"Of course. If you're willing to stay in my arms, I'll treat you well—and let you experience the joys of being a woman."
Ryuji chuckled, tilting Shinobu's delicate chin upward with his fingers. Her face, small enough to nearly fit in his palm, flushed under his gaze. The warmth of her ample chest pressed against him, a stark contrast to her petite fra.
Funny how that works.
Despite her small stature, Shinobu's curves were undeniable. The softness rubbing against him with every slight movent was... distracting. The faint scent of wisteria clung to her, mingling with the occasional brush of her chest against his growing arousal. The combination was doing wonders for his mood.
But as he studied her face—so tiny compared to his hand—an image flashed in his mind:
A hamster trying to eat a banana.
Shinobu's figure was a problem. Sure, she'd probably welco him into her room tonight without resistance, but whether she could satisfy him? That was another matter entirely.
This wasn't just about his stamina. Her endurance mattered too—and given that Ryuji wasn't the type to finish in half an hour, he'd likely be checking her pulse by the end, worried she might die from overexertion. Even with the dragonfire's healing, her current physique just couldn't handle him.
I'll need reinforcents...
Well but who?
His thoughts imdiately drifted to that girl—what was her na? Mitsuri Kanroji? The one who wanted a husband who wouldn't mind her eating a lot or her being energetic.
And he t all the requirents.
"Hmm..."
Shinobu, oblivious to his scheming, nestled closer. If Ryuji could feel her chest against his dick, she definitely noticed what it was pressing into.
Sotis, when a girl pretends not to notice... she's just trying to seduce you.
But as she registered the scale of what was trapped between her breasts, her heartbeat spiked. A silent question ford:
Will I survive this?
To be fair, Ryuji wasn't monstrously endowed—just above average. No 30 cm fantasy nonsense. Although it has inexplicably increased a lot after training now at 10 inches, it is impossible to compare it with hentai logic or "enhanced" perforrs.
Let's be real—half those guys had surgery.
"Science and determination" weren't exactly rare in that industry.
Honestly, plastic surgery and breast implants are practically standard these days. As long as it looks good, who cares about realism?
Ryuji flexed his arms, feeling the power coursing through them. After training in the One Piece world, lifting sothing like a car wheel was child's play now. That world's absurd physiology had really done wonders for his strength.
"All right, most of the yokai have been cleared out. Ti to head back."
With a relaxed smile, he swept Shinobu into his arms, taking full advantage of her petite-yet-curvy figure before lifting her in a princess carry.
Shinobu flinched slightly from the sudden motion, cheeks reddening, but in the end, she didn't resist. She quietly allowed herself to be carried, tucking her head close to his chest with only a faint sigh of embarrassnt.
But just as Ryuji was about to walk off with her, he noticed Mai still standing nearby, staring blankly at a pile of ashes on the ground.
Curious, he tilted his head and asked, "What are you looking at?
Mai turned her head, her expression darkening when she saw Ryuji holding Shinobu so casually in his arms — and a flicker of irritation sparked in her chest.
Her anger wasn't directed at them, though—it was at the charred remains of her folding fan she'd thrown earlier. That fan had been a gift. Custom-forged for her by Andy years ago. A symbol of their past, and her pride as a fighter.
Now, it was nothing but scrap tal, reduced to ashes by Ryuji's flas.
She couldn't even bla him—he'd been focused on exterminating monsters, after all. No one could fault him for that.
But still… she couldn't help feeling angry.
And confused.
Was it anger over the loss of the fan? Or the fact that the man responsible was now holding another woman in his arms, completely unaware of how she felt?
She didn't know. The emotions tangled in her heart were too vague, too fleeting to pin down.
So in the end, all she could do was sigh, forcing the storm back down.
"It's nothing," she said softly.
Clutching the weapon (Kashu) Ryuji had given her — Mai walked straight into the city without any hesitation, not even checking whether any demons still lurked nearby.
Ryuji blinked, puzzled by her behavior, but he quickly followed after her.
"Hey! Be careful, there could still be monsters around!"
While calling out, he carefully surrounded the three of them with flas. With Shinobu's sister not present, things were a bit easier — he didn't need to provide close protection this ti.
Mai paused, realizing she had acted rashly. But she relaxed as she noticed the surrounding city walls had already been lted by Ryuji's flas—there were no yokai near the gate anymore. Unfortunately, a few buildings by the entrance had caught fire.
Luckily, no one lived in that area. It was a resting spot for guards during the day, and with the current state of things, no soldiers would be stationed there at night. So, there were no casualties.
