Chapter 30: Jotaro’s Body

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Chapter 30 - 30: Jotaro's Body The will of Muzan in her mind dissipated, and Nezuko's eyes finally regained a trace of clarity. But this trace of clarity quickly turned into struggle. She was no longer human, but a demon. A hungry demon is ruled by appetite, even if what's in front of it is a rotting human corpse, it will bite without hesitation. Nezuko hadn't eaten for several days, and she had been constantly resisting Muzan's control. This consumed a lot of her energy. Undoubtedly, she was now in a state of extreme hunger. What she was facing wasn't a rotting corpse, but Jotaro's strong body. This was a perfect body, whether man or woman, they would deeply desire to have such a physique. Demons were no exception. Gourmets choose food based on color, aroma, and taste, and Jotaro's body, in the eyes of a demon, met all those standards. His skin was healthy, radiating a natural luster. The muscle lines were distinct, each muscle was like a finely sculpted artwork, full of a sense of power. This undoubtedly gave demons a strong visual impact and attraction. Next was the smell on Jotaro. Jotaro's body had no body odor, what he exuded was a masculine and vigorous aura unique to men. Very few women could resist this masculine aura. Nezuko was a demon, but she was also a woman. This scent gave her a kind of unprecedented comfort. In addition, what fascinated her most was the strong bloody scent coming from Jotaro's wound from a few days ago. This bloody scent, for demons, was like an "aphrodisiac." Just from the smell of his blood, it was clear that his body contained an incomparably vast life force. Such a smell could drive any demon mad. Among humans, there are some whose blood has a special effect on demons, just smelling their blood would make demons intoxicated and dizzy. Some call that kind of blood "rare blood," but Jotaro's blood was not rare blood. Rare blood to demons is like alcohol, but Jotaro's blood, to demons, is like drugs. Such blood wouldn't make demons drunk, it would make them float with ecstasy. As for Jotaro's taste... Any dish with such color and aroma would not disappoint in taste. And such appealing color and aroma would further stimulate a diner's desire to taste. Nezuko could no longer wait to take a bite. She had long been drooling, saliva dripping constantly from the corner of her mouth, bit by bit, it gradually turned into a continuous waterfall. Anyone would be joyous and happy to taste such delicacy, so why did Nezuko look full of pain? Her tears, too, poured down like a waterfall from the corners of her eyes. The corners of her eyes were full of tears, and the corners of her mouth full of saliva. The liquid sliding down her cheeks made it hard to distinguish whether it was tears or drool. This blurry and dreamlike liquid was perhaps like Nezuko's confused and dreamlike feelings. She could no longer distinguish whether she was human or demon. Jotaro's chest had long been soaked by this blurry and dreamlike liquid, but he would never become blurry and lost like this liquid. The future, to everyone, is blurry and dreamlike. Jotaro's future was the same. But no matter how the future might be, he was clear on one thing, that the path to the future must be forged by himself. So he was never confused. He quietly looked at Nezuko, waiting for her to forge her path. Nezuko is human, not a demon. Having lived with the girl for a period of time, Jotaro firmly believed this. Shinobu Kocho walked over slowly, already casting away the eerie feeling of being struck away by Muzan's power earlier. Her purple, misty eyes remained fixed on Nezuko. She had a feeling Nezuko was different from other demons. She was struggling. She was resisting her instincts. She still retained rationality. She didn't know whether Nezuko could overcome the demon's craving for human flesh, but she deeply hoped the girl could succeed. Because only then could her sister's wish have a chance to be fulfilled. Of course, if in the end Nezuko couldn't suppress the craving, even if it pained her, she would still mercilessly execute her. Nezuko's mouth opened and closed. She wanted to taste the delicacy before her, but certain emotions in her heart made her unable to bite down. Jotaro stared at Nezuko, he could feel the girl's inner conflict. But he couldn't help her. Sometimes, people are helpless, even if many stand beside them. Just as Jotaro looked at her, Nezuko's eyes also looked at Jotaro. Her eyes left a bright and clear impression on him. And Jotaro's eyes left an unforgettable impression on her. Even after becoming a demon, the impression in her memory remained unchanged. Those eyes, whenever she looked, were more dazzling than emeralds, broader and deeper than the rippling sea. To Nezuko, those rippling sea-like eyes were like a mirror. Mirrors have always been indispensable for women. Every woman hopes to see the best version of herself in the mirror. Nezuko was no exception. She hoped to leave her best side in the mirror, not her current ugly appearance. "Nezuko!" Tanjiro's heart had long leapt to his throat, but at the moment Nezuko turned her head, he finally shouted out in excitement. 'Nezuko is human, she's not a demon!' She turned her head away, she resisted the temptation of human flesh. "Big sister..." Shinobu looked in disbelief at Nezuko, who had turned her head with difficulty, and muttered absentmindedly, kbviously, she was also shocked by this scene. Undoubtedly, this was the first time she had seen a demon endure hunger and give up eating humans. Such a scene had never even appeared in her dreams. Nezuko turned her head, not daring to face Jotaro directly. Just thinking that Jotaro might hate her because of this made her heart ache faintly. "Yare yare..." Jotaro pulled down his hat, drool still flowed from the girl's mouth, already soaking his sleeve. His sleeve had become heavy from being soaked, but his mood was incomparably light. Both Giyu and Shinobu had said that no demon could resist the urge to eat humans. But humans, relying on tenacious spirit, can always create miracles beyond imagination. Nezuko, with such a spirit, even if she had the appearance of a demon, was, in Jotaro's heart, no different from a human. Nezuko let him witness the greatness of humanity. 'Maybe coming to this world wasn't meaningless after all.' Jotaro closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The system had brought him to this world without a word, which had annoyed him greatly. But at this moment, he felt that meeting people like Tanjiro and Nezuko in this strange world was an incredible fortune. [???? Shoutout to Eric for joining patreon. Thank you very much. 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Chapter 30: Jotaro’s Body

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