Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 38 Sleepwalking and Biting

These cat statues do come in various sizes, and some are even unfinished.

"Then... how many should I give you?" Shugo asked, swallowing hard.

"547." Muzan's voice was as melodious as a clear spring, yet it sent a chill down Shugo's spine, causing him to gasp.

547?

How long will it take to complete this?

Moreover, his mind is completely blank right now, and he has no idea how to start.

A carving knife that looked quite old was handed to him.

"Use this one first. It was originally yours, and it's been around for hundreds of years. It's not very good now. I'll make you another one later." Muzan saw Shugo's hesitant expression as he took out the tools one by one, and he added a sentence.

Hiiragi, who was once a craftsman, is very thoughtful.

This sensitive mind began to overthink things as always.

The fact that the tools are still in good condition after all these years means they must have been carefully maintained.

Hiiragi was moved.

Ren Guang, who actually sent people to perform regular maintenance: ...What the hell?! Is there no justice in this world?!

From a pampered human prince to the arrogant progenitor of demons, Muzan could hardly have considered all these aspects.

Muzan didn't bother to explain, showing no remorse whatsoever, and unceremoniously took all the credit.

Now Renguang is his ghost, and what Renguang does is what he did.

Under the hopeful gaze of the beautiful woman, Shugo had no choice but to take the carving knife and begin carving with clumsy technique.

The original owner has been dead for so many years; the beautiful woman must be very sad as a widow.

[Fine, I'm the one who's in this body after all, so I have to keep my promise.]

Come on, original owner, your muscle memory should still be there, right?

Oniwu Tsuji smiled miserably.

Why hasn't Shuuga given up on this strange guess yet?

What does it mean to occupy the body? Isn't this your body?

Fujiwara Shugo: ...I didn't feel anything about what you were saying. It felt like you were telling a story, and it seemed pretty fake.

If Shugo regained his memories, he would definitely complain that Muzan was looking at him through a filter, thinking of him as too perfect.

Shugo followed his heart completely and gradually began to feel something.

Muzan watched the carving knife moving up and down quietly, as if he had returned to his most carefree childhood.

After finishing his work, Shugo would sometimes take out some miscellaneous books to read or do some carving.

He would play with his new toys nearby, and sometimes he would sit in his lap and listen to Shugo read aloud.

If you get sleepy, snuggle up in Shugo's arms and take a nap. When you wake up, it will be time for snacks.

Worries are nothing more than drinking bitter medicine every day; can I have an extra piece of candy today?

A gentle and serene smile involuntarily appeared on Muzan's lips. His red eyes were filled with reminiscence of beautiful memories of the past, and his originally unapproachable aura softened, making him appear more approachable.

Shugo, whose attention was gradually wandering, couldn't help but turn his gaze to Muzan.

The stunningly beautiful woman with black hair and red eyes, dressed in a black outfit with spider lily patterns, always held a mysterious attraction for him.

Shugo was stunned for a moment, his heart raced, and blood rushed to his head.

Is this what it feels like to fall in love?

The beautiful woman opposite him seemed to be bathed in a soft light filter under the dim yellow candlelight in the hall, making her exceptionally beautiful.

"Who are you looking at?" Muzan, snapping out of his daze, asked mischievously, breaking the silence.

"Look at you," Shugo replied instinctively, his ears turning bright red as he realized what he'd done.

Muzan stared in surprise at Shugo's bright red ears.

—It's actually this funny?

With wicked intentions arising, Muzan used his years of experience mingling among humans to make Shugo blush in no time.

Muzan experienced the benefits of Shugo's amnesia.

so fun.

In the past, Shugo wouldn't have been moved at all, and would have even asked him with a stern face if he was in love.

As Muzan eagerly reached out his claws to tease Shugo, it made the man blush.

As the sun gradually rose, Shugo put down his carving knife and went to rest.

Ghosts are creatures that are active at night and hide during the day.

Shugo was stunned as he watched Muzan squeeze in with practiced ease.

"Wait? You?" Hiiragi stammered, his words tumbling out incoherently.

【Oh no! Oh no! Will they recognize it as a fake?】

Shugo asked himself if the lover he had painstakingly resurrected was an imposter, and he would definitely kill the imposter.

Muzan chuckled, his heart pounding with panic, yet his face remained calm.

It looks particularly intimidating.

