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Nezuko was barely paying attention to her History teacher. She was just deep in thought, waiting for the bell that indicated lunch. It was any minute now. Nezuko had been thinking about the encounter she had with Muzan on Saturday. She had been genuinely shocked to see him at her family’s bakery. Had he really been so anxious over Nezuko’s silence? Nezuko supposed that she couldn’t blame him.
At least Nezuko had been able to put the man somewhat at ease. Though Muzan being there hadn’t at all helped Nezuko with her lust for that man. Nezuko thought about it all the rest of Saturday and Sunday. Even now. Nezuko wanted to see Muzan’s body again. She needed to get a look at the naked form of the man she had a deep want for. She could ask him to send nudes. That was viable. She could ask during the lunch rush and then see if he sent one later.
The sound of the bell told Nezuko that the period was over. Now was her chance! Nezuko practically bolted to her feet. She dashed out of the room. Rengoku-sensei was probably not thinking much about that. He knew his class could be a drag at times. She made a beeline for the bathroom. Nezuko stepped inside and slammed the door to her stall shut. Nezuko turned off the notifications and opened her contacts.
She had already had Muzan’s information saved. She smirked at the contact name she had for the man. It was so stupid as well.
‘Representative Abs’
God Nezuko was such a child…
Nezuko opened the text. It was empty, but that was going to change VERY soon. Starting now. The teen began to type away at the keypad. It was a simple greeting. ‘Hey you there?’
Nezuko watched bubbles pop up immediately. Muzan must have been on it at that moment. The response was instant. ‘? Who is this?’
Oh, right, Muzan didn’t know Nezuko’s phone number. The teen forgot about that. The teen typed back quickly. ‘The girl you had drunken sex with’
The reply to that was quick. ‘Prove it.’
That was fair. Nezuko opened her camera. She turned it to selfie mode. She gave a small smile. She was praying that Muzan wouldn’t realize that she was in her school bathroom. Nezuko returned to the text thread. The teen attached the photo and sent it. Muzan didn’t reply right away. He had to be examining the picture to make sure it was real. Nezuko wasn’t that concerned about it.
Finally, text bubbles popped up. Nezuko waited with anticipation. She wanted to know what Muzan was going to say. A text showed up at last. ‘It is you. What do you want?’
Nezuko’s heart was beating at a kilometer a minute. Sure, she wasn’t going to see the nude for a while. But the fact that she was going to get one was exciting. The teen typed away very quickly. Her text was simple. ‘Can you send me some nudes? It can be anything you want. I just need to see your abs and dick at least.’
Nezuko didn’t send it right away. She hesitated for some reason. Why? She has full control. She wouldn’t get in that much trouble. Was she really worried about Muzan getting into trouble? Nezuko wasn’t sure. But it didn’t matter. This is what she wanted. So Nezuko brushed her fears aside and sent the text. There weren’t any text bubbles that showed up for a bit.
That was concerning. Nezuko bounced her leg in growing anxiety. Muzan had no right to refuse, sure. But the teen worried that he would still refuse. The teen watched as the bubbles finally showed up. Garnet eyes were wide in anticipation. She watched as the bubbles changed to a full-on text.
‘I can't do that right this second. I will send them in a little while.’
Nezuko’s heart did a somersault. She simply replied with a thumbs up and shut off her phone. She didn’t need to be monitoring whatever it was that the Muzan was going to send her all of the time. If she did that, she would get caught. Also, Muzan had to get ready. That was going to take a little bit. Nezuko was perfectly fine with waiting. As long as she got what she wanted by the end of the day.
Nezuko thought it best to keep her phone on silent. If Muzan sends the pictures soon, the notification will be heard. Someone might ask questions. They really will if it's her friend group. Especially Ume. She was ever the gossip monger. Not that Nezuko complained. She liked listening to the latest drama as long as she wasn’t personally involved. That was rare though. The most had been when Tanjiro started dating a college student. It wasn’t anything illegal. It was just a one-year age gap. Mitsuri had been a student here anyway.
