Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Jue Ji could vaguely sense some danger from Su Mu, but she didn't really care. How many 'pillars' of the Demon Slayer Corps had she eaten over the years?

Are these 'pillars' simply too weak?

No.

Each of the "pillars" has hunted countless demons and possesses considerable strength, but no matter what, they are still men.

Men are always driven by their lower instincts and like to indulge in the pleasures of love.

How many of those 'pillars' were snapped by her own hands with almost no effort?

Thinking of these things, Jue Ji twisted her waist even more vigorously, and occasionally, her gaze would unconsciously fall on Su Mu, shy and timid, full of deep affection.

Just as Jue Ji had imagined, under her performance, this seemingly calm man quickly behaved like any other man.

Although she could still remain calm, Jueji felt that at this moment, this man probably wished he could immediately take her back to the house and then tear her clothes apart.

That's what all these men think.

However, Jueji still sensed the aura of a kind on Su Mu, which puzzled her, but she didn't think much of it. After all, it was normal for a ghost hunter to have killed many ghosts and become tainted with some ghostly aura.

…………

The dance ended quickly, and Jue Ji announced her departure.

The wealthy spend lavishly, only to see a courtesan's dance, while that money could feed countless hungry people. This shows just how extravagant the wealthy are.

When Ji returned to her room, the nobles left almost reluctantly.

As Su Mu drank his wine, he watched as a courtesan approached and secretly left a note.

"Que Ji wishes to invite you tonight..."

She probably invited Su Mu to her room that night.

As for what they did in the courtesan's room at night, that goes without saying.

Just as Su Mu had imagined, when he entered with the Sun Wheel Blade, Jue Ji regarded him as prey and wanted to devour him alive.

But the same applies.

He also regarded Jue Ji as a delicious prey to be devoured.

Chapter 268 Prostitute Taro

At the third quarter of midnight, the moonlight was as white as frost.

In the luxurious private room deep inside the Kyogoku-ya, the candlelight had been changed to an ambiguous warm red.

The door casts swaying bamboo shadows, and the air is filled with a sweet, cloying blend of the scent of agarwood and cosmetics.

When Su Mu opened the door.

Behind the curtain, a figure was leaning against the brocade rug.

Princess Jue had changed out of her daytime kimono and into a thin, pink blouse, the fabric so soft it almost slid off her skin.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few strands falling onto her collarbone and shoulders, making her already unparalleled beauty even more alluring.

Her eyebrows were drawn long and thin, her eyes were slightly upturned, and her eyes were watery as she looked at the man at the door with a half-smile.

Her slender waist was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, loosely held together by the slender belt.

Below, her hips suddenly widened, and further down, a pair of straight, slender legs emerged from beneath the hem of her dress, her skin so white it was almost translucent, gleaming with a warm, pearly sheen in the candlelight.

Her whole body is curvaceous and shapely, with every inch perfectly proportioned.

The most striking feature was her chest; the neckline of her pink blouse was wide open, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her two full breasts swayed precariously, trembling slightly as she stood up, as if they might break free of the fabric at any moment.

"Sir, please come and sit down."

Jue Ji's voice was as soft as melting honey. She raised one arm, the sleeve slipped down, revealing her smooth, jade-like forearm, and gently patted the brocade cushion beside her with her fingers.

Every movement seemed meticulously calculated; the twisting of her waist, the angle of her gaze, even the depth of her breathing, all perfectly showcased every inch of her strengths.

This is not seduction, but a hunt.

Su Mu stood at the door, his gaze falling on her, his pupils dilating slightly.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavy. He took a step forward, his steps hurried, his gaze burning as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Jue Ji was secretly delighted.

It's always like this.

These Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, no matter how calm and restrained they are on ordinary days, become even more pathetic than ordinary men when they are in front of her and on this brocade rug.

She had seen too many looks like that.

Before entering the room, those so-called "pillars" all exuded righteousness and seemed invulnerable.

But once she took off her kimono and revealed her skin, all they could see in their eyes was desire.

Then, just when they are most relaxed and least on guard, she only needs to gently reach out, place her hand on their neck, and apply a little pressure with her fingertips.

With a snapping sound, her life ended amidst the astonished, resentful, and incredulous gazes of these men.

