“Take these flowers! They’re free flowers given out by the Demon King’s Castle to celebrate Alyssa’s anniversary! Thank you!”
Sylvia's knees buckled for a moment, and she stumbled. A goosebump appeared on the back of her neck. What, what anniversary?
“Sylvia, it’s okay... Uh.”
Randel instinctively tried to grab Sylvia but ended up laughing. Sylvia was held by his hand and stared blankly at the demon child. Regardless, the child waved the flower with a bored expression and urged her on.
“You’re not going to accept it? I have to empty this basket today!”
“Uh, uh. Yes...”
“Take flowers! Flowers! Anyone need commemorative flowers for Alyssa’s anniversary!”
As soon as Sylvia received the flower in a half-sane state, the boy turned around without a second thought and disappeared across the street. It seemed that the Demon King's Castle had paid a certain amount of money and given him the role of distributing commemorative flowers.
Thud-
Sylvia's knees buckled for a moment, and she stumbled. A goosebump appeared on the back of her neck. What, what anniversary?
“Sylvia, it’s okay... Uh.”
Randel instinctively tried to grab Sylvia but ended up laughing. Sylvia was held by his hand and stared blankly at the demon child. Regardless, the child waved the flower with a bored expression and urged her on.
“You’re not going to accept it? I have to empty this basket today!”
“Uh, uh. Yes...”
“Take flowers! Flowers! Anyone need commemorative flowers for Alyssa’s anniversary!”
As soon as Sylvia received the flower in a half-sane state, the boy turned around without a second thought and disappeared across the street. It seemed that the Demon King's Castle had paid a certain amount of money and given him the role of distributing commemorative flowers.
Sylvia blankly looked down at the reddish flower in her hand. It gave her goosebumps to see that the flower was exactly the color of her eyes when she was Alyssa. Sylvia, who had belatedly regained some sense, looked back at Randall. Randall had his head tilted to the side and his shoulders were trembling. Anyone who saw it could tell that he was barely holding back laughter. Sylvia glared at Randall with her eyes narrowed.
“Are you laughing?”
“Ah, no. That can’t be, can’t be. Ahem.”
“Your voice is shaking right now.”
“I’m like that because I’m nervous.”
Randall barely managed to straighten his face and raise his head. However, the corners of his mouth twitched again as soon as he noticed the flower in Sylvia’s hand.
“Are you laughing?”
“Ah, no. That can’t be, can’t be. Ahem.”
“Your voice is shaking right now.”
“I’m like that because I’m nervous.”
Randall barely managed to straighten his face and raise his head. However, the corners of his mouth twitched again as soon as he noticed the flower in Sylvia’s hand.
Sylvia sighed deeply in resignation and looked around. Upon closer inspection, she saw that this flower was decorated everywhere.
“I didn’t know before, but there was something like this.”
Sylvia, who had been looking around, soon picked up a piece of paper carelessly scattered on the ground. On the crumpled paper, which had been stepped on, was written a large phrase in red letters.
“I didn’t know before, but there was something like this.”
Sylvia, who had been looking around, soon picked up a piece of paper carelessly scattered on the ground. On the crumpled paper, which had been stepped on, was written a large phrase in red letters.
"- Celebrating Alisa's Anniversary - October 6th, 966 of the Demon Calendar! Commemorative speech to be held in the central square in front of the Demon King's Castle! Attendees: Her Majesty Evelyn Hayden, Duke Muller-Schert, and 10th in line."
Sylvia felt something was off and quietly looked down at the paper. Then, she remembered something and opened her eyes wide saying, "Ah."
'If it's Muller Shert....'
"If you say so, the leader of the pacifist faction is the Duke of Shert? He is said to be the second most powerful person after Her Majesty Evelyn. If you are so dissatisfied, why don't you get rid of the Duke first?"
It was clearly the leader of the pacifist faction that she had heard about at the Kelvetia tavern. Sylvia's face brightened a little. She was already at a loss as to what to do with Muller Schert's whereabouts, so if he showed up at the square on his own, it would be a perfect opportunity.
“Today is... October 3rd, year 966 of the Demon Calendar.”
Randall, who had been reading the paper with Sylvia, quickly checked the calendar of a nearby street vendor and told them the date.
“Three days... That’s just the right amount of time. It’s enough to gather information needed for negotiations with the Duke of Shert and to gauge the mood.”
"You're right."
A glimmer of hope appeared on Sylvia and Randall's faces. They entered the inn with expressions that were much lighter than before.
“Oh my, come in!”
