Chapter 33 – Traffic Lights Trio

“H-hey, that guy’s attacking Commander Gard…!”

“Is that a human? Heroes are dangerous, and you’re supposed to make path for them through the throne when they come marching in, right?”

“I heard that the benevolent Demon Lord had already defeated him about two months ago and is keeping him as food.”

“Why’s the Demon Lord’s livestock fighting Commander Gard?”

“Dunno, but for the time being, let’s back him up!”


I had been trying to resist Gard for a while, who hurriedly began to avoid my series of punches while I was saying “What are you going to do if I get groggy again?!”

Then suddenly, shadows appeared around me.

As I reflexively avoided it in surprise, three large claw marks had formed at the place where I was.



“Oh, you dodged it. Not bad, Hero.”

“However! Attacking our leader, Commander Gard, deserves death!”

“Hence the execution, UGUAH——!”

The ones who clawed cracks in the ground were three of the human dragons who had been watching the training with Gard earlier.

Similar to Gard when he was dismantling the buffadon, they only had one of their arms turned like a dragon’s, but they reverted it back again.

By the time I managed to figure out the situation, one of them rapidly got blown off to the side and plunged into the trunk of a large tree nearby.




“Ario got caved in—!”

The remaining two ran in a hurry to retrieve the dragon with a crimson-colored tail and stretched out horns that were smaller and thinner than Gard’s whom they called Ario.

…What is this? I have no idea what’s happening.

At any rate, I somehow figured it out from what they were saying that they had come to stop me from attacking Gard.

But why was the one attacking got blown away?

“Who said you could attack Shal, huh?!”

The one who blew off Ario, laughing scornfully and shouting, ‘Hah?!’ and stomped his long leg down, patting off dust and adjusting his military uniform, was Gard.

The culprit was their boss. Why did that happen?

Then, Gard stood right in front of me at once and started touching my whole body to check if I had any injury.

I wasn’t particularly uncomfortable with it, so I just let him do what he wanted, but he almost placed his hands inside my clothes, so I stopped him in a hurry.

“Aah~! Ario! Live! Don’t diee!”

“Gard, Gard. Rather than me, your men are all crowded in the tree, swooning around, so let’s go help them.”

“Hm? It’s fine. Even if we’re turned into a human dragon, we still have defense power close to our scales, so he should still be intact. And there aren’t any poisonous mists on the surface.”

“Uwaah, commander’s kick is out of the ordinary, you know…! Hey, Olga! Heal him up!”

“Geez, I’m already doing it, Kireau! Ario! Hey, get up! You still haven’t drunk the special honey berry tea you’ve been saving for afternoon teatime!”

It didn’t look fine at all.

I looked at the three noisy military demons, and worried about the well-being of the one who got blown away.

The military demon who called out to the fainted Ario and whined about Gard’s remarks.

The somewhat panicky human dragon with an amber-colored tail and rolled up horns like a sheep’s was—Kireau.

The military demon who was trying to call him back with a delicious cup of tea while wrapping a floating lump of water around Ario’s wounds.

The dragon with jade-colored1Jade-colored – in Japan, they call the green lights as “ao” which could mean either blue or green. However, I think Olga is leaning more towards blue, but to avoid confusion I’ll just stick with the green color. tail and horns like a stag’s was—Olga.

They were both wearing grey military uniforms, so it seemed to be the normal attire of the Demon Lord’s army. Gard’s black military uniform probably belonged to commanders.

“Uuu~nnh… Hah! I suddenly found myself passionately hugging the trunk of a tree, just what in hell happened to me?!”

““Ah, Ario~~~!””

“See, he’s still intact, right?”

“I’ve seen some terrible arguments.”

After receiving treatment for a while, it seemed that Ario had returned safely from the banks of the Sanzu River2Sanzu River – similar to River Styx; where souls cross after they die to go to the other world..

His two colleagues hugged each other with tears in their eyes, saying, ‘We did it! We did it!’ and were delighted to see Ario back alive.

“He’s intact, so I’m not guilty. I’m a wonderful Air Force Commander, aren’t I? Shaal?”

And he had a thumbs up with it. I was greatly perplexed deep inside and thought that I had to do something quickly about the smug look on Gard’s face.

Meanwhile, the victim, Ario, had made a complete recovery.

He came trotting over here with his two rather delightful friends.

By the looks of it, his wounds had completely healed, but I wonder if they will complain?