Still, Ryuji remained cautious. He activated his Observation Haki and imdiately noticed a change—previously, the city had been engulfed in a thick white mist. Now, most of it had dissipated. Even the hos near the walls showed significantly less fog.
"So it was fear-based after all…"
He looked around and nodded slightly. If fear truly was the trigger, then maybe fighting back wasn't hopeless. At the very least, their enemy's strength and numbers wouldn't continue multiplying exponentially.
And maybe… there was a chance more warriors could be recruited to the cause…
"Co to think of it, I should be able to revive Yoriichi Tsugikuni for a while, shouldn't I?"
The thought suddenly struck him. Yoriichi, the absolute powerhouse from Demon Slayer, was the strongest fighter in the Demon Slayer world.
If he could bring Yoriichi back, they wouldn't need to worry about Muzan anymore. Then, they could focus entirely on these strange mutated monsters.
"But I have a bad feeling about this…"
A strange premonition gnawed at him. He had no proof, but instinct told him that Muzan might be a target for those monsters from the 7 Days to Die world.
It was just a hunch—but if this were a novel or manga, there would definitely be a central "core" character.
And since he held the power of World Power, and these monsters were made of that sa power, wouldn't absorbing a being like Muzan—a creature deeply entangled with countless fates—grant them enormous energy or even let them devour this entire world?
That made Muzan a pri target. And that ant reviving Yoriichi wasn't just useful—it was essential. Not only as a weapon against Muzan, but as a teacher for the Demon Slayer Corps as well.
"All gain and no loss. Sounds like a plan."
Ryuji stroked his chin, nodding in determination.
"Alright then—let's make this our next move. Ti to give Muzan a little surprise."
His mind made up, the group returned to their previous safehouse—only to find the gate locked tight. No matter how much they knocked or called out, there was no response. He nearly set the whole place ablaze out of frustration.
"Please don't be angry, Ryuji-sama," Shinobu said with a gentle smile, taking his hand. "They probably don't know whether we're human or demon. It's reasonable for them to be cautious."
She didn't want conflict with the local nobles, especially since they had no way of knowing whether the newcors were still human. After all, normal people couldn't stand against demons.
But she also didn't want Ryuji to feel disrespected or slighted — so she stepped in to ease the tension from both sides.
Shinobu blushed and leaned closer, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.
"So… would you let borrow your warmth for a little while? I'm feeling a bit cold."
Ryuji sighed. If he weren't trying to win her over, he might've just walked away. But seeing her expectant expression, he couldn't say no.
He sat by the gate and opened his arms.
If she was offering herself as a peace offering to soothe his anger, then he wasn't going to hold back.
Blushing deeply, Shinobu nestled into his chest again — but this ti, it was different. She didn't just sit beside him. She sat directly in his lap, her arms wrapped around his waist, her soft chest pressed to his firm torso. Her round, firm hips rested directly against his dick that was definitely starting to react, giving him a very real sense of… weight.
She adjusted slightly, hugging his arm, and in doing so, subtly ensured he could feel every contour of her body.
The heat between them surged, but Ryuji without saying anything, spread his cloak around them both, shielding her from the wind, and tilted his head back to look at the stars.
There was no sun now — only the shimring night sky, filled with stars.
Shinobu leaned against him, gazing upward at the twinkling stars. At first, she was flustered— after all, being pressed up against sothing like that was enough to make any girl nervous. But after a while, she got used to it.
Instead, she began listening to Ryuji's heartbeat.
Strong, steady, and powerful. His breath was calm, and the sound of his heart gradually made her own heart race in response.
Curiously, she studied his expression as he looked up at the stars.
She had expected him to grope her—or at least touch her thighs or hips the mont he threw the cloak over her shoulders—especially given how lecherous he could be at tis.
But after waiting for a long ti, although his dick was still pressing against her butt, He was very obedient and did not move at all, as if he was truly just trying to warm her.
And when she saw him looking at the sky instead of looking at her, a feeling of disappointnt arose spontaneously.
"Ryuji-sama… do you really like the stars?" she asked softly.
He nodded.
Yeah. I've always liked watching the stars — especially the Milky Way.
In the One Piece world, when he had nothing to do, he would sotis gaze up at unfamiliar constellations, dreaming of space exploration — wondering if, after defeating soone like Enel, he could steal his flying Ark Maxim and venture into the stars himself.
Back in his own world, the aning of "stars" was entirely different.
