Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 362: Hora Mo Zenzen (1)

I seemed to recall hearing something like this once. They said that when a person was truly in a crisis, time felt like it stopped – what a load of crap.

But now, I kind of find it credible.

‘What the hell is this?’

The door, which was tightly shut, was torn off like paper. Thanks to that, a cold wind blew vigorously. I got chills and goosebumps.

In this whole process, no one opened their mouth first, and their bodies stiffened, their eyes wide open in fixation.

“That…”

Fortunately, my voice came out. It’s a relief that time didn’t actually stop. Or rather, I wish it had stopped, but since that wasn’t going to happen, Shiron tried to handle the situation first.

“Can’t you guys leave for now?”

But no matter how much courage I mustered to speak, not a single person was listening.

Meaning they had no intention of leaving.

Everyone just blushed, watching the embarrassing scene.

“M-Master!”

Was it just for a moment, Yuma stepped forward, remembering the urgency of the situation.

Having anticipated facing such a shameful situation, he was the quickest to recover.

“Now’s not the time for this! Please, get dressed first…”

“Yuma, what the hell is going on…”

“I’ll explain later, so for now…!”

“We found the Master!”

But it was already after the maids had arrived, and Yuma, who couldn’t even stand properly, was pushed aside in an instant.

“Kyaaah!”

“Master’s here!”

“So big!”

“Master’s hot!”

“Cover it!”

“What the hell is this?!”

In the end, the room became chaotic thanks to the maids who barged in. Shiron, grimacing at the screeching maids, hastily put on his pants.

“Why the sudden commotion!”

“Master! Master!”

“Master!”

“Really, just like Dorothy said, Master and the Demon Lord are doing it…”

“The Demon Lord got done!”

“Master defiled the Demon Lord!”

“He defiled her!”

“…Ha. Defiled, my ass.”

Shiron rubbed his reddened cheeks and sighed. His mind was in chaos. And he felt like dying of embarrassment.

He had an inkling someone was watching while he was in the middle of it. After all, Latera, the voyeuristic angel, always accompanied Shiron Prient’s sex…

But this was too much.

Even if he was having a good time by himself, opening the door would bring a wave of embarrassment. During sex, especially with dozens of people rushing in, causing a ruckus, the embarrassment was so immense it could drive one to suicidal thoughts.

“Quiet… please be quiet…”

Despite that, Shiron tried hard to calm the situation.

Did his courage in facing the embarrassment shine through? The room quieted down after some whispers. Shiron felt relief as the situation settled and spoke.

“Why are you here?”

“Master! It’s me!”

“Master! Dorothy said!”

“To kill the Demon Lord…”

“Encia, you idiot! Going to tattle on Master alone…”

“One at a time! One at a time!”

Once he gave them an opening, it got noisy again. Normally, they wouldn’t say a word when doing their maid duties, so why are they like this now?

With Shiron’s stern remark, the room fell silent once more. Shiron chose the maid who seemed to explain things best.

“Dorothy. You explain.”

“Master, not Dorothy! Dorothy betrayed…”

“Encia, be quiet. Didn’t Master ask me to explain?”

“Yeah, Encia. We’ll hear about the betrayal later.”

“Master…!”

Though Encia whined urgently, Shiron raised his hand to stop her. He heard the strange word “betrayal,” but since it was settled, he thought it was fine.

“Then… I will explain.”

Dorothy sent an indecipherable look towards Encia and cleared her throat.

“We were planning to kill the Demon Lord.”

“…Why?”

“Because Master didn’t kill the Demon Lord. More precisely, we thought Master was seduced by the Demon Lord and forgot the duty of a hero.”

“Forgot the duty of a hero?”

“Because you didn’t kill the Demon Lord.”

A finger pointed directly behind Shiron, or more accurately, at the scumbag hiding behind him.

It seemed to know well that it could survive by sticking close to someone, as the scumbag burrowed more into Shiron’s back the more the maids looked at it.

“You all came here to kill this guy?”

“Yes.”

“What if I say no?”

“Indeed, you were enchanted by the disgusting, lascivious groin…”

“What are you talking about! That’s too much!”

Yura screamed, cutting off Dorothy mid-sentence. The more she listened, the less she could bear it. Although Yura and the Demon Lord were separate entities, the Demon Lord was Yura’s past life, appearing in her youthful, prime form.

But…

A lascivious groin? A disgusting, lascivious groin…!

There were things one should say and things one shouldn’t, right?

Especially since it hadn’t been used once, it was practically covered in spiderwebs!

And after 10 years of being with a childhood friend without even seducing him, calling it lascivious.

It was completely unused, yet they said it was disgusting… Even the hair there was just soft, baby hair, yet they said it was disgusting…!

It was so unfair that tears welled up.

“?”

…At that moment. Yura’s gaze dropped.

The scumbag’s groin.

Still erect from all the fuss, with bubbles and an obvious liquid running down its thigh, yet the owner hadn’t even used it…

“…Oh.”

A small sigh escaped. Then, tears began to well up in Yura’s eyes.

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, then fell.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Drip. Drop.

“Ah… haha.”

“Yura?”

Laughter mixed with sobs came from near the bedside. Lucia was startled and looked up.

Yura. That Yura was crying.

Yura, who always led everyone with confidence. Yura, who seemed like she wouldn’t bleed even if you pierced her, was crying.

“Y-Yura! Why are you crying?!”

“Haha. What are you talking about, Lucia… Who said I was crying…?”

Yura wiped her eyes with her sleeve, rubbing hard. Then she bit her lip hard, trying to stop crying.

But spilled water cannot be gathered back.

“…”

Even though she tried to hold back her tears, everyone in the room was looking at Yura. The eerie silence filled the room, the earlier commotion forgotten.

