The sensation was awfully direct, and there was no limit to the softness of it.
One thin cloth.
Most likely, this sensation had only one thin cloth to it.
Oh crap. I want to keep touching them like this forever.
The sleeping Shera let out a sigh.
「N……fu, u……」
She twisted her body.
Shera’s eyes opened.
「Nn……Huh, Diablo……?」
*Sa*, Diablo tried to remove his hand.
However, his hand still didn’t want to be removed. Even in this situation!? Did it have a trap caused by magic cast on it or something!?
Shera tilted her head while she was rubbing her eye.
「Naa…..Nnn? What could it be, it kind of feels like, something’s squirming……」
Her eyes turned towards it.
Tightly holding on to her right breast, Diablo’s left hand.
Shera’s eyes went round and she looked at him.
Diablo, still holding her breast, opened his mouth.
「………………Ah~」
On top of groping a sleeping girl’s chest, it was the time that girl woke up——What would a Demon King say, was something he didn’t know.
Shera was confused for a short while, but she seemed to understand the situation.
Her face quickly turned red.
After that.
「Th, this kind of thing, it don’t think it’s very good!」
Looking embarrassed, she glared at Diablo with upturned eyes.
「Ah……uu……」
Unless he was doing the Demon King role play, his original self could even sufficiently hold a conversation. Not to mention, it was this kind of situation.
「Th, this kind of thing is, that is, how should I say it……it should be after we get along better, or rather……Umm……A-as long as I’m not chosen as the master, it’s absolutely not allowed, got it!?」
「Uu……?」
That kind of sounded like “if you choose me as the master, I’ll allow it”.
「Anyway, you can’t! You can’t, you can’t! Because you can’t! It’s not allowed!」
「……Ah, yeah.」
「S, since you already did it, you can’t anymore, got it?」
Shera pulled her body back and Diablo’s hand finally, although it looked reluctant to do so, separated from that sweet sensation.
He was thankful in his heart that Shera had forgiven him.
As usual, he was unable to go back to his Demon King role play, and he couldn’t sufficiently bring out words.
At Diablo’s right, Rem rubbed her eyes.
「……Nya……Nn? What is it, you’re noisy.」
「Uu.」
「……Nn? For some reason, it feels heavy around my……chest?」
He forgot.
His left hand was groping Shera’s chest, and he had just separated from her, but——
His right hand was still on Rem’s chest.
Diablo was petrified. He was petrified enough that even if magic of the highest grade was used, it wouldn’t petrify him to this extent.
Rem turned her eyes towards her own chest.
「……」
Discovering his hand, and going along his arm, she looked at Diablo’s face.
She went back and repeated that once more.
I can’t believe this, is the expression that she was making.
He needed to say something.
Like a Demon King, possessing majesty, with magnificence! That’s right, with magnificence!
Diablo opened his mouth.
「Rem, you should stick out your chest confidently. A bulge is also something to take pride in.」
What the heck am I saying?
In the morning of the inn, Rem’s high-pitched scream resounded.