The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

(This... you stupid pimboke demon king...!

I don't know how you feel about swallowing. Not if you're kissing me!

"... ugh."

But I never wanted to be found only in Nezu anyway if I were a panda mask, I would stop resisting perfectly and the demon king's exchange would remain.

A tongue that came into my mouth touches the back of my teeth to explore something, traces the inside of my cheek, and tries to tangle with my tongue. The sound of tickling and rubbing each other's mucous membranes tickled the back of my ears over and over again.

It's just a tiny noise, but even the sound of such trivial fluids makes my heart nervous, slowly quickening.

… and more importantly, the type of heat transmitted was completely different from the one previously that had been touching each other so that it could be twisted.

The sensations created by the contact of sensitive parts of each other begin to twitch and stimulate the core of the body. It wasn't likely to lead to such a remarkable audience as when my brother gave it to me, but still, I'm not as dull as I felt nothing.

"- Eh, ……"

Nature and power are also present in the hand that was grasping the Demon King's arms.

For a moment, though the tongue motion to explore inside stopped, it immediately moved out again.

The Demon King obliques his face, joins his lips deeper, and stretches his tongue deeper.

I meditated on my eyes and, as much as I could, I ignored the feeling of the Demon King and concentrated on hearing.

Turn a blatant glance at Nezu. In case you find him, he won't be stylish.

There is a kind of "force" in the gaze.

If you were a person sensitive to being seen by others, you could have noticed.

I can't imitate where you are from here.

(Sure, his (...) senses shouldn't have been that sharp...)

You should be mindful.

"Instructor Nezu!

"Instructor...!

"Sorry, I lost a thousand...!!

"I don't see it in the F school building"

"I'm sorry"

Panda masks were heard from the front entrance of the F school building.

- I'm going back to HQ.

Nezu's cold voice echoes around in response.

... was just in the direction of the corner of the school building.

"Ah... um..., mentor! To the secret little room..."

- A secret little room...?

What a suspicious word.

I was listening carefully, but soon another panda mask blocked me.

"Idiot! Don't say anything extra...!

"Yeah... because I, for that matter..."

"It's up to you... eh"

"... I don't know..."

That depressed voice was covered with Nezu's shady voice.

"Follow up on that. - Even if the results are inconclusive, the contract we entered into cannot be different."

"Uh... bye..."

"Seriously...?

"Dear Instructor..."

"Surprisingly chubby..."

"... Oi! You're over-mouthed... what if you get in a bad mood and you bend your navel..."

"Ah... no, the mentor means you're just so broad-minded...!

"I knew we were going to talk about the mentor...!

"... you're doing well... you guys"

Multiple footsteps mixed together and eventually the panda masks conversation drifted away from the F school building.

In the end, unfortunately, I got no further information about the "secret little room".

However, I could only guess from the flow of conversation that the "secret little room" is apparently quite valuable to Pandamascoos, …

(A secret little room... What kind of room...?

For a moment, I read in depth whether it was a torture room or something similar, but apparently it was a struggle to get over it.

If Nezu is who he thought he would be, he could also torture... or he is a skilled person (expert) who was happy to talk to the demons he caught in his previous life.

... is one of the reasons I'm so wary of Nezu.

I want to avoid torture if possible. Truthfully. A demon king would be a great duck.... No, it's Cargamo. But no matter how much Cargamo, it's just pathetic to turn him into a duck.

As Nezu-led Pandamascoos left and endured until it was completely unpopular from around me, I continued to sit in my mouth, Cargamo… I was finally able to implement the Iron Fist sanction against the Demon King. It was a long time. You endured well. Yourself, that's the ex-brainer.... is self-admiring.

Finally my fist gave me a glow and a clean hit on the Demon King's cheek.

"Do what"

He was relentlessly beaten in the face, and that demon king was also retreating.

My cheeks were red, but this is not what I found out. I don't know what it's like to get a little scratchy. It doesn't seem to matter what the ugly face looks like to the Demon King.

"... that's... this one,... line, eh..."

Sadly, I was totally breathing up. The Demon King has a cool face (he must have used his own stone power), but this one almost killed his breath so Nezu wouldn't notice. My mouth is blocked and my nose is barely breathing, so... I thought I'd die. Maybe this guy is after me after all. It was harsher than when I was strangled with a twat.

