But the moment they returned from the Demon Slayer world—
A fully restored, taller, radiant Jibril burst into the chat group like an angry pixie swinging a divine hammer.
Jibril: "UNBELIEVABLE! Jaeger, you actually tried to teach me how to drink milk!
And that milk tasted HORRIBLE! I HATE it!!"
Her appearance was back to being elegant and goddess-like—but her tone was that of a betrayed housecat.
Jaeger could only rub his forehead.
He was being kind, wasn't he?
Why was she acting like he committed a war crime?
"Lord Jaeger…"
Kagaya's four daughters approached nervously.
To them, Jaeger was scarier than Muzan.
Far, FAR scarier.
But Jaeger—amused by how much the girls resembled their beautiful mother—felt unusually generous.
Without hesitation, he flicked his hand and dumped out hundreds of shimmering weapons and relics.
Treasures that would send nations into chaos…
but to him, they were basically trash.
To the Demon Slayer Corps?
They were priceless.
Kagaya almost cried.
His daughters' "sacrifice" hadn't been for nothing.
He even bowed to them—though truthfully, they hadn't exactly been resisting Jaeger's "milk lesson" situation in the first place.
Most of Jaeger's attention had gone to Jibril anyway.
The four girls barely qualified as side characters in that entire episode.
The eldest daughter shyly glanced away, cheeks burning.
"Lord Jaeger is really… gentle," she whispered.
"He's nothing like the men we imagined… he's tall, strong, and… our benefactor."
Kagaya finally exhaled in relief.
His daughters were… safe.
More than safe, honestly.
But there was one casualty.
Shinobu Kocho.
She had developed a tiny crush on Jaeger—understandable, considering he literally saved their world.
But after watching him casually running a "two-girl combo lesson"…
her heart shattered like brittle glass.
[Chat Group System Notification]
Congratulations to members Kasumigaoka Utaha, Jibril, and Nerona Jaeger for completing the mission: Kill Muzan.
Kasumigaoka Utaha – Evaluation: Qualified. Reward: 1 Demon Slayer World Lottery chance
Jibril – Evaluation: Qualified. Reward: 1 Lottery chance
Nerona Jaeger – Evaluation: Excellent. Reward: 3 Lottery chances
The moment Jaeger returned to the One Piece world—
The chat exploded.
Miyuki Uchiha: "There's NOTHING good in Demon Slayer. His Highness and Jibril don't need any of it anyway."
Yamamoto Mei: "Too low-level. Completely useless."
Then the gacha results dropped:
Kasumigaoka Utaha – Transparent World
Jibril – Transparent World
Jaeger – Transparent World, Basic Breathing Technique
Miyuki Uchiha: "Yup. Hot garbage."
Jibril: "Seeing enemy weaknesses? Cute… but unnecessary for me."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Well, I barely fought… so I'll take it."
Jaeger yawned.
Transparent World?
Breathing Techniques?
Please.
Even Breath of the Sun was toddler-level next to his Noble Phantasms.
He still had one draw left, so he lazily spun the wheel—
Congratulations! Jaeger has obtained: Demon Slayer World Permanent Pass.
Miyuki Uchiha: "…Huh?"
Yamamoto Mei: "There are things like THAT in the pool?"
Miyuki Uchiha: "Your Highness, SHOW US!"
Jaeger posted a screenshot.
Esdeath: "It's real. A permanent visa to enter Demon Slayer World anytime. No mission required."
Shinobu Kocho: "J-Jaeger-sama can… visit our world anytime? That's wonderful!"
Luo Hao: "A fine reward, but wasted on a world of such low level. Only the girls there have value."
Miyuki Uchiha: "Agreed."
Shinobu Kocho: "…S-Still… we will welcome you anytime, Jaeger-sama."
Nerona Jaeger: "Sure. I'll drop by now and then."
Shinobu practically lit up like a Christmas tree.
Jaeger didn't think the pass was anything special.
The world itself?
