Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 724

Capítulo 724: Arrangements and a Romantic Debt

The group enjoyed a lavish meal, with soft, succulent meats garnished with vegetables and spices they’d never known before. Asmodeus smirked at the tiny girl sitting on his thigh, with her lips swollen after stealing the spicy curry on his plate. “Come here.” He took a clean cloth and gently wiped the spicy oil from her lips before taking an iced dessert kept in his item storage.

“Wuuuu, it’s hot, it hurts.” She glanced up at him with tears in her eyes. Asmodeus experienced a sudden flash of memories. In the past, when Nyxielle and Seris ran to his bed crying after a nightmare.

‘So cute!’

Maybe it was his sadistic nature, but whenever the little girls cried or his sons showed fear during their training and lessons, he enjoyed it. Of course, afterwards, he ensured he made them laugh and at ease twice as much as the fear or tears they cried.

“Come, it’s mint and chocolate flavour, your favourite!” Thanks to his previous life and memories about these kinds of treats, he asked for Brando’s help to make ice cream an affordable continental treat that spread through the four kingdoms rapidly.

“Waa!”

Immediately, the tears vanished, and the little milk popsicle vanished from his hand, as she chewed on the tip.

“What a drama queen.” Nerim huffed to herself, smiling at the little demon kicking her little feet after winning a dessert for herself.

‘Jealous?’

Asmodeus noticed her fleeting gaze, glancing at the ice cream, and his face several times as the foolish mermaid, as if competing with the proprietress, who suggested an extremely spicy curry for Asmodeus.

Nevertheless, everyone could only hide their smiles as the young mermaid destroyed herself and chose the shop’s special curry, said to be something only sold as a novelty. Undeterred by Asmodeus advising her to stop. She suffered the heat, with her blue scales turning pale red, showing her pain when added to her swollen lips and tears.

“H-Hmph!”

Thorim and Logan loved the spicy curries of the far east, sweet, spicy, filled with mysterious and almost magical spices that could turn one dish from a plate of bland, meaty heat, to an orgasmic, savoury explosion of flavour in your mouth.

“Pwahaha, Lass, why are ya try’na compete with the owner?”

Pale beer and rice spit from Logan’s beard as he mocked Nerim. After taking some time to unwind, the entire party lost their previous rush and weight. Now, at this moment, they all felt a sense of peace and calm that could vanish at any moment.

“Da’ stop making a scene!” Thorim tried to stop his half-drunk father, but the young half-dwarf couldn’t compete with the old man’s stubborn nature and soon became drawn into a drinking challenge.

Asmodeus, watching his party, couldn’t help but sigh, slipping an extra gold coin into Mu La’s palm with a bitter smile. “If anyone complains about the noise, use this to make it up to them. It’s been a while since we could rest in such a wonderful place.”

Mu La winked at him, slowly stroking his palm with her long, delicately maintained nails.

“No problem, handsome. Fufu.”

She slipped away after refilling their mugs, with a seductive charm about the shake of her hips and faint smile.

Pinch!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his thigh as the jealous mermaid pinched him.

“Don’t look…” Nerim’s soft, coquettish voice came from beside Asmodeus.

“Why not?”

He didn’t back off, leaning closer to Nerim while supporting Vivi with his right arm. Their faces came closer, noticing the slight blush across her face. ‘This girl is a little drunk, how cute of her.’

With their strength, the only way they could get drunk was by choice, which meant that the mermaid beauty felt secure enough to lower her guard with him.

“Stupid, all she has is a flat butt and old tits!” Nerim complained, speaking about Mu La as she touched her own hips, pulling on the dress to reveal the glistening blue scales beneath while giving a seductive upward glance to Asmodeus.

“Isn’t mine also ripe, and juicy?” Her moist red lips moved slowly as she spoke, their noses touching as she leaned closer.

Throughout the trip, and especially after arriving in Francel and saving Vivi, their relationship constantly lingered in a suggestive state. Asmodeus could handle this because of his experience, but for a young woman like Nerim, it was clearly difficult to manage and organise her emotions all the time.

“Well.”

Asmodeus leaned to the side, and he inspected her ‘goods’. With a smile on his lips, he nodded, shifting his gaze to the blushing mermaid’s face. Her smooth, brown skin reminded him of the golden sands to the west, while the ocean blue scales held the majesty of the ocean itself.