With this thing, Nezuko was with Muzan, which was more than just drama. It was a national scandal waiting to happen. Nezuko didn’t want to risk that. Not only for Muzan, but for herself. She didn’t want that sort of hassle. She didn’t want to experience the cameras being on her like that. She would be questioned nonstop by those vultures at the news stations and tabloids. Then again, the chances that Muzan will get in trouble were lower than they were for Nezuko. Considering women were often to blame for the faults of men, Nezuko might be called the perpetrator by some. However, Nezuko felt confident in saying she wouldn’t be mainly at fault in the public's eyes.
That’d be Muzan.
Nezuko flushed the toilet to give the illusion that she had gone. With that, the teen stepped out and went to lunch. She just needed to grab her meal. She can then meet the girls in their usual spot. It was on the roof near a small garden that was up there. Nezuko wanted to get up there swiftly so that her friends wouldn’t start to wonder where the oil-haired girl was. Nezuko quickly grabbed her lunch. Thankfully, where she had left it hadn’t been that far from where she had gone to the bathroom.
Nezuko grabbed her lunch. It wasn’t much. It was just some onigiri and salmon. Nezuko rapidly made her way to the rooftop. It barely took her three minutes to get up there. Sitting in a group were Nezuko’s friends. They were all talking amongst themselves. Even from here, the way they sat and spoke perfectly exemplified their personalities.
Ume was sitting improperly. She was taking up space. Her voice was loud. It was one that wasn’t easy to ignore. Grating just slightly. Ume was a bit spoiled. In all fairness, Ume was being raised by her brother. She had been placed in his custody a few years ago. Where Ume’s mom was, no one knew. Rumor was that she was trying to get Ume back.
Aoi was sitting firmly. She always had this look of defiance in her eyes. Always ready to snap at someone for the smallest slight. But once she knew a person, she was very friendly. Aoi was defensive for a good reason. She’s faced plenty of discrimination for the fact she’s half White and half Japanese.
Kanao sat formally. She was quiet, not one to speak up. She still spoke often; however, she was more of a listener. She was prim and proper. Not one to intrude upon people. Kanao always dressed nicely. It's said that Kanae is the reason for Kanao’s wardrobe being the way it was. If she was slighted, her rage was undeniable. She then became more like her sister Shinobu.
Koyuki was similar to Kanao but a tad more open. She was shy. A sensitive soul. The most soft spoken. She hated confrontation. She was one to wear the cute clothes. Koyuki often dresses in Lolita fashion when not at school. Out of all the girls, she was the only one to have a stable relationship. Hakuji was an amazing guy. He was honorable, protective. He was willing to help all the girls.
Makomo is a gentle girl. She was the nature girl of the group. Makomo was more apt to be in the woods than she was to be in the city. Makomo was a member of the swim team. She had the possibility of becoming a state champion at the rate she was going. Her voice was the one in between all of them in terms of tone.
It made sense that Ume was the one to see Nezuko. She waved at the teen. Her voice soared across the roof. “HEYYYYYY, NEZUKOOOOO!!! Over here!”
Nezuko smiled at her dear friends. She promptly stepped over towards her friend. Nezuko sat down on the concrete, holding the garden in place. The teen opened her box and began eating at once. Nezuko’s face was beaming. Ume was smiling playfully. “What took you so long to get up here?”
Nezuko fibbed just slightly. “Oh, I was just going to the bathroom.”
Ume nodded. She then looked at the others in the group. They were all speaking amongst themselves. What about? Nezuko wasn’t sure. She’ll figure it out soon enough. It became obvious very quickly. Ume looked at Koyuki with an amused grin. “Soooo…. When are you and Hakuji going to finally tie the knot?”
Oh, this was all relationship stuff? That was hilariously ironic when considering what Nezuko had just done. The teen listened intently. Koyuki’s face was filled with an intense flush on her cheeks. She was looking at Ume with a meek expression. Her tone was meek. “H-Hey! We’re not engaged! We are just dating still!”
