Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

That troublesome man is finally dead!!!

Hahaha~~~~

The funeral has ended.

The days passed by.

There is no Tanjiro, no Nezuko, and certainly no that despicable Shirakawa Yu.

It was just him and Miss Tamayo.

They studied together, ate together, and admired the flowers together in the courtyard.

Miss Tamayo smiled more and more, and her dependence on him grew deeper and deeper.

Yushiro felt that this was paradise.

He lay in bed, reflecting on everything that had happened that day.

Miss Tamayo ate the midnight snack he made again and praised him as her best friend.

My best partner.

Hehe ~

In the future... we will definitely be more than just partners.

With that thought on his lips and a smile on his face, he drifted off to sleep.

Bang bang bang!

A knock on the door?

Yushiro suddenly opened his eyes.

The room was pitch black.

Bang bang bang!

The knocking became more urgent.

Who is it?!

Yushiro sat up irritably.

Who is so inconsiderate as to disturb Lady Tamayo's rest in the middle of the night?

He put on his coat and hurried toward the gate.

Without turning on the lights, Yushiro walked straight to the front door.

I peered through the peephole...

A face.

A face that was both incredibly familiar and utterly repulsive to him, a face that sent chills down his spine.

She was looking at him with a smile through the peephole!

white! Sichuan! feather!

Yushiro's pupils suddenly contracted.

How can it be? !

Wasn't he dead?!

The next second, Yushiro suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He was panting heavily, his back covered in cold sweat.

My pajamas were soaked through and clung stickily to my body.

Was it a dream?

It was a dream!

He pressed his hand against his wildly beating heart and took a few deep breaths.

That damned Hana Yu! He can't even find peace in my dreams!

That scared me to death.

He lay back down, closed his eyes, and tried to comfort himself.

It was just a dream.

Go to sleep.

sleep--

Bang bang bang bang!

The knocking sounded again... urgently.

In the stillness of the night, it sounded like a death knell.

Chapter 91 An awkward embrace, a wild kiss~

Bang bang bang bang!

The knocking continued, each knock striking Yushiro's heart.

He sat on the bed, his whole body stiff.

Not a dream.

This time it's not a dream!!!

That bastard Shirakawa Yu, he's really back!

Only two days!!!

How could it be so fast!?

He took a deep breath, threw off the covers, and walked down the hallway.

This time he turned on the lights, and the brightness in the living room gave him a bit of courage.

What are you afraid of?

This is my and Tamayo's residence! That bastard was just an uninvited guest!

He'll die! He'll die sooner or later!!!

Few members of the Demon Slayer Corps have a good ending!

At worst, I'll put up with him for over ten years!

Or... decades?

cut!

No matter how many years it takes, I'll outlive him!

Thinking this, he quickened his pace.

Open the door—

"Yo~"

A face came closer, smiling, exactly like in my dream.

Shirakawa Yu stood outside the door, holding Nezuko, who had shrunk to the size of a doll, in one arm, with two women behind him who had their heads down... no, female ghosts.

"Yushiro, it's been a long time~ Did you miss me?"

Yushiro's lips twitched.

He wanted to say "I want you to die," but he swallowed the words back.

Then he looked at the two female ghosts behind Shirakawa Yu.

They brought back two more!

That bastard, what does he think his love nest with Ms. Tamayo is?

"you--"

Just as Yushiro was about to speak, he saw Shirakawa Yu touch his stomach.

"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat? Make me something."

Yushiro felt a lump in his throat.

Does this bastard really think I'm his servant?!

Even if I am!

He's also Lady Tamayo's servant!!!

He took a deep breath, about to retort.

"came back?"

A gentle voice came from behind.

Yushiro froze.

Shirakawa Yu raised her head and looked into the doorway.

Miss Tamayo stood at the end of the corridor.

She was wearing a loose bathrobe, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, obscuring her figure, but her gentle eyes were particularly captivating in the dim light.

mature.

tempting.

warmth.

Like a beautiful married woman waiting for her lover to return.

"You must be tired from being out and about~"

A simple sentence, spoken softly and gently, yet it struck Shirakawa Yu's heart.