83. A House in Tokyo

"Mitsuri."

"Yes, Kotaro-sama."

Both of them looked at each other and then nodded with solemn faces. It was time to make a decision. It was time to…

"We need to buy a house!" x2

Remembering the incident from yesterday, Mitsuri blushed while Kotaro just clasped his palm to his forehead. Damn! He should have known better.

After all, how could he have gotten the moniker - Beast? Wasn't it because Aiko and the others had peeked at him?!

Why did he forget in the heat of the moment that someone might see them doing it in broad daylight?

Senjuro didn't need to say it. His reaction of blushing and running away whenever he encountered Kotaro and Mitsuri was enough for Kotaro to deduce it.

That kid… he saw them!

"It was our fault."

"Y-Yes."

Mitsuri nodded at this statement. Both of them should have controlled themselves. But the atmosphere was just too good to waste. Moreover…

'It felt so good.' x2

Mitsuri patted her hand on her lower stomach, just above her womb, in remembrance and blushed, while Kotaro adjusted himself to ensure no one noticed the awkwardness in his trousers.

As a married couple, this was bound to happen eventually, so Kotaro and Mitsuri both came to a decision:

They would buy a house in Tokyo. And…

"Kotaro, I heard that you want to buy a house."

"Yes, Kagaya-sama."

The news that he wanted to buy a house had reached Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. Now that Kotaro was a member himself, he addressed Kagaya with respect; otherwise, those Hashira would just glare at him and annoy him.

"Then…"

...

"Are you serious?!"

With a single word from Kagaya, both Kotaro and Mitsuri found themselves standing in front of a huge mansion, occupying a vast area, with the keys in their hands.

How rich were the Ubuyashiki? Damn! Now, the fake respect in Kotaro's heart turned real! If Kagaya had just gifted him this kind of house, he would have joined the Demon Slayer Corps without Mitsuri's insistence.

"Kotaro-sama, t-this is…"

"Yes. This is too big."

This was just too big for the two of them. But Kotaro wasn't backing out from accepting it. Hmph! As a modern man, how could he refuse a house?

Doesn't he realize where they were? This was Tokyo! In the future, his descendants would be able to live well simply by inheriting this place!

But speaking of descendants…

Kotaro's gaze shifted to Mitsuri, specifically to her belly. Descendants… Gulp! Kotaro couldn't help but imagine a small child with pink hair calling him dad.

Shiver!

"Kotaro-sama?"

Mitsuri looked at Kotaro with concerned eyes. Why did Kotaro-sama shiver out of nowhere? Was this place a bit too cold?

"It's nothing. I just thought of something nice."

This shiver was from happiness. If he weren't working as a Demon Slayer, he would have made Mitsuri pregnant long ago. But with this risky job, where his life was constantly on the line, he had postponed it.

'This is one more reason to kill Kibutsuji Muzan as quickly as possible.'

Creak…

Without any more thoughts, Kotaro handed Mitsuri the keys, and she opened the door. The doors, made of heavy wood, creaked as they opened.

Both of them entered, only to see the vast size of the place. Even after passing through the gate, there were still several meters of path to the main mansion.

"Ohh… Kotaro-sama, Oyakata-sama really gave us a huge mansion. We have to thank him for this gift!"

Thank him? Even though it was indeed a gift, Kagaya's eyes at that moment seemed to tell Kotaro to work himself to death killing demons.

"Well, we indeed have to thank him."

Seeing such a mansion, Kotaro decided to work himself to death killing demons. All he hoped was that he might receive more incentives from Kagaya-sama in the future.

...

"Have you completed it?"

In a dark room lit by only a candle, two men sat in front of each other. A man leaned closer to the candle, making his face visible.

Of course, it was Kotaro. After his question, the other man pushed up his glasses, which glinted, making him look a bit cooler than he usually did.

"Yes, Kotaro-sama. I have completed all the designs you gave me."

With excitement in his voice, Masao Maeda, the man previously threatened by Kotaro, smiled.

"Show me."

"Here they are."

Masao brought out the clothes he had made, all crafted according to Kotaro's designs. Kotaro lifted one of the garments, a sports bra and yoga pants. Then he looked through all the other clothes: bunny outfit, maid costume, bikini… Each one appeared in turn.

Unlike Kotaro's serious face, scrutinizing each of these clothes, Masao had a sleazy smile on his face, with blood trickling from his nose.

With each outfit, Masao couldn't help but imagine "someone" wearing these clothes.

"Masao…"

"Yes?"

"You… You aren't imagining Mitsuri in these clothes, are you? RIGHT?"

With emphasis on the "RIGHT," Masao snapped out of his fantasies and nodded frantically. He quickly replied, making sure Kotaro's three-section staff didn't end up hitting his face.

"Yes! How could I imagine Kotaro-sama's precious wife in these clothes! If I did, the gods would strike me with lightning!"

BOOOMMM!

At that moment, thunder cracked in the sky, echoing through the place.

"…"

Sweat started to form on Masao's forehead. Even though a cold wind was blowing, he was sweating heavily. Such a mystery.

Masao turned his head nervously toward Kotaro, only to see him smiling at him. That smile… he knew it all too well. How could he forget? It was the same smile Kotaro showed when he first hit him with the staff.

"K-Kotaro-sama… T-That was…"

"I know it."

"R-Really?"

Did he just get spared? Did this Mitsuri-obsessed man actually leave him unharmed?

"Yes. So, where should I hit you? Since you made the clothes, I'll let you choose where you want to be hit. Tell me, where do you want it?"

Masao wanted to cry. Was this really his fault? How could it be his fault? Wasn't it Kotaro's fault, since he had given Mitsuri's specifications when ordering these clothes?!

This isn't fair! But… where could he demand fairness? From God? Hadn't God betrayed him by summoning that thunder?

Masao stood up, grabbed the nearby table, and pushed his buttocks out.

"Please, hit here."