Isekai Maou to Shoukan Shoujo Dorei Majutsu

Lifelia Calendar, Year 164, December 28──

That day, as if a blessing was given for the Races’ victory, it was a good feeling sunny day.

In the clear, bright blue sky that didn’t have a single cloud, the sun shined. Despite being the winter season, it was warm to the point that one could be sweaty in it.

In the Fortress City Faltra, stall holders were lined up on both the main streets and the plazas, and with the end of the year market overlapping, a prosperity unlike any year before was shown.

The merchants that were unable to take a spot started selling outside of the city gates, and it was to the point where customers lined up even there. Every day was like a festival.

Everything, was due to a single hero having defeated the Great Demon King Modinalaam.

That hero that the masses praised──

He was flustered on top of his bed.

「It, it is......because I was busy!」

Diablo made a poor excuse, but both Rem and Shera ignored him as if that were the natural thing to do.

Since he was idling about in his room for the whole time these past three days, even if he said that he was busy, there was no persuasiveness in his words.

The two of them drew closer to him.

When he turned his gaze to the right, he met eyes with Rem.

How her cheeks were dyed red gave her an atmosphere of a bashful maiden, but her eyes were that of a carnivore that had its prey right before it. She stared at Diablo and didn’t even blink.

Her panther ears went *pipipi* as they moved. Her long, black tail was hitting his leg.

「......Diablo, you’re the one in the wrong.」

「That’s right. It’s Diablo’s fault after all.」

When he turned his gaze to the left, Shera’s boobs filled up his view. Everytime she made the slightest movement, they would sway.

Those perfectly round, large, and soft-looking bulges were in a place within his reach──that fact made a direct hit on Diablo’s brain, and plundered his sense of reasoning and thoughts.

Shera was also blushing, but she was smiling and looked like she was having fun. Actually, couldn’t it be that she didn’t understand just what was going to happen from here on out?

An animal smell and a grassy smell mixed together, and a very sweet aroma wafted about.

*Zowa zowa* The muscles along Diablo’s spine quivered.

「Ah......uh......」

He was poor at talking with people.

Whenever he thought about how the other party would think of him, his body would freeze up. Wouldn’t he make a mistake? Wouldn’t he be made fun of? Wouldn’t he become hated? When he would think those things, his words would become unable to come out.

That is why he acted out a character.

Right now, he was a Demon King.

Since he was a Demon King, he would behave arrogantly, and since he was arrogant, it was only natural for him to be hated. Even how he was feared, and how others kept away from him, since he was a Demon King, it couldn’t be helped. This wasn’t his true self──by thinking that way, he would finally become able to send out his words.

However, right now, he didn’t have the composure to simply do his role play.

Panther ears, lips, boobs, Elf ears......!!

If he were to lose focus, he would end up displaying a pathetic, dere dere expression. As if there was such an uncool Demon King! is the kind of feeling that he had.

At the same time, since he was being sought for by the two of them, he should respond to them──is what he thought.

──What does it mean to respond to them?

Let alone a lover, he hasn’t even had a female friend that he would hang out together with on a holiday......No, it’s not like he had a male friend either.

While sprawled out on the bed, he moved his left middle finger.

Click!

However, as the click of the mouse he held in his left hand was a mental image, nothing happened.

He was unable to demonstrate the art of conversation and technique to be able to skillfully lead women like the protagonists of bishoujo games.

「Guh.」

──Even though I can use magic if I imagine the game!

In this other world, if he imagined the actions of when he used magic in the MMORPG Cross Reverie, the activation of the magic would happen just like that.

It was mysterious, but there was that sort of connection.

However, since the MMORPG Cross Reverie was unfortunately not a bishoujo game, bed scenes did not exist, and there was no assistance to the actions that happened on top of the bed.

As a result, he was petrified.

As if had turned to stone, Diablo didn’t move.

Would inaction be considered as acceptance? Or could it be that the man who gave the two of them the 《Marriage Rings》 had no right to speak? Rem and Shera slowly brought their lips closer to him.

The two of them, their breathing had become rougher than usual.

However, at the same time as that rise in tension, Diablo had a certain premonition welling up. When things like this were happening, there would always be......

*Daーn!* (Bang!) The door was opened.

──So it’s here.

The one that vigorously opened the inn’s door, was Sylvie. She was a red-haired Grasswalker, and the Guildmaster that managed Faltra City’s Adventurers.

「It’s terrible, Diablo-san!」

Hmph......For you to disturb my sleep, it is surely something important, isn’t it, Sylvie? If it is something trivial, then you will not be not be let off safely. Speak with caution.──while saying something like that, he intended on making the situation where he was being approached by the two become unsettled but......

