Daichi was only dimly aware of the fight going on around him. In all honesty, the massive oni couldn’t presently say how he had gotten here if he had to. At the back of his mind, the excited leadership of his girlfriend, Manami, was still present; after all, every few seconds, she would incapacitate another demon with deft application of her miko tools and unceremoniously deposit the limp body at Daichi’s feet.And dutifully, without any hesitation, his soft, fat sausage-fingers would