Chapter 7 – Episode 7 – Do You Like Rabbits? (One)

Living in Karine’s room, everything returned to normal.
The same aristocratic meal as on the first day was served, and naturally, the demon king took a seat far away from the party.

If there were any differences, it was that the seat where Sharpie was sitting was closer to the group than the first time, and Potty glanced at the demon king as if he missed the chocolate he ate yesterday.

Enjoying that peace, Hernán thought of a family.

A good meal for two each day is determined by who you sleep with, and exactly who you sleep in.
It might be because I slept in the same room as the demon king yesterday, especially the demon king’s favorite food.

If so, it could be explained that the reason why the usual meal came out today was because I went to sleep in Karine’s room again.

While thinking for a while, I heard Carine’s voice.

“Hernan. Want some tea?”

In fact, deciding that it was not very important information, Hernán grabbed the teacup.

“This smells good.”

Carine responded to Hernan’s words with a light smile.

As she tilts the cup, the strong scent of tea fills her head.
First of all, no headaches today.

You don’t have to worry too much about a headache or fever coming back.
I only need to take it off for a while when the heat builds up in my head again.

Since the demon king said that oral sex is also effective, he does not have to risk pregnancy and insert it.
Karine will take care of that much.

She didn’t even know that maybe Carine would help her with her blowjob.

Karine, who gives off her always cool and tidy impression, sucks her own dick.
Hernán felt the heat between her legs at the lewd fantasies that spontaneously came to mind.

“Ugh.”

Embarrassed, Hernán poured hot tea and burned his tongue.

* * *

Hernán woke up in the middle of the night in pain.

After three days of sleeping with the demon king, she started getting headaches little by little.
The time had come for her to ask the demon lord or to ask Carine if she was willing to help.

When morning came, she tried to go back to sleep, organizing her thoughts to talk to the demon king or Karine.

But her mild headache haunted Hernán.
A little bit of heat was also felt behind her eyes.

She even wondered if it was okay to wake Carine up now and ask her to cool off.
Of course, even if she was in a good mood, it would be difficult to get permission to wake someone who couldn’t be sure.

Let her go to the bathroom and wash her face at least once.

Hernán quietly got out of bed.
She passed the living room lights that dimmed at night and she went into the bathroom.

“…?”

Hernán stopped his feet at the bathroom entrance.
Her heavy breathing and squeaks were coming from inside the bathroom.

Hernán’s field of vision as he looked inside soon saw a toilet cubicle closed by himself.
A little moan escaped from there, but it wasn’t loud enough to tell whose voice it was.

However, she soon realized that this sound, along with the headache that kept coming back, was the sound of female masturbation.
In fact, it was so blatant that it was difficult not to know.

“Is it the Demon King?”

Hernan immediately remembered Sharpie.
If she’s a character to masturbate to in the bathroom in the middle of the night, she’s none other than her.
The rest of us had never done anything like that during our long journey.

At least, as far as Hernan knew.

She nonchalantly walked over to her sink and turned on her thick faucet.
There were signs of surprise from inside her, but no further reaction.

If so, there is no need for a big reaction here either.

Sharpie said he had never done anything like laundry.
And when she masturbates, whether it’s a blanket or a towel, something gets wet.

Combining these two facts, I could understand why she bothered to come to the bathroom.

If you can understand why, this isn’t really a problem.
Because she is a dreamer, if she solves her overflowing sexual desire with masturbation, she is rather commendable.

“Sleep in moderation.”

Hernán finished washing his face with cold water and said encouragingly through the screen.

“And if it’s really dangerous, tell me. If you get permission from Carine again, there will be no problem.”

Is it because we’ve been together and mixed up?
Or have you been told about a possible pregnancy?
After all, she didn’t want to see her struggling with her lack of regularity.

Karine also declared that she was going out with her alive, so she would readily allow it.
Effortlessly erasing the faint touch of Sharpie’s lips from her head, Hernán knocked on the door of the partition.

“I am going.”

Still no answer from inside.
Laughter came out, wondering if the demon king who was so bold was feeling ashamed.