Ume chuckled playfully. Her expression was smug as can be. The teen was coy. “Really? I coulda have sworn that you two were already married. I mean, come on. This is the first day that Hakuji has left your side in a week!”
Koyuki replied in a small voice. “Well… The reason for that is your fault…”
Ume shrugged and accepted that. Nezuko could as well. Hakuji was fiercely protective of his girlfriend. Hakuji would drop everything if he knew that Koyuki was in trouble. They had practically grown up together. The families of Hakuji and Koyuki were always close. There was a historic friendship between them. Hakuji had met Koyuki when she was a baby, and he was two. Ever since that day, he has always been by her side. It made sense that they had started to date. Marriage was inevitable.
Ume knew firsthand how Hakuji was. She’s been subject to his scolding plenty of times. He never struck her. He never brought harm to women. He has beaten up men, though. It wasn’t even about Koyuki all of the time. It has been over Hakuji’s estranged older brother, Akaza. It was Ume who had led to that estrangement. In her defense, no one really knew about Akaza. At least not until the day that Hakuji had found Ume in Akaza’s bed.
That didn’t matter now, though. Hakuji didn’t hold that whole incident against Ume. In his mind, she was groomed. Little did he know that was just how Ume was. She was just one to find all sorts of men who would sleep with her. Ume never explained why she just drifted towards those men. Asking would just get Ume to ignore the one who questioned. But Hakuji being so protective of Koyuki this week made sense.
The whole ‘getting drunk’ incident had been because of Ume. Hakuji had been the angriest out of all involved. He was the one to worry about Koyuki’s health during that. The teen wasn’t that controlling, though. He was reasonable. But that didn’t matter, though. Koyuki twiddled her thumbs as she looked down. “Is there anything else we could talk about though…? I don’t want to talk about this anymore…”
Ume nodded with a shrug. But the group didn’t know what to do now. It was Kanao who said something. Her voice was timid. “Um… I have something I want to ask…”
Everyone looked at Kanao with interest in their eyes. It wasn’t often that she purposefully tried to bring attention to herself like this. The shy girl was sitting stiffly as per usual. She began to explain. “I was told by Zenitsu that apparently his brother has a crush on me… I’m not sure what to do about that…”
Ume gasped in surprise. Aoi looked at the girl in shock. Koyuki and Makomo blinked. Nezuko was rather amazed as well. Kaigaku was infamous for not being one to get into relationships. He seemed averse to it. He’s fucked Ume once in the past, and that was the extent of his ‘romances.’ He also had quite the temper that would make any girl not want to be with him. As Aoi pointed out. “You shouldn’t let that happen. He will absolutely hit you should that relationship ever happen.”
Kanao nodded her head in a small movement. Kaigaku was the least desirable person for anyone to be with. He was a prick. Kanao knew this. They all did. Ume knew best. Kanao was quiet as she agreed with the sentiments. “I know… I don’t know what to do if he says anything to me…”
Nezuko couldn’t help but be worried for Kanao. Kanao didn’t deserve anything terrible falling upon her. But that wasn’t too concerning. Kanao was smart. She didn’t look it, but she was strong. She could protect herself if need be. Kanao was probably going to avoid Kaigaku like the plague as a result.
That did remind Nezuko of something, though. Kaigaku was an intern of Muzan, wasn’t he? He had bragged about it to basically everyone at the school. So that meant that he probably knew the most about Muzan. At least when compared to Nezuko’s uncle. It was tempting to ask the boy about his experiences there. It could allow for Nezuko to have a better understanding of the man she was now blackmailing.
But that was a stupid idea.
Kaigaku would get suspicious. He would ask questions in reply. He might then discover what Nezuko had done. So the teen decided to just not even bother Kaigaku. It's not that she liked him that much anyway. He was a rude, disrespectful guy. There was one thing that Nezuko wondered. Why did Zenitsu tell Kanao about Kaigaku? Zenitsu was a womanizer, so he probably had feelings for Kanao as well.
It was possible.