And the silver dragon next to me. Stop with that smug look.

“Commander Gard! Weren’t you being attacked by the Hero?”

“We were trying to help you…!”

“Nah? I was just enjoying the centrifugal force of joy and Shal’s resistance, y’know. It’s our usual play.”

“Mm. It won’t be a laughing matter if I was spun around more than that, but that’s how it is. I wasn’t trying to hurt Gard, so you can rest assured.”

“I-I see…! So, the Hero was Commander Gard’s playmate, huh.”

“We have been so careless.”

“Yeah, we almost ripped him to pieces by accident.”

That’s why demons are so extreme…!

The three dragons, who carelessly sentenced me to be ripped into pieces, just stuck their tongue out while scratching their heads3へぺろ (hepero) – sticking out tongue, scratching heads literally like this image., while Gard just cackled.

I lost my chance for trying to do something about it quickly, so I changed my mind and stared quietly into the distance.

Character notes and illustration for the trio and Maruo can be found here.

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Chapter 32 – Various Reservations

“Maruo, how’s work?”

“Ah. Shal! Shal! I waited! Maruo, finished work. Then waited for you!”

The natural caves around the Demon Lord’s castle were home to the cupbats.

I headed there first, knocking on the door that was built to block the entrance and peeked inside.

Only by that, my well-accustomed and adorable cupbat caretaker—Maruo, fluttered in from one of the private rooms.

When I hugged and petted him, Maruo looked extremely cute as he snuggled against my chest.

I liked animals and reptiles, but Maruo was different. Thanks to him, I felt like my level of affinity with Azel had somehow increased. Maruo was a good boy.

“Shaal? Shal’s sweets!”

“Time for Shal’s delivery!”

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Time for sweets!”

While I was petting Maruo, cupbats suddenly followed suit and emerged from the other doors.

And just like Maruo, they popped out while cheerfully fluttering around. The cuteness had increased.

There were a lot of cupbats, but the only ones here were Maruo’s group who mainly took care of Azel’s personal needs.

They were divided into several groups and lived together in the caves scattered throughout the castle.

When I started the confectionery shop, I gave Maruo a muffin, and some of his friends in this cave who were watching had shown interest.

Now, just like Maruo, the group were all customers who had prior engagements.

“Today, Maruo and others, gathered bellflowers!”

“This, make it to tea, and able to sleep well!”

“That’s nice. Alright, in exchange for that, I’ll give each one of you a bag of cookies. Today, it’s the walnut cookies you received the other day.”

“Walnuut! Walnut!”

“Yay! Maruo, happy! Shal, thank you!”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

I was given a bouquet of light yellow, wind-chime-like flowers brought by Maruo’s friends, and gave them a bag of cookies in return.

One for Maruo whom I was still holding, and then, one by one, to his friends who were behaving well while waiting in line.

The materials and cookies that Maruo and the rest had collected instead of money were bartered.

As lesser intelligent demons, cupbats didn’t exchange with money, so the price was tailored to the customer.

Besides, I wanted to work not because of money, but to be useful, so that was fine.

By the time I was able give it all to the cupbats, I had about half of the paper bag of cookies left.

The Hero Confectionery Shop.

My regulars were the Demon Lord’s caretakers.

I waved goodbye while expressing my gratitude, and placed my hand on the door of the cave where I came in.

“Oh, right. I’m baking a pound cake tomorrow. Do you want to order in advance?”


They replied back, stuffing their mouths with the cookie they had just bought, and I took reservations for all the cupbats.

Yup, the power of unusual snacks was amazing as expected.

I walked away, happy to see that I had a good eye for it, after all.

The next stop was the Air Force Base.

The castle itself was huge, and the grounds of the Demon Lord’s castle was vast, so there were a variety of facilities on the premises.

In order to protect it, a large circular area of land was enclosed with a dome-shaped, special wall of rocks like a shell, with its top removed.

Since this shape had no starting point, it would be fairly difficult to penetrate.

The facilities that were protected also naturally included the military bases.

The number of military demons were not as much as those of the humans, but their armies were of a reasonable size and each maintained its own quarters and training grounds.

Somehow, I didn’t notice it, but I was getting more and more familiar with the Demon Lord’s castle, and I wondered if this was also the reason why the demons who hated humans were ridiculing me for being a spy or something.

Hmm. While thinking anxiously, I arrived at my destination, the Air Force Base.