* * *

As I started my morning with fragrant tea, it felt like the headache that started yesterday had subsided.
Still, the headache itself didn’t go away, so I had to act quickly.

I sipped her tea, trying to figure out which one to ask, Carine or Sharpie, and how to say it.

When her glass was almost empty, Karine, who just finished eating, left the place for a while.
Only Forty was chewing on snacks as if he had no appetite, and the others were also cleaning the tableware, so Hernán went to the Demon King.

Since she had some work in the bathroom yesterday, I was thinking of talking to her first.

“Oh? After all, is this a dream for morning erection?”

Sharpie looked at her lazily as Hernán approached.

“I’m getting a bit of a headache.”

“The cycle is faster than I thought.”

She studied Hernán’s head and brought the glass of water in front of her to her mouth.

Holding back his eyes from those lips, Hernán opened her mouth.

“Tell me if you are in a hurry. Of course, if it’s as simple as last night’s, you can handle it alone in the bathroom.”

The demon king was blank-eyed and did not speak.
She was drinking water, so she thought so and waited, but the sharpie didn’t answer even after she finished drinking.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Did you have a dirty dream last night?”

“What?”

The demon king laughed and flicked Hernán’s crotch with his fingers.

“I slept peacefully in my room yesterday?”

Hernán blankly looked down at the sharpie, like someone who had been hit.

“You didn’t go to the bathroom yesterday?”

“Huh. And with Hernan, why am I beating her daughter?”

Her eyes widened at Sharpie’s vulgar vocabulary, but that wasn’t what was urgent.

Wasn’t the demon lord masturbating in the bathroom yesterday?
Karine also left her in her room, so of course she is not.

Then who?

Hernan turned her head behind her.

There, she could see her saintess soothing her elf who grumbled about being stuffy indoors.
And Potty was still chewing on the cookies.

“Huh?”

Hernán looked at Potty, ignoring Sharpie talking about something lewd.
It was clear that the hood of her robe was slightly loosened.

Potty had always been wearing that hooded robe ever since he was rescued from slavery in the Mage Tower.
And she never took it off in front of others, even when she washed it, so she always washed it alone.

In other words, no one knew what was inside that robe besides the light pink hair that is not found in nature.

“Did I see it wrong?”

“Hernan! My body heats up as I explain. Do you want to go to the bathroom? As soon as the hero comes out…”

Shafi continued to speak, but Hernán had no choice but to look at Potty again.
That would have been the case, too, because before she knew it, her eyes met Hernan’s.

It was the first time that she, who was originally timid, stared openly into people’s eyes.
As we quietly met each other’s eyes, Potty’s golden eyes shook strangely.

“Hernan?”

Something covered Hernán’s eyes.

“Sharpy, get off your tail!”

Hernán hit Sharpie’s tail with a thump.

“Huh…”

She looked at Potty again, leaving Sharpie’s groans behind, but she was already clearing her table.

Suspecting that Potty was the owner of yesterday’s bathroom noise, Hernán cut off the demon king’s tail.

* * *

“Your headache came back?”

Karine, who was packing a towel and clothes to wash before bed, stopped her hand.
Hernán nodded her head and touched her head.

“The fever is rising. I’ll hold out for a few more days, but I’d like to heal quickly.”

Carine’s calm expression was slightly shaken.
However, her characteristic cold yet confident face returned immediately.

“Last time, the demon king said he could do it for the first time, and I could do the rest.”

“That means Karine…”

“That’s right. You are in danger and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Karine kept her usual calm tone and squeezed her towel.

I was nervous.

Still, they didn’t show any reluctance, perhaps because they kissed each other recently.
Hernan silently cheered for his lover and waited for her words.

“Since mucous membranes need to touch each other, I’ll do it orally. As long as the demon king did it, I can do it too.”

Having said that, Karine hurriedly left her room before Hernán could reply.

“I’m going to wash for a long time today, so at least close my eyes for a while.”

How long do you have to wash to sigh?

Hernán headed to her bathroom, feeling happy that he had never seen such a cute Karine since her childhood.

