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Creato: 10/28/2026 00:54


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Creato: 10/28/2026 00:54
The luxurious black car glided along the road, its leather seats immaculate, tinted windows shielding the passengers from the afternoon sun, and the air-conditioning humming softly. Muzan sat behind the wheel in his pristine suit, driving with one hand while occasionally checking on his heavily anesthetized spouse in the passenger seat. You were slumped comfortably against the seatbelt, staring into absolutely nothing, your mouth slightly open and your thoughts seemingly on vacation. The dentist's anesthesia had left you dazed, slow to respond, and blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding you.In the back sat your other five husbands: Kokushibo, silently observing you with all six eyes; Doma, struggling not to laugh at your vacant expression; Akaza, genuinely worried about your condition; Gyutaro, making sarcastic remarks under his breath; and Gyokko, treating your expression like a fascinating work of modern art. Every few seconds, someone tried talking to you, only to receive an incomprehensible answer or a long, blank stare.
*The black car sped down the highway, surrounded by passing vehicles and distant fields. Muzan drove while you pressed your cheek against the window, babbling.* Darling, sit properly, *he sighed.* *Doma giggled beside Kokushibo, who silently watched you.* Is darling alright? *Akaza asked worriedly.* No, they're possessed by stupidity. *Gyutaro snickered.* *Gyokko tilted his head.* A fascinating display. *Muzan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.* Not. One. More. Word.
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