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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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“You little punk! You think you’re tired after just that?!”
“Shut up, you’re too loud!”
I was sparring with Dorothea.
While it was technically a training session, we were using magic without holding back, making it feel like a real battle.
While she was a seductress at night, Dorothea was a pain in the ass during the day.
She had a knack for getting under my skin with her taunts.
Even when I tried to ignore her, her vulgar insults were hard to dismiss.
She was serious during a real fight, but not right now.
Her flame-wreathed legs clashed with my wind-clad arms.
BANG!!
Dorothea’s ruby shoes, despite colliding with my orichalcum alloy knuckles, were unscratched.
“Ha!”
I ducked and lunged forward, throwing a straight punch.
In a fight, size mattered.
Even with Spellweave Armament, I couldn’t overcome the difference in reach and height.
Dorothea, like a cat, dodged my punch and performed a backflip.
“Salamander Klauen.”
Flame claws tore through the space where I had been standing.
I dodged the surprise attack with a blast of wind and then, twisting my body, I brought my leg down.
“Sudden Gust.”
Dorothea met the wind blade head-on.
I didn’t miss the opening. I created a sphere of wind in my hand.
The Wind Pill, a spell I had recently developed.
I threw it with a slight delay, and Dorothea, having just dealt with the wind blade, gasped in surprise.
But it was too late.
BOOM!
The wind, trapped within the sphere, exploded, causing widespread damage.
“Ugh! That’s cheating!”
Dorothea emerged from the dust cloud, her clothes tattered and revealing.
While her Spellweave Armament had protected her from serious injury, her clothes had been torn to shreds by the blast.
I looked down at her and cleaned my ears.
“If you don’t like it, learn to fly.”
“Don’t be a smartass! Get down here!”
Dorothea shouted, shaking her fist at me.
I shrugged and looked at the setting sun.
It’s getting late.
I had been lazing around all morning, but the afternoon had been busy.
After Ozma’s magic lesson, Dorothea had dragged me here for a spar.
Well, we needed to practice working together, even if it was like this.
I descended before Dorothea could start yelling again.
“Let’s go eat. It’s getting late.”
I patted her head, and she, while complaining about being treated like a pet, didn’t pull away.
A classic example of someone saying one thing but wanting another.
I went to the dining hall with the surprisingly easy-to-please Dorothea, and a lavish meal, prepared by Camilla, awaited us.
Ozma, who had started joining us for meals, was already seated at the head of the table, a napkin tucked into her collar.
“Is your training finished?”
“Yes. She’s not satisfied until I’m completely exhausted.”
Ozma’s hair was still damp, suggesting she had been enjoying her free time.
Dorothea, on the other hand, was covered in dust from our spar.
I looked back and forth between the two, and Dorothea, as if sensing my thoughts, kicked me in the shin.
“Ouch! I didn’t even say anything!”
“Your thoughts are written all over your face.”
Ignoring my yelps of pain, Dorothea sat down at her designated seat and wiped her face and hands with a wet towel.
Like her, I had come straight from the training grounds. As I wiped my hands, the water turned murky.
Camilla, standing quietly in the corner of the dining hall, began to serve our food.
Demons ate buffet-style, with a large spread of food laid out, from which they took as much as they wanted.
I preferred this to the stuffy, time-consuming meals of the kingdom’s nobility.
Dorothea, cutting into a large piece of roast beef with balsamic sauce, asked,
“So, are you free tonight, Kaldrash?”
Ozma, who had been eating her salad, interjected,
“Wait, wasn’t it your turn yesterday? Why are you asking him again?”
Dorothea smiled shamelessly and swirled the wine in her glass.
“Well, I was waiting for him in bed, but I fell asleep. So, if you wouldn’t mind, Princess Ozma.”
“…Are you looking for a fight?”
“Not at all. If you took it that way, I apologize.”
Since my return to the Demon Lord’s castle, Ozma and Dorothea had realized they were rivals and had reached a peace agreement.
But it was a fragile peace, and their bickering at the dinner table was a common occurrence.
While it would have been nice if they could get along, Ozma, with her strict, class-president-like personality, and Dorothea, the rebellious type, were like oil and water.
Well, they were equals in bed.
I took a bite of roasted duck and said,
“Sorry, I have plans tonight.”
The two, who had been pinching each other’s cheeks, turned to me in unison.
“What? What plans?”
“What are you talking about?”
I shrugged and pulled Camilla, who was serving our food, into my lap.
Camilla gasped, surprised.
I then announced to the two,
“I’m sleeping with Camilla tonight.”
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After dinner, Dorothea and Ozma returned to their rooms, grumbling.
Dorothea had tried to suggest a threesome, but I had refused, saying it was Camilla’s first time. She had reluctantly agreed, saying, “Well, that’s a good reason.”
“Come to my room when you’re ready.”
“Yes.”
While she normally would have attended to her duties late into the night, women needed time to prepare, so I sent Camilla to her room a little earlier than usual.
While she was getting ready, I prepared my own room.
First, the candles.
Men were stimulated by sight, and women by atmosphere.
Preparing the room like this would help create a romantic mood.
I placed candles on the windowsill, the floor, and the table and lit them.
The warm, gentle light, flickering in the darkness, could rekindle even the most jaded of modern sensibilities.
I then scattered the rose petals I had gathered from the Hanging Gardens on the floor and bed.
The blue roses of the Demon Lord’s castle were perfect for creating a mystical atmosphere.
Next, I set out the wine and glasses I had brought from the dining hall.
The preparations were complete.
I nervously waited for Camilla, rinsing my mouth with a potion.
Potions were usually mint-flavored to prevent children from mistaking them for drinks, which also made them effective as a mouthwash.
Spit!
I spat the potion out the window and checked my appearance in the mirror one last time.
Same hair, same clothes, but the lighting seemed to make me look more handsome.
I wanted to take a calming pill to ease my nerves, but unfortunately, they didn’t exist in this world.
It wasn’t my first time with a woman, but I felt like a virgin again.
When was the last time I had been this nervous?
As I was anxiously waiting for Camilla,
Knock, knock!
Someone finally knocked on the door.
She’s here!
I tried to sound calm and called out,
“Come in.”
Creak
The door opened, and Camilla, clad in a thin nightgown, entered.
The sheer, silky fabric of her nightgown, a stark contrast to her usual maid uniform, was incredibly seductive.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Camilla, blushing slightly, touched her cheek and asked,
“…Do I look strange?”
I quickly shook my head.
Camilla, relieved, let out a soft sigh and looked at me, her blue eyes shining in the darkness. She smiled faintly and said,
“Shall we begin our night for two?”
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