If you wash your face or brush your teeth first, you can save time washing her entire body.
It will take a long time for Karine, her saintess, and the elves to wash together, and to wash herself after Potty’s, so it’s better to do what you can beforehand.

Thinking that she was even slightly excited, Hernán started washing his face.

“Thief…”

Hernán immediately turned off the water and wiped her face with a towel.
As soon as his sight was secured, Potty appeared in front of him.

“Forties?”

Hernán faced her, feeling her awkward air.

“He said he would help… ?”

“Help me?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember…”

Hernán hurriedly searched his memory.
And he identified a situation that would be a candidate for what Forty was referring to.

“Are you the one in the bathroom yesterday?”

He apparently told the person inside the toilet compartment to tell him if it was dangerous.
But that was what he said knowing he was the Demon King.

Except for her dream horse, there was no way anyone would be dangerous because of her sexuality.
I guessed if Potty was sick, but if so, he must have gone to the saintess rather than himself.

“Yes… Yesterday, I secretly slept in the bathroom. I was the one who masturbated.”

Hernan opened his mouth in embarrassment.

“Why are you telling me that? What could be more dangerous than that? Can I help you?”

Potty almost cried and raised his hand.

His hand was pointing to his head.

“Why the head? Do you have a headache too?”

“No… But like Hernan, it’s true that the problem was caused by a lack of magic power.”

Potty, agitated, continued to stutter his words.
In the meantime, Hernan noticed that his title had changed to Hernan.

“I know I’m basic magic, but I’m not an expert like you. If it’s a matter of magic, I think this side should ask you instead?”

“It’s not that kind of problem!”

Potty screamed at him and flinched at the sound of his own voice.

He screams and he freaks out.

Embarrassed inside her, Hernán placed her hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“Hick!”

Potty backed away as soon as his hand touched her shoulder.

“Sorry. I apologize if I surprised you.”

Hernan first comforted him by apologizing based on his experiences with Forti.
But she was rather breathing hard and her visibly shivering.

“I am actually… Actually…”

Hernán slowly approached her, considering calling someone else for her.

“Speak calmly. I will help you with anything I can.”

When Forty was told to help, she raised her hand to her head again.
Hernan’s eyes widened at the sight that followed.

“My body… It’s like this because of the experiment.”

From within her stripped hood, long, furry ears protruded along with her pale pink hair.
It was clearly the ears of a familiar animal.

“Rabbit?”

“I tried to suppress it as much as I could with magic, but here it’s impossible because I don’t have enough magic power.”

The robe came off completely, revealing a fluffy, blunt-looking tail from her hips.

Other than that, she seemed to be in a human body, whether it was suppression or less of her original alteration.
Exactly, of course, I didn’t know until she took off her clothes.

Hernan understood that she knew why Potty covered her body, and she calmly opened her mouth.

“So how can I help you? I don’t have enough knowledge to solve this.”

“Do, animals have different body cycles from humans!”

She shouted an absurd word in the tone of a very important point.

“Eh, I don’t know why, but this cycle has come a little earlier. Maybe that’s why my heart is pounding and I have no appetite…”

“What cycle is it?”

Hernán felt ominous as he watched Potty scan him with her blatant gaze.

“…Routine.”

“What?”

Hernan approached her muttering Potty.

“The heat has come!”

Potty was embraced by Hernán as it was.
It felt a touch she had never felt before.

Her petite body with not much muscle was very soft unlike Carine or Sharpie.
It was almost like holding a doll.

Hernán panicked and tried to pull her away, but she fell into Hernán’s arms and frantically sniffed her.

“You’ve never been like this before.”

“My mana has run out, and now I can’t control the beast inside me!”

Potty’s body temperature in Hernan’s arms was very high.
There was also a body odor that strangely tickled her nose.

“Boo, I’m sure Hernan told me to come if it’s dangerous! That’s why I came here.”

Potty stiffened her bunny ears and exhaled her excited breath.
Her golden eyes were burning with excitement and tension.

“Will you help me?”

Hernán gritted his teeth, intuition that life here would never go smoothly.