Nezuko listened still to the conversations going on. It was Ume venting about Kaigaku. Then there was Aoi trying to get their fellow teen to shut up. She was about to spill more than needed. No one wanted to hear about Ume’s sex life after all. Koyuki was talking to Makomo and Kanao. They were speaking about Hakuji and Makomo’s boyfriend. Nezuko just sat there eating her meal. She was waiting in anticipation for later that day.
She wanted to see the nudes that Muzan either had or was going to send later.
Nezuko threw her bag onto the ground in her bedroom. She was exhausted. Yes, it was just school, but still. School was a massive drag. Nezuko would rather be doing anything else. She’d rather work at the bakery for the entire day. She loved to create delicious food for people to enjoy. But there was also something else that Nezuko would rather do. Nezuko wanted to indulge in her sexual desires.
Nezuko noticed the text notification when she looked at it earlier that day.
Nezuko brushed that notification away. She would look at it later. Which was around now. The teen wanted the time alone. She wanted to unwind and get rid of the stress she was under. Nezuko will be left alone as well. Her younger siblings were with their uncle, Yoriichi. Tanjiro was with his girlfriend. Mother and Father were out catering to a client. That leaves Nezuko all alone right now.
Nezuko pulled out her phone and lay down on her bed. Nezuko opened up her phone and pressed her text bubble. It opened up to reveal the notification. It simply stated ‘image attached’ on Muzan’s messages. Nezuko almost squealed in excitement. She was hoping that it looked good. She was praying that they were tasteful. Nezuko took in a deep breath as she braced herself for whatever it was that she was about to see.
Nezuko’s eyes widened as she looked at the pictures that Muzan sent before her. It was three pictures. The first was a look at Muzan’s abs and limp cock from an upper angle. The man’s pecs were especially prominent from this angle. Nezuko couldn’t see the cock as well as she’d like, though. But that was probably the point of the other pictures. Nezuko scrolled down to see the next ones that had been sent.
The second picture was a lower view of the same thing as before. Only this time, Muzan’s cock was more prominent. Nezuko could see the wisps of hair around his dick. Nezuko couldn’t see Muzan’s face, but that was most likely intentional. Nezuko couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to get caught on the off chance someone else sees the picture. Nezuko would be doing the exact same thing.
Then there was the last picture. It was of Muzan just holding his cock to showcase its size. Nezuko gulped at the sight. It was a substantially sized one. Nezuko hadn’t had the chance to observe it the day she woke up beside the man. Now that she could see it, it was so enticing. If Nezuko had to guess, he was about nine or ten inches at most. Well, when he was hard, that is. Nezuko wanted that inside her so badly. It only made Nezuko remember how horny she was right now.
Nezuko left the image of Muzan’s dick open on her phone. She pulled off her skirt and underwear. Nezuko slowly brushed her fingers lower down her body. Nezuko brushed the tips of her pointer and middle fingers against her clit. Nezuko slowly began to stroke up and down the bundle of nerves. The teen started to breathe heavily as she looked at the picture. Nezuko’s fingers stroked her clit in a circular movement. Nezuko could feel her innards start to stir. She was already beginning to feel intense arousal.
Nezuko stared at the picture with fervent desire. She could sort of recall something from the night she and Muzan had. She could sort of feel herself being fucked by Muzan while lying on her side. He had his arms around Nezuko’s abdomen. He was behind her. He was moving intensely within the teen. His mouth was nibbling on Nezuko’s ear. He whispered seductively. “You little whore… You are insatiable, aren’t you?”
Nezuko was. She still is as well. Nezuko kept fervently stroking herself as she stared at the picture in front of her. She sincerely wanted Muzan to fuck her again. She wanted him to do so much for her. Nezuko wanted to have Muzan do so much to her. She needed to come up with ideas of what she wanted the man to do to her. She wanted to be with him this Saturday.
Nezuko began to groan lowly. The teen’s legs were pressed together as her abdomen tightened in lust. Nezuko was panting as her eyes began to close. They began to become filled with tears. Nezuko moved to her back as she stroked herself with a great level of need. Nezuko imagined Muzan moving into her with little regard for her safety. She wanted Muzan to be rough. That was just something Nezuko always wanted.
