What is the thing that drives men to evolve… and to achieve the impossible?
Many would say: money, women, glory, or other material and vain things.
Yet, Dōma thinks differently since his reincarnation.
Why? Perhaps because of the combination of his cold rationality and Jay's emotional knowledge.
It could even be that he's simply addicted to the sensation of feeling an emotion, even briefly.
But Dōma doesn't care about all these theories.
His opinion on the impossible feats humans have accomplished throughout history is sitting next to him, watching a theater.
What? There's already the example of a woman? Then you haven't understood Dōma's perspective.
'…tch… this sensation… is it sadism? No, it's different…'he would analyze, before his multicolored eyes sparkled.
Domination.
The human race achieved all this because it aspired to become the apex species on Earth.
As a hierarchical leader, it imposes its will and customs on all other creatures.
This is also why Tanjiro could never have persuaded Muzan to become kind, like Naruto with Obito.
There was a racial barrier and a matter of the food chain at play.
Here, even in the theater, Dōma accomplishes something all humans had done before him.
He was going to conquer and dominate a woman.
"But… how?" he thought, as his hand casually slid onto Nakime's knee.
— pinch.
Unfortunately, the woman attacked his hand.
Even though it didn't hurt when Nakime tried to push back his bold gesture.
Dōma considered himself a "gentleman," so he understood the message Nakime conveyed.
She didn't want to offer her body to Dōma like a worthless prostitute.
He had to convince her.
Dōma also noticed Nakime's body language after his mistake.
Nakime's fingers tensed, her nails digging into the palm of her hand.
The ice demon risked getting rejected and ending up with blue balls if this situation didn't resolve quickly.
He could have used blackmail to get Nakime, but Dōma refused to take that path.
After all, he wasn't "entirely" a fan of NTR techniques to achieve his goal.
He had used Kokushibo to bring Nakime here, but Dōma would never use a colleague's name to get off with another colleague.
That would be too vile, even for him.
As for directly using his authority as Upper Moon 2? Where would the fun be in that?
So, he decided to play it soft this time.
'Even if creatures like demons don't follow the logic of consent, I have some reservations about going beyond it,'he thought, as a sly smile reflexively formed on his lips.
He had a plan.
But for now, Dōma decided to divert the topic from the sexual tension he and Nakime were feeling.
"Nakime-chan~ are you enjoying the show?" Dōma decided to shift her attention.
Nakime was unaware of Dōma's thoughts and nodded while watching the theater.
On the stage, actors were performing a simplified, Japanese rendition of the Twilight story.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Nakime-chan, but… watch out!" Dōma grabbed a "fake" insect from Nakime's hair, then pretended to brush it off.
"Sorry for overreacting, I didn't want Nakime-chan to have an unpleasant experience, haha!" Dōma's hollow laugh echoed in the quiet room, like a talentless comedian facing a demanding audience.
Yet, it was a sincere laugh.
Dōma had trapped Nakime.
"Cough… sorry, I'm distracting you when there's such a great show in front of us," he said, coughing to show his discomfort.
The ice demon swallowed the contents he had grabbed from the spot of the fake (nonexistent) insect.
A black hair.
'Blood Demon Art: Vanity's Paradise'
The gray world Dōma was used to perceiving appeared before his eyes after activating his power.
Of course, he didn't intend to control Nakime like a mere puppet.
That would go against all his values and his little game. So, Dōma decided to delve into the mind of the woman beside him.
He wanted to know more about Nakime than Jay's vague knowledge of the future Kizuki.
This decision brought a host of pleasant surprises to Dōma.
Nakime was feeling a variety of emotions at that moment, which the ice demon perceived like an open book before him.
There was distrust, stress, agitation, but also excitement and anticipation.
Nakime was expecting something, but she had clearly shown rejection toward Dōma.
'Is she trying to play hard to get?' The possibility was real, but he dismissed it after observing Nakime's memories as a human and in the Infinity Castle.
Pain, loneliness, and joy?
Nakime was once a married and happy woman, but things quickly took a turn.
Her husband slowly but surely became addicted to gambling and ruined their household.
At first, the young woman could still endure the situation thanks to her talent with the biwa.
But one day, she snapped.
Nakime's husband had sold the dress she used for her usual performances.
Furious, after losing her only passion and means of subsistence… Nakime killed.
