, lingering in place.

"You enjoy this closeness, don't you?" she whispered, a floral scent emanating from her.

Her eyes gradually closed as she moved closer to press her lips against his.

Suddenly, Nakime's biwa string twanged, interrupting their trance. She only played when there was an issue. Muzan removed his hand from her waist and Hime gracefully rose from his lap.

She strolled towards the door, leaving Muzan speechless as she flashed a mischievous grin.

"Perhaps we can continue this later," she suggested, a hint of danger lurking beneath her facade. She was toying with fire incarnate.

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Ain't no way, we left Muzan speechless. She really is a temptress 😭😭

Her seducing Muzan is a canon event (we can't intervene 😭)