“Customer, what kind of service do you need?”
A waitress approached, speaking softly while pressing close to Tang An.
“What services do you offer?” Tang An asked nonchalantly. He was a man who remained unmoved by temptations.
“Oh my, the customer’s hand is so naughty,” the waitress laughed coquettishly, letting her hand roam freely over her body. The touch was electric, almost making her shiver.
Indeed, it felt electric because Tang An’s large hand occasionally sparked with electricity.
“Who is your top courtesan?” Tang An asked, wrapping an arm around the waitress’s waist, taking advantage of the situation.
“Our top courtesan, Warabihime, is not seeing clients today,” the waitress replied. She had answered this question many times before from numerous men seeking Warabihime, that ill-tempered woman.
“Can you ask her? Money is not an issue,” Tang An said, casually pulling out a gold bar, which he had borrowed from a bank before coming.
“Please wait a moment,” the waitress said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the gold bar. She sashayed away with a smile.
After a while, Tang An was led to a room elegantly decorated with a table laden with delicious food. The waitress asked him to wait a bit, and about ten minutes later, the wooden door behind him slid open.
A woman with long hair, a delicate face, and an air of softness and sensuality walked in. She wore a revealing kimono that exposed her chest and legs. Sitting gracefully across from Tang An, she exuded the aura of a refined lady.
Her beauty, demeanor, and figure were all first-class.
“Why is the customer wearing a mask?” she asked in a sweet voice that sounded like a cat’s purr, eyes fluttering as she covered her mouth. This woman was Daki, in her guise as Warabihime.
Tang An did not respond. He stood up, walked over to Daki, and gently stroked her smooth cheek, his violet diamond-patterned eyes filled with intoxication.
“Your eyes are beautiful,” Daki remarked, captivated by them. She licked her lips, eager to devour those eyes.
“You are more beautiful. No wonder you are the number one courtesan on Flower Street,” Tang An said, his hand moving down her face, his voice filled with affection. “You are so gorgeous. I can’t wait to love you properly.”
“There’s no need to rush, customer…” Daki began, but then she felt a sudden pain in her abdomen. Looking down, she saw blood, hot and wet, dripping onto the tatami.
She looked up, bewildered. Tang An’s eyes were full of endless love, wrapped in sweetness like honey.
With a swift motion, Tang An withdrew the dog-leg knife and stabbed her again.
Blood gushed from Daki’s mouth as she stared at Tang An, pale-faced. “Didn’t you want to love me? Why are you stabbing me?”
“I am loving you,” Tang An replied, pulling out the knife. Blood spurted like a fountain as he stabbed her again.
“This is how you love me?” Daki’s face twisted in pain. This foolish man kept stabbing her with a knife instead of a “golden needle.” What was wrong with him? Was it her worldview or this man’s that was skewed?
“If not like this, how should I love you?” Tang An wondered aloud. “Oh, I know, I should love your neck instead.” He aimed the knife at her neck.
“Bang!” Daki tilted her head back, dodging the knife and kicking Tang An, who slid back four or five meters.
The room was now a bloody mess, filled with the scent of blood. Tang An flicked the blood off his knife and stood up, watching as the wounds on Daki’s chest and abdomen quickly healed.
“Impressive! After so many stabs, you healed in the blink of an eye.”
“You’re with the Demon Slayer Corps,” Daki realized. Only they would dare to cause such trouble.
“Where is your brother, Gyutaro? He doesn’t seem to be in your body. You should call him. If I don’t decapitate you both together, I can’t kill you two,” Tang An said, not answering Daki’s question but instead revealing his knowledge of her and her brother’s shared weakness.
“You…” Daki’s expression changed. How did he know their secret? Few knew that both their heads had to be cut off to kill them.
“I guess your brother is on his way. After all, you are twin demons,” Tang An said calmly, watching as Daki began to transform.
Flowers are tattooed across her left cheek and right temple, her left silver eye showing the character for “Upper” and her right eye showing “Six.” Her long hair fluttered, her kimono tearing to reveal a camellia chest strap, and her smooth legs wrapped in camellia-patterned stockings. She wore a swimsuit underneath.
This form was even more seductive and enticing than her human appearance, almost blinding Tang An.
“No matter who you are, you must die today. I will savor your eyes,” Daki declared, with eight camellia-patterned obi sashes sprouting from her back, floating in the air.
“Girls shouldn’t be so rough! No one will love you,” Tang An retorted, a flash of golden lightning making Daki instinctively close her eyes. When she opened them, Tang An was in front of her. Before she could react, a cold light flashed across her neck, and she felt herself being decapitated.
“What just happened?” Daki thought, seeing her headless body.
“Damn it,” she cursed. “Blood Demon Art: Eight-Layered Obi Slash.”
Even as Tang An held her head, Daki controlled her body to attack him with the eight obi sashes from her back.
Lightning flashed, filling the room with golden light for two seconds before vanishing. When it was over, Daki’s headless body was in pieces, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere.
Tang An held Daki’s head in one hand and flicked the blood off his knife with the other. He lifted her head to meet her terrified eyes, his diamond-patterned eyes full of mockery.
“Your brother is coming fast,” he noted, sensing a powerful presence approaching quickly. Tang An left the room with Daki’s head.
Night, we had fallen.
Gyutaro leaped into the courtyard from the distant rooftops, holding his dual scythes. Seeing Tang An holding Daki’s head roughly, his body radiated killing intent.
No one had ever treated his sister this way and lived.
“Let Daki go,” Gyutaro’s raspy voice called out, his eyes fixed on Tang An like a dead man.
“I can’t bear to. I love her so much,” Tang An said, nuzzling Daki’s cheek affectionately as if he truly loved her.
Seeing her brother, Daki, with a sob in her voice, pleaded, “Brother, this guy is a pervert. Save me.”
Daki was genuinely scared. This man wasn’t just mentally unstable; he was a very twisted and insane lunatic.
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