Become a Pillar! But the Second Upper Rank Is My Boyfriend

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Chinatsu, a mercenary from Meteor City, transmigrated.

She opened her eyes to the scene of a demon massacre.

Good news: Yay! No more life-or-death missions!

Bad news: Damn! A bunch of freaks are charging right at me!

A Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps found a little kid at a mission site.

Good news: Sweet-talking and talented.

Bad news: Tough as nails and a total handful.

Small in stature, big in attitude.

Useless at everything, but always tagging along after the Hashira.

The whole team placed bets on when the Wind Hashira would kick her out.

Then came the day the demons surrounded them.

Everyone watched the laziest person around tear through the enemy, lightning flashing with every strike.

Demon blood splattered three feet away, and the ashes left after their deaths drifted through the air all night.

Only then did everyone realize this kid wasn't a kid at all. She was a walking weapon of mass destruction who could kill gods and demons alike.

The cult leader, Upper Rank Two, met a little kid.

Bad news: She was in the Demon Slayer Corps, and she was incredibly strong.

Good news: Underneath her human skin, she was one of his kind.

The Twelve Kizuki's after-dinner chat:

Upper Rank Two's been acting strange lately. Instead of thinking about getting stronger, he spends all day humming to himself and figuring out how to hit on the Demon Slayer Corps' newest recruit.

Muzan glanced at the images in his mind. "Tsk. Vulgar and irritating. Let him be."

Then, on the day the Demon Slayer Corps was surrounded, the Demon King was beaten beyond recognition. That damned Upper Rank Two was hugging the woman from his mind, grinning like a fool. Only then did Muzan finally understand.

His most prized Upper Rank had betrayed him.

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Ha? I'm Dating Douma? Pairing: Douma

[Ding! A forced romance simulator has been bound to you.]

[Complete the romance mission to be revived.]

[Warning: A vast disparity in strength has been detected. The Ultimate Romance Protection Mode has been activated for the Host. Time limit: 72 hours.]

My name is Inuzuka Ren. I transmigrated and got bound to a strange man through a forced romance simulator.

At our first meeting, the man lightly raised a golden iron fan. Rainbow light swirled in his eyes, and he looked deeply amused.

He said, "Ahaha~ Look what I've found! This time, it's a stranded mermaid!"

I didn't understand what he meant by "this time" or "even," but I noticed the way he looked at me.

It wasn't the way a human looks at another human.

Me: Do I really have to date him? This feels dangerous.

Simulator: Not at all. You can choose to die instead.

Me: %&@#%&@# [What a goddamn scam of a romance simulator.]

And so, the 72-hour survival dating show began.

My KPI:

Make a demon fall in love with me within 72 hours.

A lot can happen in 72 hours.

I thought there could only be two endings:

Mission success, go home;

Mission failure, die.

But I never expected there to be a third.

The conquest was fake.

The simulator was fake.

The way home was fake.

And my appearance was just an accident.

If that's the case, what's the point of romance?

But clearly, someone didn't see it that way.

With the cold moon hanging high overhead, he wore the icy colors of winter as he slowly approached me and my new companion. Scarlet stained the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was cloying and obsessive.

"Ren-chan..."

He called me softly, his voice wrapped in a sweet, chilly menace.

"You're mine."

"You're my birthday present."

"Why... are you with someone else?"

Plot and romance, a 50-50 split.

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Hunter x Hunter fan fiction: Hisoka, My Master

Also known as: The Master's Death-Seeking Antics

I lived with my master, depending on one another for everything. Then I closed my eyes and opened them again, only to find myself back in the past.

Back in the days when my master was full of life, handsome enough to make gods and men jealous, rolling in money, but also... so dangerous he made my scalp tingle...

As his disciple, I was excited, worried, and despairing all at once.

Excited because I could never get tired of looking at my master's handsome face.

Worried because he'd been a reckless troublemaker for a decade straight.

Despairing because I couldn't stop him from seeking trouble, and I'd even gotten hooked on it myself.

Then one day, after I'd spent the day flirting with someone else, he cornered me against a wall and said, "Shh~ Be quiet, little butterfly~ You wouldn't want anyone else to hear, would you?"

Only then did I realize that at some point, I'd gotten myself into trouble too. Damn it

Danger! Can I start over one more time?

Theme: Love can create miracles