How NOT to Summon a Demon Lord: Volume 8 Page 3
But not only was he taken by surprise, Rafflesia’s tonguework was wicked, leaving Diablo frozen in place.
“Nnn... Mwa... Mmm... It’s been so long since I’ve done this with a man...”
“Huh? A man...?”
“Nnn muha! Heheh... Do you find it odd? Blackwood only has dark elven women.”
He really never did see male dark elves there, now that she mentioned it. They lived in a forest covered with poisonous plants, so the men all had to work away from their homes.
“Do you prefer women?”
“I like men too. I had a fiancé once after all.”
“Right...”
Diablo recalled her telling how he was killed when the king of Lyferia from three generations ago sent out a crusade against the dark elves.
So, they were in this sort of relationship... This meant Rafflesia was much older than Diablo.
“I have female lovers in the village... But right now, I yearn for you, Your Majesty.”
The movements of her hands turned rapid, the stimulation becoming stronger.
“Kuh...” A moan escaped Diablo’s lips.
“Heheh... You like this, no?” Rafflesia smiled happily.
“N-No, this is...”
“It is fine, Your Majesty. For just this little while...forget about everythin’, and enjoy yourself.”
Would it really be all right to forget everything? He had so much to think about, but each time she stimulated his lower half, his thoughts ground to a halt.
Crap, I feel like this is turning me into a moron...
Rafflesia used her fingers deftly, and even though she only touched a single part, it felt as if his entire body was being caressed.
The human body has a tendency to limit a sensation if it’s aware stimulation is coming. Heat and pain can diminish if you know it’s going to happen. Maybe that was why his lower half was so much more sensitive to the touch of someone else than when Diablo was the one touching it.
Rafflesia’s lips left Diablo’s, traveling down to the nape of his neck, then further down to his nipples.
A shiver ran through his back. Her tongue flicked against them, teasing them.
“Heheheh... You’re sensitive here too.”
“Ah...”
It was the first time he realized men were sensitive there as well. Diablo lost the ability to form words, with only broken “ooh”s and “aah”s escaping his lips.
He then realized Rafflesia had removed his clothes at some point. The deftness of her skill was astounding. Rafflesia took off her own clothes as well, with only a bit of light illuminating the outline of her naked body in the darkness.
A narrow waist with two large swellings floating above it, jiggling at having been freed from the confines of her clothes.
“Stay still, Your Majesty... I’ll make you feel good all over...”
“Uh...?”
Diablo was initially rather flaccid, but thanks to her prolonged teasing, he was about eighty percent up.
Rafflesia sandwiched him between her enormous breasts. The pressure was unbelievable, making him feel as if his entire body was placed within her cleavage.
“Aaah...” Rafflesia sighed heavily. “This hardness... This heat... Men truly are wonderful... I’ve never seen one as splendid as you, Your Majesty.”
I’m gonna melt here...
Both his mind and body felt like they were on the verge of turning into mush. It was like slipping into a warm bath during a cold, freezing day...
“Aaaah...” Diablo sighed heavily, releasing all the air in his lungs.
Rafflesia’s body bobbed up and down, forming a pleasant sensation throughout his body, as if he were being massaged while in that bath. He felt like gravity no longer constrained his body, and he’d lost all sensation in his body, save for a single spot.
Beads of sweat began forming on Rafflesia’s skin.
“Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... Nnn... How is it, Your Majesty?”
“Uuu...”
“Heheh... Judging by your expression, it seems you’re enjoyin’ yourself. I’ll make you feel even better.”
Rather than just bobbing her body up and down, Rafflesia used her hands to lift and lower her breasts. Those fairly weighty bosoms crashed against Diablo’s body, emitting the distinctive sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She rubbed against him more vigorously, making the sensation more acute; the sort of powerful stimulation only this type of humungous boobs could create.
The sensation felt like bathing in a hot spring at first, but was gradually becoming more and more suffocating. Diablo was gasping for air, as if he had just run a marathon.
“Uuu, guh!”
“Haa! Ah! Ah! Ah! The tips are...grinding against... Aaah! Ah! Nn! Haaa!”
“R-Rafflesia...”
“Nnn... You’re gettin’ even, harder...Your Majesty... Nn! An’ hotter too.. Aaah! It’s amazin’... You’re gettin’ more excited... Ah! Aaah! It’s like a rod of hot steel... Ah, nnn, aaaaaah!”
“Uuu... I can’t last much longer...”
“Aaah, please, do it! Give me, give me your... Your Majesty, please, on my body! Ah! Ah! You’re so, so hot, Your Majesty... Aaah! Nnn... Incredible... This is, the first time... The first, I’ve seen something like this! Aaah! Aaaaaah! I-I’m, I’m burniiing!”
They could hear the sound of footsteps outside the room, when suddenly...
Thud! A loud sound shook the guest house.
The door to the room was...kicked open?!
Rafflesia ceased her movements, twitching nervously. Pulled out of his reverie, Diablo felt like he’d just been splashed with cold water. Snapping to full attention, he turned his gaze to the entrance, only to be met with a carnivorous, murderous glare of the intruder who was growling at them.