“…What? Why are you all looking at me?”

“Yura…”

“What are you doing, Hyun… Shiron. Not even continuing what you were doing.”

Yura smirked and scratched the back of her head. But the silence didn’t break.

Lucia and the other maids were one thing, but even Hyun-joon couldn’t say a word, his eyes wide.

“Oh…”

An unbearable awkwardness. The feeling of being a hindrance. Because of me, things aren’t moving forward.

Shame overwhelmed her.

It wasn’t because she shed tears without understanding the situation. Even Yura herself couldn’t quite grasp why she was crying now…

It was just the pain of realizing that another woman, who looked like her past self, had been intimate with the one she loved the most.

But shame wasn’t about that.

“I…”

Because she had been foolish. She knew that many women surrounded Hyun-joon already.

She knew he was busy with many things.

Despite that, she realized she was causing trouble for Hyun-joon out of her selfish desires.

500 years ago, even before that, the boy she had loved.

She found the sight of herself struggling to prove her love to him momentarily pathetic.

Wasn’t that old love invisible? Such thoughts came to her mind, and she suddenly felt like her love was one-sided.

She only looked at Hyun-joon, but Hyun-joon didn’t only look at her.

There were already many women around him. Even Kyrie, who had been leading them together with Hyun-joon, had been with him.

Seira, who had sent them to Dawn Castle, had been with him too.

Not to mention Siriel. Even Viktor or Louise, who had already borne his child, were like that.

And even her. The one-horned Yuma was the same.

Her belly was swollen, and she could hardly stand, yet she was trying to take care of Hyun-joon.

But what was she, really?

She felt like she had put Hyun-joon in an embarrassing situation for no reason. Unable to control her emotions, she was just crying, becoming more of a hindrance…

“I’ll go outside, then. You deal with your business.”

“Yura?”

Yura turned away, ignoring Lucia’s words. There was an impulse to disappear forever, but Yura suppressed that urge.

She didn’t want to make the same mistake twice.

She couldn’t bear to make the biggest regret of her life twice.

Just as she had for the past 500 years. She only wanted to sit idly, waiting for Hyun-joon to finish his work.

Thud-

However…

Her step to leave was blocked by a large hand. Shiron firmly grabbed Yura’s shoulder. Her face contorted slightly from the strong grip, but Shiron was that desperate.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“…Since you seem busy, I was going to wait.”

Yura spoke without looking into Shiron’s eyes.

Because she was embarrassed. She had never shown tears even when she was young, but after all these years, she kept crying. This was problematic. She was the type who most hated the clichés of soap operas where tears turn a man’s heart…

Oh, this shouldn’t happen.

“I’m not busy.”

Shiron said, devoid of any humor. Then he looked around with a cold gaze.

“Kids. Get out for now.”

“Master?”

“Encia. You seem to have a lot to say, but please leave for now. You guys are too excited, and I need to sort out this situation.”

“…Yes.”

There could have been more to discuss regarding the treatment of the Demon Lord, and not just her, many demons wanted to argue about it.

Yet, the demons didn’t object to Shiron’s words. Seeing their young master so stern, for the first time in a long while, they couldn’t think he was bewitched by the Demon Lord, remembering back to 15 years ago when he declared himself a hero.

Thus, thirty-one demons left the room. Lucia also left the room.

Her face wasn’t thick enough to endure this awkward atmosphere, and she had the sense not to intrude between the two.

—————

“Now it’s quiet.”

The commotion had settled.

Shiron magically sealed the wide-open door again and cast a soundproofing spell to prevent anyone from eavesdropping or overhearing.

“What on earth is going on? Why come all this way?”

Shiron sat down beside Yura and spoke.

“Is there something urgent? And why did you suddenly cry earlier?”

“…”

“Are you going to keep your mouth shut?”

“…”

No matter how he called out, Yura remained silent.

“And what’s with that coat? Are you cold?”

Whoosh- Shiron waved his finger in the air, raising the room’s temperature. Yura had been clutching her coat tightly, standing like a statue.

“I’ve raised the room temperature. Speak up quickly. You know I’m impatient.”

“It’s, it’s nothing…”

“Why were you crying if it’s nothing? Did Siriel bother you?”

“No…”

“……Geez.”

Shiron sighed deeply as if the ground would cave in. Yura turned her head, feeling guilty.

—————

The sudden wave of sadness had subsided, but as it did, the absurdity of the situation made her feel uncomfortable and stifled.

‘How do I tell him I came because I wanted to have sex!’

But Shiron wasn’t one to stay quiet about it.

“If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make you talk?”

“…?”

Yura’s eyes widened. Make her talk by force? What was he going to do?

“W-w-what, what do you mean…”

Thud- A large hand moved to her side.

“What do you think? I’m going to tickle you until you speak… huh?”

‘What’s this?’

Suddenly, Shiron felt a hard sensation.

Something the size of a thumb was felt near Yura’s side. He thought it might be a button, but it wasn’t. Yura’s coat buttons were on the front.

So, it wasn’t a button.

It was something more familiar…

‘Familiar?’

“What’s this?”

“Ah…! What, what are you doing…!”

“Hold still!”

Shiron subdued the struggling Yura and tried to pull out the hard object he felt in her pocket. Finally revealed was…

“…”

A purple bottle.

Not just that. A pink-colored rod. Clinking handcuffs. A shiny rope…

“…”

Shiron looked back and forth between the obscene items in his hand and Yura. Her face turned as red as if it might explode from embarrassment. Her vision spun, and she felt like she wanted to disappear into the ground.

“No, no! This! It’s, it’s!”

Even after some time, Shiron couldn’t understand the situation.