Kill Anyone Who Dares Bully Her

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

Thus, having inherited the original's memories, Muzan made his way into Aoya with ease.

Seeing the proprietress hurrying over, he wordlessly pulled out a wad of money.

"Send the Oiran over."

The proprietress accepted the money, immediately beaming with delight. She agreed obsequiously several times before hurrying off to fetch Koinatsu.

She had known that little girl was a cash cow!

She was already so alluring at such a young age. Once she grew up, wouldn't she make a fortune?

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

He could only look and not eat, so what was the point of lingering?

Muzan was genuinely growing impatient as he watched Douma rush in excitedly.

If you have so much free time, can you stop following me around?

Seeing the somewhat gloomy look on Lord Muzan's face, Douma shamelessly walked in, sat down on the tatami without ceremony, and looked at Muzan across from him with a smiling face. "Lord Muzan, why do you look so upset?"

"Phew—"

After Douma finished speaking, Muzan let out a long breath. His gloomy expression gradually turned into the same fake smile Douma wore. He stood, crossed the room in a few steps, and grabbed Douma without a word.

Douma: "???"

He opened the window and hurled him out with all his strength.

Douma: "!!!"

"Lord Muzan—!!!"

"Ah, that felt good!"

Muzan watched Douma's figure fly into the distance, disappearing beyond the horizon along with the setting sun. A genuinely satisfied smile appeared on his face as he comfortably sat back down on the tatami.

With someone like Douma, you couldn't be nice to him. Otherwise, he would push his luck and buzz around you nonstop.

Soon, the proprietress led Koinatsu in. "This lord specifically asked for you. Serve him well, and don't spoil his mood."

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

If it weren't for this guy, she could have spent a little longer with her brother.

Seeing Koinatsu like this, the proprietress could only smile apologetically. "This child is always like this. Please don't take offense."

Muzan said nothing. He simply stood, walked over to Koinatsu, and reached out to stroke her head.

It felt pretty nice.

Koinatsu kept a cold face and let Muzan touch her head as he pleased.

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

Koinatsu: "?"

In the past, customers had only come for her beauty. And as the Oiran, buying out her contract would not be easy.

She looked into Muzan's eyes and found none of the ugly desire those customers carried.

"No." Koinatsu refused outright, only wanting to deal with this guy as quickly as possible.

The proprietress was somewhat displeased as well. "My lord, this child is our Oiran..."

Muzan glanced at her, then looked back at Koinatsu as he stroked her snow-white hair.

"Along with your brother, I'll adopt both of you. You won't have to go hungry anymore, and no one will bully you. How about it?"

Although Koinatsu was only ten and had been taught by Gyutaro to always put on a cold expression, she was still just an innocent little girl.

She had gone hungry and cold ever since she was little, so Muzan's words were extremely tempting.

And she could stay with her brother, too.

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

"Fine. Let's go find your brother."

Muzan stood up, and the proprietress hurriedly said, "My lord, this isn't quite appropriate..."

As she spoke, she quickly stepped forward to stop Koinatsu from taking Muzan to Gyutaro, roughly grabbing her wrist.

As the Demon King with countless demons under his command and abundant wealth, Muzan produced a sum of money that made the proprietress' eyes go wide.

The magic of money made the proprietress release Koinatsu's hand at once. Her previously displeased face immediately turned fawning and delighted. "My lord, I'll take you to her brother right away."

"Where are their contracts?"

Muzan looked at her.

Did she think that huge sum of money was a tip?

This was money to buy their freedom.

Having money did not mean he would throw it away, especially not to someone like the proprietress, who cared nothing for human lives as long as there was money to be made.

"I'll go get them right away!"

The proprietress ran upstairs to fetch the contracts. Muzan lowered his head and looked at Koinatsu. "Let's go."

Koinatsu nodded. They found Gyutaro, who had already left and was striding fiercely down the street with a sickle in hand.

Hearing approaching footsteps behind him, Gyutaro gripped his sickle tightly and turned around with a vicious glare. But when he saw Koinatsu, his expression immediately softened, and he turned to approach her.

Noticing Muzan beside Koinatsu, he watched Muzan cautiously with an aggressive gaze.

"Brother, he wants to adopt both of us."

Koinatsu pointed at Muzan and smiled happily at Gyutaro.

Gyutaro looked Muzan up and down suspiciously.

What is this guy after?

"What do you want?"

He gripped the sickle in his hand and glared at Muzan.

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

He smiled and looked down at the dirty Gyutaro.

"I want to adopt you two. From now on, you'll be able to eat whatever you want, wear good clothes, and never have to fear being bullied again."

Although Gyutaro wanted to give Koinatsu a happy life, he clearly did not trust a stranger. He grabbed Koinatsu and pulled her behind him.

Muzan's smiling face, coupled with the fact that he clearly looked like someone born into happiness, made Gyutaro extremely irritated.

"You! We don't need you!"

Muzan sighed.

"Do you want your sister, who is only ten years old, to serve people at Aoya? And then one day be bullied by some vile people?

"Don't you want your sister to live a happy life from now on?"

Gyutaro gritted his teeth and forced out vicious words through them. "You!"

Although Koinatsu did not understand why her brother was acting this way, seeing that he was upset because of the person before them, she immediately changed her attitude as well. She hid behind Gyutaro and glared at Muzan.

Muzan: "..."

You two really are something!

But clearly, despite how displeased Gyutaro was, Muzan had struck at what he cared about most. He wanted his sister to live happily, rather than be bullied in such a disgusting place.

Besides, this guy looked weak. Even if they were adopted, if he dared bully Koinatsu, Gyutaro would kill him!

He would definitely protect Koinatsu!

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

Hearing that, Muzan was delighted. "Fine. Come on, I'll take you to get washed up and buy some new clothes."

Muzan smoothly slipped into the role of a father.

Under Gyutaro's irritated gaze, he contentedly rubbed his blackish-gray hair.

It was messy and a little dirty. It did not feel as nice as Koinatsu's hair, but it would definitely feel good once it was washed clean.

Gyutaro struggled a few times, covered his head, and glared fiercely at Muzan.

"Don't touch me!"

"Alright, alright, I won't touch you."

As he said that, Muzan continued rubbing his head.

Gyutaro struggled a few times but could not break free.

"You're so filthy. You need a good wash, and I'll buy you a few new outfits. From now on, stop running around with your chest exposed..."