Dare to Bully Her and I'll Kill You

In fact, before he transmigrated, the original Muzan had experienced almost everything.

So, Muzan, who inherited the original memories, walked into the Aoya with practiced ease.

Seeing the proprietress run over, he pulled out a handful of money without a word:

"Send the Oiran over."

The proprietress took the money, her face immediately breaking into a smile. She responded obsequiously a few times and hurried off to call Koinatsu.

She knew that little girl was a cash cow!

So attractive at such a young age, wouldn't she make a fortune when she grew up?

Muzan and Douma were led into separate rooms. Douma tossed the little girl aside and left the room, running off to find Muzan again.

They can't be eaten, so why bother keeping them around?

Looking at Douma, who had excitedly run in, Muzan was genuinely annoyed.

You're incredibly bored, can you just leave me alone?

Douma saw that Muzan's expression was a bit gloomy. He shamelessly ran inside, sat down on the tatami mat without any pretense, and looked at Muzan, who was sitting on the other side. He smiled and said, "Lord Muzan, why do you look so unhappy~"

"Hoo—"

After he finished speaking, Muzan let out a long sigh. His originally gloomy expression gradually turned into a fake, smiling one, similar to Douma's. He stood up, walked a few steps to Douma, and lifted him up without a word.

Douma: "???"

He opened the window and, using all his strength, threw him far out the window.

Douma: "!!!"

"Lord Muzan—!!!"

"Ah, that feels better!"

Muzan watched Douma's figure disappear into the distance, fading away into the horizon along with the setting sun. A genuinely satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he comfortably sat back down on the tatami mat.

For people like Douma and Chiyo, if you don't give them a stern look, they'll definitely take advantage and buzz around you.

Soon, Koinatsu was brought in by the proprietress. "This lord specifically asked for you. You'd better serve him well and don't ruin his mood."

Koinatsu stood expressionlessly in front of Muzan, even with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

If it weren't for this guy, she could have spent more time with her brother.

Seeing Koinatsu's demeanor, the proprietress could only apologize with a smile, "This child is always like this, please don't mind her."

Muzan didn't speak. Instead, he stood up, walked in front of Koinatsu, and reached out to stroke her head.

The texture is nice.

Koinatsu let Muzan stroke her head with a cold expression.

Muzan smiled, squatted down, and looked at Koinatsu. "I'll adopt you."

Koinatsu: "?"

Past customers had only come for her beauty. Moreover, as an Oiran, it wasn't easy to redeem her.

She looked at Muzan's eyes; they didn't hold the ugly desires of those customers.

"No need," Koinatsu refused outright, just wanting to get rid of this guy quickly.

The proprietress was also a little displeased. "Sir, this child is our Oiran..."

Muzan glanced at her, then back at Koinatsu, stroking her fair white hair.

"Together with your brother, I'll adopt both of you. You won't go hungry or be bullied anymore. How about it?"

Although the ten-year-old Koinatsu always appeared cold under Gyutaro's tutelage, she was still just a simple young girl.

She had never had enough to eat or wear since she was young. Muzan's words were very tempting.

And she could stay with her brother.

Koinatsu's expression softened slightly. "I want to ask my brother."

"Alright, let's go find your brother."

Muzan stood up. The proprietress beside them quickly said, "Sir, this isn't quite right..."

As she spoke, she quickly moved to block Koinatsu, who was about to lead Muzan to find Gyutaro, and roughly grabbed her wrist.

As a Demon King with many subordinate demons and abundant wealth, Muzan produced a sum of money that made the proprietress's eyes widen.

Can't find the book title? You can try searching for the author, maybe they just changed their name!

The magic of money made the proprietress immediately let go. Her originally displeased expression instantly turned fawning and delighted. "Sir, I'll take you to find her brother right away."

"Where's the deed of sale?"

Muzan looked at her.

Did you think this large sum of money was a tip?

This is the money for redemption.

Just because he had money didn't mean he'd throw it around. And Muzan didn't want to give more money to a boss like her, who didn't care about human lives for cash.

"I'll go get it right now!"

The proprietress ran upstairs to fetch the deed of sale. Muzan looked down at Koinatsu. "Let's go."

Koinatsu nodded and found Gyutaro, who had already left and was walking down the street with a scythe in his hand, a fierce look on his face.

Gyutaro heard footsteps approaching from behind and tightened his grip on the scythe. He turned around fiercely, but upon seeing Koinatsu, his expression softened instantly. He turned back and walked towards her.

Noticing Muzan beside Koinatsu, his eyes, filled with aggression, cautiously watched Muzan.

"Brother, he wants to adopt both of us," Koinatsu said happily to Gyutaro, pointing at Muzan.

Gyutaro looked Muzan up and down with suspicion.

What does this guy want?

"What do you want?" he asked, glaring at Muzan with the scythe in his hand.

Muzan didn't mind his attitude. After all, surviving had been so difficult, and the malice around them forced them to be wary of everything.

He smiled and looked down at the dirty Gyutaro. "I want to adopt you. From now on, you can eat whatever you want, wear nice clothes, and you won't have to be afraid of being bullied."

Although Gyutaro wanted to give Koinatsu a happy life, he clearly didn't trust a stranger. He grabbed Koinatsu and pulled her behind him. Seeing Muzan's smiling face, and realizing he looked like someone who had always lived a happy life, Gyutaro felt extremely annoyed.

"You! We don't need you!"

Muzan sighed. "Then do you want your sister, who is only ten years old, to serve others at Aoya? And then one day be bullied by some scummy guys? Don't you want your sister to live a happy life starting now?"

Gyutaro gritted his teeth and squeezed out a fierce word through his teeth, "You!"

Koinatsu didn't quite understand why her brother was acting this way, but seeing that he was unhappy because of the person in front of them, she immediately changed her attitude. She hid behind Gyutaro and glared at Muzan.

Muzan: "..."

You two siblings are something else!

But it was clear that even though Gyutaro was very unhappy, Muzan had hit on the point he cared about most. He wanted his sister to live happily, not to be bullied in such a disgusting place.

Besides, this guy didn't look strong at all. Even if they were adopted, if this guy dared to bully Koinatsu, he would kill him! He was sure he could protect Koinatsu!

"We'll go with you! If you dare to bully Koinatsu, you're dead!"

Hearing this, Muzan was delighted. "Alright, let's go. I'll take you to take a bath and buy you new clothes."

Muzan skillfully slipped into the role of a father. He patted Gyutaro's blackish-gray hair with satisfaction under Gyutaro's displeased gaze. It was messy and a bit dirty, not as soft as Koinatsu's, but it would definitely feel comfortable after being washed.

Gyutaro struggled a few times, then hugged his head and glared fiercely at Muzan. "Don't touch me!"

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you," Muzan said, continuing to pat his head.

Gyutaro struggled a few more times but couldn't break free.

"You're so dirty, you need a good wash. I'll buy you some new clothes too. Don't run around with your chest exposed anymore..."