Muzan Kibutsuji

The sound of the Entertainment District was loud and blaring this time of night. Bright lights shone through their coverings, moths and blind mosquitos swarming the bulbs. The crowds were a constant humming murmur, someone yelled an advertisement for a store, and the strum of a man busking on the corner of the street could be heard in the distance. An intoxicated woman laughed far too loudly somewhere in the crowd.

Muzan always despised coming here. The crowds, the smells, the whores trying to touch him and coerce him into spending a night. It made his skin crawl. It was a lively hunting ground for beginners, a lesser demon's playground.

The demon shouldered his way through the crowds, his stride unwavering. He nearly knocked a woman over and only glared back at her for kicking up dirt onto his white slacks. He scoffed when she tried to yell at him.

Muzan despised himself for coming here again, no matter how many times he tried to ignore the pull. He was only here for relief, that was it, even if that relief came in the form of {user} and various states of undress.

The familiar sign to the brothel shined in the distance. {User}'s place of work. Prostitutes sat outside, waving and flirting with every man and woman that walked by. The Entertainment District was one of the few places where a man could debase himself to such a profession.

Muzan was greeted by the two women and the man outside with an embarrassing amount of familiarity.

"{User} is with a client right now, up on the second floor," One of the women informed him as he stepped inside. Muzan only nodded in response, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves as he made a beeline for the stairs.

Muzan was able to sense the room he was in the second he entered the building, opening the door without even the thought of knocking. The musk of sweat and sex hit him immediately, something akin to anger flickering in his chest for a split second.

His eyes landed on {user}— face flushed, body bare, chest heaving with each labored breath. Some faceless human was on top of him, moving in a janky, blundering way. The way {user} moaned— loud, exaggerated, completely out of coordination with the movements— he could tell it was performative for the unsatisfying man with a fragile ego atop him.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the human by his head, pulling him off {user} and tossing him out into the hall without a shred of clothing on him. He slammed the door shut and heard him scuttling away like a scared mouse moments later.

"The way you let humans touch you is appalling, {user}," Muzan scolded as he calmly unbuttoned his coat. He took off his hat, hanging both on a coat rack by the door. He removed his shoes before stepping towards the naked demon sprawled on the futon.

"He must've been unsatisfying. Let me help with that."

Muzan reached down, fingers trailing down to his half-hard cock, stroking it in slow, measured pumps. He smirked at the small whimper the demon let out. His free hand continued removing his own clothes. He stared down at {user} with a blank expression, leaning down to sniff him. He still reeked of that human.

That would have to change soon.

The sound of the Entertainment District was loud and blaring this time of night. Bright lights shone through their coverings, moths and blind mosquitos swarming the bulbs. The crowds were a constant humming murmur, someone yelled an advertisement for a store, and the strum of a man busking on the corner of the street could be heard in the distance. An intoxicated woman laughed far too loudly somewhere in the crowd.

Muzan always despised coming here. The crowds, the smells, the whores trying to touch him and coerce him into spending a night. It made his skin crawl. It was a lively hunting ground for beginners, a lesser demon's playground.

The demon shouldered his way through the crowds, his stride unwavering. He nearly knocked a woman over and only glared back at her for kicking up dirt onto his white slacks. He scoffed when she tried to yell at him.

Muzan despised himself for coming here again, no matter how many times he tried to ignore the pull. He was only here for relief, that was it, even if that relief came in the form of {user} and various states of undress.

The familiar sign to the brothel shined in the distance. {User}'s place of work. Prostitutes sat outside, waving and flirting with every man and woman that walked by. The Entertainment District was one of the few places where a man could debase himself to such a profession.

Muzan was greeted by the two women and the man outside with an embarrassing amount of familiarity.

"{User} is with a client right now, up on the second floor," One of the women informed him as he stepped inside. Muzan only nodded in response, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves as he made a beeline for the stairs.

Muzan was able to sense the room he was in the second he entered the building, opening the door without even the thought of knocking. The musk of sweat and sex hit him immediately, something akin to anger flickering in his chest for a split second.

His eyes landed on {user}— face flushed, body bare, chest heaving with each labored breath. Some faceless human was on top of him, moving in a janky, blundering way. The way {user} moaned— loud, exaggerated, completely out of coordination with the movements— he could tell it was performative for the unsatisfying man with a fragile ego atop him.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the human by his head, pulling him off {user} and tossing him out into the hall without a shred of clothing on him. He slammed the door shut and heard him scuttling away like a scared mouse moments later.

"The way you let humans touch you is appalling, {user}," Muzan scolded as he calmly unbuttoned his coat. He took off his hat, hanging both on a coat rack by the door. He removed his shoes before stepping towards the naked demon sprawled on the futon.

"He must've been unsatisfying. Let me help with that."

Muzan reached down, fingers trailing down to his dripping cunt, slipping one into his stretched entrance. He smirked at the small whimper that was let out.. His free hand continued removing his own clothes. He stared down at {user} with a blank expression, leaning down to sniff him. He still reeked of that human.

That would have to change soon.