Nezuko wanted an older man to rough her up.
Nezuko moaned as she felt her guts tighten further. She was so close to cumming. The teen moved her fingers with great intensity. She wanted to orgasm. She wanted to do so with the thought of Muzan in her mind. He was the man she wanted right now, after all. Nezuko moaned loudly as the sensations in her guts burst.
Nezuko’s orgasm felt amazing. She gasped as her legs twitched. Her back arched. Nezuko could feel the fluids of her cum gush out of her. God it was amazing. Nezuko let herself begin to come down from the sensations that she was going through. She stared at the ceiling as she allowed herself to calm down. All she could think about was Muzan right that moment. She wanted him so badly right now.
Nezuko still couldn’t recall the night that she had with Muzan. She wanted to very badly. She was happy to recall one thing from that night. Surely she will soon. Who knows, maybe Muzan will soon as well. Nezuko could assume that Muzan was rough with her that night. Did she ask him to be that way with her? Did she ask him to use her as violently as he dared?
In a messed-up sense, Nezuko hoped that she did.
Nezuko had some idea of what she could do this weekend. She just needed to look up some stuff. She needed to have her facts straight. She grabbed her phone and opened up an incognito tab. She opened up to that one sketchy website she often perused for her porn needs. It could give Nezuko some ideas of what to do with Muzan this weekend.
Muzan felt tears drip down his face as he rocked his hips on the dildo inside him. He loathed that he cried every single time he had something inside of him. It was now Friday evening. This was just something that Muzan had to do. He hated it. He despised needing to do this. It was just what had been assigned to him every Friday evening. It was the only time that he openly despised his therapist, Tamayo.
Why the hell did she recommend this to him?
Sure, for supposed therapeutic purposes. Tamayo said it was good for him. It was supposedly meant to have him become more comfortable sexually. At least, Muzan is becoming fine with the possibility of having objects in his ass. She didn’t know that Muzan often had intercourse with random strangers. Sure, he was in complete control in those instances. He didn’t allow any phallic objects within close proximity of his ass. But Muzan had the feeling that she wouldn’t appreciate it if she knew. She might have said something along the lines that he was being stupid with his actions.
Not that Muzan could blame Tamayo for saying that if she ever found out.
So Muzan could only rock his hips back and forth on the dildo up his ass. It felt good, but it was just that which was already a guarantee. It always did. It didn’t matter what Muzan wants or needs; it always felt amazing. It was just a matter of how that object ended up in his ass. It was why Muzan was careful to not get completely wasted. He didn’t want to risk having something foreign be shoved into him.
Just his mistake with Nezuko.
At least she didn’t have a dick that could just be shoved in there…
Muzan eventually moved so that he was lying on his back. He grabbed the base of the dildo and began to pull it in and out. He was just simulating the act of someone thrusting in and out of his body. The man could feel his cock continue to twitch in arousal. It was natural. It was just a natural reaction. That was what Muzan kept telling himself. That was something Tamayo made sure to remind Muzan of over and over again.
Those first few therapy appointments had been agonizing. Muzan hated to remember those days; even now, the man refused to tell Tamayo everything. How could he admit to his drinking habit? His constant need to satiate some arbitrary part of himself that still craved sex? Some part of himself that had this constant part of his brain that wanted to achieve arousal. It was infuriating to experience. He didn’t want this to be how he was. He never wanted this life that had been forced upon him by some cruel act of fate. But this is what he got.
