"My mouth is sweet. … it tastes like forbidden fruit, right, this"
"Yes, sir, to the left."
Sacubas couldn't look back with his body pointing at the door.
It's not excitement, the heartbeat of tension echoes in my chest.
I did it. I found out.
I was noticed overlapping my lips. I told you I would never do it again.
Sacubas couldn't help but be afraid of the thought of running around.
"Sacubus, come here"
"Yes..."
Done.
Will they be angry, hated, or killed?
I served as a servant, but I couldn't help but be afraid of Sacubas, considering Merle would not tolerate repeated failures.
As he lowered his hips to the edge of the bed, Merle stared at the back of the silent sacubus.
"Ha - I feel so tired. How long have you been asleep?
"The Demon King slept for about two days."
"I slept quite a bit. But I feel good. Sweet in my mouth."
My chest started pounding.
I don't care about Sacubas when I think about what they're going to say next.
"I was blurry, and Sacubas gave me a drink of fruit juice with a mouthful. Thanks to you, I'm in great shape."
"... Yes. That's... above all."
"Hey, why are you turning your back on me earlier? Look at me."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I really am."
Merle got up and had Sacubas' face pointed toward himself.
Tears that convey cheeks. My mouth is tied so small that I can enjoy the whimpering.
Sacubas overflowed with large tears in his intertwined gaze.
"Wow, I couldn't beat my instincts. I made excuses and tried to attack the Demon King again. This is not to be tolerated."
"Why? Didn't you think you'd do it for me?
"No. That's how I made excuses and tried to attack the Demon King. I touched the demon king's body selflessly and took his lips. I broke my promise."
If I can question you, I'll tell you everything first.
What you've done is synonymous with what you've done.
It can't even be forgiven. But I have to tell you.
It was a relationship between the Demon King and his servant, but the feeling of thinking of the Demon King of Sacubas was more than that.
"Congratulations, Demon King. I'm a really stupid succubus."
"Sacubas"
Zero tears fell after deciding.
Merle's gaze looks straight at Sacubus and doesn't try to let him go. Sacubas felt its gaze sharper than any blade.
The gaze that pierced my heart stabbed me deep, and I couldn't stop crying in pain.
I was puzzled by the revealed story, but I don't have the same unpleasant feelings as before or the anxiety of being deprived of my chastity.
Sacubas, who opens his heart and cries, is cute for some reason, desperate.
I don't hate it. Instead, he chewed up that he was really thinking of himself, and Merle lost his chest.
"My name is the Demon King..."
Merle snatched Sacubas's lips, as he let him swallow the word he was about to say.
Not only that, Merle forced his tongue to twist and tangle when he pushed down about Sacubus.
I won't refuse. I can't. I don't want to refuse.
Sacubas entangled his own tongue in the tongue that was made but came in intact.
"What, Demon King?"
"Sacubas, do you like me?
"What?"
"I'm asking if you like me."
"... I don't hate it"
"It's not an answer. Either you like it or you hate it."
Merle's gaze, which became the eye of the hunter who captures the prey, captures the sacubus.
Sacubas made his chest bitter with a different way of stabbing his gaze than earlier.
"Shh, I like..."
"Is that because I'm the Demon King? Does Sacubas like the Demon King? Or do you like Merle?
I'm sure Merle will hear the same thing if you don't give him a proper answer.
That's what my gaze is complaining about. Eyes that do not tolerate deception. An eye that asks the other person for seriousness.
Sacubas was holding his big chest by his hand, looking at Merle in front of him and feeling herself pulsing loud and fast.
"I am… a servant of the Demon King. Are you asking me to answer, an order?
"No. Not as a demon king. It's my personal question, please. Come on, answer me."
"... I am. Because I am Merle... and I like it."
It seemed to confirm the answers I knew.
"Then don't call me the Demon King from now on. Call me by name."
"Yes, Master Merle"
"And tell me your name. I don't want to call Sacubas by its generic name either."
"… Lucille,"
"Lucille. Hey, I need another favor, okay?
"What is it?
"Exasperate."