“Ah..."
Hot breaths came out on their own. I tightly gripped the bedsheet and closed my lips tightly, then exhaled again.
Until then, Belled was looking at me without even blinking.
As if telling me to tell him what I wanted.
As if he could give me anything.
“Do you want me to dig into you?”
A few more direct words came.
“That...!”
My face was flushed, and it felt like my mind was getting used to it. It felt like the words that should have come out of my mouth were scattered.
Keep on.
Belled whispered to me, who was not sure what to do but just held on to the bedsheet tightly.
“Otherwise,”
His heat suddenly swept over the place where the heat had been tingling with anticipation.
He came close to my body, spreading a strange feeling.
The moment I felt it, he stimulated me with subtle movements, drawing circles. It was a movement that clearly showed intention.
“...!”
I flinched. Belled’s laughter grew louder.
“I’m glad you want what I can give you.”
And most of all, you’re not sick.
His face, which had been pale when he first entered the room, had regained its color. I didn’t know why.
Was he flushed like me, or...
Sigh.
While I was thinking, his lips touched my cheek.
“The lovely priest says it’s okay.”
Now I felt like I could breathe properly.
Belled whispered and hugged me tightly.
“...!”
I tried to cover my mouth without realizing it. But Belled shook me even harder the more I tried.
“I told you I wouldn’t teach you patience, Beryl.”
You don’t have to hold back anything.
He whispered and stirred me until my mind went completely blank until he was the only one left.
“...!”
It was no use even if I tried to hold my breath.
The lovely priest.
In my mind, which was dyed pure white, the word suddenly lingered and spread.
Lovely...
He was whispering his love so naturally.
And he was treating me so considerately. Is it really true that he was lovely?
Or, as I said before, am I just being loved as a useful source of energy?
If it is not me who is being loved, but the value of my existence that is being loved.
Then what is this night?
Am I looking forward to this night that shakes me up, or am I looking forward to time with him, his warmth?
It was a night of complete confusion.
However, even those worries were soon erased by pure white pleasure.
I wanted to enjoy this moment more than I thought.
Either way, wouldn’t it be okay to enjoy this moment more? Such absurd thoughts were gradually engulfing me.
And so the night passed, burning hotter and hotter.
The devil never sleeps.
Belled left his marks all over her until she fell asleep.
Then he stroked her head as she slept.
For him, who didn’t need sleep or rest, this time was nothing more than an act of wasting time.
However, Belled thought that this time was valuable just by looking at Beryl, who was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Just like the times when he had been lusting after her.
“Your Highness.”
At that moment, a small voice was heard outside.
Belled frowned. It was a voice that a human might not be able to hear, but it was a voice that his hearing, trained through long battles, could catch without fail.
Ronove.
It was obvious what he was going to say.
“There is urgent business that needs to be attended to.”
Belled let out a short sigh at those words. He didn’t want to leave.
He didn’t want to end this satisfying time. However.
“...It’s daytime business.”
That meant business in the human world. Belled unconsciously sat up at Ronove’s words.
If it was business in the human world, it would be related to Beryl... Belled, who was thinking that, narrowed his eyebrows.
It felt like all his thoughts were centered around her. Was this the carnal desire that the other demons were talking about?
He couldn’t understand.
If this was a carnal desire.
If they were so obsessed with each other because of this lust, this desire, why didn’t he want to take her at this moment when she was asleep?
If he were just lusting after her body, he would lust after her regardless of whether she was asleep or not, so why?
Why did he care so much about other things besides her body?
Was it because he had fulfilled all his other desires that he was interested in her, or...
He closed and opened his eyes. Then he carefully got up so as not to wake her up and left the bedroom.
Of course, he didn’t forget to pull the blanket up to her shoulders.
...He wondered if this was also part of lust.
The next morning.
I opened my eyes. Now I thought I could tell day from night.
There was a lot of light outside the window, so it must be daytime.
And it was midday.
Looking at the clock, it seemed to be approaching 12 o’clock.
“Are you awake?”
Decarabia’s voice was heard from outside.
“I’m awake.”
As I answered in a sleepy voice, Decarabia opened the door and came in.
