Even though Ubuyashiki and the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillars were still in a dreamlike haze, all grudges and vendettas in the Demon Slayer world vanished with the death of the demon progenitor, Muzan Kibutsuji.
The entire Demon Slayer Corps plunged into a frenzy of demon-slaying revelry, countless people who'd lost loved ones to demons or been displaced weeping with joy.
Pop the champagne~!
Ubuyashiki hosted an unprecedented grand banquet, a victory celebration for all Corps members and a tribute to Shiraki and Reverie.
With Muzan vanquished, all demons turned to ash, the Corps' mission was complete, its existence no longer necessary.
But disbanding wasn't so simple. Many—nay, most—members had joined the Corps driven by vengeance, their families slaughtered by demons.
Whether frontline swordsmen battling demons, the 'Hidden' handling logistics, or those at the Butterfly Mansion tending to wounded swordsmen and girls.
This victory and glory belonged to every member of the Corps!
Ubuyashiki Kagaya would never forget anyone's contributions.
Previously, all profits from the Ubuyashiki family's businesses were poured into the Corps.
Now, Ubuyashiki first distributed a hefty sum as compensation to each member, then used a portion as startup capital to expand family enterprises, offering jobs and income to aimless swordsmen.
Salaries and benefits were several times higher than similar jobs, akin to the Taisho era's 'Yoshitomo,' with 90% of profits shared among those who'd fought demons.
This included the Kamado family, who unreservedly shared Sun Breathing and the Kagura of the Fire God before the final battle.
Kamado Tanjuro's illness was cured by modern medicine Reverie brought from the Honkai world. With newfound wealth and health, he'd live at least to the era's average lifespan.
The family thrived happily, completely rewriting their original 'plot.'
The Corps' Pillars, too, saw lovers unite.
Having avenged her world's parents, Kochou Kanae, aside from her sister Shinobu, had no lingering attachments. The girl had packed her bags, ready to leave anytime!
How could Taisho-era living compare to modern comforts?
Kochou Kanae: My novels, games, anime, air conditioning, watermelon, modern toilets… I'm coming!
Regarding her sister and 'herself,' Kanae found the dynamic very promising!
Out of a desire to compensate her 'brother-in-law,' Kochou Shinobu was unusually gentle with Shiraki, utterly devoted and endlessly caring.
Shiraki couldn't guess what his 'sister-in-law' was thinking, while Kanae saw this as Shinobu's affection for 'herself.'
Though sisters needed no reason to live together, if Shinobu married normally, she'd eventually leave to live with her husband…
When that possibility surfaced, a sour ache spread through Kanae's chest, her heart feeling clogged, melancholic, reluctant, sad, and lonely.
Moreover, as Shiraki, Kanae didn't believe in 'love' or 'marriage'!
So, today, she had to feed 'herself' this bowl of rice!
Shiraki was a tad helpless, but Kanae had a point. For now, things were fine, but in the future… Shinobu couldn't just follow them forever.
Imagining Shinobu marrying some unknown man, having kids, and building a life together sent a wave of sourness through Shiraki, like a reef battered by a tsunami.
Thus, Shiraki agreed to Kanae's proposal, attempting to connect with his 'sister-in-law' from another angle, with Kanae playing wingwoman.
The only thing was, Kanae's wingwoman antics were excessively obvious and wild!
For instance, on a sunny day, dragging the family shopping, then giggling as she pulled Reverie away to play, leaving Shiraki and Shinobu alone.
Or, during an evening open-air hot spring soak, insisting the family stay together for a cozy, harmonious group bath.
How to put it?
Cozy was cozy~!
But most of the time, it ended up less than harmonious.
Because she had to create chances for 'herself' and her sister!
So, midway, Kanae always found an excuse to drag Reverie away, sneaking to a nearby spring to spy on their progress.
Then, things veered toward a classic poolside rom-com trope.
Flawless sky-blue hair framed a pristine jade face, with a captivating mouth and nose crafted by heaven. Every inch of Reverie set men's hearts racing—including herself.
After all, she was male at her core!
Damn, I'm cute!
No need for restraint with Kanae. As essentially "one person," their desires sparked simultaneously.
Thus, ultra-tier chantless water magic began charging~!
During this joyous romp, Kanae couldn't help letting out soft sounds, and the natural hot springs were so close.
Shiraki wasn't sure if Shinobu could hear, but with his current physique, he heard it crystal clear!
In fact, Shinobu heard it quite clearly too.
Her upper body leaned slightly forward, revealing a glimpse above the water, her butterfly-wing-like shoulder blades lovely and alluring, her pure face blooming with rose-like flush.
If before, Shinobu's grasp of the complex ties between her sister, Reverie-neesan, and her brother-in-law was pieced together from clues, mere speculation.
Now, all guesses and theories were confirmed, clear as day, undeniable!
Nee-san, how could you abandon your husband to do that with Reverie-neesan!?
That's too… shameless… no, no!
No, I can't say that about Nee-san!
