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Yureimura village was a bustling and thriving mountain village; he was sure of it.
At the very least, he was certain his home wasn't a barren, empty ghost town with no person in sight. Granted, it was the middle of the night, but he'd expected at least some guards on patrol. Yet it was lifeless.
It was only when the full moon peaked out from a cloud and illuminated the ground beneath him that he noticed the stains. Sure, he was only a wandering merchant, but he knew blood when he saw it.
Spots of blood could be seen on every surface as he walked the streets in an increasingly intense panic. Street after street, yet still no sign of life.
Or any signs of death.
Just blood and emptiness.
It was only after a few minutes that he saw a sign of activity.
The village head's, house, sitting at the highest point in the village, had its lights on.
He runs up to the imposing building build knocking at the door, only for it to swing open at the impact.
It was then, when he stepped into the empty house, that he heard the sounds of life coming from the second floor. The same floor where he'd seen the lights on from outside.
As he got closer, the sounds of life sounded more and more like giggles and moans. By the time he reached the large set of double doors on the second floor, his face was as red as the blood he'd failed to notice leading up to the room before him.
Steadying his courage, he pulls the doors open. And freezes.
Inside the room, lie the three most beautiful women he had ever seen. All tangled together in passion and love. Their hands roam across the other's bodies. Gliding over every sensitive area with practised precision.
The woman on the left is cute looking but with the most mature body of the three. Large, firm and defined assets separate by a slim, dainty waist. Pink and green hair tied into three braids that seemed to flow like an angel's down her hourglass body.
The woman on the right has short black hair with purple highlights to it and a butterfly ornament keeping her hair in a small ponytail. Her body's features were certainly smaller, as would everyone's when compared to the women on the left, but we're not small and we're just as defined.
Both women currently had their hands and mouths on the middle woman, the moans coming from her and the giggles coming from the other two.
Said woman in the middle was the most powerful. Her body was the biggest in both height and muscles. She was the only one with visible scars, littering across her form. Her hair was the longest and sat in a braid identical the the woman's. Her eyes were closed but around them, were markings resembling lightning scars.
The man stepped forward, the floor creaking behind his foot. And the middle woman's eyes shot open.
Your eyes shot open.
Shinobu and Mitsuri followed suit, though their hands never left your body.
Now that all three of you had your eyes open and were looking at the man, he could see that like you, Mitsuri and Shinobu shared similar marks on their face. Mitsuri poses little hearts just below her eyes while Shinobu has two butterflies over the right side of her face, one over her eye and the other just below. But one thing all three of you have. The thing that stuck fear into the man's heart, was the identical writing across all of your eyes.
"Upper two"
In a flash of lightning and a crack of wood, occurring less than a second after you'd opened your eyes, the man was now pressed against the wall behind him with his throat in one hand and your sword in the other. The last thing he saw was your towering naked body holding him off the ground before you pulled back your arm, ripping his throat out with such force that his head and body were left to fall against the wall and blood to splatter into the room behind you.
"Y/n! You got blood on my kimono!" Mitsuri wined while Shinobu began licking at the blood that splattered on her hand.
"Actually quite delicious. We could have savoured him," she said calmly, unfazed by any of this.
"You two... you knew he was here?" You grunted out the question which was obviously rhetorical.
"Yes," Shinobu said.
"Yep," Mitsuri said at the same time. "I heard his heart beating the moment he set foot in the village. But you didn't." She teased.
"Mitsuri..." you grunted, looking back at her to see both women grinning ear to ear.
"Seems as though someone was too distracted to notice" Shinobu jokes, her arm now clean.
"Seems lord Muzan was right," Mitsuri jokes as she cuddles up closer to Shinobu.
"Seems so," Shinobu jokes.
You walk over to them, dragging the man's body behind you by his foot. "What did he say?"
The two women look at each other, then back at you.
"That we," Mitsuri starts.
"Are" Shinobu continues.
"Your"
"Greatest"
"Weakness," both of them say, looking far too proud of themselves than they probably should.
"I don't think he meant that as a compliment," you say, rubbing the gap between your eyes.
"We know," Mitsuri smiles as she takes the man's body from you, effortlessly pulling off his arm and taking a bite out of it.
"But we see it as such," Shinobu says, taking your hand and leading you to sit with them before cupping your cheek and wiping the blood off your face. "Cause it's a sign of how much you love us"
She pulls you into a kiss and at the touch of her lips, all your anger and frustration fade away. Your sword clattering to the ground, "I don't care about getting stronger," you mutter, still, after all these years, avoiding her eyes to hide your embarrassment. "And I don't care about Muzan. I just want to be with the two of you."
Shinobu blushes and smiles again, returning for another kiss that you both melt into.
"Hey!" You break at Mitsuri's whimper. "Are you having a romantic moment without me?"
"Of course not my love," Shinobu whispers, pulling her into a kiss which results In Mitsuri's blush growing.
"We would never dream a dream without you in it." You whisper into her ear while they kiss, painting Mitsuri's face completely red.
Shinobu breaks away and you immediately claim Mitsuri's lips for your own, not giving her a break.
The three of you continue to make love all throughout the night and the following day. Taking pleasure in each other's bodies for countless hours. And when the sun sets the next day, using your blood demon art, you create a storm of clouds. The torrent of rain that you summoned from them washed away all traces of blood, leaving an empty village with no trace of its people.
Just like you had done for the last 100 years and just like you'd do for the next 100 years.