For those trapped on Earth, there was only one path to true developnt and lasting peace:
Leave Earth—venture into space.
Only by reaching space and harnessing its nearly limitless energy could humanity evolve further—perhaps even escape the wrath of Earth's natural disasters altogether.
Because even now, humanity remained powerless before the fury of nature.
If another asteroid like the one that wiped out the dinosaurs were to strike, who could say if humans wouldn't et the sa end—disappearing into the endless cycle of life and death on this planet?
And so… the stars.
Ever since humans were monkeys, from the mont the first monkey looked up at the night sky, humanity had dread of leaving this harsh yet nurturing mother of a world.
Because only by truly leaving Earth could humanity claim to have conquered natural catastrophe—and no longer risk annihilation by its own ho planet.
But sadly, Ryuji's future likely wouldn't involve voyaging across galaxies. Instead, it would be a chaotic journey through countless different worlds. The chance to traverse the stars was slim.
And yet—ironically—that sa path also gave him infinite possibility. A future of many worlds… and infinite skies.
He simply wouldn't be exploring them under the sa stars.
It was a bittersweet realization. Both lancholy and exhilarating.
So, Ryuji rely nodded to Shinobu.
"Yeah, I love the stars. Just think about it—how many secrets lie hidden among those glittering lights? So of the light we see has traveled millions, even tens of millions of years to reach us. And so of those stars… they've already died by the ti their light touches our eyes. Isn't that both miraculous and haunting? To shine long after death…"
Ryuji took a deep breath, expressing his thoughts aloud.
He didn't know much about astronomy, but he had always loved the night sky.
One of the biggest reasons he disliked cities wasn't just the noise or the rush, or the absence of rivers and wildflowers.
His greatest regret was this:
No more stars.
The city's lights smothered the stars' glow. Pollution shrouded the skies like a curtain.
But here, under this pure, cloudless moonlight—he felt a rare sense of peace.
Even if… it wasn't the moon or stars of his own world.
That thought made him sigh softly.
People always said, "May we live long and gaze at the sa moon from afar."But his moon now belonged to another world entirely.
Still… what was a moon, really?
So people in his old world—those stuck in grinding jobs—were worse off than he was, a world-Traveler.
At least he had the possibility of returning. If he couldn't go back, there were still objective reasons for it—and countless chances to grow stronger.
But for those stuck in endless labor, sotis even ho was unreachable.
Shinobu, perceptive as always, sensed his quiet sorrow. While marveling that he actually knew so much about the stars, she spoke in a gentle voice.
"Ryuji-sama… you've beco sad again. Are you missing your family?"
In the moonlight, her face appeared soft and ethereal. Those eyes—so often empty and hollow—now shimred with sothing new.
Because, for the first ti, she felt sothing in Ryuji that mirrored her own.
A deep reverence… for family.
"…You could sense that?" Ryuji said in surprise.
Shinobu simply nodded and leaned back into his arms again. But this ti, there was no flirtation in her embrace—just pure closeness.
"Because every ti I missed my sister… I was like this too."
Ryuji fell silent.
Their circumstances were different. He had the power to bring his loved ones back—to resurrect them if needed. Even if he returned to a future where Earth's civilization had long crumbled, he could still be reunited with them. And with the World Power, there was even a chance he could return to the exact mont he'd left.
That is also the reason why he beca less anxious.
But Shinobu was different. For her, her family was truly… gone.
Without thinking, he tightened his arms around her. Though small and delicate, she was warm—soft to the touch. He whispered:
"…Do you want to revive your sister now?"
He ant it. His heart had softened. He felt he could bring back Kanae—Shinobu's sister—without a problem. After all, Shinobu wouldn't be going anywhere.
But to his surprise, she simply smiled… and shook her head.
"No."
"…What?"
Stunned, Ryuji blinked as Shinobu gently cupped his face and spoke.
"I already have so many beautiful mories with my sister. Even though she's gone, I can keep fighting with those mories in my heart. But with you, Ryuji-sama… we haven't made any beautiful mories yet."
She leaned forward, her voice tender.
"And whether I look at it practically or emotionally… you're the most suitable husband for . So I want mories with you—ones we'll build together."
She said no more after that. Instead, she closed her eyes, letting the moonlight and starlight fall upon her pale cheeks. At so point, her neatly buttoned Demon Slayer uniform had co loose, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Ryuji didn't hesitate. He took her hand—and kissed her.
And then—
He tasted the sweetness of wisteria.
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