No matter what outsiders say or think, as her sister, as long as Nee-san hasn't done anything heinous, Shinobu would unconditionally support her choices!
Love can't be forced. If Nee-san loves Reverie-neesan, and Reverie-neesan loves her, what's it to others?
The only one hurt by this…
Shinobu glanced at Shiraki, submerged to his chin, blowing bubbles glumly.
The sounds from next door sent the girl's breathing into disarray, her expression drunkenly dazed, her flushed face like a ripe peach, her pink-purple eyes misty.
Shiraki and Reverie, as one soul in two bodies, naturally had the female body's emotions affect the male one.
With Reverie and Kanae doing that nearby, and Shinobu so close, it was undeniably stimulating!
Shiraki was a pure-hearted guy, clueless about girls.
Kanae and Kiana were 'himself,' so he felt no shyness, but Shinobu was his sister-in-law!
The subtle, thrilling sensation was like Kira Yoshikage beholding the Mona Lisa. Shiraki sank into the water to hide his reaction.
To Shinobu, Shiraki's half-submerged face spelled frustration—his two wives cavorting while he was stuck listening.
Yes, Nee-san and Reverie-neesan's forbidden love was concealed and enabled by her husband!
Even if he didn't mind, doing this in his presence was wrong, right?
Guilt and pity for Shiraki welled within her.
In her eyes, Nee-san was a dreamlike perfection, but no one was truly flawless.
This was Nee-san's sole rebellion in life—let her follow her heart!
As her sister, Shinobu would atone for Nee-san's 'mistake' and make it up to her brother-in-law!
Ripples stirred faintly.
"Shinobu?"
Shiraki's breath was hot and uneven, his body hotter than the spring. He wanted to join the next pool so badly!
But Kanae would toss him back.
"An-Aniue…"
Shinobu's shy, lotus-like bloom held resolve amid hesitation, determination in her timidity.
Her amethyst eyes shimmered with mist, yet fixed on Shiraki, radiating an 'I'm going for it!' adorable resolve.
"Let me scrub your back!"
Ripples spread, water droplets splashing as Shinobu rose from the spring.
Clear water cascaded down her raven hair, crystalline drops tracing her flawless, graceful curves over tender, snow-white skin, dripping back into the spring, sparking tiny splashes.
Under pure moonlight, her alabaster skin glowed faintly pink, her delicate frame hazy in the mist.
Her legs, glossy from soaking, stepped slowly toward Shiraki's back.
Droplets lingered, gliding reluctantly over her perfect curves under gravity's pull.
"O-Oh!"
With Kanae's memories, sisters scrubbing each other was normal for Shiraki, and his focus was on Reverie's body, so he agreed absently.
But the sensation on his back a second later froze him like a statue.
My sister-in-law!
What are you scrubbing with!?
Kanae's outrageous antics, by sheer fluke, yielded the best outcome. Shiraki's sibling bond with Shinobu began to shift.
But Shinobu wasn't 'himself,' so certain matters couldn't be taken lightly.
Thus, they hadn't crossed the final line.
Though, everything short of that line…
With the sibling bond morphing too fast, Shiraki felt a cooling-off period was needed to chill out!
Kanae agreed wholeheartedly—she was Shiraki, after all, and knew his nature. Such rapid progress in so short a time surprised even her.
Unwilling to return to the modern world, Shiraki slipped into the Honkai world to find Kiana.
Reverie stayed in the Demon Slayer world. The Taisho era's pleasure districts were, well, fun, ahem…
She just enjoyed the era's unpolluted air and environment.
Likewise if you don't want to see those scenes just skip this part.
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Reverie and Kanae start pressed against each other, their naked bodies slick from the water.
Their lips crash together in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding and curling around each other with a wet, eager rhythm.
Reverie's tongue probes Kanae's mouth, tasting her warmth, while Kanae sucks lightly on Reverie's lower lip, tugging it between her teeth before diving back in.
Their breaths mingle, hot and quick, as their hands begin to roam.
Reverie's hands glide over Kanae's back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her shoulders before sliding down to grip her hips.
She pulls Kanae closer, their breasts squishing together, nipples brushing and hardening from the friction.
Kanae's hands mirror the exploration, tracing Reverie's spine with her fingertips, then cupping her ass firmly, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them slightly as she presses their pelvises together.
The contact sends a jolt through both, their hips instinctively rocking, seeking more.
Breaking the kiss, Reverie's lips travel to Kanae's neck, latching on with wet, open-mouthed kisses.
She sucks hard enough to leave faint marks, then drags her tongue along the curve of Kanae's throat, tasting her skin.
Kanae tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping as her hands tighten on Reverie's ass.
Reverie's fingers slide up to Kanae's breasts, cupping them fully, her thumbs circling the areolas before flicking over the stiff nipples.
She pinches them lightly, rolling them between her fingers, making Kanae gasp and arch into her touch.
Kanae retaliates, her hands slipping around to Reverie's front, palming her breasts and kneading them roughly.