The first floor of the inn was a bar and restaurant, so there was no room to set foot on the floor. Amidst the commotion, a middle-aged woman from the tribe heard the bell and ran towards the entrance. She glanced at Sylvia and Randall, who were completely covered in hoods, gloves, and boots, and asked casually.
“Are you a couple?”
"Yes."
Since it was more efficient to share a room with them to hide their human scent anyway, Sylvia nodded without hesitation. She didn’t know if it was because it was a festival or because many demons were walking around dressed like this even regularly. Fortunately, the hostess nodded without much thought, took the gold, and guided them to the second floor.
“How many days do you plan to stay?”
“Three days.”
“I see you two are here for Alyssa’s anniversary. You’ll be sharing a room, right? There’s a room for couples that’s empty, so you can use that.”
"...Yes."
Sylvia rubbed her arm, which gave her goosebumps, at the mention of 'Alyssa's anniversary' again. Randall held his breath to keep himself from bursting out laughing behind him. The landlady didn't say anything else, but walked the two to the door, handed them the key, and disappeared.
'If it's Muller Shert....'
"If you say so, the leader of the pacifist faction is the Duke of Shert? He is said to be the second most powerful person after Her Majesty Evelyn. If you are so dissatisfied, why don't you get rid of the Duke first?"
It was clearly the leader of the pacifist faction that she had heard about at the Kelvetia tavern. Sylvia's face brightened a little. She was already at a loss as to what to do with Muller Schert's whereabouts, so if he showed up at the square on his own, it would be a perfect opportunity.
“Today is... October 3rd, year 966 of the Demon Calendar.”
Randall, who had been reading the paper with Sylvia, quickly checked the calendar of a nearby street vendor and told them the date.
“Three days... That’s just the right amount of time. It’s enough to gather information needed for negotiations with the Duke of Shert and to gauge the mood.”
"You're right."
A glimmer of hope appeared on Sylvia and Randall's faces. They entered the inn with expressions that were much lighter than before.
“Oh my, come in!”
The first floor of the inn was a bar and restaurant, so there was no room to set foot on the floor. Amidst the commotion, a middle-aged woman from the tribe heard the bell and ran towards the entrance. She glanced at Sylvia and Randall, who were completely covered in hoods, gloves, and boots, and asked casually.
“Are you a couple?”
"Yes."
Since it was more efficient to share a room with them to hide their human scent anyway, Sylvia nodded without hesitation. She didn’t know if it was because it was a festival or because many demons were walking around dressed like this even regularly. Fortunately, the hostess nodded without much thought, took the gold, and guided them to the second floor.
“How many days do you plan to stay?”
“Three days.”
“I see you two are here for Alyssa’s anniversary. You’ll be sharing a room, right? There’s a room for couples that’s empty, so you can use that.”
"...Yes."
Sylvia rubbed her arm, which gave her goosebumps, at the mention of 'Alyssa's anniversary' again. Randall held his breath to keep himself from bursting out laughing behind him. The landlady didn't say anything else, but walked the two to the door, handed them the key, and disappeared.
Sylvia and Randall unlocked the door with the key she had given them, and as soon as they entered the room, they stood side by side and stopped moving.
“...What the heck is this.”
A bewildered murmur escaped Sylvia's lips. She had tried to show some kind of reaction, but Randall was frozen in place, unable to even breathe, as if he had fainted. That was understandable, as the 'couple-only' room the landlady had shown him was too... overtly blatant in its purpose.
'They say that no matter how many times you sleep with two demons, you won't have a baby, but this is a bit...'
All demons and monsters are born from 'darkness', and because they are naturally hedonistic, they are generally deprived. Even in the pacifist faction, many were depraved when it came to sexual pleasure. Maybe that's why. This kind of... 'couples-only' room is being operated so blatantly...
“...What the heck is this.”
A bewildered murmur escaped Sylvia's lips. She had tried to show some kind of reaction, but Randall was frozen in place, unable to even breathe, as if he had fainted. That was understandable, as the 'couple-only' room the landlady had shown him was too... overtly blatant in its purpose.
'They say that no matter how many times you sleep with two demons, you won't have a baby, but this is a bit...'
All demons and monsters are born from 'darkness', and because they are naturally hedonistic, they are generally deprived. Even in the pacifist faction, many were depraved when it came to sexual pleasure. Maybe that's why. This kind of... 'couples-only' room is being operated so blatantly...
