Chapter 242 – Chapter 242 ― Evidence (3)
Chapter 242 ― Evidence (3)
An emperor is, in the first place, always surrounded by someone. At first, everyone treated the demon king like a carnivore released from the sheep farm because of the (former) violence of the demon king, but now that that has disappeared, the reality is that attendants are always on standby outside the bedroom and bathroom.
Besides, Roan knew the future. Even though that future ended in being killed by someone, at least I knew how the world was going to turn.
If you think about it that way, Roan was probably the person who was the farthest away from loneliness or hopelessness about the future on the continent of Moira.
So instead, Roan remembered his life before becoming the Demon King.
“Normally… Drinking or hugging a girl.”
“Ah.”
Urtellia stared blankly at Roan’s answer.
“I don’t know the taste of alcohol… Female…”
Urtellia, who pondered Roan’s words in a small voice, spoke.
“Does it have meaning for women?”
Roan’s wide eyes were instead of an answer.
“Will this frustrating feeling be forgotten if I am hugged by a man?”
It is difficult to give a straightforward answer.
Isn’t there a difference between a man’s body and a woman’s body?
“I can guarantee you that you can forget about it for a while… Still, I think it’s better to do it with someone who has a heart.”
“Mind…”
Urtellia, who muttered once more, looked straight into Roan’s eyes.
“What if my heart is with Your Majesty?”
“…”
Even Roan couldn’t have known.
The likability numbers go back and forth beside his head.
The number is +55.
It is a number that exceeds the thought of wanting to be together.
And as if she had read her thoughts beforehand, the quest appeared.
The order of the quests that have appeared so far follows the order of attack in which the characters appear in the original game. So I thought a time like this could come, but I never thought it would be such a great timing.
While Roan, lost in thought for a moment, was silent, Urtellia continued to speak.
“I have never seen someone like Your Majesty since I was born. I’m not talking about looks or power or strength. Of course, you can’t talk about Your Majesty’s greatness without leaving those things out, but even people who seem to have everything are usually missing something.”
Urtellia looked straight at Roan.
Her light brown eyes glistened like gold in the sunlight. So her eyes shone like those of a girl in love.
The moment was so beautiful,
A small smile tugged at the corners of Roan’s lips.
“Look at Anmut. No matter how strong, cool, or kind he is, he is still a mercenary. I’ve done a lot of background investigations on aristocrats and royal families. Even if he has power and money, there are many people who have no charm in themselves. But His Majesty really had everything. I have never seen such a perfect person.”
“Thank you. Are you attracted to that perfection?”
“Yes. His Majesty is like… I don’t know how to express this admiration. I’m greedy, but on the other hand, I’m also a little scared.”
Yurteria wiggled her fingers against hers.
Roan knew what Urtellia was talking about.
What Roan instinctively felt when he met Fiora. The attraction to the strong that is inherent in demons.
“It is instinct.”
“Instinct?”
Roan nodded her head to Yurtalia, who opened her eyes wide.
“It is a natural emotion that demons feel when meeting a strong person. It is similar to the desire to give in and the desire to serve. From what you say, it must be a feeling similar to affection.”
“It must have been the demon’s instinct…”
Urtellia looked down at her hand.
Until now, she had never been aware of herself as a demon. No ears, no tail, no birth. In Merde, she was always something to hide. Even her lifelong home is the human country, Merde.
It was the first time that Urutellia became aware of the ‘sense of belonging’ to the demons.
“Is it because of my instincts that I have such a strong affinity for you, Your Majesty?”
“It might not be the only one, though.”
Roan smiled with a strange expression.
Of course, the level of liking is never made only by instinct.
Even around Roan, there are demon officials or servants whom he has never talked to before, and who occasionally show favorable feelings. If you are in the game, you can seduce them on the way, people who correspond to NPCs.
However, their likability is basically surprisingly between 0 and +30. In other words, they are just other people who just want to ask, ‘Is that person okay?’
If the instinct for the power of the demons affects the affinity, the demon women who correspond to the NPCs would all have a affinity for Roan between +40 and 50.
However, this is not really the world ‘inside’ Yagem. Roan realized during her time here that likability ultimately represents her trust and affection.
“There must be beautiful and great women around Your Majesty, but I am nothing compared to them. That’s why I don’t even think that His Majesty has me in mind or that he keeps me by his side. However, if His Majesty embraces it, something… I think it will be a great memory for me. It will mean a lot to me.”
“Your words are misleading.”
“Yes?”
At Roan’s words, Yurteria lifted her head, which she had been hiding.
“Like Jim doesn’t like you, doesn’t keep you by his side… Don’t you ask how I feel about this side?”
She stared blankly at Roan.
“It is true that Jim has several wives and lovers, and that they are all beautiful and brilliant people. But that doesn’t tarnish your charm. You have your own strength and beauty, and I’m sure I’m attracted to that.”
Roan watched Yurteria’s reaction while holding her chin. Yurtalia still fixed her gaze on Roan, but as if she belatedly understood what he was saying, she slowly parted her lips.
Urutellia’s eyes wavered.
The emperor’s unexpected words first brought confusion, and then joy.
