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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘
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"(Y/N)-sama!" Enmu practically moaned as he ran up to her and wrapped her in a tight hug, having taken it upon himself to refer to her in an extremely high regard, snuggling deeper into her chest as he inhaled deeply. "Ah... to think that I can be in your presence again... it's like a dream..."
She grabbed him by his hair and shoved him off of her, brushing out the wrinkles in her clothing.
"Please, (Y/N)-sama!" He cried out with heavily painted red cheeks as he gazed up at her in pure devotion, on his knees with his hands raised to clutch onto the edge of her clothing. "Punish me more! Punish me how you see fit for touching you so casually!"
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
This little bitch...
This little masochistic bitch...
"Hey, newly appointed Upper Six," Douma laughed as he gave Enmu a little waggle of his fingers. "If you don't mind, could you leave my (Y/N)-chan alone? We're quite busy at the mome—" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence since (Y/N) socked him in the jaw, causing half of his face to blow apart upon contact.
"Shut the fuck up, trash," she looked down at him lowly. "Don't talk to me. Die, bitch."
Enmu stared at the two, envious.
Oh, (Y/N)-sama...
I wish you would degrade me like that...
Squeezing her fingers into a tight fist, (Y/N) stalked away from the two demons, glancing back to find that both Akaza and Enmu were following her with the former having a blank expression while the latter was smiling at her quite eerily. Brow twitching at the fact that they wouldn't leave her alone, she stopped in her tracks when Kokushibo appeared in front of her to stare down at her with all six of his eyes. It was an intense look because of such a feature, and she couldn't help but be on guard.
This little motherfucker just showing up unannounced like this...
Kokushibo irked her.
Something about all these demons irked her.
No matter how hard she tried to deny such a feeling brewing within her, she couldn't. Glancing back to look at Douma who by then had regenerated, she felt something within her crack in agitation when he face her a smile and a wave. She let out a breath. But she still launched her flesh sword at him and watched as it nicely stuck in between his eyes with a sickening spurt of blood.