More than a dozen dragons of all shapes and sizes were neatly arranged in formation, circling around in the sky above the base. Apparently, they seemed to be training.

As I tried to approach them smoothly, watching the sky training from the ground with the other human dragons, I found a familiar silver dragon.

“Heey, Gard, it’s me. Shal. Sorry to interrupt your training.”

I apologized to him for interrupting their conversation with a leisurely voice and walked towards him cheerfully.

To be honest, Gard always came to visit me during his spare time and yesterday, he showed an interest in sweets. When I told him that I’d be baking cookies tomorrow, he happily made a reservation.

Gard only snacked on sky tunas, a chocolate-flavored tuna; he seemed to have a sweet tooth. I felt glad.

“Good work today. It’s time for my delivery.”

“Hm? Oh!”

Gard turned around immediately when he heard me calling him out happily and raised his voice.

As soon as he did, I thought that he had a smile on his face as if flowers were about to fly.

“Shaallll~ Finally, aah, I’ve been waiting for you. Where are the cookies?”

“Urgh, gueh, ugough!”

He approached me as fast as the wind, placing his hands at my sides and lifted me up abruptly—just like the other time, he started to swing me around in circles.

Uwaaah, for someone like me, I’m quite tall enough. I should have a fair amount of muscles and I’m supposed to be heavy. And yet, he does it so easily!

I didn’t see that coming at all…!

Damn it, does Gard have a habit of turning around in circles when he’s happy…?!

“Ku ku ku, Shaalll~”

“Uuu… uu…”

He put me down sooner than before, but I felt a bit dizzy. The ground was shaking.

I weakly hit Gard in his sturdy abs, at least putting up a form of resistance.

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Chapter 31 – How I Became the Confectioner: Part 2

Fortunately, the demons seemed to like drinking tea, and even the servants in the castle enjoyed teatime in the afternoon.

So, I’ll divide the snacks for teatime into small portions and sell them for a smaller price, I guess?

I thought, wouldn’t that be a way to get rid of the image of being a self-indulgent hero who is kept by the Demon Lord, and at the same time, establish myself in the demon realm?

The reason for lowering the price was to make it easier for others to get familiar with it through affordability and avoid any suspicions that I might be raising funds for wicked schemes.

I was already very excited on the day I thought about it.

I was so excited that I immediately left my room in high spirits to get permission to use the kitchen.

However, my capability of understanding the map was weak, so I got a bit lost. I somehow managed to arrive at the kitchen… but I had the door slammed in my face.

The top chef of the kitchen who was in charge of all the meals in the demon lord’s castle, Mr. Raglan the lizardman, hated humans.

“Don’t get close to me, you filthy, defeated hero…! Even if you’re the Demon Lord’s livestock, I really hate the idea of feeding humans! Lowly humans with no scales are prohibited from entering the kitchen!”

Mr. Raglan was a blue-scaled bipedal lizard who yelled angrily with a sullen old man’s voice.

Following his words, the other lizardmen chefs also hissed and threatened, saying ‘That’s right! That’s right!’ in unison with a rich vocabulary of cussing.

When I looked closely, there were also some chefs beating their ladles on frying pans. Are you a mother?

“Well, I like reptiles, so they were cute.”

When I thought of the scene from the previous days, for some reason, my mouth had slightly loosened into a smile.

But while cooling the baked cookies, I made a sullen expression at the thought of what followed.

Rejection of the lizardmen.

I was used to being slandered and ridiculed from afar in the castles of the human realm, so I decided to back off, quickly bowing my head as I apologized and left the kitchen obediently.

I wasn’t hurt, by the way. It’s not that I wasn’t shaken, but I didn’t mind it at all.

I’m a hero with high mental strength.

But I was at a loss. I was so stumped that I got a bit lost on my way back.

I spent the next three days worrying about it.

Naturally, the first one who noticed my worries was Azel. We had been seeing each other every day after all.

I had never consulted anyone about my problems, so I didn’t know how to talk to him. It seemed that we struggled together for three days. He was a really nice guy.

When I took him up on his offer and told him what happened, Azel nodded and said, ‘Ah, that’s right.’

According to him, it seemed that the lizardmen was one of the groups who lost at the one-on-one fight with regards to keeping me, and unwillingly let it go.

I guess they wouldn’t allow me to come into their territory.

I would have to get permission from the demons there to get in, so at any rate, it was impossible for me to borrow the kitchen.