Eh…
But the girls?
Worth visiting.
"I'll swing by occasionally. They're good girls."
He sighed and glanced around—the room was silent, Stussy nowhere to be found.
Unbothered, Jaeger turned his gaze to Rouge. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing slow and even, completely unaware of the man standing over her bed.
A faint smile curled Jaeger's lips as he approached, the shadows shifting across his face.
He drew back the covers with deliberate care, revealing the black lingerie he'd ordered the maids to dress her in—silk and lace that accentuated every curve.
In sleep, her body looked even more delicate and inviting: the gentle rise of her breasts, the soft swell of her thighs.
Jaeger lingered at the edge of the bed, admiring the sight. As he leaned closer, Rouge shifted unconsciously, lips parting in a silent sigh.
She licked them lightly, frowning in her sleep before her lashes fluttered and her eyes cracked open—still blurry, not yet registering the danger looming above her.
Then, as her vision sharpened, she saw him—Jaeger, the devil in human form. Her eyes went wide, panic surging through her as she tried to move, but her hands quickly fell limp at her sides. She was caught—helpless beneath his gaze.
"W-what? Do you want something…?" Rouge's voice was barely more than a whisper, shaky and nervous. Deep down, she already knew—there was only one reason this man would come to her tonight.
There was no hope for dignity or resistance—not with Jaeger. His visits meant only humiliation and twisted "affection."
Jaeger's smile softened, but it only made him more terrifying. "Of course, Rouge. I came to relieve your lonely heart. After all, it's the promise I made to Roger. I can't possibly leave you without granting you my proper blessing, can I?"
He spoke as if it were a kindness, as if she should be grateful. But in Rouge's eyes, his words were poison—the smile of a devil, not a savior.
"P-please… anything but that…" she stammered, searching desperately for an excuse, her hand unconsciously covering her belly. "The child… If we… Isn't it dangerous? Please, I—I can't—"
Jaeger's expression didn't change, but his tone deepened, growing softer and infinitely more commanding. "There's no need to worry. Everything will be fine—I'll take care of you, and the child. You just need to obey, Rouge."
The subtle shift in his voice froze her in place. Rouge's instincts screamed at her—defiance would only end in disaster, and not just for herself. The life inside her was the only thing she couldn't risk.
Swallowing hard, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would dull the pain or hide her shame.
But Jaeger's next words cut through the silence, shattering any hope of escape.
"Look at me when I bless you, Rouge. This is an honor—not a punishment. Don't ever forget that." His tone was calm, but there was no room for refusal.
"Now, repeat after me—loud and clear, so I can hear every word."
For a moment, Rouge couldn't speak. Her lips trembled as guilt and humiliation crashed over her. Then, voice barely audible, she forced herself to obey:
"P-please… Master Jaeger-sama… b-bless me…"
Jaeger smiled, gentle fingers stroking her hair as if she were a beloved pet. "See? That wasn't so hard," he murmured, cupping her cheeks. Then he leaned down and kissed her softly.
His lips pressed against Rouge's trembling ones, his kiss slow but deep, filled with a possessive hunger that made her head spin.
"Nn…mmhh…"
She felt his hand slide into her hair, holding her firmly as his tongue explored her mouth, tasting her surrender, coaxing out little gasps and whimpers that she couldn't hide.
His other hand traced the curve of her waist, palm gliding over the soft silk of her lingerie. He paused at her hip, fingers tightening, making her shiver beneath his touch.
The lace fabric did little to hide her body, and Jaeger's fingers slipped under the edge, caressing bare skin—soft, warm, and already tingling with anticipation.
"Haah…!"
Rouge's breath grew ragged as his kisses drifted lower, tracing along her jaw, then down her neck.
slurp… nip… suck…
He nipped gently at her collarbone, leaving faint marks as his tongue soothed each spot. Every touch sent a wave of heat through her body, making her arch her back unconsciously.
"Nnh… ah…!"
Jaeger's hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.