“Y-You!? D-Don’t look for so long.”

Like this, he teased the mermaid and pushed her onto the back foot; her confident and cheeky flirting visage crumbled into a lovely, adorable girl.

The irony was that Nerim was older than Asmodeus, much older. If not for his dense experiences, he might be the one wrapped around her finger—an exotic beauty with the bloodline of a siren and mermaid.

How could a hot-blooded young man resist that temptation?

Slowly, the dining room emptied, and Thorim dragged the drunken dwarf away with Zahir’s help while Logan spoke about his past war stories and achievements.

Asmodeus watched him with calm, gentle eyes.

Sometimes, he wondered why the old dwarf treated him as if he were the same age as the old bastard. Not that he minded. But sometimes his mind felt older than his actual body, but for things like fighting, women and spending money, he knew he was still that young twenty-one-year-old seeking fun.

“Let’s go, Nerim.”

Thankfully, she stopped drinking after he teased her, instead pouting and watching him with a sharp glare. He knew she wasn’t mad for real, because she rubbed her little foot against his thigh afterwards.

“Hmph, well, let’s go. I’ll help carry Vivi.” She leaned against him, using her shoulder to push him back, and grabbed the sleeping child from his lap.

The two of them shared the same room, and when reaching the third floor, both of them found the double arch quite elegant. When they stepped inside, their eyes shone at the sight because their room overlooked the northeast, and they got a fantastic view of both the ocean in the north and the sea of sand to the east.

“Where is…” Nerim’s voice trailed off as she found the second room, with a small pair of beds, a little mirror and a wardrobe. The decor matched the aesthetic of Hansberg, with spiralled shapes and bright colours. “Sleep well, little V.”

After tucking the young oni into bed, Nerim approached Asmodeus after closing the door with a clear click.

The magical enchantment on the door meant that unless there was an emergency or the sun rose, it would not open. Vivi’s door would remain locked from the inside. Thankfully, there was an en suite bathroom and shower and a small cool box with drinking water inside.

“It seems that the proprietress set things up well.” Asmodeus lifted a glass of brandy to his lips with a smile. This feeling of luxury was close to when he went home; the empress now held more prestige than he did. But that was fine as long as his wives had fun.

“Let me join you.”

Hesitantly, Nerim came closer.

That’s when he noticed her change of clothes. After entering Vivi’s room, she switched from the thick dancer’s gown to a light blue babydoll, the under silk so soft and thin he could make out the smooth shape of her drooping breasts, her neat areola and large pink nipples.

‘Whoa.’

Anyone could tell this wasn’t something you wore for a simple ‘drink’ with someone.

His eyes narrowed, the shape and thickness of her nipples quite surprising as sparkling blue scales wrapped around her two mounds.

“W-What’s the matter?” Nerim’s stutter would have given everything away if not for her pure red cheeks and the brightness of her scales in the middle of the evening. They carried enough light that they did not need candles.

“Well.”

Asmodeus swallowed, trying to avert his gaze, but this outfit was clearly a man-killer; the silk clung to her delicate curves, a thin waist which grew into wide, squishy hips with a lot of extra meat just like her muscular thighs.

Thanks to the blue scales, he could see almost everything…

“Do you even want me to answer that?” He tilted his glass and smiled back.

Her eyes shifted away from him, constantly darting between the windows and his body, twiddling her fingers while breathing faster and faster.

Ba-Dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Nerim’s heart thundered in her chest; she might not have known this. But he could hear each beat and how it rapidly pounded inside her chest with each step closer she came to him. He narrowed his eyes, enjoying the sight.

“I—!”

She hesitated, her cheeks turning bright red, glancing at him with her big blue eyes, their surface wet and shimmering like the ocean outside.

‘How long has this fine wine been maturing?’

Asmodeus put off anything beyond touching or light kissing. First, he got permission, then he learned more about her. All to avoid the same mistakes he made in the past, rushing into relationships and ending up feeling overwhelmed.

He’d done enough prep work.

Now was the time to cash in on his investment.

Asmodeus took her hand, gently pulling her onto his lap, the wooden boards squeaking as her weight settled on his thigh. Their eyes met, and Nerim took a sharp breath, her hand clenching his tightly.

“Nerim, I—”

Before he could finish, she closed her eyes and blocked his mouth with a kiss.