“...I am trying to sleep here.”
It was Rem, her eyes glistening with gold, an aura of anger emanating from her body. It was like she herself was channeling a Demon Lord.
Rafflesia shook in fear, but Diablo maintained his Demon Lord-ly confidence even in these times!
“...Sorry about that.”
Chapter 2: Charging into a Mansion
Two weeks later—
It was the beginning of the eleventh month. The wind had become stronger and more chilling, even in the warm regions.
“It’s Faltra!” Shera leaned her body out of the carriage.
“...Don’t fall,” Rem said from the driver’s seat, a wry smile on her lips.
Diablo nodded calmly. “We’re finally back.”
“...It’s a good thing we had enough rations. I was worried when that thunderstorm grounded us for three days.”
“Hmm, it did take a while.”
Diablo’s words had two meanings: After they left the Kingdom of Greenwood, they stopped by Blackwood to drop off Rafflesia. Only then did they begin their fourteen-day long trip back to Faltra. And now they were finally there. It was a long journey indeed.
However, Diablo didn’t mean just that. He also meant that Rem finally went back to speaking to him normally. She was always the type to silently seethe in her anger, but apparently Diablo giving into Rafflesia’s temptations left her more annoyed than he’d ever seen her. She gave him the cold shoulder for quite a long time.
But now, the prickly, stabbing glares she directed at him finally gave way to the friendly, intimate gazes she had before this debacle. Diablo sighed in relief internally.
I can’t let myself get carried away again...
So he swore solemnly to himself...
Their carriage arrived at Faltra’s eastern gate at noon. Rem pulled the reins, slowing the horses down to a walk, so as to not run into anyone in the crowd of people walking through the street. Stalls and peddlers filled the sides of the road, turning it into a small marketplace which in turn spurred the people forward.
“...This town never changes. Though it’s not quite on par with the capital.”
“Hmm.” Diablo hated crowds, so he stayed in the carriage’s compartment. It wasn’t as bad when riding a carriage, but just looking at all these people made him feel queasy.
“There were even more people in the royal capital, right?” Shera spread out her arms to demonstrate.
“...And the roads were wider, so there were more carriages running there as well.”
“But aren’t there more people than the last time we were here?”
“...That may be true.”
“Is there some kinda festival?”
“...I don’t think there would be anything this time of year, but maybe something special has happened regardless.”
“My tummy is rumbling...” Shera changed the topic. “Is it lunchtime yet?”
“...With all this traffic, it will probably take us a few hours to reach the inn. Stopping to eat may be a good idea in the meantime.”
“I wanna see Klem as soon as possible, but she’s probably out now, right?”
“It seems she’s taken to touring the city’s restaurants lately.”
Klem had grown quite fond of the races’ cuisine, and always ate out for lunch and dinner. She’d go to different restaurants every day. She held food in such high regard that she once said, “Biscuits are tasty so I won’t destroy the races!”
Cross Reverie gave the different Demon Lords all sorts of ominous titles, like “The Mind” and “The Madness.” Klem would probably be the “Demon Lord of Appetite.” Klem’s Fallen underling, Edelgard, earned the funds needed to finance her restaurant-fairing lifestyle by working at Petre’s bakery.
“I just hope she doesn’t cause any trouble...”
Catching Diablo’s whisper, Shera turned around to face him.
“What do you mean?”
“Edelgard’s working at a bakery, is she not?”
“Yep, it’s the place that sells Klem’s favorite biscuits.”
“And she’s disguised, right?”
“Little Mei’s makeup is incredible, so I’m sure it’s fine.”
Klem had horns and a tail, while Edelgard had scales and reptilian eyes, characteristics that made it clear they were aligned with the Fallen. If anyone were to find out about them, it would be more than just a fuss. Diablo only had horns, and that alone landed him in trouble often...
“...Should we go check?” Rem asked him, still holding the reins.
“Let’s go!” Shera raised a hand up high.
They were currently in the eastern district, and Petre’s was in the southern district. The Peace of Mind Inn was in the western district. It would be a small detour, but with the main road being a bustling marketplace, the side roads might be emptier.
“I do not mind.”
And so it was decided.
†
They entrusted their carriage to a coach house. The southern district was the merchant’s town, so there were several coach houses about. They didn’t only offer safekeeping; they provided water and fodder to the horses and performed maintenance on the frame, which Diablo decided to pay, given how long their journey took.
The three of them then made their way to Petre’s, only to find a crowd of people around the entrance.
“...It looks quite packed.” Rem tilted her head quizzically.
“It’s a super good bakery during the lunch rush after all!”
While there was truth to Shera’s words, something still felt off. As Diablo gazed at the clients, he realized what was making him feel so anxious.
“Almost all the customers are men...”
“...That is odd, now that you mention it. I’d expect to see more women out shopping for bread.”
“It sure smells nice!”
The fragrance of freshly baked bread was irresistible no matter what world you were in. Add on to the fact that this world didn’t give many chances to eat in luxury, so the scent’s charm was twice as strong. Diablo never was all that occupied when it came to food, but even he didn’t feel inclined to leave when faced with this large queue.