*Kiron*, Rem glared at her.

「......We are in the middle of something, Sylvie.」

「That’s right! We’re at an important part!」

Even Shera raised her voice loudly.

Sylvie flinched.

「Eh? No, but......」

「Please leave it for later.」

「Please wait a bit, Sylvie-san.」

Rem refused her with a firm tone, while Shera said it sounding as if she were making a plea.

「Uーn......Really? Well, if you guys are going to say that much then......」

Surprisingly, Sylvie withdrew.

Is that really alright, Adventurer Guildmaster?

The door closed.

It ended up being just the three of them once again.

──To think that they would really send her away.

Just when he thought that the mood had completely gone down, both Rem and Shera made urgent expressions for some reason.

「......If we miss this chance now, then I feel like there won’t be another chance.」

「I know right!」

「R, really? Even if you think about things, a bit slower then......」

「Diablo, please stay still.」

「Don’t move!」

──Yes.

The two of them had already brought their bodies close to him, and it was no good since it seemed like he would end up touching various places if he were to move in even the slightest. He was unable to move about.

Rem and Shera brought their lips close to him once again.

He felt their long breaths.

The girls that filled his gaze......

Diablo closed his eyes.

Soft sensations, touched his lips.

Shera made a kiss where she only touched. Rem did a kiss that was like a peck, and when she separated, a *chupa* sound was made.

The two of them, their faces were even redder than before.

Diablo also had his cheeks get hotter.

「......ッ」

They kissed.

The sense of intoxication that felt like it stuck inside his head was even deeper than it ever was before. Diablo’s discomposure speed up.

Shera asked a question to Rem.

「Is it fine with this? Are we done?」

「......No, this is the start of the start, something like the entrance. To begin with, if it’s just a kiss, we did it when we summoned Diablo.」

「Ahー, the slavery ceremony. We did it then, didn’t we.」

「Yes.」

「We didn’t think that we would be the ones being enslaved thoughー.」

「......To think we would end up like this, with the one that we summoned......that is even more unbelievable.」

When Rem started to move towards the next action, she extended her hand towards him.

Learning by imitating, Shera also did the same.

The girls’ fingers went to touch Diablo’s hard protuberance.

*Biku* The two of them winced.

「......It, it’s hard.」

「Waa, so it can be this hard.」

As for the one being touched, he could no longer let out a voice, and could do nothing but stop even his breath as if he were petrified.

Rem muttered as if she were deeply moved.

「......This is, Diablo’s.」

「It sure is smooth.」

While caressing it, Shera expressed her impressions.

「......It sure is.」

Rem caressed the tip of the hard protuberance, while Shera crawled her fingers down to the base. It felt a bit ticklish, and a bit good......

After a while of caressing, Rem spoke as if she had made up her mind.

「......It seems that we......have to lick this.」

「Ehー, is doing something like that alright!?」

「......Since I’ve never done it before, I don’t know but......according to books, it seems that it is.」

「Diablo’s......」

「Yes.」

「Horns!」

What the two of them were touching, were the horns on his head.

He was a bit worried that his headpiece, the 《Distorted Crown》, would inadvertently be taken off, but since it wouldn’t come off even in the middle of battle, it would surely be fine.

This 《Distorted Crown》 had an effect of Auto HP Recovery and was extraordinarily excellent, but it had a second effect of "it will visually seem as if you are growing real horns".

Aren’t they misunderstanding something......?

Rem and Shera extended their tongues to his horn.

There was a strange air of tension.

He wasn’t sure if the tips of their tongues were touching it or not, maybe they touched a bit, but at that moment──

The door to the room, this time, was fiercely knocked upon.

It wasn’t Sylvie.

『Diablo-san, are you in! It is urgent, so please come right away!』

What came from the other side of the door, was a man’s voice.

He searched out his memories.

Remembering settings from the game were a strong point of his, but he was poor at remembering people’s faces and names.

Rem replied before him.

「......Is that Boris? Right now, we are in the middle of something.」

That’s right, the man that raised a loud voice on the other side of the door was Boris. He was a soldier of Faltra’s stationed troops, so in other words, he was a subordinate of the Feudal Lord.

『The lieutenant general has come to this inn!』

「What did you say!?」

Diablo reflexively raised his voice.

As expected, this was no longer a situation where they could exchange whispered intimacies.

The lieutenant general that Boris mentioned was this Faltra City’s Feudal Lord──Chester Ray Galford.

He was a stern military man, and a party that they could not let down their guard around. It seemed that the time where he could carefreely laze about in bed had come to an end.