Muzan was seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. His kimono had ridden up slightly, revealing a hint of his black boxers. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice the exposed undergarments.
The door to the chamber creaked open, and Yoriichi entered, closing and locking it behind him. His gaze lingered on Muzan's exposed boxers for a moment, imagining the toned ass beneath. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and approached Muzan.
"You know, you really should dress yourself properly, even if you are the Demon King," Yoriichi said, playfully insulting him.
Muzan looked up from his paperwork, unbothered by his disheveled appearance. "And who are you to tell me how to dress, Yoriichi?" he retorted, sharp wit dripping from his words.
Yoriichi chuckled. "I'm just saying, you could use a little tidying up."
He leaned over Muzan's shoulder, taking a whiff of his intoxicating demon scent. It was a heady mix of power and danger, and Yoriichi couldn't help but be drawn to it.
Muzan playfully chided him for his forward behavior. "You're getting a little too close, Yoriichi. I might have to teach you a lesson."
But Yoriichi didn't back down. He continued to lean over Muzan, his hand accidentally brushing against the Demon King's boxers. A spark of electricity passed between them, causing both of them to jump.
Muzan looked up at Yoriichi, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, Yoriichi. It seems like you have some hidden desires."
Yoriichi, flustered, tried to adjust Muzan's kimono, but Muzan stopped him. "I think I like it this way," he said, standing up and towering over Yoriichi.
Muzan playfully insulted Yoriichi for his clumsy actions. "You're always so eager, Yoriichi. It's almost like you can't control yourself."
Yoriichi, not one to back down, challenged Muzan to a sparring match. "Fine, if you want to teach me a lesson, let's do it on the mat."
Muzan accepted, and the two engaged in a playful fight. Yoriichi was fast and agile, but Muzan was strong and powerful. It was a match that neither of them could win, but they both enjoyed the challenge.
In the heat of the fight, Yoriichi pinned Muzan to the ground, their faces inches apart. Muzan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, whispered a suggestive comment to Yoriichi.
"Maybe I should teach you a different kind of lesson, Yoriichi," he said, leaving the chapter on a cliffhanger.
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