I was looking at Belled’s seat, which had naturally become empty.
Thinking about it, he was rarely there when I woke up.
What does this mean?
Of course, he was a demon who didn’t need sleep... I couldn’t help but feel heavy for some reason.
Let’s not think too deeply. Deeply... Even if we expect something, it’ll hurt, so let’s not do that.
It was when I was trying to calm my mind.
“Someone saw a ghost in the basement a little while ago.”
Decarabia’s report rang out. I turned around and saw Decarabia frowning.
“When I went back, there was nothing there.”
“But if you keep saying you see it...”
“...!”
It was no use even if I tried to hold my breath.
The lovely priest.
In my mind, which was dyed pure white, the word suddenly lingered and spread.
Lovely...
He was whispering his love so naturally.
And he was treating me so considerately. Is it really true that he was lovely?
Or, as I said before, am I just being loved as a useful source of energy?
If it is not me who is being loved, but the value of my existence that is being loved.
Then what is this night?
Am I looking forward to this night that shakes me up, or am I looking forward to time with him, his warmth?
It was a night of complete confusion.
However, even those worries were soon erased by pure white pleasure.
I wanted to enjoy this moment more than I thought.
Either way, wouldn’t it be okay to enjoy this moment more? Such absurd thoughts were gradually engulfing me.
And so the night passed, burning hotter and hotter.
***
The devil never sleeps.
Belled left his marks all over her until she fell asleep.
Then he stroked her head as she slept.
For him, who didn’t need sleep or rest, this time was nothing more than an act of wasting time.
However, Belled thought that this time was valuable just by looking at Beryl, who was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Just like the times when he had been lusting after her.
“Your Highness.”
At that moment, a small voice was heard outside.
Belled frowned. It was a voice that a human might not be able to hear, but it was a voice that his hearing, trained through long battles, could catch without fail.
Ronove.
It was obvious what he was going to say.
“There is urgent business that needs to be attended to.”
Belled let out a short sigh at those words. He didn’t want to leave.
He didn’t want to end this satisfying time. However.
“...It’s daytime business.”
That meant business in the human world. Belled unconsciously sat up at Ronove’s words.
If it was business in the human world, it would be related to Beryl... Belled, who was thinking that, narrowed his eyebrows.
It felt like all his thoughts were centered around her. Was this the carnal desire that the other demons were talking about?
He couldn’t understand.
If this was a carnal desire.
If they were so obsessed with each other because of this lust, this desire, why didn’t he want to take her at this moment when she was asleep?
If he were just lusting after her body, he would lust after her regardless of whether she was asleep or not, so why?
Why did he care so much about other things besides her body?
Was it because he had fulfilled all his other desires that he was interested in her, or...
He closed and opened his eyes. Then he carefully got up so as not to wake her up and left the bedroom.
Of course, he didn’t forget to pull the blanket up to her shoulders.
...He wondered if this was also part of lust.
***
The next morning.
I opened my eyes. Now I thought I could tell day from night.
There was a lot of light outside the window, so it must be daytime.
And it was midday.
Looking at the clock, it seemed to be approaching 12 o’clock.
“Are you awake?”
Decarabia’s voice was heard from outside.
“I’m awake.”
As I answered in a sleepy voice, Decarabia opened the door and came in.
I was looking at Belled’s seat, which had naturally become empty.
Thinking about it, he was rarely there when I woke up.
What does this mean?
Of course, he was a demon who didn’t need sleep... I couldn’t help but feel heavy for some reason.
Let’s not think too deeply. Deeply... Even if we expect something, it’ll hurt, so let’s not do that.
It was when I was trying to calm my mind.
“Someone saw a ghost in the basement a little while ago.”
Decarabia’s report rang out. I turned around and saw Decarabia frowning.
“When I went back, there was nothing there.”
“But if you keep saying you see it...”
That meant there really was something. I slowly closed my eyes and opened them.
“Let’s just clean up the morning and go.”
***
A little later, we headed to the basement. On the way, I looked around again.
I knew that the remodeling would take a long time.
