I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

Lynn picked up Shinobu Kocho in her arms and slowly walked towards the room where she had rested.

His movements were very gentle.

The delicate body in his arms had long since shed all the defenses and pretenses of "Shinobu Kocho," returning to its most primal vulnerability, that of "material."

Her skin, burning hot from the emotional shock, radiated an astonishing heat through the plain white fabric.

On her tear-stained cheeks, a trace of sickly flush remained, along with a... satisfied smile that hadn't faded even in her unconsciousness.

He gently placed her on the bed.

Her pristine white kimono was slightly open, revealing a beautiful and delicate section of her neck.

In this safe house, he is the only rule, the absolute ruler.

Any soul that steps into this place, its past memories, present thoughts, and future aspirations... will be laid bare before him like an open book.

A soul whose mental defenses have been completely breached is more like a rough, unpolished gem.

Lynn had no desire to defile him whatsoever.

That's too basic.

He simply appreciated this "work"—his first, newly completed piece, which he had personally crafted—with the eye of a craftsman.

He can "see".

Deep within the soul of "Shinobu Kocho," there lies a fanatical faith born from him, a repressed love, the ecstasy of being recognized, and the humiliation of being manipulated...

These emotional storms are intertwining to form an ocean of energy.

"Good material."

A playful smile curved the corners of Lynn's mouth.

This was the first time he had encountered a "work" whose mental defenses had been so breached.

Previous guidance has remained at the level of clear awareness, like carving through a layer of frosted glass.

And now, that glass is shattered.

Directly interfering with someone's soul, or even crudely creating a dream for them, is like shoving standard answers into a student's head—the least efficient and most boring teaching method.

but……

A truly excellent work possesses an inherent potential that is far more valuable than an illusion forcibly instilled.

A completely new idea, one that had never been put into practice before, quietly emerged in Lynn's mind.

"Since safe houses are sanctuaries for the 'soul'."

"Then theoretically, I should be able to observe all the activities of the soul within, including... dreams."

What he needs to do is not to give.

Rather, it is about guidance and observation.

He extended a finger, its tip shimmering with light.

Then, gently, she touched Shinobu's smooth forehead.

He didn't inject anything.

He merely opened a gate called "direction" for her chaotic sea of ​​souls that yearned for him.

A stage that allows her to freely express the true nature of her soul and deliver her innermost thoughts.

What will she dream about next?

This is the most crucial "in-class quiz".

Is it the long-awaited reunion and embrace?

Is it a gentle compliment I've been hoping for for three years?

still is……

Some even bolder, more outrageous scenes that she would never have dared to imagine even when she was sober?

Lynn had a small expectation for this.

after all.

Students' dreams are the most authentic and interesting "answer sheet" for evaluating teaching results.

As a teacher, it is only natural for him to grade students' papers.

……

(The next chapter will conclude the Butterfly arc, with a plot everyone will love, I promise. Also, the chapter after that will open a new dungeon, something like the demon familiar's body-wearing.)

Chapter 143: The Bride's One-Man Show, and the Correct Solution After Class. The Eighth Wing!

Shinobu Kocho finds herself standing in the courtyard of the Butterfly Mansion.

The sun was warm, and the wisteria flowers were in full bloom.

The gentle voice of her older sister, Kanae Butterfly, came from behind her.

"Ren, come here quickly."

She turned around abruptly, and that familiar and gentle smiling face instantly made her feel incredibly at ease.

But the next second, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the man next to her sister.

who is he?

He was wearing the same Demon Slayer Corps uniform, but his aura was completely different from any other swordsman she had ever seen.

It lacks the malevolent aura of someone constantly battling ghosts; instead, it possesses a tranquility like that of an ancient well.

His face was so handsome it was almost mesmerizing, especially his dark eyes, which were gentle and calm, as if they could reflect the stars and absorb all the unease in one's heart.

“Ren, this is our new colleague, Mr. Lynn.”

The older sister, Kanae, introduced the girl with a smile, her tone carrying a familiar warmth she had never heard before.

"From now on, he will be our partner in fighting alongside us."

The man named Lynn nodded slightly to her and gave her a gentle smile.

Just a glance.

Shinobu Kocho felt as if her heart had been gently scalded by that gaze and that smile.

Immediately afterwards, the man named Lynn bowed slightly to her and said in a tone that seemed to be asking for advice:

"Miss Shinobu Kocho, I heard from Ms. Kanae that you are the most outstanding pharmacologist and swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"I've just joined, and I still have many questions about the practical application of breathing techniques. Could you please give me some pointers?"

Instruct...him?

Butterfly was stunned.

An unprecedented and unfamiliar emotion quietly rose in her heart.

This is... a subtle sense of satisfaction from being relied upon.

"of course can."

She heard herself answer in a confident voice that even she herself found unfamiliar.

……

On the training ground.

The sound of wooden swords clashing was crisp and rapid.

"too slow."

Shinobu Kocho's figure, like a fluttering purple butterfly, ghostly circled behind Lynn, and the end of her wooden sword precisely and lightly touched the back of his neck.

Lynn paused, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"Your thrust only pursued speed, but neglected the shift of your body's center of gravity."

Shinobu Kocho sheathed her wooden sword, stood opposite him, and explained intently.

"Even if such a strike hits, it won't cause fatal damage."

"Come again."

Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes becoming extremely serious.

The battle begins again.

Once.

Again.

Lynn was "defeated" time and time again.

Shinobu Kocho also gradually became immersed in this peculiar "teaching".

She was captivated by his focused gaze.

He was captivated by his undisguised admiration for himself.

She was even more intoxicated by the feeling that she could use her own power to "guide" him, "shape" him, and even "protect" him.

It turns out that being the "teacher" is so reassuring...

And yet... it's intoxicating.

Finally, when her wooden sword was once again lightly pressed against his throat, Lynn completely lowered his weapon, looked at her, and said with heartfelt admiration.

"I lost."

"Miss Shinobu, you are far more powerful than I imagined."

He looked up, and his dark eyes, which had been calm when they first met, were now filled with starlight as he gazed at her intently.

"Tolerate……"

He couldn't help but softly call her name, take a step forward, and grasp her hand holding the knife.

His palms were very warm.

"Perhaps, what I really need to learn is not just swordsmanship..."

Shinobu's heart skipped a beat.

……

The scene changes.

It's a brightly lit, bustling red-light district.

Countless blood-red ribbons, like deadly venomous snakes, came swooping in from all directions.

“Shinobu, left wing!” Kanae’s voice was calm and gentle.

The butterfly understood perfectly, and with a sharp blade, it pierced the demon's vital point.

But, just as a ribbon was about to wrap around her ankle—

A black sword light flashed suddenly!

So fast! So fast that even Shinobu Kocho could only catch a fleeting afterimage!

It's Lynn.

He didn't use any fancy moves, just the simplest thrust, but the extreme speed gave this sword a terrifying power that could tear everything apart.

He didn't even turn around; with just a glance, Shinobu Kocho understood.

Taking advantage of the brief opening created by Lynn, she turned her blade and unleashed [Breath of Insects, Dance of the Butterfly, Teasing]!

With the three working together flawlessly, Upper Moon Six's head flew off.

The battle is over.

The older sister walked to Ren's side, her face showing her usual gentle smile, but her eyes held a hint of mischievous teasing.

"Oh dear...々々..."