My wonderful idea had failed.

Aah—Speaking of which, this is an unrelated story but after that, he told me to tell him everything I was told.

I didn’t really care much about it, so I told him about Mr. Raglan and the other abusive content, but an aura of gloom and darkness had gone out around Azel. It was scary.

At a later date, Gard seemed to have laughed about the fact that all of the lizardmen’s tails were gone.

Hmm…? Azel might not be fond of reptiles. But I want to hear the story first-hand.

I still didn’t understand the switch between Azel’s good and bad moods.

“Should I try pressing his cheeks next time?”

As I wrapped the warm cookies, I remembered a game my friend played with me when I was still a student and decided to try it sometime.

Let’s return to the main subject. So, going back to the story about my plans.

I had given up on the job of making sweets and decided to look for another place to work.

But, Azel growled when I mentioned it and ran out of the room at a demonic pace.

“I told you, you don’t have to work, you workaholic! You’re not allowed to look for jobs. I’ll build a kitchen for you, so until then, just shut up and don’t do anything!”

It was a terrible parting threat.

That day, I was so taken aback by his words that I didn’t have time to stop him.

So, for that reason.

Where I’m currently working on was indeed my own private kitchen which was completed two weeks ago.

…Even though I had something to say.

Even though I told him to stop. Even though I also said that I’d look for a job that wouldn’t cost him a lot of money. Even though I told him several times that I’d do the same work as the servants if not that.

But the more I said it, the more he started howling and barking, and told me a lot of things like, “Feeble humans can’t work with demons. Do you want to die?”

Before I knew it, Azel’s bloodkins, the Kudrakion demons—were commanding the cupbats and others. Then, after three days of construction, a private kitchen was built in the courtyard of the Demon Lord’s castle!

Well, uhm… the bloodkins who worship the Demon Lord really made a serious effort, that was why…

It didn’t even take Azel more than five seconds to make a clearing in the courtyard…

And if I refused, Azel would probably cry again.

Moreover, he thought of it as an important thing, so he might weep again all by himself.

For some reason, when it came to me, Azel always took things seriously with all he’s got.

On top of that, when he had a self-satisfied look on his face, saying “Fufun, how’s that? Are you happy?”—I didn’t have any choice but to accept it…!

Urgh. With a heavy heart, I had mass-produced small portions of cookies in small paper bags.

A private kitchen. I was grateful. And my work was progressing.

But just how many years will I have to use it to make a return on investment?Aren’t I livestock and not a prisoner?

I was delighted with Azel, whose scale of everything was demon lord class, but I trembled at the thought of his limits.

To give my thanks at least, I served the sweets I made for the first time to Azel and his bloodkins.

Then surprisingly, it became very popular.

Fufufu, I was very happy about it. I ended up getting embarrassed.

After the teatime with everyone, for some reason, the bloodsucking monsters and demons seemed to like me, so I decided to pet all the black wolves.

I didn’t really get why, but since I was able to replenish my fluff needs, it all worked out better than I expected.

I smiled and petted them to my heart’s content.

Oh. Come to think of it, the large black dog from some time ago appeared out of nowhere and stood in line waiting to be petted.

I guess it was Azel’s bloodkin, after all. I was so happy to see it again, so I especially gave it a fluff. It was a nostalgic memory.

“Its fur was kind of fluffy and shiny… It’s strange that it didn’t shed any fur when I stroked it, but I guess it’s because it was a demon…”

While wrapping the last small portion of cookies, I remembered the time before I started this job and let out a smile.

It was a lot of work, but the preparations for the opening were generally fun.

However, Azel was troubling. Even though it was small, I didn’t think it was good to build kitchens out of impulse.

If Azel’s pocket money runs out because of me, I would have to support him somehow…

I silently made up my mind.

“Alright, I’ll sell again today one way or another.”

The total number of cookies divided into small portions were in dozens. It also included the prior reservations.

It was a system where you can make a reservation in advance, and I would deliver it from noon to snack time.

Without this kind of option for delivery, the sales and recognition wouldn’t increase. This mindset was being a corporate warrior to the core. I packed everything into a basket and began to walk out from the kitchen to make my delivery and sales.

I had a nostalgic sales experience when I first started. Sometimes, it reminded me of my salaryman days.

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Chapter 30 – How I Became the Confectioner: Part 1

Two months had passed since I came to the demon lord’s castle.