He teased her mercilessly, squeezing and rolling the sensitive peak until Rouge whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets for support.
"Ahn…! P-please…"
"Such a good girl…" Jaeger murmured, voice dark and soothing as his lips captured her nipple through the lace, sucking gently at first, then biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.
He pulled the cup of her lingerie aside, exposing her breast to the cool air, then lavished it with his mouth—licking, sucking, and swirling his tongue over the swollen bud.
"Nngh… Jaeger-sama…!"
Rouge's legs parted instinctively, thighs quivering as Jaeger's free hand traveled down, skimming her stomach, tracing slow circles over her panties.
The sensation made her hips buck, seeking friction. Jaeger chuckled softly against her skin, enjoying the way her body betrayed her.
He slid her panties aside, fingers finding her already wet and aching. He stroked her folds, gathering slickness, then eased a finger inside—slow, gentle, relentless.
"Aah… ahh…! Jaeger-sama… I…!"
Rouge moaned, arching into his touch, her body wracked with pleasure as he curled his finger just right.
Jaeger continued kissing her—mouth hungry, tongue claiming, hand never ceasing its slow torment between her legs.
schlk… schlk…
He worked her with practiced skill, teasing her sensitive spots, building her pleasure higher with every movement.
"Say it again," he whispered against her ear, voice husky. "Ask for my blessing, Rouge. Let me hear you."
She swallowed hard, face flushed, voice shaking with shame.
"P-please… Master Jaeger-sama… bless me…"
His eyes gleamed, pleased with her obedience. He captured her mouth in another bruising kiss as he added another finger, stretching her, making her gasp and cling to him desperately.
"Nngh… ahh—AHH…!"
Jaeger suddenly stopped, breath warm against her ear as he leaned back just enough for her to feel the shift of power.
His fingers moved to his belt.
clink…
The quiet sound made Rouge's body jolt—every instinct screaming, every nerve tightening. She watched helplessly as Jaeger unbuckled his belt and loosened the fabric around his waist, movements slow, deliberate, calculated to make her tremble.
haa…
Her breath hitched as he lifted her hand and guided it downward.
"Hold it," he murmured.
Rouge's palm closed around something impossibly big and warm, impossibly firm—her hand shook violently, her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth. Heat pulsed through her arm like a shock, the sheer intensity of it making her gasp.
"Good," Jaeger whispered. "Now guide it… If you want my blessing, Rouge…offer yourself to receive it."
Her throat worked in a hard swallow. She lifted her eyes to his—those calm, smiling eyes that made her knees weak and her soul cold. The smile of a predator who had already decided her fate.
Rouge's breath trembled as she angled herself, guiding him downward—closer, closer—until the searing heat brushed her soaked entrance. The moment the tip touched her softness, she flinched.
"A-ah…!"
Her whole body shuddered. She knew exactly what was coming. Exactly what she was opening herself to. But resistance would only bring danger—to her and to the life inside her.
So she forced the words out, voice barely more than a breath:
"P‑please… Master Jaeger‑sama… bless me with your… divine rod…"
Her face burned with shame.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Her heart pounded against her ribs—thud… thud… thud…
Jaeger smiled as if she had spoken a prayer.
"As you wish, Rouge."
With a single, powerful thrust, Jaeger buried his entire length inside her in one go.
Rouge's eyes went wide—her breath catching, mouth open in a wordless gasp. Before she could even gather herself, Jaeger lifted her legs high, folding her into a deep mating press, and began pounding into her with relentless, full strokes.
Each time, he pulled out until only the tip remained, then slammed back in all the way to the hilt—again and again, filling the room with the raw, wet sounds of their bodies colliding.
Rouge's voice trembled between pleasure and helplessness, her nails digging into the sheets.
"Wah… wha—ahhhhnnn… Hoo… No… ahnng—n-not so—ohhhh… r-rough… mmmph… ahnnn—!"
The steady rhythm of skin against skin echoed through the air, punctuating her cries.
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