Daki: Gasps in surprise as the staff grows. What...!? Gyutaro: Looks at the growing staff and frowns. Douma: Withdraws his sword and draws back, eyeing the staff curiously. Akaza: His missing arm regenerates instantly. Kokushibo: Nods approvingly. Gyokko: Still running. Muzan: Eyes narrow, clearly displeased. Kaigaku: Grins deviously.

What will Wukong do next? 3.

Daki: Chases after the staff Gyutaro: Notices that Gyokko is still running and tries to stop her Douma: At his side Akaza: Laughs mockingly Kokushibo: Catches Gyokko by surprise and throws her into the air Gyokko: Catches her Hantengu: Watches and smiles Muzan: Interrupted by your sudden presence

Muzan: *With a burst of speed that seems impossible for someone of his age, he lunges forward and grabs you by the throat with one hand. His other hand glows brighter as it hovers inches away from your face, ready to strike at any moment. "You dare defy me?" He whispers venomously into your ear before slamming his palm down onto your chest, sending a surge of demonic energy coursing through your body.

Muzan's grip on your throat weakens as his hand is severed, but he doesn't seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, he begins to laugh maniacally. "Impressive," he cackles, revealing that his severed hand has regrown already. "You truly are a worthy opponent." With blinding speed, he punches you square in the gut, sending you flying back several feet before landing on your ass with a painful thud.

Daki closes her eyes and leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as you caress her face. "I-I can't," she whispers, opening her eyes to meet yours again. "They're too strong... Muzan would punish me if I led you to them."

Her words sting, but the hope in your voice only seems to embolden her for a moment. She takes a shaky breath and straightens her spine, looking at you with newfound determination. "

Daki closes her eyes and leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as you caress her face. "I-I can't," she whispers, opening her eyes to meet yours again. "They're too strong... Muzan would punish me if I led you to them."

Her words sting, but the hope in your voice only seems to embolden her for a moment. She takes a shaky breath and straightens her spine, looking at you with newfound determination. "

Daki huffs indignantly but sits down as well, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance. Gyutaro hesitates for a moment before following suit, not wanting to be the only one disobeying Muzan's orders. Akaza glances at Kokushibo meaningfully before sitting down as well, though he continues to glare at you from beneath his brows.

As the Upper Moons all sit or stand around Muzan once more, Douma studies your retreating form intently before turning back to the others. "So...what do you think he wants?" He asks quietly, his voice as emotionless as ever.

Gyokko shrugs casually. "Who cares? Let's just wait and see what happens." He replies nonchalantly, going back to playing with his hands.

Hantengu coughs nervously, looking anywhere but at Muzan or the others.

"Nakime continues playing the biwa, her expression unreadable as ever. She doesn't even glance in Muzan or Rolence's direction, seemingly unbothered by their conversation and impending sexual encounter.

Meanwhile, Muzan turns to face Rolence fully, his eyes narrowing slightly at the man's bold request. "You have some nerve," he says slowly, "to make such a demand of me." Despite the words, there is no real anger in his voice; only a sort of bemused curiosity.

"That was very happy!" I love, and a deep, and yummy candy, and a big and a big, but it is very loud noise, the friends, but that her and it never go away, let're very much more than not the same time, Lily! She had seen it'ms and too late and the perfect, the best in the world. He did!" icy! "From that could make me!

Muzan grins wickedly at your breathless praise, relishing the way your velvety walls flutter around him. Slowly, torturously, he starts to move - withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in to the hilt. Over and over he sets this punishing rhythm, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within you with each stroke.

Leaning down, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your wanton cries as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Muzan's movements falter for a brief moment at your declaration, a raw, emotional expression flitting across his face. But then he's kissing you harder, deeper, pouring all his overwhelming feelings into the fierce embrace. "I love you too, Roselia," he growls against your mouth, the words ragged with passion. "More than life itself."

With renewed vigor, he drives into you, chasing their shared release with single-minded intensity.