𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘;
親密さ
➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl suddenly wakes up in an otome game version of demon slayer, trying to gain the hearts of the target characters and win a happy ending while not realizing just ho...
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WELP.
I'm pretty sure I'm being stupid, but I do need to raise his favorability.
Unfortunately.
Standing back in front of the expansive temple that belonged to Douma and his cult, (Y/N) prayed to whoever was above that she wasn't making the stupidest decision of her life. Then again, she was sure the system wouldn't kill off its only player, as much as she wished to believe. Sucking in a deep breath, she stalked forwards through the snow and picked up one of the heavy knockers to bang against the wooden gates. Soon enough, two servants opened the door and ushered her inside, changing her clothes once more before pushing her into the room where Douma was.
d i n g !
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𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃
║ 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒎𝒂 | 童磨 ║ favorability: 18%
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"Ah, (Y/N)-chan!" He crooned when seeing her, his head tilting in amusement whilst his rainbow-colored eyes curved in delight. "I didn't expect you back so soon! Tell me... why?"
"Oh... I was just done visiting my grandparents and am traveling back home, and since you were on the way, I thought I'd stop by again," (Y/N) easily lied through her teeth as she smiled up at the demon, ignoring the bead of cold sweat that began to cling to the back of her neck from his rather intense gaze. "However, if my presence isn't ideal for you, there is a village I can travel to with an inn. After all, I did arrive with such short notice, and I do apologize for that."
Ugh.
All this formal talk is hurting me.
However, the Japanese culture prides itself in respect, especially in this time period.
Also, there's Douma's ego.
Gotta be careful.
"Oh, it's no problem at all!" Douma laughed away her words as easily as if flicking away an annoyance. "I'm always open to having such an entertaining guest such as yourself in my home."
She smiled wobbly at that as she watched Douma stand from his throne-like chair to approach her, his hands lacing behind his back as he circled around her like a predator sizing up its prey. From the intense look in his multicolored eye and the too-wide smile on his lips, she wondered if her guess wasn't too far off. All she wanted to do was shrink in on herself, especially since Douma himself easily towered over her, his lean and toned body hinted at through his tight shirt. Even if he wasn't a demon, he could've easily overpowered her to kill her. Now, as a demon, all he had to do was merely flick his finger, and her head would be gone in an instant.
