Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

First, Muzan pointed at Daki who was still dressed as an oiran and said, "You really work hard. You have to use the belt to monitor suspicious enemies everywhere, dig such a large granary to store humans, and work hard as an oiran. You are really amazing at doing three things at once."

Having received Muzan's approval, Daki was overjoyed, "Yes, Lord Muzan, I will continue to work hard!"

"It's just..." Muzan changed the subject and looked at the innocently sitting Jifu Taro, "Why have you been invisible all the time?"

The prostitute was silent for a moment, then said, "I am ugly and I don't have any other skills, so I have to stay with my sister to protect her."

"madness."

Muzan stood up, his clothes extended and fell down, and his hair gradually grew longer.

"If you stay with her, she will only drag you down; and if you are distracted, you will be beheaded at the same time as her in the end."

With meticulous feet standing in front of Jifu Taro, Muzan, who had changed back into a female form, spoke in a charming voice, but his tone was strict like a cold machine.

"If you want to become stronger, you and she must practice separately."

Prostitute Taro: "..."

The courtesan Taro is always stupid——

When it came to fighting, his mind worked faster than a top; but when it came to long-term wisdom, if he thought about it for another minute, he would feel as if there was grass growing on his head, and he would be so uncomfortable that he would want to pull out all his curly hair immediately.

He didn't understand why he had to separate from his sister to become stronger? Was there any necessary connection between the two?

Also, why does Lord Muzan always like to dress up as a woman? Could it be that these ideas were inspired by Lord Muzan's dressing up as a woman?

"Lord Muzan..." Daki frowned, a feeling of uneasiness spreading throughout her body.

She was already feeling uncomfortable after only being away from her brother for a short while today. Now Lord Muzan actually wants them to be separated forever?

Muzan didn't explain much, he just picked up a comb and sat next to Jifutaro, looked at him left and right, and combed the messy hair on his head.

Apart from Daki, this was the first time a woman took care of his appearance for him. Although the other person was a cross-dresser and his immediate superior, Jifutaro still felt very uncomfortable.

However, Master Muzan's orders were absolute. He wanted to hide but didn't dare to, so he could only sit there stiffly, like a big Buddha, letting Muzan do whatever he wanted.

The faint scent of Muzan's perfume drifted over from the side again, and he could even feel the hot breath from her nose. He really couldn't figure out what was wrong with this adult today, and just as he was wondering, Jifu Taro suddenly felt a chill on his chin. It turned out that Muzan had pinched him and turned his face away, forcing the two to look at each other.

The stunningly beautiful face was right before his eyes, and Jifu Taro's breathing stagnated. He couldn't tell whether he was surprised, scared, or some other emotion filling his heart. He wanted to move, but he didn't dare to. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was indeed afraid.

With his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, Wuzan smiled at the silly-looking Jifu Taro: "Jifu Taro, you are not ugly."

"No, I..."

"Really." Her soft fingers gently stroked the shocking scars on the man's face, one by one, as if she was afraid of hurting him. "I will find a way to remove them. Even if I can't remove them completely, it will be very handsome if I can make them like tattoos."

"..."

Daki and Mingnu were completely stunned watching this scene.

Mingnu was fine, she was shocked but didn't show it on her face. But Daki always showed her emotions on her face, she widened her half purple and half green eyes and couldn't help muttering:

"My brother blushed..."

Mingnu thought, is this something she can say? She chose to hold her Pipa tightly and not speak.

Muzan's eyes turned and he noticed that the skin on the man's face under his fingertips was flushed red, and he felt a slightly hot temperature between his fingers.

She listened to what Jifu Taro was thinking at the moment and found that he was still confused, so she breathed a sigh of relief and pushed his face hard: "Why are you blushing?"

This feeling of being abandoned by Lord Muzan is indeed a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

Jifutaro lowered his head unnaturally and replied: "I... just a little uncomfortable."

"Strange, what's with that warm feeling in my heart just now?"

Jifutaro had never been treated so gently by anyone other than his sister. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to savor it over and over again.

However, the words he had just thought in his mind had already fallen into Muzan's mind word for word.

When at close range, Muzan can know the inner thoughts of all demons, which is also one of Muzan's abilities.

Muzan frowned and looked at Jifutaro again. Jifutaro became nervous again, wondering what Muzan was going to do this time.

The next moment, he felt an inexplicable sweetness in his throat and spat out a large pool of blood.

"Brother!" Du Ji screamed.

But the perpetrator was Lord Muzan, so she couldn't say anything. Besides, the more she said, the angrier Muzan might get.

I only heard Wu Can's cold voice: "You just disobeyed me."

Jifutaro endured the severe pain in his internal organs and carefully recalled what he had just said. He found that he really said "no" to Muzan.

His whole body felt as heavy as lead, and the huge pressure made Jifu Taro breathless. He seemed to be dragged to the bottom of the sea by something, sinking, falling, and unable to breathe.

"It's so cold..."

The warmth that had just quietly ignited disappeared in an instant, and warm liquid continued to flow out of the mouth and nose, turning the clean and tidy floor blood red.

"Cough cough cough..."

"My throat hurts so much..."

Seeing the satisfied expression on Jifutaro's face, Muzan retracted his blood demon technique, which allowed Jifutaro to slowly heal his injuries.

"Gitarou, please don't think weird things about me."

Glancing at him coldly, Muzan thought that he still couldn't be too nice to him.

"Forget it, let's just pretend nothing happened."

Muzan shook his sleeves and continued as if nothing had happened: "So, Jifu Taro, what I want to say is that I will dress you up and let you go to work too."

"Work?" Daki tilted her head curiously, with a face full of question marks.

"That's right." Muzan said, "New year's new rules, every one of you upper-rank demons must go to work and hand over half of your salary to me every month, otherwise I will kill you all."

“……” The three ghosts froze suddenly.

Jifutaro wanted to ask but didn't dare to, but he asked anyway: "Lord Muzan, then...what kind of job should I look for?"

"Good question. I've already thought of a job for you." Wuzan stretched out a finger, circled it in the air, and fixed it in a direction. "It's right there, the Xianggu Pavilion. I will make you a handsome man, and then you can go and take in customers for me and make money."

Prostitute Taro: "..."

He did it as soon as he said it. Along with the violent screams from Jifutaro, Muzan's "devil's claws" ravaged his face. Daki and Mingnu couldn't bear to watch it.

The entire Kyogoku house was filled with the screams of the prostitute Taro.

Outside, the proprietress and the little girls all shook their heads.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, everyone in this room is having a really good time."

"As expected of the Warabihime Oiran."

"You are indeed a super boss."

"Really satisfied."

……

Finally, the screaming stopped.

The courtesan Taro felt like he had been reborn. He took the mirror handed to him by Taki and looked around. Suddenly, he had a very strange feeling.

In the mirror, his originally fluorescent green hair turned into ordinary black, which contrasted with his sclera that had been previously changed by Muzan to normal white.

The syphilis scars on his face, which were originally too painful to look at, turned into dark scars, as if they were painted with ink, like a deliberately made totem.

It wasn't just his brain that was a problem. His malnutrition had also improved a lot. Although his waist was still a little thin, it wasn't as ridiculous as before. Although he didn't reach the standard of a handsome guy like Daki, he wasn't an ugly guy after all.