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I died.
    No epic last stand, no blaze of glory. I just died.
    And I woke up in the world of Demon Slayer with the worst fate imaginable: my blood is basically cocaine for demons. Every demon that catches my scent loses its mind trying to devour me.
    My combat skills? Zero. My system? Locked. My master? He's been trying to abandon me for months.
    I was screwed… COMPLETELY SCREWED!
    Until one night, the cutest demon girl I've ever seen across two lifetimes tackled me to the ground, straddled me, and buried her face in my neck.
    And instead of shitting myself in fear… my heart started racing, and something inside me finally awakened.
    Turns out my power activates through female contact. The closer she is, the stronger I become… Yeah, I know how that sounds.
    My master calls me a degenerate. Her brother wants to rip my head off. And there I am, clinging to her like my life depends on it.
    Because it literally does.
    Welcome to a story where every breath smells like flowers, every battle starts with an embrace…
    …and my dignity was the first thing I sacrificed to survive.