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Published at 13th of May 2019 07:33:08 PM


Chapter 202

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Demon lord's Skyscraper…

Leon knelt to his great demon lord, calm, but ready. Dressed in ridiculous traditional demon clothing, cape and all, he continued to wait for his orders…Even though he had been waiting for twenty goddamn minutes. He was a thin young man with short green hair, red eyes, and too much magic to spend. He regretted being promoted to Head knight those years ago. Every goddamn day began with kneeling at the seemingly dimwitted woman for what felt like a millennium. His record was three and a half hours. The clock on the left, halfheartedly hanging on the wall of the large office, served as his witness. His only entertainment was daydreaming with a hope that the demon lord would allow him to nestle his face into her large breasts. He lost count at how many times he "imagined" his great lady during the night. Blonde hair that draped to her back and gray eyes, the demoness spent most of her time lounging and watching soap operas. Her gray silk dress was a world of cleavage that made the demon knight believed he'd die from the constant teasing.

What a bitch. He had better things to do—why didn't she let him go? For the love of…

"Howdy Leon, didn't know you were there." Her office chair allowed her to spin from the TV to him in the most childish manner, possibly. And her fake, foreign accent was terrible. She even wore a large brown "ten-gallon" hat. Leon wanted to die. His dimwitted master was in one of those moods.

And she pretended to just notice him like this EVERY fucking day—switching personas like trading cards. "I reckon you 'bout to go do some recon for me, boy." She giggled.

Leon groaned under his breath. He wondered if he started praying to the gods, would they convert him out of this household. He still spoke respectfully, no matter how much it hurt in the inside.

"My lady, how can I be of service to you today?" Leon said. Please sex, please sex, he thought, though it never happened. The rumors of his demon lord being a virgin were numerous.

"Service, oh yeah, I reckon I almost forgot," she said, wagging a finger. "I need ye to go over yonder and check on a few things for me."

"But my lady," Leon said, "what about the invasive minotaurs? Some of our own monster girls can only mate exclusively with human men. If the bulls take them all, the whining—I mean, problems will start to develop. Our house strength will diminish."

"I reckon you exaggerate, boy," she said, tilting her head to the side. "I spoke with them. Nice women. Their followers are nice too. The holstaur is especially kind."

Leon tried so hard not to facepalm nor widen his eyes. No wonder why his fellow competitive knights willingly gave him this position. Those double-crossing assholes. "Go patrol now with a small guard. Yall take care now, you hear."

He knelt over a half-hour for this. Something had to be done about her, except he knew that shit wouldn't come to be. Some of the others adored her—fucking idiotic supporters. They claimed her laxness enabled them to come together as a family and not a military unit. Idiots. All of them. They could be both—military units were family too, right? They let weakness cloud their thoughts and Leon had to deal with the aftermath.

"By your leave, my lady," he forced out.

"Yall come back now, ya hear?" the demon lord turned back to her 'cowboy' romance. Leon wondered if stabbing her in the back…. no. She was in power for many years. He'd be a fool to underestimate the carefree demoness. He stood, gave a middle finger that she couldn't see instead of a salute, and left.

**

Niyoto hotel…

The meeting went well. It even included viewing a layout of the city via the internet—Kiko pulled up a nice website. Clyde was seconds from dismissing the party when a giant feminine moan of raw pleasure blasted through the entire hotel, rattling windows. Additional moans following. The eyes of the party and the passing hotel staff widened. Many of the attendants were innocent, pure women—the young man could tell by the reddened faces. Even the darker-skinned workers had anime-girl blushes that put tomatoes to shame.

"YES! YES! YES!" Kira the minotaur yelled. "ROCK DADDY, GIVE IT TO ME."

The building shook in a familiar sexual rhythm. Mouths fell agape.

"Oh god," Clyde said, giving Tear a sideways glance. She flushed, facepalming.

"What in the hell," Toru said. "This is of one of the finest hotels in Niyoto with proven, state-of-the-art soundproof technology. What's going on?"

"ROCK DADDY!" the minotaur screamed.

Clyde cringed. The poor hotel staff would have to clean all of that up. He shuddered.

"What's gotten into you, my Heart?" Alice said.

"Long story, Alice," Clyde said then chuckled. "Long story."

That seemed to make her even more curious. Melody fainted. Ruri shook her head.

"How is she half trickster demon, half dark goddess?" the hellhound said.

"I think it's kind of adorable," Harumi said. "Nothing wrong with being pure."

"I'd expect to hear that from the queen of all pure," Sazuki said.

Harumi giggled, but said nothing to correct her friend.

"Never mind that, who's having speaker sex?" Maki said. She seemed to shrink into herself when all eyes turned on her. If not for the contract, Clyde would've easily forgotten that the criminal girl existed. Dressed in a lower-quality maid outfit, Yuki made sure to get her gainfully employed with the hotel cleaning staff, free of charge. Her spy training was still a way off—the demoness worked on her subservience.

Also, by miracle, Maki's own money, and a few other things unmentioned, she got more than a handful of girls to forgive her for the assaults. Naomi wasn't one of them.

Tear teleported off when no one was looking to calm things down. Clyde however couldn't go as Alice and Chika watched him. And Ming.

"The meeting's over," Clyde said. "Everyone's free to call it a night. Be prepared for patrolling tomorrow. If you hear anything about the demon lord or that cult, text the group." He eyed Toru for a few seconds to engrave the message into him. The noble sighed and gave a half-hearted thumbs up.

He saw no path to Kitome. Ming seemed to watch both of them while pretending to go over her notes.

These damned main character powers. Many men would kill to have them, he thought. It was a good thing she didn't attempt to block Tear. He shuddered at what could've went deadly wrong.

Abruptly, a news report flashed on a nearby TV screen. And there, he saw spawned demons marching around, captured on film by a brave and stupid crew. Mostly stupid. Two minotaurs carrying men off. One of them—though it was poorly censored—had two fingers shoved inside herself while walking. No police whatsoever.

"What's that about not having a patrol dear—Heart," Alice said, giving him a blank stare. Hinako had her mouth covered, disbelieving at what she saw. Ruri growled. Seth shook his head. Neko sighed.

"Nyaaa, they're just as bad as the hellhounds."

Ruri and Matsume glared at the catgirl. She simply smiled innocently.

"Toru, Harumi, Alice, and—" Clyde began.

"Me!" Natalia hopped onto Clyde's shoulders. "You can't possibly leave your right hand out of the fight."

"Shouldn't we all go?" Seth said.

"No," Clyde said. "There's nothing that can be done about that mess—look at those numbers. But we're going to pick off a few isolated troops and maybe follow a minotaur to find the hideout. If you want to go badly, then get into Clare's group. She's going to take out her magical girl lackies later."

"We're not lackies," Sahara said, folding her arms. Clyde gave her a blank stare. She harrumphed anime-girl style.

"I'll be joining in too of course," Airi said. "That's why I'm here, right? Use me before I go." She winked.

Clyde smiled.

"Yes mam."

He sent a text to Kitome, but warned her within the body not to make any visible expression. Ming seemed determined for some reason. As if to give her a taste of reality, Chika kissed Clyde.

"You better stay safe out there," she said. "And why are you taking Toru?"

"Isn't obvious—"

Alice interrupted Seth by punching him in the gut.

"Let's get this out of the way before I splatter this human all over the wall."

Seth smiled sheepishly.

"This is day one," Clyde said softly. "Fuck, tomorrow can't possibly get worse."





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