"This seems like a nice place to have lunch..."

Hōzuki and Y/N sat across each other, nervous as it was one of their rare dates though they were still on their job. They heard a heated argument before the doors of the restaurant opened. He had such a scary aura when they saw who it was—Hakutaku and Momotaro. Enma, who kind of tagged along,  paled at the sight.

"That's uncouth, Hōzuki-kun. A public servant shouldn't glare at people with a masu in one hand."

"Pardon me."

He took a sip of the sake as Y/N stared at the full cup. Her face was slightly pink from alcohol, only having drunk one cup. Enma politely talked with the newcomers,

"Sorry about that. He's in a bad mood because I dragged him along. Have a seat at our table."

More like you tagged along to our date.

Hōzuki just gulped down more alcohol as she sparkled in amazement about how he could handle alcohol so well. Momotaro and Hakutaku joined their table with the woman-loving man next to Y/N. Momotaro had ordered a mala hotpot, Hakutaku being an excited man. 

"Here, Hōzuki-san."

"Oh, I'll pass, thank you."

"I'm sorry... are you mad that we joined you?"

"Not at all. Please, don't mind me."

Hakutaku munched on his food and squinted his eyes as he observed how Hōzuki was rejecting the mala dish.

"Oh...? Could it be... you can't eat spicy food?"

Hōzuki flinched before taking another gulp and looking away. The laughter grew louder as the so-called twin made fun of him.

"Then, Y/N, would you like to take a bowl?"

"H-Huh? Oh... I-I can't take spice that well..."

"We can't waste such a good bowl... One of you must take it to prove to me that you guys actually like each other. Hohoho! I guess you guys aren't really lovers, huh? Say, Y/N, if I drink this and prove to you as a worthy man, will you break up with this demon and date me?"

Y/N shivered because of Hōzuki's troubled face. It seems like he really couldn't take spicy food and Hakutaku's threats. His grip on the wooden box was about to break. She furrowed her eyebrows as the Hakutaku awaited the decision, enjoying the teasing of the couple.

"I'm just jo-AHHH?!"

She took the bowl and drank it in one shot. Everyone that sat at the table was shocked, especially the man that suggested to drink the Mala. Hōzuki's eyes widened, looking at her face turn redder than before. Her eyes started to water and nose to sniffle.

"H-Hot! AHHH!"

Her boyfriend quickly grabbed a large jar of water, shoving it into her hands which she gladly gulped it down. She coughed quite violently but it was just because of the spice. Hōzuki grabbed Hakutaku by the collar,

"Huh. I guess they really do exist. Fans of spicy food that look down on others because they can't handle spice. Such a pitiful man to even suggest this to a lady that can't handle spice... A man being heavy drinkers who can't hold their liquor, go to constant castration hell."

"Hmph. You may have a strong liver, but that's all you got."

Hōzuki's grip on a sake bottle tightened, cracking the glass. Y/N fidgeted, face still sweaty, as she made eye contact with Oko that stood on the stage with a mic.

"Kacchan! Tacchan! Please don't fight!"

The two choked, Hōzuki being extremely furious as to being referred to as Hakutaku's twin. Hakutaku plops his head down onto Oko's lap, liking the feeling of her soft thighs.

"Ahh... I feel like king Zhou."

"King Zhou? You mean that one emperor of China?"

"That's right, the husband of Daji. Daji was a lady with both wits and beauty like you, Oko-chan. Oh, not to forget little Y/N there."

Hōzuki's vein popped. This man loved teasing couples. He held a deadpanned look,

"She now runs a rip-off brothel in crushing hell's red-light district."

"THAT SHOP'S HERS?!"

"I take it you've already been there."

Hakutaku's a sleazy man, huh.

"I went just yesterday. Ugh, I see now. So that was her..."

Momotaro's face paled as Hakutaku enjoyed his Oko cushion. Y/N stared at Hakutaku in amusement.

"So, you basically had an affair with a woman that ruined a country? What's up with you with women?"

He got up from Oko's thighs, fingers caressing her face as he lifts her chin up to face him.

"Women are just such beauties I can't take my eyes off. You're one of them~"

"Hakutaku, you're like a manwhore."

"WHAT?!"

Momotaro laughed hysterically while Hōzuki tried not to make a smile.

"I mean, you're smitten by women and all you want is to be around women... A womanizer, but... Nope, you're definitely a manwhore."

"Y-Y/N!"

"Hakutaku, I wouldn't have imagined you to be the type to sleep around..."

"I-I..."

Hōzuki covered his laughter with his hand, the other going to her shoulder.

"Y/N, don't get involved with this manwhore."

"YOU DEMON!"

Hakutaku trashed about as Hōzuki avoided his advances. However, Hakutaku trips over a little dent on the floor, crashing down onto Y/N.

Soft?

Hōzuki stood behind him, ready to swing his metal club.

"Get you filthy hands off Y/N."

Ah, Hakutaku had his hands on her chest, fondling the soft mounts. Rather than letting go, he wanted to draw out more emotions from the usually stoic Oni. His hands kneaded, digging into her flesh as she flushed. 

"Aw~ The great Hōzuki can't touch his lover's bosom like this?"

Y/N's leg flew upwards, kicking Hakutaku in between, making him curl up into a ball. Hōzuki scoffs and leans down to whisper into Hakutaku's ears.

"I've touched more places of her body than you. She isn't one of those women you can touch so easily. This isn't a brothel, Manwhore."

"I'm not a manwhore!"

The party went on, people getting drunk one by one. Y/N changed her seats, sitting beside Hōzuki and grabbing another bottle of sake.

"Hōzuki, you sure can drink well."

"It's become somewhat like a hobby."

"Don't become a drunkard!"

"I won't. My tolerance is far better than the dead in screaming hell."

"Screaming hell?"

"To put it simply, it's the hell where bad drunks go."

Out of a sudden, a minion smashes the door open,

"Ah! Thre they are! Lord Enma! Hōzuki-sama! The dead in screaming hell stole the choreman, Yamata-no-orochi's liquor!"

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Hōzuki grabs his metal club, rushing out. Y/N and Enma followed,

"We're coming too!"

"No! Please remain here, Lord Enma and Y/N. It's my job to assess the situation. Plus, Y/N, it isn't a place for a female to be."

He rushes out, leaving Y/N dumbfounded.

"Hey, Y/N, are you alright with that? It seems like he never wants you to do heavy work."

"I mean, I do get the feeling he looks down on me but I assume he has reasons. I'm not skilled at fighting nor am I intimidating. I think my role is just to make sure he is able to function properly?"

"Ah yes, that's a tough job. He's a workaholic."

"Do you think he'll ever allow me to learn to fight? I think it'll be pretty useful."

"Good idea! Imagine an innocent lady like you whipping out a weapon! The misbehaving dead would be terrified. I guess, you would need to talk to Hōzuki-kun about it."

"I guess..."

They both sat down back at the table, sighing as they were prohibited from going.

"King Enma, has he ever gotten drunk before?"

"Hōzuki-kun? Now, thinking about it, I haven't actually seen him drunk! He can keep drinking sake without even an ounce of being drunk."

"Hmm..."

"You're not planning something, are you?"