She tweaks Reverie's nipples, tugging gently, then harder, drawing a sharp hiss from Reverie's lips.
Their hands grow bolder—Reverie's right hand dips between Kanae's thighs, parting her legs as her fingers find Kanae's pussy.
She strokes the outer lips first, teasing the slick folds, then presses her middle finger against Kanae's clit, rubbing slow, firm circles.
Kanae shudders, her breath hitching, and she spreads her legs wider.
Kanae's hand follows suit, diving between Reverie's legs. Her fingers slide through Reverie's wetness, tracing her slit before settling on her clit, mimicking Reverie's circular motions.
They stand locked together, hands working in sync, rubbing and teasing each other's clits. Kanae's fingers are steady but insistent, while Reverie varies her pace, alternating between fast flicks and slow drags, making their legs tremble.
Soon, Reverie pushes further, slipping her middle finger inside Kanae's pussy.
The tight, wet heat grips her as she curls the digit, pressing against the spongy G-spot.
Kanae moans louder, her knees buckling slightly, and Reverie adds her ring finger, stretching Kanae as she pumps in and out, her thumb now pressing Kanae's clit with each thrust.
Kanae matches her, sliding two fingers into Reverie's pussy, curling them deep and thrusting rhythmically. Their hands move faster, fingers plunging and withdrawing, slick sounds mixing with their gasps and moans.
Reverie shifts focus, guiding Kanae to sit with her legs spread wide. Kneeling before her, Reverie uses both hands to spread Kanae's labia, exposing her swollen clit.
She leans in, tongue darting out to flick the sensitive nub—quick, light laps at first, then longer, flatter strokes. Kanae's hips buck, and Reverie sucks the clit between her lips, rolling it gently with her tongue.
Her fingers return, two sliding back into Kanae's pussy, pumping steadily as her mouth works above. Kanae's hands grip Reverie's head, urging her on as her moans grow desperate.
Kanae reaches down, her fingers finding Reverie's pussy again.
She rubs Reverie's clit with her thumb, then slips two fingers inside, thrusting awkwardly but effectively from her seated position.
Reverie hums against Kanae's clit, the vibration pushing Kanae closer..
Their mutual masturbation intensifies—Reverie's fingers curl harder inside Kanae, her tongue relentless, while Kanae's fingers plunge into Reverie, her palm grinding against Reverie's clit. Kanae comes first, her pussy clenching around Reverie's fingers, a loud cry tearing from her throat as her body shakes.
Reverie keeps going, drawing out every pulse until Kanae slumps, panting.
Now, it's Kanae's turn.
They switch, Reverie sitting with legs apart as Kanae kneels. Kanae's lips attack Reverie's neck, sucking and biting, then move to her ears, nibbling the lobes.
She trails kisses down to Reverie's breasts, latching onto a nipple and sucking hard, her tongue swirling as her hand squeezes the other breast.
Reverie sighs, her hands in Kanae's hair, guiding her lower.
Kanae's fingers spread Reverie's pussy open, her thumb pressing and rubbing the clit in tight circles.
She slides two fingers inside, hooking them to tap Reverie's G-spot with each thrust. Reverie's hips lift, chasing the sensation, and Kanae leans down, replacing her thumb with her mouth.
Her tongue laps at Reverie's clit—slow licks, then faster flicks—before she sucks it gently, her fingers never stopping. Reverie's moans escalate, her hands gripping Kanae's shoulders as Kanae adds a third finger, stretching and filling her.
The pressure builds until Reverie climaxes, her pussy tightening around Kanae's fingers, a sharp cry escaping as she trembles.
Still eager, they move to lie facing each other, legs scissored together.
Their pussies press close, labia rubbing as they rock their hips, clits brushing with delicious friction. Reverie reaches down, slipping two fingers back into Kanae, while Kanae does the same to Reverie.
They thrust into each other, hips grinding, fingers pumping, exchanging wet, sloppy kisses between gasps.
The mutual penetration and clit-to-clit contact drive them wild, their movements frantic.
For more, Kanae shifts to straddle Reverie's thigh, grinding her pussy against the firm muscle while Reverie rubs Kanae's clit with her fingers.
Kanae returns the favor, pressing her thigh between Reverie's legs, letting Reverie hump it as she fingers Reverie's pussy.
Their breasts bounce with each movement, nipples occasionally grazing, adding sparks of pleasure.
Finally, they align for a simultaneous finish. Lying side by side, they each use their hands—one finger tracing the other's clit, two more thrusting inside.
Reverie's fingers curl deep in Kanae, her thumb flicking Kanae's clit, while Kanae mirrors her, her fingers relentless in Reverie's pussy.
Their lips meet in a messy kiss, tongues clashing as they push each other over the edge.
They come together, bodies shuddering, pussies pulsing around each other's fingers, moans muffled against each other's mouths.
After, they collapse, hands still resting on each other's thighs, breathing hard, bodies spent from the exhaustive exchange of pleasure.