[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

The anger burning in the elder Shuten-douji's heart was no less than that of the one who rushed into the office, even though he was restrained by Ibaraki's legs around his waist, he couldn't roll up his sleeves himself, and taught his young self a lesson. Just like the bonfire after encountering Yu Nu.

Today, however, things are different.

Shuten-douji took it for granted that Ibaraki-douji must have loved him to the point of madness, but the monster didn't know about feelings, and because of the absurd things about his elders, he kept suppressed in his heart, so he transferred this love to the friendship that ordinary monsters can't match. The powerful and handsome monster vowed to follow him. Although there was a quarrel between them, Shuten Doji still felt that everything about the other party was under his control.

The other party's loyalty that cost his life, the other party's gushing emotion, and the golden piece in the other party's eyes will always only reflect his back. Under the armor and inside the kimono, the snow-white flesh is intertwined with the strange lines. From head to toe, this area belongs to his Shuten-douji territory.

However, this piece of territory has now been patrolled triumphantly by him when he was young, and the banner of victory was planted. Ibaraki Doji almost only got a little bit of force on the chair, and his strong long legs were entangled with Shuten. The boy's waist was used to maintain balance, while his left hand and neck were trapped on the chair by the binding spell cast on the belt.

The wine smell of the ghost gourd made the corners of Ibaraki Doji's eyes red, and his long red hair was tied up on the back of the chair, flowing down the narrow muscle lines on his waist and abdomen.

Shuten-douji glanced at his young self who was quite different in height and shape from him now, took a breath calmly, and crushed the wreckage of a wooden door thrown at him into dross.

What words cannot be communicated well to an offended disrespectful young man.

Shuten-doji waved the wand slowly and returned to his palm, and slapped the curses that hit him on the carpet one by one. He repaired the door with his backhand, and then created a transparent wall out of thin air. The wall came and divided the huge office into two halves.

"Next... Ibaraki-douji, what do you think about my uncle's question to you?"

With a contemptuous smile, he glanced coldly at the young Shuten-douji who didn't know what to do, threw away the wand in his hand, and continued to hold Ibaraki-douji's chin, rubbing his rough fingertips Ibaraki Doji's lips.

The young Shuten Doji stood behind the unbreakable transparent wall for a long time. He had never suffered such humiliation before. His posture was distorted and awkward, his palms were hot, his eyes hurt, and he stared at the other side of the wall, crying for mercy and screaming Ibaraki Doji who swallowed alcohol.

This Shuten-douji never yelled at him.

He traced it from his own memory, from Danba to this strange world, from the memory that was told by another Shuten-douji, which was just a fiction.

The real Ibaraki-douji is a few years younger and weaker than Shuten-douji. The memory that Ibaraki-douji defeated him is false, and the memory that Ibaraki-douji taught him is false. Perhaps even for Ibaraki-douji, he The existence itself is false.

The elder was dark and indifferent, with false sympathy and complacency in his eyes, he stayed in his awkward and twisted posture for a few seconds.

The young Shuten-douji couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue and was about to feel the smell of blood. But facing the flushed Ibaraki-douji, he couldn't restrain his reaction. All this made him angry and hated again. To the extreme, hating another Shuten-douji, hating himself.

However, Ibaraki Doji was still outside the wall, sobbing and confiding words.

"... coveting my friend's appearance... coveting my friend's muscles... coveting my friend's body..."

The old man who repeatedly asked for the rope was suddenly overturned, and Ibaraki-douji sat on him, ending the last rest of his body for him.

"Coveting my friend's abs, wanting to cum on it like this."

Ibaraki looked down at Shuten-douji with messy red hair, and slowly licked his fingers that were stained with viscous liquid, "But why is my friend crazy? You are Shuten-douji, and he is also Shuten-douji."

The elder's expression darkened.

Ibaraki had no choice but to miss the appointment at the branch party of Demon Sword Fairy. He was sent back to the dormitory by the gloomy boy Shuten-doji, and collapsed on his own bed wearing a dozen invisibility spells sponsored by the principal.

In the name of visiting the victors, the headmaster, who had pleased himself, hurried to Kanayano's dormitory in the middle of the night, and brought a lot of supper from the cafeteria. After recovering the spell, he struggled to get up, his weak legs were considered by other players to be due to the tension of the game, after all, he fell directly from mid-air.The cheerful and lively atmosphere of celebration continued until the headmaster took out his Death Account, and the swarms reached a climax.

Shantu took her account and sent it to Ibaraki. Ibaraki leaned back on the soft chair and gave her a few SRs. Lift your face away.

