Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Kuang Jin, whom she held in her arms, had stopped beating completely, and her body was ice-cold.

In Sanemi's eyes, this was already a corpse.

Perhaps only by praying to the gods can my senior brother be saved.

"It's too late..."

Sanemi's tears fell and landed on Kōchin's face.

"Get out of the way!"

There was no time to waste any more words with Sanemi. Yayoi shoved Sanemi aside, grabbed Kurokichi, and laid him flat on the ground.

In front of Shimi, he tore open Kuang Jin's team uniform shirt, slashed open Kuang Jin's chest with a knife, and reached his hand inside.

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"Yayoi Kuwashima! What are you doing!"

Chapter 71 Does he really have to propose to me while forcibly kissing my senior brother?

"Yayoi Kuwashima! What are you doing!"

Sanemi grabbed Yayoi's wrist, her eyes red-rimmed. "Even if Kurokin is dead, you can't do this... How could you desecrate his body!"

His voice trembled violently, a mixture of despair and anger.

"Shut up!"

Yayoi swung her arm, throwing Sanemi away, causing him to stagger back several steps before regaining his balance.

His hands were covered in sticky blood, but his movements didn't stop for a moment. He grasped Kuang Jin's heart, which had stopped beating, and squeezed it, counting the frequency of his own heartbeats.

"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?" Yayoi said fiercely without looking up.

"..."

When did you become a doctor?

Sanemi, panting heavily, stared intently at Yayoi, his eyes filled with doubt.

How could someone with a mental problem become a doctor?

“I just became the one, so I say I am who I am.” Yayoi ignored Sanemi and focused all her attention on her subordinate’s heart.

He didn't have a medical license or anything like that. Every time he went to the Butterfly Mansion to freeload, he would squat down and watch Kanae perform first aid on the wounded. After watching it so many times, he remembered most of it.

No one dared to let her try it out.

In truth, Masachika Kubino was the first lucky person to experience her medical skills.

"You!" Sanemi trembled with rage, taking a step forward to try and stop him. "This is utter nonsense! Kuang Jin has already..."

"Shut up! If you keep talking, I'll slap you across the face!"

"..."

Tsk, does getting slapped in the face by a doctor count as a medical dispute?

Sanemi didn't understand.

Just as I was debating whether or not to go up and pull Yayoi away, Yayoi suddenly stopped what she was doing.

He reached out his other hand, pinched Kuang Jin's nose, forced him to tilt his head back, then leaned down, pressed his lips to Kuang Jin's, and breathed into his chest.

Sanemi's mind went blank for a moment, as if it had just gone blank.

Wait... how did they end up kissing?

Staring blankly at the scene, watching Yayoi coldly "desecrate" her senior's corpse, her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

Is this guy just... so undisguised?

Or is it that, for her, anyone is acceptable?

Sanemi felt as if a bottle of mixed emotions had been spilled, a mixture of sour, astringent, and bitter, making it impossible to describe the feeling.

He always thought that Yayoi treated him differently, and Kuang Jin had also said so.

But now it seems that nothing has changed.

She can kiss any man she wants, even if he is already dead.

How could I like such a nasty guy!

Sanemi gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palm, leaving several deep crescent-shaped marks.

"Did you see that clearly just now?"

Yayoi's voice rang out, pulling Sanemi, who was almost overwhelmed by anger and jealousy, back to reality.

Sanemi turned his head and looked at Yayoi with a complicated expression.

What's going on?

He forcibly kissed Kuang Jin's corpse in front of me, and then asked me if I saw it clearly?

This is such a humiliating way to insult someone!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest heaved violently, and he took a step forward, intending to forcibly pull Yayoi away from Kuroko's side.

The moment his hand touched Yayoi's forearm, it was interrupted by her cold warning.

"If you don't want him to live, you're welcome to continue stopping me."

"Huh? What did you say?" Sanemi paused, looking down at Kuang Jin on the ground.

Kuang Jin's face was no longer ashen, and his lips had regained a faint color.

Could it be... that Yayoi is really saving Kōkin?

How can it be?

If the heart stops beating, how can it possibly be saved?

Sanemi stared wide-eyed at Yayoi with disbelief, as if she were seeing her for the first time.

"If my hearing doesn't work, I'll donate it."

"Squat down," Yayoi commanded without explanation.

Sanemi released his grip almost reflexively, obediently squatted down, and waited for the next instruction.

“Just like I did before, pinch his nose and blow air into his mouth,” Yayoi said, her hand moving as she squeezed his heart without slowing down.

“…I understand.” Sanemi nodded, took a deep breath, bent down, and, mimicking Yayoi’s earlier actions, began to perform artificial respiration on Kurokin.

Her movements were somewhat clumsy, her cheeks were burning hot, and she dared not look up at Yayoi.

"You...you really are saving Kuang Jin." Sanemi finished blowing out a breath, straightened up, and said softly.

"Otherwise what? Would I want him dead?" Yayoi rolled her eyes in annoyance, sweat beading on her forehead and her arms starting to ache. "Besides, you already promised me that if this unlucky guy survived, you'd grant me one request, right? I can't do a losing deal, can I?"

What do you want me to do?

"It's nothing, it's just that there's a process that requires your participation. You just need to follow me the whole time, you don't need to say anything, and at the end you just need to say 'I'm willing'."

"Huh?" Sanemi was completely confused by Yayoi's words. "I don't understand."

"It means you want to marry me."

"Ok??"

Sanemi's brain completely shut down.

Sanemi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word, staring blankly at Yayoi.

marry?

She just said... she wants to marry me?

"You...I..." Sanemi stammered, his tongue tied in a knot in his mouth.

"Stop whining and blow air, or your lungs will get stuck," Yayoi urged impatiently.

"Oh," Sanemi responded, then bent down again to blow air into Kuang Jin.

But all I could think about was Yayoi's words.

You want to marry me...

Why did this guy suddenly think of this?

Is this just a whim, or is he trying to make fun of me?

Sanemi's heart was beating even faster, as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

She secretly glanced at Yayoi.

Zhengzheng stared intently at Kuang Jin's chest, her long eyelashes drooping down, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyelids.

Tsk, is it really true, as Kuang Jin said, that her feelings for me are different?

Why say something like that at a time like this?!

"Snapped!"

He was slapped hard on the back, so hard that he almost passed out.

"Alright, I know you have a big lung capacity, stop blowing." Yayoi's voice rang in my ears, "If you keep blowing, you'll blow your senior brother to death."

“…Oh.” Sanemi straightened up, wiped his mouth, and lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look Yayoi in the eye.

Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, her heart still pounding wildly.

"Why me?" After a long silence, Sanemi finally mustered up his courage and asked in a low voice.

"Because I like you."

Sanemi's brain went completely blank with a "boom".

"Because I like you... I like you... I like you... you..."

These words played on repeat in Sanemi's mind like a demonic chant.