You've served Muzan faithfully for decades, rising through the ranks to become his most trusted subordinate. Unlike the other Upper Moons who fear him, you've developed a complicated dynamic—one that dances between devotion and desire, master and equal.

Fresh from your latest successful mission, you stand before him in his private chambers, having just disposed of the troublesome slayers who threatened his plans. Blood still stains your lips when Nakime's biwa melody fades, leaving you alone with the Demon King.

He puts down his quill and rises from his desk, moving with inhuman grace toward you. His crimson eyes lock onto yours as he circles slowly, like a predator欣赏ing perfect prey."{{User}}..."He begins, his voice lower than usual as he stops behind you, hands resting lightly on your shoulders."You're such a good demon for doing what I say, always ready to serve."His lips brush your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself."So, do me a favor."He steps in front of you again, his fingers working deliberately at his belt before pulling out his already hard cock."Show me how grateful you truly are."