Since then, Azel had started to drink blood from my neck instead of my fingertips.

He would visit during his spare time at noon or at night and would drink from me with less restraint than before, worrying about my physical condition.

And when the poison sets in, he would “take responsibility” and help me get rid of it.

…This was, well… inevitable. It might be a little bit unpleasant, but he was doing his best for me.

As a result, I felt deplorable that I was no longer that resistant to being comforted by someone else’s hand.

He didn’t seem to have any problem even if he wasn’t able to drink every day, but he persistently came through every day, so was he only drinking my blood to take responsibility? I had my suspicions like that, but well, I didn’t think that was the case.

He said it was fine. I decided to accept it, thinking that it would be rude to stubbornly refuse something that was well-intentioned.

And then, the sucking of blood and taking responsibility usually ended quickly, and the two of us just talked about whimsical things.

Neither Azel nor I were very talkative, so I guess it was just basically a flow of me asking questions and Azel answering them.

Even yesterday, if I remembered correctly—

“A-ahh… Azel, I can’t…!”

“Mm, okay. …But l-lend me your mouth for a bit.”


Not. I made a mistake. I made a mistake in my recollection.

Poof, poof. I waved my hand over my own head, brushing away my imagination. The memory wouldn’t go away, but it was a matter of how I felt. I pulled myself together for take two.

“Azel… How well do you know your way around a man’s sensitive points…? A handsome ruler wouldn’t have any trouble dealing with partners, so I guess you had experiences with men too…”

“Nwa…?! Y-You dumbass! I’m a demon lord, and I don’t have to take care of every man’s lower region! It’s just with you, idiot!”

“So, it’s just with me. If so, I didn’t think you’d be so good with just your hands–”


So, in this way, we wouldn’t cause misunderstandings to each other, and only engage in peaceful banter. We hardly caused any misunderstandings at all, see?

Well, okay. My selfish impression of the demon lord was that he enjoyed alcohol and women. I thought Azel wouldn’t refuse anyone who came to him, but if not, then that skillfulness of his might be as a professional in jerking off.

Azel came in before bedtime, and we parted ways yesterday after talking about that. Every day was quite peaceful.

“Ahh, the demon realm… is peaceful.”

Pound, pound. I faintly muttered to myself as I thought of last night’s conversation while kneading dough.

By the way, if you ask me what I’ve been currently doing for quite some time now—

“And I’m doing pretty well today.”

Looking at the two large baking trays of cookies I’ve worked so hard to make since this morning, I smiled with satisfaction. Fufufu, I’m in a great mood.

In fact, I got a new job at the demon lord’s castle. It was called the “Confectioner”.

Looking back on how things got this way would be a long story, so please take it easy and listen to it.

I’ll also serve tea and sweets. This is all in my brain, but also a matter of how I feel.

It all started after the incident with Azel.

When I was allowed to go outside, I headed to the kitchen inside the demon lord’s castle one day.

It was clear from my exploration with Gard that demons didn’t do much cooking.

The reason was simple: their origins were monsters. Even raw meat could be eaten easily.

Their old ancestors had existential evolution… and uhh, apparently, if a monster lived long enough or gained more magical power, a demon will be born.

Prior to that, they were living in the wild. This was just the logical outcome.

That was the kind of instinct that remained in the demons because their ancestors were just monsters.

Even if they tried to get into politics like in countries or have towns and villages with walls built in them, things that didn’t need to be changed, such as food, remained the same.

By the way, information on the demon realm came from the Air Force Commander, Gardvine, whom we all know well.

According to him, it was necessary to keep watch over the demon realm to prevent humans and other races from subjugating them, and to purge the flying monsters and demons of their disputes and troubles.

But as a dragon who eats a huge amount of food compared to humans, he laughed, saying it wasn’t worth too much of a trouble to prepare something so complicated for every single one of them.

That was certainly true.

If we somehow managed to serve Gard’s three meals every day with some method of sautéing or stew cooked for hours, the chef would die of overwork.

The meals that had been prepared for me were also boiled or baked, but most of them felt like I was just enjoying the taste of the ingredients.

Still, it was delicious enough, and I heard there were some demons who were addicted to cooking, so it was hard to say for sure. It wasn’t like they hadn’t progressed at all.

—But well, that was how I found out about the situation in the demon realm.

