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Unforgiving Affections

Normal's POV

The next day, Miyuki hadn't woken up from her slumber in the morning, missing the important meeting with Uzui. "Where is she?" Uzui fumed at Zenitsu, who was also staying at the same brothel. 

Zenitsu shivered, explaining, "A customer came yesterday and bought her for the night. She's all spent and exhausted."

Uzui scoffed, "I told her this would happen." He turned to the three boys in disguise. "There's something wrong with this house. Dig deeper and find out what's going on. And when Miyuki wakes up, tell her to reach out to me."

As Zenitsu returned to his house, he saw a man in a kimono arguing with the chaperone. "We don't take anyone in the day timings" the chaperone insisted.

"I'll pay twice what I paid yesterday," the man, unknown to Zenitsu as the demon lord Muzan, replied.

The chaperone hesitated, nearly agreeing to the deal, but refused remembering all the bite marks and bruises on her. "I can't. I was the one who cleaned Miyuki up after last night. She's exhausted."

"I assure you, I haven't done anything without Miyuki's consent and I never will." Muzan's expression hardened, but he kept his voice smooth.

Zenitsu intervened, "Let her rest."

Muzan scrutinized the young man, his gaze cold and calculating. "Who are you to interfere?" he asked.

Zenitsu stood his ground, though his knees were trembling. "I'm her friend. She needs to recover."

Muzan's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing more, turning away and left. 

But actually he went behind the house, moving stealthily through the brothel, finding his way to Miyuki's bedroom. 

He slipped inside, chuckling softly as he saw her sleeping surrounded by an unusual amount of pillows for her hands and legs.

He closed the door quietly and approached her, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. He sighed, letting himself relax, the scars on his body revealing new wounds from the sun's attack. 

His breathing was uneven as he caressed Miyuki's cheeks. "Wake up," he murmured, his voice tinged with desperation. "I won't be able to hold on much longer." 

Miyuki stirred, her eyes fluttering open after a few hours. "Muzan?" she whispered, her voice groggy and he smiled, "Yes, it's me,"

Miyuki's POV

I woke up to see a blurry figure, the bright sun setting outside casting a golden hue through the covered curtains. 

"M-Muzan..." I whispered, grabbing the hand caressing my cheek. He smiled, a soft yet wicked curve to his lips. "Yes, it's me."

As I attempted to sit up, he pushed me back down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. 

"Anngh!" I yelped into his mouth as he bit my tongue, drinking deeply of my blood, healing his wounds. I lay back, dazed, as he began stripping me again. "You!! You'll kill me like this."

I tried to turn away, but he seized my hips, pulling me against him. "Forgive me, I'll bear all your curses, just let me have you now," Muzan murmured desperately. 

He thrust into me, rough and relentless. "Fucker--Mhmp!" I barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled me into a searing kiss, his lips devouring mine as he thrust deep inside of me. 

A gratifying sound escaped my throat, muffled by his lips, as pleasure shot through me.

"Muzan," I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he set a rhythm that had me gasping for air. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure racing through me, and I clung to him desperately.