Muzan continued in his misery. He just had to do this before his session on Sunday. However, as much as he hated these techniques, talking to Tamayo was better than nothing. Muzan would have been way worse had he not had her to speak to. Because he would then have nobody. He couldn’t speak to his mother. God forbid he try to tell his brother. Father… Muzan brushed him aside. He didn’t trust that man with even the dust bunnies underneath his dresser,
Muzan rolled his eyes. He continued on in this sordid action he was performing. He just wanted this over with. How much longer did he have? Like, until he orgasms once or something like that? He really needed to clarify that with Tamayo. Fuck… This was irritating, that was certain…
Muzan was distracted by the sudden pinging of his personal phone. What on earth? Who could that be? At this time? It was late. It couldn’t be Michikatsu. Muzan left the dildo in his ass. Tamayo had stated that it wouldn’t hurt to have him leave it inside him on occasion. Whatever though. Muzan grabbed his phone from underneath his pillow. He opened it up to see that it was Nezuko. Or as he labeled her ‘blackmailer’ on his contact list. He needed to come up with something better.
Muzan opened the contact and looked at what Nezuko said. He was hoping that it wasn’t her asking for nudes. All the text said was ‘I’m going to be there tomorrow morning.’
Nudes would have been better.
Much better.
Muzan simply responded with an ‘ok’ and threw the phone back on the bed. What a way to lower his libido. At least in that moment. But in all honesty, Muzan was entertained by the idea of having intercourse with Nezuko again. That wasn’t something that Muzan despised. He was interested in how relations would work with Nezuko. But at the same time, he could be as vanilla as possible with her.
He just wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible.
That was all.
Muzan was waiting in the alleyway for Nezuko. The door behind him led to his private elevator. Muzan was leaning against it as he looked out for the teen. He didn’t know where she was coming from. He just had to prepare himself for whatever was about to occur. But Muzan had to be as relaxed as possible. He needed to be collected for this encounter that was about to happen.
Muzan’s eyebrows were furrowed in the center of his forehead. He was thinking about yesterday a little. He had continued in that asinine therapy that Tamayo forced upon the man. He finished. He even forced himself to orgasm on that blasted dildo. Just thinking about that event made him repulsed. It was ironic, as he was bisexual. He wanted to be with both men and women. But he couldn’t take a dick up his ass? It was hilariously ironic…
He just had to man up and get over himself.
He couldn’t be so weak…
Not like this…
Muzan’s attention was grabbed by the appearance of a familiar figure at the other end of the alley. The man looked as Nezuko strolled confidently up to the man. Her face housed a confident smile. Her eyes were glowing in pride. God, she was so smug, but it was adorable. Muzan loathed admitting it, though. He watched as the girl planted her feet on the ground. She stared at Muzan.
That expression from before continued. It was so amusing. Muzan loved to look at that glow in her eyes. Her voice was coy. “Hey there… How are you doing this morning?”
Muzan smiled playfully. He folded his arm over the other. He stood up properly from the position he was in before. He was looking down at the teen in an amused light. The man returned the tone Nezuko gave him. “I am doing well. What about you?”
Nezuko gave a toothy smile. She responded with great joy. “I’m excited!”
Muzan shook his head knowingly. He sighed with amusement. The man simply stated. “I can imagine why that is…”
Nezuko giggled as she peered at the man. She put her hands behind her back and swayed her hips. She was so enticing that Muzan couldn’t lie. He wanted to see her body once again. She had to look amazing underneath her clothes. He couldn’t recall that night all that well still. He hoped he would eventually. Nezuko replied to the man’s statement. “You’ve got me there! Could we go into your penthouse now?”
Muzan shrugged and moved to the side. The man opened the door. He motioned the teen inside promptly. Nezuko strolled inside without any shred of worry. Nezuko was so foolish, wasn’t she? She needed to be more careful. She couldn’t just trust random people. That could get her kidnapped or worse. She was far too innocent for her own good, wasn’t she? Muzan should really make sure that Nezuko understands that. But that could be something for later.
Muzan followed behind Nezuko. He quickly made it past Nezuko and strolled up to the elevator door. He put in the passcode, and the door opened. Muzan and Nezuko stepped inside. The man pressed the button, and they began to ascend. Muzan leaned against the wall. He spoke in a relaxed manner. “I will give you the passcode for this elevator when you leave later. Does that sound fair to you?”
