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 �...
A/N: I couldn't decide between these two gems, so behold—you're getting both! Double the trouble, double the fun! ⚠️Warning, boobs⚠️
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I entered the room, and there he was, sitting with one leg folded, revealing a glimpse of his thigh through the kimono, the other leg extended.
A/N: She blushed.
"How can I serve you, my lord?" I asked with a composed smirk sitting opposite to him. Muzan was taken aback but then smiled to himself, as if thinking, so we're doing it this way?
"How many years of experience do you have in this business?" Muzan asked, playing along with my facade. "More than I wish to count," I replied, settling down and pouring him some sake.
"How many men have you left breathless?" he asked, taking the sake cup from my hand. His nails lightly grazed my arm as he did, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.
"Only one..." I whispered, and he chuckled.
"Then I must be the luckiest man alive." Muzan's eyes roved over my figure appreciatively. "It tastes exquisite," he said, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
Muzan leaned closer, his fingers trailing down my arm, giving me chills. "Your skin is like silk," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.
His other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me slightly closer. "Muzan... stop teasing already." I blushed deeper, my heart racing.
Muzan's fingers continued their slow, deliberate path, grazing the curve of my neck. "I wonder," he said softly, his lips brushing against my ear, "if you feel as good as you look."
"Only one way to find out," I whispered back, daring him with my eyes.
His smile widened, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to make me gasp. "Indeed, your dress looks gorgeous on you," his voice a low, seductive rumble that promised more than just words.
She blushed slightly, murmuring, "Thank yo—"
"Strip," Muzan cuts me off abruptly, his tone commanding.