“Uh, Your Majesty, I… Her words…”
“You have goals, and you understand how important they are. So I will not ask you to stay with me, like my women. Still, if you want a summer night’s dream, it means that I intend to give you more pleasure than that.”
The wizard’s cheeks slowly grew hot.
The moment she thought the likability value above her head rose a little more, Yurteria’s body jumped up.
“Your majesty!”
Suddenly, her tiny body came into her arms.
Her arms wrapped around Roan’s neck as he reflexively grabbed the small body.
“I like you!”
Surprised purple eyes fixed on the face that came closer. Urtellia’s face kept getting closer. Before Roan could say anything to her, she pressed her lips against Roan’s.
“… !”
Roan was in a fresh shock.
Grünent, Helen, Eleanor, and Diobe, who were still in love. All of them were nobles or people who grew up learning manners in an environment comparable to them. Aina is also a bit different from humans and demons, but she knows manners.
No one expresses their feelings like a child. Even Elenir, who had taken a favorable rating of 100 early, did not come face to face like this, even though he might use a radical expression.
And the second shock.
Urtellia can’t kiss.
“Now, wait a minute.”
Her bewilderment and her pursed lips stuttered her words. Roan, who held her head in her hands while holding her Yurteria’s cheeks, stared at her.
“… Who did you learn this from?”
“…”
Yurtellia, who had been sticking out her lips as her cheeks were compressed, muttered after a moment of silence.
“… Sisters.”
“Sisters?”
Roan’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
“The prisoner sisters of the brothel… I did, but if I push on, the man has no choice but to collapse…”
At her reluctant words, Roan, who was staring at her as if she was dumbfounded, burst into laughter at her.
“The girls probably didn’t mean to push with such force.”
“That, then?”
“Perhaps what they meant was that you were cute.”
“Ah…”
Urutellia put on a look of bewilderment once again. And Roan smiled at that expression.
The woman she was as a wizard and the woman she is now are so different. She’s probably something no one has ever seen. She has a small body, a round and white face, and the cat ears on her head add to her cute appearance.
There is no man who would refuse to ‘push’ her like this, but she is still very bad at it.
Roan decided to teach him a lesson.
“For now, close your eyes.”
“Yes? Why?”
There is a long way to go.
“It’s hard to concentrate when you’re kissing and your eyes are wide open.”
“What should I focus on?”
Question that follows. His studious attitude was so wizardly that, once again, Roan burst out laughing.
Urtellia raises a question mark while watching him smile. Roan covered her eyelids with one hand and lowered them slightly. The other hand supports the nape of her neck and the junction of her head.
“Now, moment.”
And once again, their lips met.
Lips that are not pressed are very soft and are a part of the body where the body temperature is felt intact. On top of Urtellia’s lips, which were tightly closed, Roan’s lips rested lightly, then fell, then landed again gently.
The breaths they exhaled from each other were transmitted, and Yurteria’s heart jumped and jumped. She wanted to open her eyes, but she did not intend to open them, which the Emperor had closed with her own hands. Anyway, isn’t this the advice of an experienced person?
Around the time the blush on her cheeks deepened due to the maximized tactile sensation, a new sensation surprised Yurteria.
Roan’s lips and tongue parted Urtellia’s lips little by little. Before she could say anything about her impression of her soft, moist texture, it fell again and slowly began to entangle her tongue.
As if her movement was being allowed, Yurteria’s lips gradually opened as the tongue moved slowly into her.
‘This… Going to be?’
Urtellia’s closed eyelids trembled.
The kiss she had seen of hers was not like this.
Kisses mixed with the smell of alcohol from drunken people, people who kiss their lips in an urgent sexual desire. Her older sisters, whom Yurtellia saw, tolerated her displeasure and brushed off such behavior.
I had never heard that kissing was cool. I’ve heard that what comes after that is important.
However, the kiss that the demon emperor gives is like his voice.
It was gentle and careful. Movement that changes according to Yurtellia’s reaction. Every time his lips drop and touch mine again, it’s like a tingle of electricity goes up his spine.
So Urtellia couldn’t get her timing to catch her breath.
Roan, who noticed it belatedly, parted his lips. Then, Urtellia caught her breath, which she hadn’t been able to breathe.
“Ha… Ha…”
“You should rest through her hidden nose.”
When Roan grinned, Yurteria puffed out her cheeks.
“… I was too focused.”
A character that does not like to lose.
Even if I die, I won’t say that I didn’t know well or that it was because it was my first time. However, such an attitude is a character when combined with a cute appearance.
Yurtellia in the game was definitely different from other attack characters, so she had a lot of fixed fans.
“But I learned a lot from this next one. It will be fine.”
Then, with a sudden grunt, Urutellia began to untie the straps that fastened the front of her robe.
Roan began to look at the scene in a cute way, but her expression turned to bewilderment as Yurtellia threw off the sack-like robe and she even began to unbutton the thin shirt she was wearing underneath.
“Lea, wait. For a moment.”
“Yes?”
Urtellia, with her flushed face intent on her buttons, raised her head.
“Are you taking it off here?”
“Uh…”
A mischievous smile spread across Yurteria’s face after her momentary hesitation.
“Why? Can’t you do it in the office?”
Roan’s eyes widened as if he was embarrassed, and a smile soon caught on.