Nezuko nodded as she leaned on the wall as well. She was looking up and down at Muzan. Her garnet eyes were filled with profound lust. She was insatiable. Not that Muzan could blame her. He’s seen others react in a similar way to him. Nezuko replied. “Yeah, that sounds fine by me!”
Muzan nodded and awaited what was to come…
Nezuko watched Muzan with great need. She was so excited for what was to come. She had her idea for what Muzan could do this time around. There were some plans for the future encounters that they would soon have. This time was just going to be rather relaxed. Nezuko wanted to do mainly two things with Muzan on that specific day. She wanted to try to suck Muzan’s cock. Then he wanted him to be rough with Nezuko from behind. It was thrilling to think about.
Muzan was looking at Nezuko in curiosity. What was he thinking about? Was there something that he wanted? Nezuko looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. That was all he needed to know that she was listening to him. The man spoke as neutrally as he could. “Could I ask why it took you so long to get started with this dynamic of ours?”
Nezuko lifted her eyebrows. She guessed that she had never explained that. She should probably do just that. Nezuko lifted a hand to indicate in the air. She was shrugging just slightly as well. Nezuko explained. “Oh yeah. I was grounded. I was only just let out today. My parents think that I am out window shopping right now.”
Muzan was frowning. The man was squinting his eyebrows. He didn’t understand. Muzan asked with interest. “Grounded? Why? Why on earth were you?”
Nezuko looked to the side with embarrassment. She was grimacing just slightly. The teen’s face had to be flushed. Nezuko was a bit quiet as she explained. “Uh… Has to do with how I ended up with you… My friend was the one who got us into a bar. Led to me getting drunk, obviously. So I got grounded for that…”
Muzan blinked several times. He seemed to be pretty shocked that that was the reason that Nezuko hadn’t made him do anything yet. So all he did was shrug. He huffed in a bemused manner. “Oh, really? This was all thanks to a friend that you have? Are you still close to her? That doesn’t sound like a good companion to have…”
Nezuko waved her hand to brush it aside. Nezuko blew air to brush it aside. She quite simply declared with no regard. “Pffft. It’s fine. She knows better than to do that again. And even if she does, I know better. Trust me, I will not allow myself to get drunk like that again! I’m not stupid!”
Muzan cocked his head to the side. “Maybe just a little bit of a fool… I wouldn’t trust that friend to not do that again. She’s young. She's an idiot. She will absolutely do that again. Just tread carefully, ok?”
Nezuko nodded as the elevator door opened up. Muzan stepped out with Nezuko right behind him. Muzan looked at the teen as the door closed behind them. He motioned inside his house. He was frowning slightly. “So do you want to get some water? Anything to eat?”
Nezuko shook her head. She was wondering one thing. Was Muzan stalling on purpose? Was he avoiding needing to have sex with Nezuko? It was amusing. Nezuko found it amusing. The teen smiled playfully. She hip checked Muzan against his. She was smug as she made her thoughts known. “Oh, are you trying to avoid having intercourse with me? You are such a silly man trying to get me to stop…”
Muzan sighed amusedly. He was smirking slightly. His arms were folded over each other. The man replied. “I was not for your information. I was just trying to be nice. It's quite a distance to walk over here. I did get an energy drink for you because I imagine that you will get tired after we do the deed…”
Nezuko raised her eyebrow. Oh, she supposed that made sense. She could appreciate the thought that Muzan put into this. That was nice, Nezuko couldn’t lie. But the teen didn’t want to delay. So she expressed her gratitude. “I appreciate the thought. But I would rather just get started. I have been looking forward to this!”
Muzan shook his head. He rolled his eyes in amusement. At least he wasn’t all that angry at having to get right into the action. He thought it was funny to see how desperate Nezuko was to have sex with him. Of course, he didn’t know that Nezuko wanted it to be rough. Then again, no one would expect it. Not even Nezuko’s friends knew. It was her deepest, darkest secret. And Nezuko intended to act upon it at once.
So Muzan flicked his wrist and motioned for Nezuko to follow him. His words were simple as can be. “Alright then… Follow me, Nezuko…”