Marrying the last boss was not in my life plan.
𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.
At the threat I could only stare at the demon lord in disbelief.
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 �...
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Miyuki's POV
The next day, I woke up and took a long bath, trying to soothe the exhaustion from being mercilessly having my life force sucked away again and again.
Wrapped in my robe, I stepped out and began drying my hair. As I reached for my dress from the cupboard, I heard a commotion outside.
"No, no, you can't go in there," Kiyo protested and I groaned, "Who is it today?"
"Miyuki-sama is not able to get out yet—" Sumi's voice started, but then my door burst open and I turned back to look at the disturbance.
Standing in the doorway was a tall man, so tall I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. "You... you passed the test to become a Hashira, right?" Tengen asked, his voice deep and resonant.
Still groggy, I blinked at him. "Hm? I rejected it," I replied, my voice tinged with sleepiness.
Without a word, Tengen approached me, "What are you doing?" Before I could react, he scooped me up and slung me over his shoulder effortlessly.
"You—what are you doing?" I demanded, my face flushed with surprise and indignation.
Tengen grinned mischievously and slapped my ass, "Aaah?!" Ignoring my protests. "You've got good child-bearing hips," he commented nonchalantly.
"You bastard!" I shrieked, smacking his head as I struggled against his hold, "Let me go!" He barely flinched, but I kept hitting him anyway, more out of frustration than anything else.
"I need you for a mission. It's urgent," Tengen said, his tone suddenly serious. The shift in his voice caught me off guard, and I stopped mid-swing, my hand hovering in the air.
I blinked, the anger draining from me as I registered his words. "Urgent, huh?" I muttered, lowering my arm, my mind now focused on the task ahead.
I sighed, realizing resistance was futile against someone as strong as Tengen. "Fine, but can you at least let me change first?" I asked, trying to keep my robe from slipping.
He paused for a moment, looking me up and down like I was some sort of prized catch. "Nah, no need. It's fine," he insisted, walking away with me in tow.
"No, no matter how you see it, it's not!" I said, exasperated.
Tengen continued on, carrying me with ease as we made our way to wherever we were going. "I don't like going like this.." I muttered under my breath.
"Relax, you'll be the most fashionable person there," he said with a wink, as if dragging me around in my robe was the most normal thing in the world.
I groaned, flopping my head against his shoulder. "I swear, if this ends up on the front page of the Corps' gossip column, I am killing you!"
Tengen chuckled, his laugh booming through the hallway. "Deal. But only if you promise to let me pick out the outfits."
I couldn't help but shake my head at his ridiculousness, knowing full well I'd probably end up in something even more outrageous.
