Chapter 18 🔞

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They were all just as shocked, their eyes slowly growing judgemental towards the man at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly standing up as he wipes the blood running down his nose. He yelps at the sight of the demon slayers glaring at him. Before he could turn around and run away Obanai had pinned him to the ground, "I will hand you over the police. Resist and you will be punished."

"To the police?--" I was to protest, but Gyomei pulled me into his arms. His way of shutting me up.

"I need you to listen to me." He says next to my ears, with arms wrapped around my body tightly, "Let the police handle it. I don't want you to dirty your hands with the blood of other people. Trust me, the time will come, and let karma do the dirty job. Okay? You're a demon slayer, Hamito, not a human slayer, remember that."

His words and embrace were enough to calm me down. I have a distressed sigh, glancing back at the man as Sanemi and Obanai escort him out. I gaze back at Gyomei. He was right, but at the same time, I didn't want to let that man live and survive.

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Instead of returning to Shinobu's clinic, I went straight back to my room. I seemed to have overexerted myself with an earlier incident; my head was aching. I lay down on my bed as Gyomei closed the door and locked it before he went on to lay beside me.

"You were so hot earlier."

"What?" I turn in confusion.

"When you grabbed that man by the collar, headbutted him, then kicked him in the groin." Gyomei chuckled teasingly, enjoying the way my cheeks heat up

"Well, he deserved it."

"That's true." He reaches out towards me, pulling my body against his carefully so as not to irritate my injuries. He gently rubs his thumb against the patch on my shoulder in a soothing motion.

"I missed holding you like this." He says, nuzzling his nose on the top of my head. Taking in my scent.

"Yeah, it's been a while since we got to be together-- Are you fucking hard right now?"

"You just smell so good." He chuckles.

"I smell like burnt rice."

"Really? Let me taste this burnt rice in front of me." He pulled my chin up and firmly pressed his lips against mine. I felt the heat rising with the tension in the air. I let myself melt into his kiss as he props himself on top of me, knees on each side of my waist he fills my mouth with his tongue while caressing my body as soft as the clouds.

He pulls away, licking his lip, "You taste more like a sweet honey than a burnt rice."

"Are we gonna do this now...?" I ask concern in my voice.

"If that's fine with you we can do this another time when you feel more comfortable from your injuries. But if you will let me, you don't have to do anything, just let out your moans and feel good." The tips of his fingers trail up my body, pulling up my shirt. Exposing my skin to his wet kisses.

I muffled a moan, whimpering underneath his touch, "Okay... just be gentle."

"I'll try." He smirks as he pulls my pants down and spreads my legs open. Connecting his face with my pussy with no hesitation. His tongue enters me, licking and teasing against my sensitive walls.

I reach down with my right hand and grab a fistful of his hair, pushing his head down more. He hums against my body, the vibration sending a shockwave inside me. He pulls his face away, then inserts two fingers inside me. I writhe as he spreads his fingers, spreading my wet walls along with his movements. He began thrusting his finger in and out of me at a slow pace as he pressed his lips against me once more.

"I feel so good~" I moan, breathless and panting, nearing to find my release as I arch my back.

"Already cumming? We just barely started." He teases me while he continues to finger me with one hand; his other hand goes down to pull out his erect cock and pleasure himself at the same time.

It's going to be a long night.

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A nightmare haunts me once more. Replaying the memory of the last time I was with my parents, arguing, yelling at each other... Dad pushed me to the floor, wrapping his hands around my neck, and choked me. I reached out for one of his empty beer bottles and smashed it across his face. Breaking it into half. It was just a broken beer bottle for him, but for me, it was a weapon with dangerous spikes...

Before I realized it I had stabbed him and my mother, blood spilled over my clothes and hands. Their screams had taken the attention of neighbors. Before they barged into the house, I had escaped from the same window I did all those time ago, and ironicall,y, for the same reason, I ran away for my life.

When I woke up gasping for deep breaths, I woke Gyomei as well.

"Hamito?" He asks, caressing my face before pulling me to sit up with him.

I relax from his touch as I realize it is just a dream; I have a relieved sigh, "I... keep having nightmares..."

"What's it about? Tell me... Please..."

I sit up, setting a hand on my cheek, "...I was living the moment I killed my... parents."

His arms around me pulled me tighter, imagining the emotions I felt. He tried to guess that it was guilt eating me out.

"You had to do what you needed to do." He says.

I shake my head slowly, "Every day, in the back of my mind I think. Maybe nothing would've happened if I didn't run away, maybe my siblings wouldn't have died... perhaps the reason why my parents locked us in was to keep the danger out."

"You're blaming yourself with things that aren't true." He says in a serious tone, "You didn't cause the death of your Hami and Mito. The demon did. I swear in God's name as well that I will protect you from any demon that comes to harm you. I... will end everything once and for all. Muzan Kibutsuji will end in our era."

My heart was squeezed by the love he kept on giving me. Like a moth drawn to a flane, my arms snake around his torso as I nuzzle my face on his neck. Inhaling in his musky, wisteria-like scent.

"You're right." I exclaim, "Thank you..."

He pulls me back on the bed, gently rubbing his hand on my thighs, "Good. Let's go back to sleep."

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Morning rose, Gyomei awakes to an unconscious Hamito who does not budge no matter how much he shakes her. Her body was drenched in sweat and her injured shoulder had bled through its bandages. Though her heartbeat was there, it was... fading.

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