Sylvia closed the door first and slowly looked around the room with a tired face. The fact that everything from the wallpaper to the floor and the bed was bright red was just a hint. The display case inside the room was filled with various items that seemed to be for couples. Sylvia looked around them with a bewildered look and then reached out and picked one up. What she picked up was a long white lace band that she couldn't tell if it was for tying or covering. Sylvia looked around the room with an indescribable expression and then looked back at Randall.
“Wouldn’t it be better to just ask them to clean it up?”
A jolt. But the reaction she got was unexpected. As soon as Randall met Sylvia’s eyes, he looked away as if he had done something wrong, startling her. Sylvia’s eyes narrowed at that.
“Wouldn’t it be better to just ask them to clean it up?”
A jolt. But the reaction she got was unexpected. As soon as Randall met Sylvia’s eyes, he looked away as if he had done something wrong, startling her. Sylvia’s eyes narrowed at that.
After staring at Randall for a while without saying a word, the corners of her mouth gradually rose crookedly.
"...Hmm."
Sylvia, who smiled slightly, waved her hand once, drawing up the darkness. Then, darkness enveloped the entire room in the shape of a rectangular solid, blocking out any human scent. Sylvia, with red eyes, approached Randall and tilted her head mischievously.
“Why aren’t you answering? Did you really want to do something like this with me?”
“...Oh, no.”
“You’re late in replying. You even stutter. Are you sure it’s true?”
“Not really. I was so flustered at the moment that I couldn’t answer... I just missed that.”
Randall backed away as Sylvia approached, making excuses that sounded lame even to him. Then something caught his knee and he stumbled backwards.
“Ugh...!”
"...Hmm."
Sylvia, who smiled slightly, waved her hand once, drawing up the darkness. Then, darkness enveloped the entire room in the shape of a rectangular solid, blocking out any human scent. Sylvia, with red eyes, approached Randall and tilted her head mischievously.
“Why aren’t you answering? Did you really want to do something like this with me?”
“...Oh, no.”
“You’re late in replying. You even stutter. Are you sure it’s true?”
“Not really. I was so flustered at the moment that I couldn’t answer... I just missed that.”
Randall backed away as Sylvia approached, making excuses that sounded lame even to him. Then something caught his knee and he stumbled backwards.
“Ugh...!”
Thud-
Randell, with his knees caught on the edge of the bed, fell backward and collapsed on the bed. His body bounced up slightly in reaction and was buried in the red blanket. Sylvia calmly climbed on top of him.
“It kind of reminds me of a wilderness. Doesn’t it?”
“Sylvia, come down.”
"Why?"
“Why? Right now, your posture is a bit...”
Randall frowned and looked away. Sylvia felt his muscles tense up, closed her eyes, and smiled. He looked just like a succubus.
“What should I do...”
Sylvia, who had been thinking for a moment, reached out and grabbed Randall's wrist. Randall unconsciously swallowed his breath and flinched at the warmth touching his bare skin. He wanted to shake it off, but his body wouldn't listen.
“It kind of reminds me of a wilderness. Doesn’t it?”
“Sylvia, come down.”
"Why?"
“Why? Right now, your posture is a bit...”
Randall frowned and looked away. Sylvia felt his muscles tense up, closed her eyes, and smiled. He looked just like a succubus.
“What should I do...”
Sylvia, who had been thinking for a moment, reached out and grabbed Randall's wrist. Randall unconsciously swallowed his breath and flinched at the warmth touching his bare skin. He wanted to shake it off, but his body wouldn't listen.
In the meantime, Sylvia, after thinking for a moment, grabbed Randall's wrist and lifted it above his head. Randall instinctively twitched, but he couldn't shake it off properly for fear of getting hurt and fidgeted. Sylvia bent down, looked Randall in the eye, and smiled slowly.
“Why? You said you wanted to try something like this.”
“I...was wrong.”
“Really? So you’re saying that you really wanted to do something like this with me?”
"...Yes."
In the end, Randall closed his eyes tightly and acknowledged Sylvia's words. Of course, the situation he had hoped for was exactly the opposite of the current situation...
“Why? You said you wanted to try something like this.”
“I...was wrong.”
“Really? So you’re saying that you really wanted to do something like this with me?”
"...Yes."
In the end, Randall closed his eyes tightly and acknowledged Sylvia's words. Of course, the situation he had hoped for was exactly the opposite of the current situation...
It was something like that, but what was imagined was what was imagined. Sylvia laughed out loud at those words and took off his cloak with her fingertips. She unbuttoned his shirt and became lost in thought.