Could it be that this is how they just fool people in court? Muzan's gaze towards Shuugochi became even stranger.

"Um, Ningning, let's sleep separately for now," Shugo blurted out awkwardly.

Ignoring Muzan, he crawled into bed and the next second put his hand on Shugo's waist, leaned his head against the branch, and squinted his red eyes leisurely, like a well-fed cat, his little mouth opening to utter sweet words.

"Shūgo, it's been a long time since we've been together."

"I'm scared, scared that you'll disappear again like that day..." Muzan didn't finish his sentence, revealing an expression that said, 'I'm very weak but I'm holding on.'

Her voice was full of the urge to cry, which made Shugo panic.

Hearing this, Shugo couldn't refuse, so he didn't say anything more, but his body was extremely tense.

Feeling the warmth through his clothes, Shugo's scalp tingled; this was likely to be a sleepless night.

As he counted the sheep, Hiiragi gradually drifted off to sleep.

The agonizing wait over the centuries filled Muzan with uncertainty and doubt.

Muzan felt the slow heartbeat coming from his arm, and a long-lost sense of security filled his heart.

Live.

Although it was a bit cold and my heartbeat was a bit slow, I was still alive.

Muzan closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Shugo is dreaming as he sleeps.

He had a dream filled with the aroma of delicious food, which made the sleeping Shugo restless and unable to resist.

—It smells so good!

—It's okay to just take one bite, right?

——Ouch!

Mmm! It's so delicious it's bursting with flavor!

Even in his dream, Shugo was so happy that he squinted his eyes.

In reality, Muzan opened his eyes and looked at Shugo, who had suddenly bitten his neck.

The wet tongue sucked on it roughly.

It seemed as if they were still not satisfied.

The sharp teeth bit down with even greater force.

The precious blood of the progenitor of demons is flowing out more and more.

Muzan looked at the unsuspecting Shugo with a dark expression, seemingly lost in thought.

Do you feel no craving for human flesh, but instead have an appetite for his blood?

Could it be because it has been nourished with blood all these years?

Over the past century, Muzan has been injecting blood into Shugo's corpse to speed up the process, and the blood he has collected is now the equivalent of the blood of countless progenitors of demons.

You should get checked out by those doctors.

There's a huge difference between a ghost transformed from a corpse and a ghost transformed from a living person.

"Shugo, wake up." Muzan gently patted Shugo.

"Hmm..." Hiiragi groggily opened his eyes a crack.

???

Sensing something was wrong, Shugo suddenly loosened his teeth and stared blankly at Muzan, whom he had bitten.

He doesn't have sleepwalking or pica, does he?

"I'm sorry, what happened to me?" Shugo was shocked. How could he bite someone in his sleep?

Muzan then proceeded to explain his speculations in detail.

"So I'll have to drink your blood from now on?" Shugo was stunned.

Isn't this just a vampire?

"That's about right." Muzan had a barely perceptible joy in his eyes. "It's alright, I don't mind. I have a strong recovery ability. Transforming into a demon will naturally cause blood to be separated, it's no big deal."

Good thing.

—The biggest advantage is that Shugo won't be able to run away anymore; he'll have to stay by his side.

Muzan thought darkly.

"This—isn't that a bad idea?" Shugo hesitated, wanting to say something more.

The next second, his mouth was covered.

A nimble tongue then darted in.

Muzan bit his tongue and fed Shugo.

The rich aroma explodes in your mouth.

Shugo couldn't resist the temptation in his dream, and naturally he couldn't in reality either.

This temptation is like a starving person in a famine facing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

My hungry stomach kept twitching, and the constant secretion of gastric acid felt like it was trying to corrode my stomach.

The overwhelming hunger surged to his brain, almost making Shugo lose his mind, and he instinctively rushed forward.

The two kissed passionately on the bed like a couple deeply in love.

Shugo snapped out of his daze, a subtle sense of guilt and moral condemnation filling his heart.

My first kiss is gone?

Muzan: ... (Turns his head away guiltily)

What would you want to do if your loved one was in a vegetative state and unable to move?

A person with a high moral character would not disregard the wishes of a person in a vegetative state.

Kibutsuji Muzan clearly does not belong to the category of people mentioned above.

Naturally, I did things that I shouldn't have done, but I did everything I could except for the last line.