Ibaraki didn't have much strength to deal with them anymore, the corner of his mouth hurt, he must have been pulled, the root of his tongue was troubled, with a faint bitter taste, his waist and legs were weak, fortunately today was the last match, if it was tomorrow, he would definitely lose his broom Can't ride it.

With a false smile, the principal came over to comfort the Seeker who had fallen from mid-air, as if he wasn't the one who was still faintly unsatisfied after Ibaraki Doji passed out in the end.

Ibaraki also lay down in the dormitory on Sunday, not wanting to move. He recovered quickly, but he didn't want to leave the dormitory to meet either of the two. The guiding expression floated out with a complicated expression, congratulating him on the completion of this dungeon.

Izuku asked in shock,

"Wait, what is the mission of this dungeon?"

"...win the Quidditch match, and then have a fight with Shuten-douji."

The guiding shikigami said that he didn't want to communicate more about the last half sentence. He took out several fragments from his arms, stuffed them in Ibaraki's hands, and then distributed the reward for completing the dungeon.

Holding Shuten-douji's fragments in his hands, Ibaraki sighed a lot, the fragments he once longed for now want to find a window and throw them out.

Leaning on the pillow, he casually took out the blue talismans presented as rewards, the fireflies, and a bunch of servants. The last few pieces were very soft, so he just spilled them out, leaving a few fragments of R card shikigami, And the word SR finally displayed.

A young man about the same height as he used to come out from the will-o'-the-wisp, and the remaining faint blue will-o'-the-wisp burned off his long red hair, revealing the ghost horns on his head.

The newly summoned SR Shikigami opened his eyes, and his pupils were full of gilt gold. He looked at Ibaraki Doji and suddenly grinned, putting the weapon in his hand on the floor.

"Ibaraki Doji... Father."

Before Ibaraki had time to say anything to his new shikigami, the light spots began to devour from the ceiling, spread from the carpet, and engulfed the entire space.

And when the light came back to his eyes again, he was in a certain familiar palace, under the steps were dark vassal demons, Shuten-douji's four most powerful generals knelt at the front, while he Sitting on the high platform.

On his left, Shuten-douji was sitting in the center of the palace, wearing the dark blue kimono he was most familiar with, showing his large abdominal muscles, half-supporting his face with his right hand, and his eyes happened to be on his face.

Ibaraki remembered this scene in a trance.

After visiting the demon world, Shuten-douji finally returned to Danba. The big tengu has become king in the Onimon Temple, and by the way, he also picked up a demon fox cub. Shuten then took charge of Tamba Castle and the surrounding area. The demon world Tanba Dajiangshan Shuten The boy was famous, and all the monsters within hundreds of thousands of miles surrendered and came to pay tribute.

And Ibaraki-douji, as the deputy leader, sat beside Shuten-douji's hand.

In this memory, it is nothing more than Shuten-douji rejecting his best friend's request. The relationship between the two demons has changed from walking side by side when they traveled the demon world to a formal subordinate. The unspoken promise was stillborn, and even his best friend denied it, but Ibaraki Doji was very happy that Shuten became king, and expressed that he would follow his best friend forever.

The worship of the monsters ended several hours later, Shuten-douji got up and left his seat, and Ibaraki followed him, compared his figure, and suddenly found out that something was wrong.

Shuten-douji who was shorter than him.

Ibaraki frowned and thought about it, and soon found that in his task interface, all the daily or achievement tasks were locked, only the last column remained.

Branch copy two, Dajiangshan Ghost King.

He just hesitated on the spot for a few seconds, Shuten-douji walking in front of him immediately noticed his hesitation and turned around.

Ibaraki quickly exited his task interface, and was about to explain a few words to Shuten-douji when he was suddenly pressed against the wall by the other party, and the new king of ghosts rubbed his lips and kissed him deeply.

--etc? ?

Ibaraki felt that something was wrong with this dungeon. In the previous branch dungeon [-], Shuten-douji was clearly not like this. What kind of memory was skipped in the middle, and it developed into the current situation.

Fortunately, the young Ghost King just kissed him, and then the banquet began as night fell.

The ghost king sat in a bold posture, leaning his body, and seemed to be smiling with interest, watching the banshees dancing with their waists twisting, their voices were soft and clear, and even the brave ones offered wine to the ghost king.Ibaraki was a bit uninterested at the side, he held the ghost gourd of Jiu Tun Douzi, and poured himself a glass of wine, but just as the wine drank, he suddenly heard a little demon rushing in from the gate of the palace.

"Report to... Master Jiuten! There is a monster outside the city, claiming to be the son of Lord Ibaraki, who wants... to come and recognize his relatives."