A Demon Lord’s Tale: Dungeons, Monster Girls, and Heartwarming Bliss

- Early morning.

"Phew..."

Slowly awake, Lew puts one hand against his mouth and leaks his elbow.

Then she made a big stretch, and she got out of bed.

"Sue... Sue..."

And when you turn your face in that direction of sleep you hear, you're there. Layla sleeping in the bed next door showing her lovely sleeping face.

"hehe... you look cute asleep"

This colleague doesn't sleep very well.

She's always the most powerful maid who can do anything, but it takes a little while for her to wake up and her head to start working.

The cuteness of this sleeping face is arguably her great weakness.

Kus laughed and Lew changed from bedtime to workwear maid clothes, gently getting up to herself and leaving the room.

- So, when you go out into the living room, which is your usual living space, a silver-haired girl, one of his daughter-in-law's daughters-in-law, first shows up in your sight, weaving only one blanket and sleeping on her own future husband.

It's kind of funny that a girl's head is on top of his abdomen and he subtly distorts his expression in a sleepless way.

As far as the boards of board games are concerned next door, I was probably playing with them yesterday, even as I made up my mind late at night.

"These two are the same..."

Overflowing with bitterness, Lew poked his knee beside him and caressed his hair softly - but a little inside, she was feeling anxious.

Sleeping next door, this silver-haired girl has the neat appearance that the word divine comes to perfection, and furthermore has the power to isolate herself as much as she can unconditionally protect him, no matter who she is against.

The other daughter-in-law, the brave girl who left the other day at work, also looked good by saying she was a beautiful girl without complaining, she felt very good about maturing (this) about the whole thing, and has such a personality as the deeply itchy woman herself that a man prefers.

Compared to those two, I mostly feel inferior in many ways.

I don't think they have as good a face as they do, their breasts are poor, and their style is not particularly good.

Besides, I'm clumsy in addition to that, and I can't even do my chores with Locke. Even the players, as long as they have a silver-haired girl, will not be particularly sought after.

How many things are inferior, superior, etc., compared to them?

As for what I can think of... ears and tails?

No, the silver-haired girl has tails, too, so the only real advantage is her ears.

This person tends to prefer areas that he does not know why but does not have in humans.

I always take the time to take care of these ears and tails that the Wolves have, but from now on, do you want to do it with more in mind?

Let's talk to Leila about how to take good care of it.

Well, speaking to this guy himself, I also feel like he's going to pom out some kind of care item... hey, I don't like that.

A woman's makeup is something a man doesn't see.

I want him to like me, and it's a little, no, a lot embarrassing to see me making an effort back there.

"I didn't think the day would come to thank you for being born into the Beast Clan for this reason..."

"To what... say thank you?

"Uh-huh!?

Lew is suddenly spoken to, surprised and leaks a weird voice.

"Your husband... are you awake?

"Mm, no... I just woke up..."

Her husband answers that in a slow tone, lying down and half-eyed.

Looks like you're really up to bed to see how this goes.

"Oh, so I woke you up? I'm sorry."

"... oh yeah. I need you to take responsibility."

When he smiles small and nibbly, he pulls Lew's hand and pulls it towards himself.

"Ah, your husband..."

"You're warm, you're a good futon..."

"Ugh, we're not futons..."

Lew gets scratched with one arm and makes his face red.

My heart warms slightly to the heat his body emits.

She mouths the Moya Moya in her heart so that she is encouraged by its warmth.

"... Your husband, let me ask you one thing."

"Hmm? What?

"... we, as your husband's daughter-in-law, deserve..."

"Oh, come on, suddenly."

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, hesitates to be scared, and then goes on to say goodbye.

"Well, we don't have the power to protect your husband like Leffi, or the inclusiveness of Nell. I said, if you can do chores and cooking well, that's not true, and you're not a solid person who can do anything like Layla. Everyone is so cute, but we're not the only ones..."

Lew, who became more and more depressed as he spoke, said so with a little tear.

"So as your husband's daughter-in-law, I thought we might be disqualified..."

To her words, she shows a slight bare gesture of thinking and Yuki opens her mouth.

"... you are certainly a rather clumsy poncho maid, if not strong enough"

"Ugh..."

To Lew with an even darker face, but he, laughs and goes on with the words.

"But Lew. I don't care about that (...)"

"I don't think it matters..."

"No, I don't care. That's not, you're not Leffi, you're not Nell, you're not Layla. That's all we're talking about. Even if it's inferior to them, it just means they're not good at it."

"But we don't have anything better than everyone else, do we? ear to ear"

"Haha, well, certainly your ears are wonderful. That's not all."

"... then, your husband. What does your husband like about us?

From the eyes of Lew, who stares himself from up close, Yuki answers with a gentle grin, never distracting himself from his gaze, never joking, as usual.

"Well first of all, I want everyone to laugh and have fun, and I really like seeing you deliberately say and joke about weird things. Thanks to you for doing that, everyone laughs a lot every day. Just because you're here makes the house feel so much better."

…………

Lew listens to his words as he blushes.

"On a simpler note, I love your voice and smell, and I really like the way you're laughing yourself. Well, of course, if you could do some more chores or something, it would help, wouldn't it? But I don't care if you stay a pompous maid for the rest of your life. Because I'm happy with you now."

"... your husband"

"And, yeah, Lew, you're cute enough. Don't say too much because if you say it outside, you'll hate it."

"Ho, are you serious...?

"Oh, really. I think you're super cute, and I sneer. I believe from the bottom of my heart that I am an unwell wife. Instead, I'm so anxious to get three of these better daughters. Just because I think so. So, you're not satisfied?

"Eh heh... no, it's satisfying. If that's what your husband would say, that's fine. I'm so, so happy."

"Ooh, that's good. Has your anxiety been allayed?

"Yes... thank you, sir. I love it."

Yuki gently stroked Lew's head with a small grin and told him to stay back.

"Well, my wife. I'm just going to get another night's sleep, okay? Why don't you sleep with me?

"Heh heh... ok. Let me make a statement."

- So, beside the two of them starting to sleep, the sleigh of and the shadow of rising.

"... at all, if we're going to have a good word (diaper by diaper), I want people to do it where they are. Can't you hear everything..."

He had a slightly slurred look and was such a grunting refi.