“If you did something wrong, you should be punished. What would be good... Oh, right.”
After a while, she remembered something, closed her half-red eyes, and moved her fingertips. Her white fingertips lightly ran down Randall’s chest bone, almost brushing against it. A suppressed moan leaked out through his teeth.
“Ugh...”
“Until I say it’s time, just stay still and don’t touch me. Then I’ll give you a reward.”
"What..."
“Well, how about I do whatever you want for as long as you want for a day?”
As Sylvia spoke and laughed, he felt a fire burning inside him. Sylvia lowered her head as if pouring oil on the fire inside Randall. She giggled while locking lips with him.
“So, just be patient, honey.”
Randall shut his eyes tightly as he watched Sylvia kiss him and reach for the buttons on her dress.
'Oh my god.'
Of course, after a few hours, they were more difficult and arduous than any in Randall's entire life.
“If you did something wrong, you should be punished. What would be good... Oh, right.”
After a while, she remembered something, closed her half-red eyes, and moved her fingertips. Her white fingertips lightly ran down Randall’s chest bone, almost brushing against it. A suppressed moan leaked out through his teeth.
“Ugh...”
“Until I say it’s time, just stay still and don’t touch me. Then I’ll give you a reward.”
"What..."
“Well, how about I do whatever you want for as long as you want for a day?”
As Sylvia spoke and laughed, he felt a fire burning inside him. Sylvia lowered her head as if pouring oil on the fire inside Randall. She giggled while locking lips with him.
“So, just be patient, honey.”
Randall shut his eyes tightly as he watched Sylvia kiss him and reach for the buttons on her dress.
'Oh my god.'
Of course, after a few hours, they were more difficult and arduous than any in Randall's entire life.
"Randall, calm down for a moment...”
Their positions were exactly the opposite.
Their positions were exactly the opposite.
***
Three days had passed since then, and the morning of 'Alyssa's Day' had dawned.
"Ugh..."
Sylvia let out a groan of pain and lifted her eyelids slightly. As soon as she did, the sunlight streaming through the window pierced her eyes. Sylvia frowned, closed her eyes, and burrowed back into the blanket.
'It hurts...'
Her whole body screamed with muscle pain. Her waist and legs in particular were in excruciating pain. She had clearly planned to gather information, relieve fatigue, and prepare thoroughly while waiting for the anniversary speech.
"Ugh..."
Sylvia let out a groan of pain and lifted her eyelids slightly. As soon as she did, the sunlight streaming through the window pierced her eyes. Sylvia frowned, closed her eyes, and burrowed back into the blanket.
'It hurts...'
Her whole body screamed with muscle pain. Her waist and legs in particular were in excruciating pain. She had clearly planned to gather information, relieve fatigue, and prepare thoroughly while waiting for the anniversary speech.
However, thanks to the unexpected service of the inn, she ended up spending three whole days in the bedroom. Sylvia, who had been groaning while holding her waist, gradually became more even. Just as she was about to fall asleep again, a large hand moved slowly under the blanket and gently wrapped around her waist. Sylvia reflexively let out a sigh as if she was groaning at the warm heat touching her waist. The heat that felt hot at first glance was touching the sore spot on her waist, and the pain was greatly reduced. Sylvia turned over in satisfaction and dug into the warm embrace.
However, the other hand, not the one wrapping around her waist, soon gently ran down her spine. Sylvia opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps rise on the back of her neck, and glared at Randall.
“It’s the third day today. I promised for one day...”
“I won the bet after that too, but I guess you don’t remember. I clearly remember you telling me that if I won the bet, I could do whatever I wanted until I left here.”
“Did something like that happen? I only remember waking up from sleep exhausted and passing out because of so-and-so.”
As Sylvia said that, she slapped Randall’s arm, which was caressing her waist. It didn’t hurt at all, so it only made Randall laugh. Randall pulled back the blanket and kissed Sylvia’s forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, making a soft voice.
“If you are tired, I will wash you, Ma’am.”
“It’s the third day today. I promised for one day...”
“I won the bet after that too, but I guess you don’t remember. I clearly remember you telling me that if I won the bet, I could do whatever I wanted until I left here.”
“Did something like that happen? I only remember waking up from sleep exhausted and passing out because of so-and-so.”
As Sylvia said that, she slapped Randall’s arm, which was caressing her waist. It didn’t hurt at all, so it only made Randall laugh. Randall pulled back the blanket and kissed Sylvia’s forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, making a soft voice.
“If you are tired, I will wash you, Ma’am.”
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