Even if there had been no hostess for a long time, and even if it had not been touched by humans for hundreds of years, there were too many inhuman decorations to begin with.
The temple would soon be visited, and even if I was lucky enough to avoid the visit, there would be a banquet held here someday since I had a hostess.
If she held a banquet like this...
it would be like advertising myself as a demon.
Fortunately, there was no problem with fixing it.
Vine had an abundance of wealth, and Decarabia could easily take off any decoration and throw it away with one hand.
When she first became a demon, she had been so strong that she had difficulty living, but she seemed happy that she had something to use her power for.
“Then I’ll go in.”
Decarabia said coolly, saying that she would take off anything strange in the basement.
Then she naturally stood in front of me as if she would protect me.
Knowing that she was a strong demon even though she looked young, I trembled a little and stared at the door with a sense of hopelessness.
Kugugung...
And the moment the huge door leading to the basement opened, our eyes turned to it. The gates of hell were still slightly open.
And was it an altar in the past? The platform a couple of steps up was naturally empty.
There was nothing strange except for the huge, sinister wolf decoration piece attached to the wall.
Of course, there were no ghosts.
“...There’s nothing.”
Decarabia sighed at my words.
“I don’t know what you’re looking at.”
I smiled faintly at her words. It was because I felt that the girl in her form was looking at the other demons immaturely.
“Then, should I take off that wolf decoration first?”
I pointed to the decoration on the wall. I shouldn’t let others open this basement door, but even if I did, it shouldn’t look strange.
Wow.
The wolf decoration, which I didn’t know what it was holding in place, was much taller than Decarabia.
However, it was quickly removed from the wall by Decarabia’s hand.
“Please.”
At first, I was surprised when she lifted the sturdy and heavy bookcase, which seemed to be made of some monster's bones, with one hand.
But now, praise came out before admiration.
"Yes."
It was because I could clearly see the corners of Decarabia’s mouth twitching whenever she heard praise.
Tap tap tap.
After Decarabia’s light footsteps as if she was carrying nothing, went out the door.
I looked around the basement again. Something that could be mistaken for a ghost-
“Huh?”
I opened my eyes wide.
In a place filled with black, I saw a woman with pure white hair that was strangely unnoticeable until now.
Fortunately, there was no problem with fixing it.
Vine had an abundance of wealth, and Decarabia could easily take off any decoration and throw it away with one hand.
When she first became a demon, she had been so strong that she had difficulty living, but she seemed happy that she had something to use her power for.
“Then I’ll go in.”
Decarabia said coolly, saying that she would take off anything strange in the basement.
Then she naturally stood in front of me as if she would protect me.
Knowing that she was a strong demon even though she looked young, I trembled a little and stared at the door with a sense of hopelessness.
Kugugung...
And the moment the huge door leading to the basement opened, our eyes turned to it. The gates of hell were still slightly open.
And was it an altar in the past? The platform a couple of steps up was naturally empty.
There was nothing strange except for the huge, sinister wolf decoration piece attached to the wall.
Of course, there were no ghosts.
“...There’s nothing.”
Decarabia sighed at my words.
“I don’t know what you’re looking at.”
I smiled faintly at her words. It was because I felt that the girl in her form was looking at the other demons immaturely.
“Then, should I take off that wolf decoration first?”
I pointed to the decoration on the wall. I shouldn’t let others open this basement door, but even if I did, it shouldn’t look strange.
Wow.
The wolf decoration, which I didn’t know what it was holding in place, was much taller than Decarabia.
However, it was quickly removed from the wall by Decarabia’s hand.
“Please.”
At first, I was surprised when she lifted the sturdy and heavy bookcase, which seemed to be made of some monster's bones, with one hand.
But now, praise came out before admiration.
"Yes."
It was because I could clearly see the corners of Decarabia’s mouth twitching whenever she heard praise.
Tap tap tap.
After Decarabia’s light footsteps as if she was carrying nothing, went out the door.
I looked around the basement again. Something that could be mistaken for a ghost-
“Huh?”
I opened my eyes wide.
In a place filled with black, I saw a woman with pure white hair that was strangely unnoticeable until now.
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