I break my fist and stare at the Demon King.

"What the hell, like this..."

I don't even like to say kiss or anything, but instead, I show him with a smile on his face and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

That demon king also guessed what I was angry about.

"... just wanted to make sure"

"A little? What?

If you want to know what it is, you're going to be in an outrage of kissing and stuff. It wouldn't have been all a little bit in the first place. Just behave freely in that scattered mouth and "a little" or something. Just kidding. What's "a little" about that? Clearly wrong use of "a little".

"Let me try again."

"What? Try..."

I was flabbergasted and tried to get out of between the demon king and the wall.

But the Demon King, who was moving a moment faster than that, had put his hands on the walls of the school building and surrounded me in those arms.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

What is this? What's the situation? Girl comics?

I'm not a heroine or anything, so I'm not gonna be caught up in the wall by a nice guy at all, am I?

- More or less, how do you try anything more?

(... No way next to the kiss...)

I think I'm gonna climb the adult stairs gradually!?

Like that!?

Is that what you're trying!?

"Wait a minute. Wait. What the hell are you trying to do?"

The Demon King stares at me silently.

I lowered my gaze slightly and my worrying eyes rested on me again.

Swallow the saliva into a slightly overwhelming glance.

Happy or unhappy..., the convenient stage setting (location) of being alone beside the popular (one person) school building is just fine.

(Because Rokkaya gives BL comics to the Demon King...!

Try to regain calm by arranging as much resentment in your mind as you can think of for your fellow roommates who are not in this room.

I was feeling badly caught up somehow.

Wasn't this what the fears I was afraid of became reality...?

I can't read it from the look on the face of the Demon King if it's intriguing or if there's only one thought.

At dusk, when the sun had already set on land and its residual light had only slightly illuminated the horizon, the blue sky, visible over the shoulders of the Demon King, had begun to glimmer with bumps and stars. In the tranquility that only two people have been left in the world, you can hear the distant tide mixed with the sound of leaf rubbing played by the wind.... It's a blatantly romantic situation where you just ask me to do something.

Along the trail leading to this school building, a series of lights illuminate the night and darkness simultaneously.... Wouldn't you refrain from such a futile performance?

Half the exquisitely tidy face of the Demon King floated to a bright light, highlighting the dolled appearance somewhere.... but on the other hand, as if to let you know that the current Demon King is a "person," my eyes staring at this one flashly are colored with some real color, and I can't help but loosen my emotions.

I'm not just kidding, okay.

But - I don't think this one has the right to go along with it.

What do you need to try for? What do you want to know?

What a kiss means is... if you think about it normally - it's an act of passing on love.

What's the point of trying that?

... Did you try me, or - did you try me?

Even though it's a single word different, the implications it points to are a lot different.

Aloys that he was the "mistress" of the Demon King.

(You... to try and see if I'm Alois... did you kiss him or not?

Or - …….

Is there any other reason...?

The demon king pounds on the lid.

"I'm not like that guy."

"...? Who's that guy?"

……

"Hey."

……

I don't know!

I mean, that's not the answer to my question, is it?

The Demon King backed off from me. [M]

(Rather than being infidel and corrupt... this is-)

It is obstinate...

I was sighing lightly at that childish attitude.

"... if you don't want to tell me, I won't force you to ask, but you don't have to try."

"Why not. Try it. I don't know."

"You tried enough earlier, didn't you? If that doesn't make sense, that means" no ". I... can't give you what you want"

Because I'm not your "mistress" or "alois"...

On the contrary, I am a "former brave man," … a cheating "human being" who is fooling you.

"Do you know what I want?"

The demon king's tone was calm, but his voice felt somewhere mixed with anger.

"Ter...?

- One more time.

Insisting as if he were a solidified child, the Demon King swung his beaten and reddened cheeks closer again.

"Hey... Huh!

I'm just not willing to forgive you any more.

I joined him in protest, holding him back and trying to stop him from kissing me again.

"Why don't you let yourself be honest?"

"Asshole. I'm not kidding."

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious"

"It's still bad!