“...Let’s go in then,” Rem said with the tone of one resolved to go into vicious battle. Shera followed after her.
Diablo had never seen anyone standing in a line in this town. If you simply stood politely and waited, people who came after you would definitely butt in and cut ahead of you. The inhabitants here didn’t seem to even be aware of the idea of “lining up in an orderly fashion,” and no one argued against the lack of manners either. Another world meant different customs. But even if they didn’t line up, the townspeople weren’t bandits or hoodlums. No one in sight employed violence to get their way. An amiable boy would make his way through the crowd, tapping on people’s shoulders and apologizing as he went ahead to buy bread... That was the sort of culture here.
I guess a Demon Lord lining up for a store is kind of an odd sight, too, so this works for me.
Diablo and his group entered the store. There was a counter set up at the front, enabling customers to buy bread and leave straight away if they didn’t wish to take a seat. Since glass was a rare, expensive material in this world, there was no display window. The products were set up behind the counter, and customers could pick by pointing at what they wanted or saying its name.
“Welcome to Petre’s,” a worker greeted them, a pantherian girl in a maid outfit.
Separately from the counter, there was an eat-in area customers could sit in. It had twenty-four seats, which was quite many given the corner’s size. They may have added more due to how much traffic the store had been getting recently. They served freshly baked bread and coffee it seemed.
“...Diablo!” Rem pointed somewhere. “What’s that?”
“O-Oh...”
“Whoa?!” Shera squealed with her eyes wide.
Edelgard stood where Rem had pointed, clad in combat attire. She didn’t have any makeup on to hide her scales, and she did nothing to hide her reptilian eyes either. She was the very image of a Fallen...but with an apron.
Did they catch on to her?!
Her hand, which usually gripped a spear, was currently holding a tray packed with utensils, and she spoke to the men seated in the chairs.
“Welcome...home? My...Demon Lord? Demon Lord!”
The customers replied with, “We’re home, Edel!” with sloven expressions covering their faces.
Rem and Shera were clearly disturbed by seeing Edelgard in Fallen attire in broad daylight, but Diablo caught on to what was going on.
“So this is a...yeah, that...”
Isn’t this just like a maid café?
“...D-Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Is this really okay?!”
Diablo lowered his voice, whispering to them. “Observe them carefully. They don’t actually believe Edelgard is a Fallen.”
“...Now that you mention it...”
“They’re not scared of her at all.”
To begin with, the Fallen hunt the races down. If one were waiting on them in a café, it’d only be natural to think it was someone simply dressed up as a Fallen.
“Heheh... When word came out Edel put on makeup that made her look like a Fallen, the other waitresses started copying her,” a dwarf standing nearby began explaining, despite no one asking him to. “The regulars started calling it a ‘Fallen Café.’”
“Is she calling the customers ‘Demon Lord’?”
“Ain’t it just lovely? The Petres sure are clever, heh.”
The shop was run by three grasswalker brothers, each of them called Petre. Apparently, they’d heard the customers talk about how Edelgard looked like a Fallen and decided to bank on it.
After a short while, the three of them were taken to a seat, and Edelgard walked up to them.
“Ah...”
“I see you’re working hard.”
“Master Diablo... Welcome...home? Home!”
“Mmm.”
Edelgard was currently serving the Demon Lord Krebskulm—Klem. And since Klem was enslaved to Diablo, Edelgard recognized him as her superior.
Diablo didn’t know how much effect the Enslavement Collar would have on a true Demon Lord. Boss level monsters were immune to effects like instant death, paralysis, and petrification after all.
Rem looked Edelgard up and down curiously.
“...Didn’t Mei from the inn put makeup on you?”
“Rain, washed it off~”
Apparently Edelgard had been doused by the rain, and her makeup ended up getting washed off. After traveling for a while, Diablo came to realize that Faltra, among other places, didn’t have that much rainfall. It was more rainy in the mountains, while the plains were mostly sunny. As such, raingear was very uncommon. The nobles had hats and coats, but the commoners didn’t wear anything to cover them up from the rain. Umbrellas didn’t even exist here, and since waterproof fabrics hadn’t been invented, they couldn’t be made either.
“...You could have taken the day off if it was raining,” Rem said with an exasperated expression.
“Suddenly, taking day off, bothers the store?”
“Ugh... You’re right, but...”
Rem probably didn’t imagine a Fallen would ever lecture her about work ethics and responsibility.
“Demon Lord Roll!” Shera suddenly called out.
Diablo felt his heart skip a beat. He was secretly acting as a Demon Lord in role play... In short, he was taking on a “Demon Lord role.” He’d tried to keep it a secret, but was he finally exposed for who he was?!
“One Demon Lord Roll, one.” Edelgard nodded at Shera’s words.
“Mmm?” Diablo’s eyes fell to the menu...
Hidden between such items as the Demon Lord Gelato, Demon Lord Pancake, and Demon Lord Pie was the Demon Lord Bread Roll. Diablo sighed in relief, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. It seemed like no one had figured him out after all...
“...Is everything all right? You’re very pale,” Rem asked.
“Ah, no... Forget it.”
“...I think I’ll have the Demon Lord Pie. How about you, Diablo?”