So, I thought, is there a way for me to get in on the food situation in the demon realm, where I am just a loafer? And there I saw a way out.

…So, why am I baking cookies, though…

To make a conclusion, I had never been good at cooking.

Sadly, corporate slaves didn’t have much time to cook. It was more work than food.

There was nothing I couldn’t do, but my cooking wasn’t particularly delicious. It would be inferior compared to the chefs in the demon realm.

But I had always done a little bit of baking as a hobby from the old days. My grandmother was fond of it.

Of course, I wasn’t particularly good at it, and could only make simple things.

I remembered the recipe, but I hadn’t made it until now since I started working, so my skills were down.

Dagashi, kashi1It’s a pun, since ‘dagashi’ means cheap sweets, and ‘kashi’ means sweets. But Shal meant to say, ‘daga, shikashi’ which means ‘But, still’..
That’s not it. But, still.

There was a very good reason why I managed to compensate for that.

While telling the story of what happened to an unknown person in my brain, I stared at the hourglass with falling sand and headed to the magic oven.

From there, I took out a baking tray with good baked walnut cookies on it and placed it on the workbench, full of accomplishment.

Yes, yes. That’s why.

In fact, when it came to snacks in the demon realm, you wouldn’t often see walnut cookies with sweet dried fruits or rock sugar.

The sweets were even less important than food. So naturally, these so-called sweets were not popular.

Only a handful of demons who were able to sneak back and forth in the human realm could snack on cakes and cookies.

That was how I had my eye on it. I even praised myself for having this idea.

Hence, the confectioner. It was a wonderful job that combined my hobby with the rareness of sweets in the demon realm.

Don’t look down on modern Japanese. We’re restless when we’re not working, you know?

It wasn’t that bad at all, but it made me feel like I was doing something bad.

That’s why that country was full of company livestock. I felt sad when I thought about it again.

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Volume 2 – I am the Hero, the Prisoner, the Demon Lord’s Exclusive Livestock for Blood, and the Confectioner.

Character Notes
(May contain spoilers)

Traffic Lights Trio and Maruo (Chapter 33)

Traffic Lights Trio (Air Force Dragons)

Ario (Middle)

From a clan of crimson dragons called Fire Drake. He’s a man who easily loses his temper, but also emotional and cheerful. Leader of the trio special attack unit. Even if he’s the red light, he never stops.
Ingredients: Always the first one to speak.

Olga (Right)

From a clan of jade dragons called Gargouille. A cool-looking and mischievous man who somehow calmly entrusts his judgement to Ario. He’s the green light, so he fully moves on forward.
Ingredients: The next one to jump in the conversation.

Kireau (Left)

From a clan of amber dragons called Cuelebre. The most jittery and sensible of the trio, but easygoing when you get to know him. He’s the yellow light, but his judgement is weak.
Ingredients: The last one to jump in in the conversation.

Maruo (Bottom)

One of the demon lord’s lesser demon room attendants, the cupbats. He is one of Azel’s bloodkins, so he is very obedient and devoted to him. After Shal gave him a name since Shal especially adores him, the other cupbats looked up to him and envied him.
Ingredients: One of the author’s favorite characters. A mascot character. I want to maintain this form.

Ulysse (Chapter 42)

Ulyssetts Ketomago

He is a member of the noble Ketomago family, and son of the Admiral of the Navy. He is a beautiful young boy who always smiles and is also an excellent researcher of magic tools.
He is pushy and domineering, but he is surprisingly sensible. He is also a tsundere who only cares about those who are close to him. Non-combat personnel. A die-hard fan of Azel and doesn’t want to share him to others. Romantically in love with Azel and ships himself with him (unrequited love → idolized him eternally).
Ingredients: A valuable straight man1a tsukkomi, the one who points out something that is ridiculous or silly. Really loves handsome men. Romance novels are his favorite.

Translator’s Notes:
I will be adding the other characters when they get introduced, to avoid spoilers.

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Chapter 29 – The One Responsible for the Heat and Lust ※

For a while like that, he indulged in me to his heart’s content to the point that my brain had collapsed.

By the time I was immersed in irresistible pleasure, I was overwhelmed by my body that still hasn’t been able to expel the poison, and by my strained erection that hasn’t climaxed yet.

Kissing isn’t enough. I want him to touch me even more.
I want to cum. I’ll have no choice but to get desperate.

I writhed around restlessly, wondering how it had come to this point and recalled Azel’s outburst.