After killing her husband, she walked to the performance venue, dressed in a worn-out dress.
The crowd didn't appreciate her disheveled appearance, but Nakime decided to play despite the insults from an unsatisfied audience.
At that moment, a miracle happened.
Or was it an abomination? It didn't matter—Nakime played magnificently, fueled by the fresh sensation of her first murder still vivid in her mind.
She hated herself for killing the man she loved and for using those emotions in her biwa playing.
But… she had never played so well.
This is how Nakime developed the bad habit of killing before every concert.
It's also how she met Muzan.
The woman had tried to kill him without success, but her story and musical talent touched the heart of the demon king.
The human woman's life ended there.
This sums up the origin of the pain and the current musical style of the biwa-playing demoness.
As for the origin of the loneliness in Nakime's heart? That emotion was caused by Muzan.
He had deprived Nakime of the very reason behind her music: an audience.
This was the trigger that led to the third emotion Vanity's Paradise detected: joy.
This emotion is recent and faint, but Nakime enjoys playing music with Dōma.
"Say, Nakime-chan… do you like spending time with me? Answer honestly." After grasping Nakime's inner turmoil, the ice demon understood.
If he wanted to conquer Nakime, he had to be sincere and direct.
Even if she clearly showed rejection, Dōma had to assert himself.
After all, Nakime didn't even fully understand her current feelings.
Dōma didn't want a tsundere.
She was confused.
Should she stay in the vast, empty hall of the Infinity Castle and play for no one?
Or should she try again to play for others as an audience?
The image of Dōma, who had suggested playing together, came back to her mind after hearing the ice demon's words.
Should she spend time with him and play music for him and others?
"D-Dōma-sama… this… this isn't the right place for that kind of conversation…" Unlike last time, she spoke more.
Dōma grabbed her chin and placed her face in front of his.
"Is that true? Yet, there's a stage right there…" he said, pointing to the theater stage.
"I saw how you look at that place, Nakime-chan~" Dōma brought his face closer.
Their breaths intertwined.
"Don't you want to play with me? Is it so unpleasant to play with someone else by your side? This life is a grand performance, Nakime-chan~ and I don't think I'm that bad as a partner…" he said, before launching his offensive.
Jay wasn't an expert in romantic relationships with girls when he was on Earth.
But he had read enough stories to inspire Dōma in his approach toward Nakime.
Dōma spoke using their lives and surroundings in musical terms to better charm the biwa player.
The result was undeniable.
Nakime didn't reject Dōma's advance.
"W-why d-do… I feel so hot…" she mumbled, as Dōma's hand slowly slipped into her dress.
"Don't worry, Nakime-chan~ I'll be gentle," he said near her ear before lightly nibbling.
Nakime wanted to declare that she hadn't given her consent… but the words remained trapped in her throat.
Nakime's slender yet voluptuous body soon fell into his arms, as if she had lost all her strength.
'Tch… this is dangerous, I need to stop him.' Nakime wasn't a virgin.
She had once had a husband, but Dōma's touches caressed precise and sensitive areas.
Nakime didn't understand how another's touch could have such an effect on her, but she deemed it a risk.
Immediately, she tried to push Dōma away from her body, but he had already read her thoughts.
Dōma had been using *Blood Demon Art: Vanity's Paradise* from the start.
He could know all the erogenous zones of Nakime's body, even those she herself might not be aware of.
That's why he lowered his head from her collarbone to her breasts, because Dōma knew something known to Nakime's former husband and herself.
"N-no, don't bite—" Too late. Dōma lightly nibbled on the pink nipple of one of Nakime's breasts and kneaded the other.
The strength in Nakime's arm slowly weakened under Dōma's assault.
"Ahh… s-slowly," she said between moans, but Dōma had no intention of slowing down.
He took his time, enjoying Nakime's soft and modest breasts, before removing her sweat-soaked dress.
The sight of a naked, sweating Nakime genuinely excited him, as Dōma didn't even need to use his biological manipulation to make his member larger than average.
He wanted to ravage this woman and mark her as his.
"I think the foreplay is enough, Nakime-chan," said Dōma. His voice was soft, but it made the woman standing in the middle of the room tremble with fear and anticipation.
No one was paying attention to the theater or the stage in front of them at that moment.
Dōma used the VIP room's curtain to hide their actions from the audience below.
