Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

I don't know when it started, but my uncle has been surrounded by many people.

Some even started monopolizing their uncle's time, like Nezuko.

All of this happened

For a long time, Kanao was confused and found it hard to accept.

However, Kanao, who knew her uncle well, realized that this seemed to be what her uncle wanted and liked, so she silently acquiesced to everything.

He chose to let Nezuko take over the time that originally belonged to him and his uncle at night.

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Makomo felt an indescribable shame the moment Kanao pushed open the door, and was even quite angry when the door was opened.

After all, if it were someone of the opposite sex who opened the door, that would be something Makomo could never accept.

Fortunately, it was a girl.

Although I accept it, I feel incredibly ashamed.

However, after recognizing the girl as Kanao, her anger subsided considerably. Makomo knew Kanao's place in the master's heart; probably no one could compare to Kanao.

So, ultimately, we faced this situation.

Makomo simply kept her eyes tightly closed.

As long as you close your eyes, nothing happens.

As long as I close my eyes, there are only my husband and I in the room.

It resembles an ostrich buried in the sand.

…………

Su Mu was actually quite annoyed when he saw the door being pushed open, but when he realized it was Kanao, he became a little nervous, and even felt a bit strange.

But when people are excited, they often can't stop.

The same applies to demons, who possess physical limits far exceeding those of humans.

…………

The cold winter wind blew in through the door, lowering the temperature of the warm room. When the cold wind blew on a person, it felt like a shock.

"call……"

After an unknown amount of time, Su Mu stopped and looked at Makomo, who had closed her eyes and covered her face with a pillow she had somehow found.

Su Mu slowly got up, put on his clothes, and dressed.

In fact, Su Mu hadn't expected such an unexpected situation to occur tonight.

They even went out of their way to escort Kanao back to her room.

But such an unexpected event still occurred.

to be frank

It's actually not easy to face.

even

It was a little awkward.

Chapter 307 When will it be my turn?

Kanao seemed to realize that something was amiss, as if she had interrupted her uncle's good time, so she turned and left.

Su Mu got out of bed, put on his clothes, and wanted to go out and take a look, but he hesitated when he saw Makomo hiding her body under the covers.

After all... leaving at this time isn't a good idea.

"Let's go see Kanao quickly."

Makomo's little head peeked out from under the covers, her delicate face full of charm, and her brows carrying a hint of spring passion.

Su Mu was somewhat worried that Makomo was saying this on purpose. In reality, he was angry but still hesitated.

"Don't keep Kanao waiting for too long."

Makomo spoke again, pulling her slender, white arm out from under the covers and pushing it against his thigh.

Su Mu glanced into Zhen Gu's eyes.

The girl did not flinch, and seemed genuinely worried about Kanao's situation, as if she really wanted him to take a good look at Kanao.

Seeing that he still hadn't gone, Makomo seemed a little anxious. She got up, still wrapped in the blanket, and pushed him.

Su Mu glanced at it briefly.

Young girls are full of youth and vitality, which always stirs the heart.

"Go find Kanao quickly."

Makomo pushed her hands away, though the action would inevitably reveal her private parts and make people feel ashamed, she still tried her best to suppress her embarrassment.

Besides, for the gentleman, it doesn't really count as a wardrobe malfunction, does it?

Su Mu glanced at it again, but didn't insist.

He simply put on his coat, closed the door, and went outside.

With the door closed, the cold wind outside stopped blowing in, and the room temperature seemed to return to normal.

just

Compared to the room with the gentleman earlier, it felt noticeably colder now.

Back in bed, the slightest movement made me feel a little uncomfortable. I frowned and forced myself to get back to bed.

Covered with the blankets, Makomo lay quietly on the bed, silently sensing her current state. The feeling of the two of them intertwining their fingers, gazing into each other's eyes, and finally being together seemed to be right before her eyes.

The room was unusually quiet with only one person inside. She desperately wanted her husband to come back soon, and kept glancing at the door, but there was no movement.

The girl pursed her lips, then puffed out her cheeks.

At that moment, I felt a little regretful; I shouldn't have urged my husband to go find Kanao.

But I don't regret it that much.

After all, she knew Kanao's place in the master's heart.

Besides, she didn't want to be such a petty and jealous woman.

However, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

She wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but the lingering sensations in her body made her feel as if she were still in an excited state, her heart was still beating very fast, and it seemed difficult to fall asleep for a short time.

There was no other way but to open my eyes.

Everything in the room seemed unfamiliar. This wasn't her room; it was her first time stepping into it. In the future, she might become a regular visitor or even the hostess of this room under a different identity.

There's a feeling I can't quite describe.

Although she was slow to realize it, Makomo seemed to vaguely sense that her identity had changed.

It seems that she will no longer be the girl named Makomo from Mount Sagiri, but will instead assume a different identity.

Perhaps, she would be mistaken for the man's wife.

The change in identity wasn't so hard to accept; it seemed like I realized it naturally.

Upon realizing her own identity, she inexplicably thought of the evil spirit in her master's body.

By now, she no longer cares that the man is a demon, and she has accepted that he once killed innocent swordsmen such as Hiroshi Furukawa... She accepts all of this, but that doesn't mean that others feel the same way.

Perhaps with the change in identity, it is natural to have some worries in one's heart, worrying about how others will view this ghost, sir?

There must have been many other swordsmen who, like myself, did not understand the master.

Will everyone's hatred for ghosts transfer to the gentleman?

Naturally, these thoughts came to mind, and Makomo's emotions were immediately thrown into turmoil.

Even now, she feels indignant on behalf of her husband. Why should he be treated differently just because he is a ghost? At this moment, Makomo never imagined that she herself was once one of those people.

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Su Mu stepped out of the room, and the cold wind outside made him shiver slightly; the temperature on a winter night was still quite low.

However, given the demon's physical abilities, it adapted completely in no time.

After getting used to it a little, I immediately started looking for Kanao.

The girl was not seen in the yard; she had probably already left. However, the footprints left on the snow were very clear.

Following the footprints, we soon arrived at the living room of a house.

The candles were lit, and the flickering light illuminated the living room. A delicate young woman sat alone in a chair, seemingly lost in thought, her expression blank and somewhat dazed.

Su Mu walked over.

Seemingly hearing a noise, Kanao turned around. When she saw him arrive, her eyes brightened for a moment, but then she turned her head away as if she hadn't seen him.

When Su Mu got closer, Kanao still acted as if she hadn't seen him.

Su Mu didn't disturb them, but simply moved a stool and sat down next to them.

The girl didn't hold out for long. After a while, she couldn't help herself and kicked his ankle with her small ankle, but the force wasn't strong.

Su Mu looked up at Kanao

"Why did you come all this way? Why didn't you go to your warm bed with Makomo?"

The girl muttered to herself.

"You're not in a warm bed either."

Su Mu reached out and stroked Kanao's little head.

The girl didn't refuse; her beautiful eyes seemed to narrow gently as he stroked her.

"Hurry back, Makomo-neechan is probably still waiting for you."

The girl said something in a low voice.