Translations

The Husband of the Demon King ||Muzdou||(+18)

Douma greeted his last student after he left with his mother and yawned tiredly, closing his eyes. "What a day." He opened his eyes again, smiling happily when he saw the sunset and approached his bike. He was about to go up when he received a call. -Hello Michi!-

-Hello my love, how was it?-

-Very good, although a little tiring, the children were intense today.- He knelt, resting the cell phone between his shoulder and his cheek and unlocked the lock on his bike.

-That's why I don't plan to have children. Listen, I'm going to be a little late, I have to attend to some business with the boys.- -No problem Michi, I'll leave dinner in the microwave for you when you arrive.- She knew that her lover didn't do very legal things to earn a living, but knowing that he was a good person was enough for him.

-Thank you my love, you are an angel. I'll see you at night, but if you get sleepy go to sleep, don't wait for me.-

-Of course love, but if you arrive and I'm still awake I won't complain if we pamper ourselves a little.- He smiled somewhat mischievously with a faint blush.

I clear my throat. -Of course my Dou, if you're awake I'm going to fill you with pampering. Put on what I gave you last time, you looked very sexy.-

The blush was now intense and covered the teacher's entire face and ears. -S- Of course my love, m-I'm going to make myself pretty for you.-

-You are always cute.-

A squeal of shame escaped the long-haired one and a giggle from the pigtailed one. -S-See you at night! I-I love you Michi!- He sent a kiss to the oldest.

-I love you more Douma.- A kiss was heard and then the oldest cut the call.

The silver-haired man sighed with a silly smile and removed the lock from his bike, standing up.

While he was putting the lock in his backpack, he tensed when he felt a hug from behind where he felt two hands on his pectorals and a lump attached to his butt, however, when he turned back there was no one, a fact that made him pale. -F-Fucking ghost, s-stop fucking around.-

He turned to the front closing his backpack and placed one handle on his arm, pulling the backpack back while he placed the second handle on his other arm.

When Douma carried the backpack back, he hit Muzan hard on the shoulder with it, causing him to fall to the ground. -Fuck

What the hell is that backpack carrying? "It looks like a fucking dumbbell." The demon king complained, standing up and then got on the bike behind the human, taking the opportunity to smell the back of his neck. -Because of this sweet aroma I can put up with all the backpacks that come.- He whispered in a hoarse voice, closing his eyes. Douma began to pedal calmly, humming a song with a silly smile looking at the sunset. -Oh my Koku, you're always late getting home from work. I just hope you're not in trouble.- He sighed sadly and his gaze returned to the front. -And to think that because today was Friday I was going to prepare your favorite food. But hey, I'll look pretty for when you get back.-

Muzan listened to the human carefully and upon hearing him sigh sadly, he kissed the back of his neck, feeling him shudder. -Relax kid, I'm never going to leave you alone when I take you with me. Let's see what your boyfriend is doing.- He got off the bicycle and teleported to Kokushibo.

The black-haired man with red tips was smoking with a machete in his hand, coldly watching a black-haired man with blue eyes tied to a chair. -Tell me to my face what you said to my boyfriend through

comments on Instagram if you have balls, you fucking jerk.-

"I-It was just a stupid comment, I-I swear." The man stammered in terror. thirty something.