In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

“I am earnestly begging you.”

"I hope you can—"

Ibaraki-dōji looked down at Ian's waist.

"Able to thrust your great club into Shuten-dōji's body."

"..."

The description is completely undisguised.

Compared to Shuten-dōji, Ibaraki-dōji, who looks much more serious, seems to know more than her age suggests.

This might be seen as a sign of maturity for her, but it's a bit of a headache for Ian right now.

Ibaraki-dōji fully understood what he was saying.

This means she wasn't joking.

But why make such a request at this particular time?

Ian's doubts did not last long.

Because Ibaraki-dōji quickly went on to explain;

You must be wondering why I'm saying this, right?

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

After all, he was genuinely puzzled by it.

"Then I will tell you."

Ibaraki-dōji stared directly at the great Onmyoji who was much taller than him.

“Every time you and Minamoto no Yorimitsu reproduce, Shuten-dōji will eavesdrop at the door.”

"I simply couldn't stand by and watch any longer."

That's why I came to ask you and Shuten to try it once too.

“If you are willing to do this, Shuten will be very happy.”

“And I…” Ibaraki-dōji hesitated slightly, then said, “I am willing to pay the corresponding price for this!”

"So please, humans!"

After saying this, Ibaraki-dōji kowtowed loudly again, his attitude so serious that it seemed he was dealing with something extremely important.

You realize that if you don't agree to Ibaraki-dōji's request, she might continue praying like this for an entire day.

[You know she's Shuten-dōji's best friend, so she would never joke about something like that.]

But you don't have those kinds of thoughts either.

You know you need to have a suitable solution.

You decide to do something.

"I understand, Ibaraki."

"In that case—"

"Just call Shuten over here."

"Eh?!"

Ibaraki-dōji raised his head.

A look of disbelief appeared in her clear yellow eyes—she had never expected the other party to agree so readily.

Do you know what you're saying?

Hearing this almost identical question, but with the positions reversed at this moment, Ian's expression became somewhat subtle.

"Of course I know."

"Then you wait!"

"I'll go right away!"

After saying that, Ibaraki-dōji turned and ran away, as if he was afraid that Ian would change his mind.

She looked as if she were the source of all this desire.

Watching Ibaraki-dōji's departing figure, Ian felt much more at ease.

after all--

Shuten-dōji was fortunate to have such a friend.

That's an invaluable blessing.

You returned to your room.

You are waiting for Shuten-dōji to arrive.

dong dong dong.

The sound of running echoed down the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, the shoji door was pulled open.

An anxious Shuten-dōji appeared at the doorway.

She waved her hands up and down, gesturing wildly at Ian in front of her, and said:

"Uncle!"

"Don't listen to Ibaraki's nonsense! We never said anything like what she asked for!"

"..."

Ian didn't rush to answer Shuten-dōji, but instead glanced at the door behind her.

"Shuten, close the door first."

"Eh, oh..."

As Ian requested, Shuten-dōji closed the shoji door behind him.

The room suddenly became darker and quieter.

"Shuten, come here."

"..."

Although he didn't know what Ian wanted to do, Shuten-dōji still came to the Great Onmyoji as requested.

However, what she didn't expect was—

As soon as she arrived in front of him, she was picked up and placed on the desk that Ian often used.

"Shuten, tell me, why were you eavesdropping outside the door?"

"We weren't eavesdropping! You..."

Halfway through his sentence, Shuten-dōji noticed Ian's dismissive expression.

That's the kind of person who doesn't allow themselves to lie, and only allows themselves to tell the truth.

She hesitated for a moment, then muttered to herself:

"Okay... I only listened for a little while."

"Just for a moment?"

"Alright! We've heard everything, is that enough?!"

Shuten-dōji blushed and shouted:

"I'll be honest, I listened to it all very carefully!"

"If you think there's a problem with us... then say it!"

"Anyway, we won't care!"

After saying this, Shuten-dōji crossed his arms, turned his face away, and looked as if he was about to start something and then not care about anything else.

But that's how it appears on the surface.

But in reality, she was still extremely panicked.

What if Ian really gets angry?

After all, he wasn't too happy to hear about this kind of thing when he was on Ghost Island.

But this time.

Instead of getting angry, Ian asked Shuten-dōji a question.

"Shuten, you don't actually find this kind of thing interesting, do you?"

"..."

Shuten-dōji lowered his head.

Her fingers moved restlessly across the desk.

Now that Ian was right in front of her, she had to consider whether this was the only chance she would ever have to say it.

The air in the room remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Shuten-dōji's body began to emit a slight warmth that the usual commotion returned.

"Uncle."

"What we really care about is not procreation..."

Shuten-dōji raised his head, his purple eyes already showing a hint of first love and moisture.

"What we care about is you, Uncle."

"..."

Ian sighed.

From the moment he tasted the kuchikami (chewed sake), he actually understood some things to some extent.