“Aah, shit! Even though you’re a composed, ascetic hero…! You’re really so cute… W-why is this somehow so erotic… What the hell is this…?”
“Hah, hah… nnn–”

That’s right.
Azel said he would take responsibility for my body going in heat after being violated by the aphrodisiac poison.

So he said, but…
Azel was gazing absently, not fulfilling his responsibilities.

It was a good thing that my consciousness wasn’t very clear, so with great excitement and delight, I latched onto his lips and kissed him as I pleased.

Azel was so engrossed with kissing that his hand on my cock was naturally still.

Being rubbed, caressed and raised by Azel’s fingers, my cock dripped clear liquid as it quivered in anticipation.

This isn’t taking responsibility.
I need to cum.

“Hnnn… fu, ah…”

I moved my hips as I responded to Azel’s kisses.
I rubbed my strained cock on the still hand, and decided to comfort myself.

“Nnn… A-aah…”

Azel flinched when he noticed the squelching, lewd juice slipping and froze.

I rocked my hips several times, his hands and my cock rubbing against the liquid lubricant.
The pleasure caused by resuming the direct stimulation soon began to slowly permeate into my lower region.

It feels good. But, I want more.
Faster… I want to cum.

As a man whose sense of reason had vanished, I was driven by the simplest of desires.

“Ugh, ah… Sh… Shal…?!”
“You’re not… taking respon… sibility… Nn, ah… h-ha…”

With the combination of aphrodisiac poison and caressing, my head naturally did not perceive any shame.

I placed my hand over Azel’s hand, and tightly gripped my erection which had only been rubbing against the slickness.
And then I rocked my hips even more vigorously, reaching climax.

“Azel… Nngh… Nn, I’m going to… cum… Ha…ah…!”
“Huh, eh……! …?”
“A… A…zel… I can’t… nn…”

Azel had been tormenting me as he pleased, but this time, he was left confused by the sudden reversal of events where he was the one being used as I pleased.


As I reached closer to my climax, I became more relentless in jerking off with the help of another person’s hand, and spat out cum that rose too quickly.

“Urk… Wha—….!”
“Hah… Ha…ah…”

I was weakened by the climax that had finally reached me, and beside me was Azel’s voice mumbling in bewilderment.

“Shal, I want to see more.”

I remembered the words I was told earlier while looking at my member, which was still leaking sticky and cloudy cum.

Hah… I let out a breath and looked at Azel with an upturned gaze and elated smile.

“Nn…ah…hh… I’ve… shown you… things I didn’t… want you to see… haven’t I…?”

His tastes are strange, wanting to be shown something so pathetic, but… I wonder if that was good enough.

But before I could hear his response, my consciousness was fading at an accelerating pace.

My body twitched, and moved in sync with my breathing, and the day’s worth of fatigue came all at once.
The tension was gone, and the drug in my brain had run out.

—Aah, I’m tired… I’ve moved around so much today and didn’t have much time to spare for thinking.
—But well, it felt so good, so… I guess that’s one way to go… I’m so… sleepy…

Satisfied both physically and mentally, my overworked body fell without resistance, letting it seek rest.
I left everything up to Azel who caught me in a surprise, letting my consciousness fade and dozed off.

“…Huh! T-this bastard, he’s asleep! …No, more importantly… Why am I hard…?”

The remaining Demon Lord murmured in confusion and agitation, with his cheeks dyed in bright red.

Even though he wasn’t violated by the poison, he was in the mood for it.

The Demon Lord just proposed, “If I want to drink his blood, but my poison causes him trouble, then wouldn’t I be able to touch him longer if I took responsibility for it?” with feelings of guilt and selfishness.

But he wasn’t feeling guilty about it, though he also shouldn’t have had the heart to do it.

But he wondered why he thought he was “cute” and thought to himself, “I wonder what he’d look like if I kissed him?”

Even though demons don’t care about race and gender as much as humans do, it was due to the wantonness of the hero who was full of longing and indebtedness.

He shouldn’t be aroused at all.
…More so, he shouldn’t even be wanting to have sex with him.

He licked his lips as he retracted the fangs he had extended for sucking blood.

“…It’s sweet…”

Affection out of respect and adoration rapidly changing its color and shape—it was an unnamed emotion.

Though the Demon Lord was confused by his change, he tightly embraced his most cherished person, who was sleeping contentedly in his arms.

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