Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

It's been about two weeks since Phoenix Party defeated.

At the same time, I am a floor boss on the tenth floor, and since I am also a staff officer in my position, I am also responsible for the planning of operations. Work to the point where you can help us execute the operation.

I live a full life every day, I can say.

Worker's dog ear secretary Kash is cute, and she's doing well with her escort-friendly vampire beauty Mira.

Watching the defeat of the Phoenix party gave me the opportunity to deepen my interactions with people who were skeptical of my abilities or put my attitude on hold.

The demons of the first to fourth layers know my black magic, but the people below the fifth layer did not. Suddenly I can't do better to accept people promoted to staff immediately.

These days, I talk to people of all kinds, regardless of their layers.

Well, officially admitted by the Demon King's Army Staff, I'm supposed to be allowed in the staff dormitory.

There are different buildings available for each race, and I came in for the Demon Man.

Demons are physically only about the corner different from people, so buildings are built just like people's.

It changes if this is a mermaid or a bird man.

Sometimes I couldn't have the working pattern of an adventurer, the decided place to live, and it feels strange to have something like this called 'my room'.

Some adventurers build mansions, but as long as they're doing adventurers, it's almost like a villa.

It's hard to stay in one place because it's a job to dive into a dungeon while you roll around.

Do you mean the security of settling in one place, or the stability? I was enjoying it. [M]

My day naturally starts with getting up.

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Consciousness connects to reality. Half asleep, blurry.

Still, I will disarm and adjust the black magic that hangs on me. [M]

The mattress is shark and the sheets are slippery. The futon is fuzzy and light, and when wrapped, it feels twitchy and warm.

"Huh..."

I was holding onto something.

Pillows or half-round futons?

Soft, warm, pleasant.

It's good for you, and your hands are great.

"Huh... Huh..."

There's a voice to indulge in something.

Something saggy tickles on my face.

But it smells kind of good.

When I moved my head to rub my forehead, I trembled.

"Fuck, fuck, come on..."

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I don't care if it's a pillow or a futon, do you talk about bedding?

And do you feel your temperature or your heartbeat?

You have hair or two swells on you?

If you followed me, can I rub it?

I'll just wait for my rapidly cooling drowsiness. I'll check the situation with a fully awakened consciousness, hoping to still let me fall asleep.

Here, in my bedroom. On the bed.

It's me and the beautiful blonde vampire sleeping.

I'm wearing clothes... All right. They're not naked either.

Well, what am I doing?

I was holding Mira all over me.

- I don't want to. Not good at all.

I jumped out of her.

"Oh, oh, sorry, Mr. Mira!

I woke up in a hurry and apologized instantly.

Mira... for some reason she was weaving my robe.

Naked, it was a novel, extreme outfit called [Black Demon Instructor] Robe.

I didn't make you. [M]

"Good morning, Mr. Lemme. It was intense in the morning."

Mr. Mira smiled, hiding in front of the robe with one hand and hanging her hair in her ear with the other.

I discipline myself that this is not the case now, even though I come to grips with that fantastic trick.

"I'm so sorry..."

"You were falling asleep, weren't you? It's okay, it's like a little accident."

Smile like the Virgin Mary. Merciful Mira.

"You seem to be sleeping well these days, I'm glad"

The day I was first sucked by Mira.

We became sleeping friends.

It's a strange relationship where you're closer to distance than a normal friend, but not a lover.

Although our encounter was two years ago, it was actually a few days ago that we were involved. Moving the relationship forward is called early counting.

After I went into the dorm, I spent a lot more time with Mira.

Because, like this, they're coming. In my room.

At first he accompanied me to the buyout of what I needed to live. So, she's going to behave like a cook, and that day she was drunk so she told me she couldn't go home and stay.

I tried to sleep on the floor, but I was pushed off because I was a sleeping friend.

Almost every day from there, Mira comes to her room.

Honestly, I have no life skills, and Mira's help is very helpful. It's fun to be with her, and something a little worse for my heart, but lately I've been able to talk more naturally than before.

Sometimes I wonder if her personal belongings are getting more in the room every day, if she does it in front of me, or if she often wears my clothes on her own for some reason.

We're steadily getting along, I suppose.

Nevertheless, is.

Like friends, we're not lovers.

"I'll be careful. I kind of slept deeply lately... I think it's too comfortable."

"So I don't care. And..."

She puts one hand on the bed.

Slowly, the mattress sinks.

Her face approached me. The sawdust and golden hair drip off.

"If you don't like being touched, I won't sleep with you"

A voice mixed with exhale and a luscious grin.

"I think even Mr. Leme would like to..."

"It's..."

Before I say anything, those lips can be stopped with her white fish fingers.

"Yes, in order to do that, you have to cage in, like Mr. Leme attacking me with love, not greed."

That's what she says and leaves.

"Let's make it breakfast. The stomach-grabbing operation is still ongoing today."

Now laugh like a poor girl.

She is really a woman who uses different faces, and I have trouble with all of them because they are attractive.

It's the brave ones who will never lose the fight, but I kind of felt like she kept losing.

Whatever it is, this is the beginning of the morning as the Demon King's Army Staff.

There was a little happening, but the new routine starts roughly like this, where I wake up with Mira.