The night grew deeper.
A cold, full moon hung high in the sky, suspended like a pale lantern in the darkness. Its faint silver light spilled across the land, bringing a thin layer of illumination to the black earth.
Inside the hotel room, on the luxurious bed—
"What a delicious flavor… it almost makes me want to eat you."
Mammon's lips curved slightly upward as his crimson eyes gazed into the girl's hazy black ones.
He had to admit—this girl's flesh and blood would certainly taste exquisite to him.
In this life, Mammon was only sixteen years old.
But his body was far from that of an ordinary human.
According to the standards of the original story, Mammon had already become something infinitely close to a perfect lifeform.
Of course, "perfect" was clearly an exaggeration.
But there was no denying that Mammon's physical constitution had long surpassed that of normal humans.
"To be liked by Mr. Mammon is my honor," the girl replied softly.
Narume lay in the crook of his arm, her voice gentle and delicate.
Though she was already exhausted, she could not refuse Mammon's requests. Mr. Dai had personally instructed her to serve him.
Besides, Narume did not understand that the "eat" Mammon spoke of… was completely different from what she imagined.
"Rest."
Mammon watched her quietly for a long moment before finally looking away.
This girl was pitiful.
She had no idea why Mr. Dai had truly sent her here.
It wasn't merely to satisfy Mammon physically.
If Mammon happened to grow hungry during the night, she would also serve as the most convenient emergency meal.
If Mammon chose not to eat her, it meant he didn't dislike her.
From Mr. Dai's perspective, either outcome would satisfy Mammon.
A carefully calculated arrangement.
It had to be said—
Mr. Dai's scheming mind was truly seasoned.
"Narume… what a strange coincidence."
As the girl drifted into exhausted sleep, Mammon absentmindedly ran his fingers along the smooth skin of her back, his thoughts wandering.
If he remembered correctly…
There was also a demon named Nakime in Demon Slayer.
That Nakime had served as one of Muzan Kibutsuji's attendants, later replacing the slain Hantengu and becoming Upper Rank Four of the Twelve Kizuki.
"If you perform well… perhaps I can give you a chance."
Mammon turned his head slightly, studying Narume's delicate profile.
Her figure and appearance were both exceptional.
But that was only natural.
Mr. Dai would never send an ordinary woman to serve Mammon.
If Narume managed to satisfy him in the future…
Mammon wouldn't mind giving her a little of his blood—
just to see what kind of potential she possessed.
The next morning, the sun rose as usual.
Narume slowly opened her eyes.
She instinctively frowned slightly before memories of the previous night flooded back.
She glanced at the boy sleeping beside her.
For a moment, she was absent-minded.
This boy… was her first man.
But that no longer mattered.
She was merely one of the women Mr. Dai kept under his control.
A possession.
Something that could be discarded once it was no longer useful.
Just then—
The boy who had seemed deeply asleep suddenly opened his crimson eyes.
"You're awake," Narume said quickly, snapping back to reality.
"I'll help you get dressed."
She hurriedly put on her robe and began arranging Mammon's clothes.
"Mr. Dai gave instructions last night. Once you wake up, you can go directly to the restaurant."
"Would you like me to lead you there?"
After helping him dress, Narume lowered her head respectfully.
"Take me there," Mammon replied with a nod.
"Also… you did well last night."
"You may stay by my side from now on."
"But you'll have to give me something in return."
Mammon raised his hand and lifted Narume's chin.
Before she could react, he leaned toward her neck.
His teeth slowly sharpened.
Pierce.
A faint sound echoed.
Narume's brows instinctively furrowed as a strange sensation spread through her neck—
a mix of numbness and tingling.
Moments later, Mammon pulled away.
Although Narume was no longer a virgin, her blood still tasted sweet and refined.
"Not bad."
Mammon looked at her.
Narume's eyes were wide with confusion.
She clearly had no idea what had just happened.
Yangcheng No.1 High School
The most prestigious academy in Yangcheng.
The students here were the elite among elites—selected from across the entire city and its surrounding districts.
Today, however, the weather was far from pleasant.
Light rain fell steadily from the sky, and dark clouds covered the sun.
A car stopped in front of the school gate.
A young girl in a white dress stepped out from the back seat, opened an umbrella, and walked to the other side before gently opening the door.
Mammon stepped out of the car, dressed in gray-white robes.
"My lord, I'll wait nearby," said Chen Jun, the driver, pointing toward a nearby parking area.
Now that Mr. Dai had become stronger than him, Chen Jun was no longer needed as his bodyguard.
With nothing else to do, he had temporarily become Mammon's errand runner.
Mammon nodded.
Opening his own umbrella, he entered the school with Narume.
Narume herself was only eighteen.
With a bit of influence from Mr. Dai, obtaining a student admission for her had been effortless.
"Li Yuxin… Li Xuwei… Li Yuqin…"
Walking toward the school building, Mammon quietly recited the three names.
He had already studied their information carefully the night before.
His siblings.
How exciting.
A sinister smile slowly spread across Mammon's lips.
"My lord, our classroom is Class 1, Year Two," Narume said softly, pointing toward the classroom ahead.
Mammon gave a faint response and walked straight inside with her.
Morning self-study had just begun.
The students were already seated.
When Mammon and Narume entered the classroom, they immediately drew the curious gazes of everyone present.
Mammon's eyes swept across the room.
Then they stopped on a boy and a girl.
The smile on his lips widened.
My dear sister…
My dear brother.