He lifted the biwa-playing demoness and placed her against the wall to better admire his "art" after the foreplay.
Nakime was exposed before Dōma.
She had pale skin, cherry-pink nipples, and a pussy glossier than usual due to her ghostly appearance, which made the colors on her body stand out.
But the most important thing for Dōma was something else.
Nakime had a big ass, unlike her decently sized chest.
That pale, magnificent ass pointed toward him, offering a pleasing view.
The cool woman from his memories had a face red with embarrassment, but the demoness didn't struggle or push Dōma away.
Her pussy juices were clearly flowing, thanks to Dōma's skilled fingers and the use of Vanity's Paradise to target her erogenous zones.
All the blood in Dōma's body had already rushed to his member, which had long since reached its maximum size without physical alteration.
"D-don't look, Dōma-sama," said Nakime, even though she wanted Dōma to look away.
She hadn't moved away or tried to hide her body from her partner's view.
On the contrary, the demoness's words sounded like a desperate call for mating to her interlocutor's ears.
Dōma removed his lower body clothing and positioned his member at the entrance of Nakime's vulva.
Without a hint of hesitation, he penetrated her.
He wasn't worried about her as he had been with Kikyo or Kaguya, as the demoness had a high healing factor.
Thus, Dōma slammed his hips against Nakime's without too much concern for her.
He trusted her vitality.
"It's been a while, ahe~," she mumbled between uncontrolled moans.
Yet, Dōma frowned.
Nakime's current foolish expression satisfied him, but her unintentional mention of her former husband slightly annoyed him.
Dōma decided to thrust his hips harder and deeper.
Nakime's vaginal walls soon trembled under Dōma's caresses and thrusts.
Finally, the inevitable happened.
"I… I'm cumming, ahh," she said in a breathless voice.
Nakime hadn't finished her words when Dōma pulled her toward him for a deep kiss.
The sounds of saliva and sighs echoed in the room before he released his hold on Nakime, and she fell to the floor due to the sensation of weakness in her legs.
Nakime's panting, mixed with muffled moans, resonated in the heavy air.
She was recovering from the orgasm Dōma had given her, but one thing sparked both excitement and a bit of fear in Nakime.
Dōma's cock didn't seem to weaken, even after ejaculating a good amount of baby-making seed into Nakime's pussy.
The ice demon grabbed her again and put her in a doggystyle position.
"W-wait, I'm still recovering, ngh~," she said, but her words stopped after Dōma's penis re-entered her cave.
Her vaginal walls trembled again due to their sensitive state.
'What if I increased her sensitivity a bit?' A dirty idea popped into Dōma's mind as he watched Nakime writhe in pleasure in his hands.
Perception manipulation was a capability of 'Blood Demon Art: Vanity's Paradise'.
With a single thought, Nakime came again, even though Dōma hadn't yet resumed moving at a fast pace.
"W-what's happening…" she mumbled, but her mind wasn't really in a state to think properly.
Nakime had climaxed twice in a row.
Dōma started moving again after noticing that her pussy juices had stopped flowing.
Each thrust was calculated, each movement precise, thanks to his knowledge of the woman's intimacy in his arms.
Nakime felt like she was melting under the intensity of the pleasure Dōma was giving her.
"You're… so tight, Nakime-chan," Dōma whispered, his voice almost a growl at that moment.
He leaned against Nakime's back to put her in a position easier to penetrate.
Nakime's intimacy was more exposed to Dōma's view, but he continued his assault without caring about the magnificent sight.
That night, he and Nakime would play a symphony unknown to many together.
The music of love in its most primal state.
"D-Dōma-sama… it's… too much…" she said in a barely audible voice due to the moans and the sounds of their flesh colliding.
"Is it? I haven't even created a second cock or made the first one come alive, and I've only cum once, Nakime-chan~," Dōma explained. His voice made Nakime shiver with fear, but there was something else Dōma's senses easily picked up this time.
Excitement.
The duo was too immersed in their little world to notice the young girl at the door.
"D-Dōma-sama is so big… I-I'm cumming," Ume looked at her hand covered in vaginal juices before quickly leaving the place.
She no longer thought about Dōma, as her mind was filled with shame and guilt.
Not only had she failed to save Dōma from the witch, but she had pleasured herself secretly while watching the scene.
"S-*sniff* s-sorry, Dōma-sama… I-I'm a bad girl," she said, crying.