Even powerful 'pillars' are not much different from ordinary people.

Killing people like this is much easier than fighting to the death outside.

Jueji snapped out of her reverie and watched Su Mu approach step by step, her smile deepening. She even deliberately pulled her collar down further, revealing a deeper cleavage, and lightly licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.

"That knife at your waist, sir... looks terrifying."

Jue Ji's gaze fell on the Sun Wheel Blade, and she said in a coquettish tone, "I'm timid and get flustered when I see a sword. Could you... please take it off first, sir?"

As she spoke, she timidly shrank her shoulders, looking pitiful.

Su Mu stopped and looked down at the Nichirin Blade at his waist, seemingly hesitating for a moment.

But soon, he obediently nodded and reached out to untie the knife belt.

A hint of smugness flashed in Jue Ji's eyes.

However, Su Mu did not put the knife aside.

He gripped the scabbard, his thumb pressing against the guard, and slowly pushed the blade out of the scabbard.

"Zheng—"

A clear cry, like the roar of a dragon.

The candlelight reflected off the blade, giving it a strange dark red color, like frost and snow soaked by the setting sun.

Nichirin Blade, specifically designed for slaying demons.

The blade was faintly rippled with subtle patterns, like rippling water, yet it concealed a deadly intent.

Su Mu lowered his head, his left hand gently stroking the blade, his fingertips sliding from the hilt to the tip, the movement extremely slow.

For the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Nichirin Blade is like their own life.

Jue Ji understood what the Nichirin Blade meant to a swordsman, but she wasn't in a hurry. No matter how much she cherished the Nichirin Blade, she couldn't carry it while making love, could she?

Sure enough, Su Mu simply stroked the blade with his hand before putting it down.

"Indeed, all men are the same."

Jue Ji's eyes held deep disdain, yet her heart was filled with pride; her perfect, delicate body was simply too alluring to these people.

That's the advantage of being a ghost.

If it were a human, their skin would likely sag and wrinkles would deepen within a few decades. No matter how beautiful they were, they would become ugly under the ravages of time.

But ghosts are different.

Demons don't age, don't need to earn money to support themselves, don't get sick or die, and never lose anything. Daki believed that demons, being both beautiful and powerful, could do anything.

However, just as Jueji was trying to think, she saw the other person raise their head and see their eyes.

very calm eyes

There was absolutely no greed or desire.

Suddenly, Jue Ji was slightly taken aback and immediately realized that something was wrong. Almost instinctively, she wanted to retreat.

But it was too late.

At that moment, Su Mu drew his blade. The blade was so fast that before Jue Ji could react, it had already severed her head.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

Wait until the head hits the ground.

Jue Ji then realized that her head had been severed by the stinky man in front of her, and she couldn't understand why at all.

How can someone be so infatuated with you one second, and then so cold-hearted the next?

At this moment, the bewilderment in his heart even outweighed the pain and anger of being beheaded.

"Why? Why?"

The severed head of the Jue Ji angrily questioned.

"You're a demon. Demon slayers use Nichirin Blades to sever demon heads. Why would they need to explain why?"

Su Mu sheathed his sword, showing no sign of relaxation despite severing Jue Ji's head, for he knew very well that merely cutting off Jue Ji's head could not truly kill this demon.

As twin demons, beheading only one demon is not enough to truly kill the other. As twin demons, as long as the other one is alive, the one that is beheaded will not die like a regular demon, but will be able to regenerate. To kill twin demons, you must behead them both at the same time.

"You knew I was a ghost from the very beginning? You did it on purpose from the start?"

Jue Ji, whose head was now the only thing left, was filled with shock.

"Are you that stupid? You only realize this now?"

Su Mu looked at Jue Ji, his hand resting on the blade, his gaze calm.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Jueji's beautiful face was contorted with rage, and she almost cried out, "How awful! How awful! Brother, brother, come out quickly! This man is bullying me! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to eat him! Ahhhhh! Brother..."

As Jue Ji cried out in a shrill voice, the patterns on her back began to writhe. Then, a ghost, naked from the waist up and wearing loose blue trousers with red and black ribbons wrapped around its arms, suddenly appeared in front of Jue Ji.

The other representative of the Twin Demons, Gyutaro.