Ch.27Club Activities – 3

After a full week of recovery, Maker had finally regained his form and was now hurrying toward the Demon Lord’s chamber with quick steps.

The situation had been dire. His core, already his weakness, had been destroyed, leaving him barely able to maintain his form when he was attacked by the dark dragon Meligor.

Rather than being ejected back to the demon realm with an unseemly scream, he had managed to provoke Meligor until the very end before departing—though this was more like a desperate struggle using the last of his strength.

Had the merciful Demon Lord not postponed his report in consideration of his condition, he would surely have been punished for his failure.

‘From now on, I won’t make even the slightest mistake!’

With that thought and an enthusiastic snort, Maker was walking when someone suddenly plopped down on top of him. Long pink hair scattered in all directions.

“Hello, slime?”

“Who are you calling a slime! Who!”

Though it was more provocation than greeting.

Maker reflexively stretched his body long and convulsed. The woman who saw his reaction cackled.

“Yep, your reactions are still the funniest, Maker. The others don’t have a shred of humor… Stabbing me in the stomach over a little joke is too much. I almost had my mouth torn, you know?”

“Don’t change the subject, Astaroth! Calling an old colleague a slime! How could you compare me to such a low-grade monster! You’re disqualified as a guest, disqualified!”

A new head sprouted from the side of his neck and extended right next to the pink-haired woman. Astaroth licked her lips and poked the new head that had approached near her eyes.

“Sorry, sorry. As an apology, I’ll suck you off if you make yourself a dick. How about it?”

Astaroth made a circle with her thumb and index finger and brought it to her mouth. Her bright red tongue darted in and out through the circle. Despite Maker’s anger, she didn’t seem intimidated at all.

Beneath her lewd gestures was a nearly naked outfit revealing a voluptuous figure. If not for her long pink hair, her intimate parts would surely have been exposed.

“Enough! Just disappear quickly! I have a very important mission to carry out right now!”

“If you’re going to report to the Demon Lord, I’m doing the same. You know today is my regular reporting day, right? Why are you acting like this when you’re the one who pushed it to today because you were stuck in the recovery room for over a week?”

“…”

Maker, who had been stretching and contracting his body like a spring while raging, suddenly went quiet. This was something he hadn’t considered. If what she said was true, he was the one at fault here.

Having easily won the argument, Astaroth played with Maker’s head, kneading it, and Maker silently proceeded toward the Demon Lord’s chamber, accepting his guilt.

However, when she got bored midway and tried to start masturbating on his head with a fake centaur phallus, he couldn’t tolerate it despite his guilt.

“Approach. Denied.”

“State. Your business.”

When the two arrived at the Demon Lord’s chamber, the golems stationed beside it lowered their spears. Astaroth jumped down from Maker’s head as if it were natural and adjusted her already barely-there attire.

Maker, who had been glaring at Astaroth with his single eye, cleared his throat and spoke.

“I’ve come to report on what happened at Bellium Academy eight days ago.”

“Today is the regular reporting day.”

“List. Confirmed.”

“Entry. Permitted.”

The golems removed their spears and stepped aside. The door began to open slowly. Astaroth entered swaying her tail and hips, while Maker walked in with disciplined steps.

Inside sat the Demon Lord on an enormous throne.

The throne was massive but unadorned. It had been like that ever since the original throne made of human skulls was removed for being too old.

Every member of the Demon Lord’s army felt sad whenever they saw it. Was it because of their inadequacy that the Demon Lord sat on such a plain throne?

Unable to bear the sight, the legion commanders had gathered human skulls to make thrones and presented them several times, but they were only scolded, being told such things were unnecessary.

Everyone thought it was because the skulls used were of too low a rank.

“Third Legion Commander of the Demon Lord’s Army! Maker presents himself before the almighty Demon Lord!”

“Seventh Legion Commander of the Demon Lord’s Army, Astaroth presents herself before the almighty Demon Lord.”

Both knelt and bowed, hitting their foreheads on the floor with a thud. The Demon Lord, who had been sitting with one leg crossed and an elbow on the armrest, eyes closed with a bored expression, slowly lifted his eyelids.

His long purple hair that reached the floor swayed slightly, and his black horns curved on both sides exuded majesty. His pink pupils looked down.

“Are you well, Maker?”

“Yes, yes! I’ve recovered perfectly! I’m overwhelmed by your mercy!”

His body twisted up and down. Astaroth thought to herself that he really was like a slime after all.

“Good. Report.”

“Yes!”

Maker recounted everything that had happened without omission.

How he had contaminated the dungeon right when classes were starting to prevent the academy from responding in advance, and how he had attempted to create a real dimensional gate based on a fake dungeon core.

But how his plan had failed because of a student, how that student had stabbed his core, and finally how his body had been shattered by the dark dragon Meligor.

There was no falsehood in Maker’s explanation. Their Demon Lord was not one to judge subordinates based on a single failure.

After listening to the explanation and seeming to contemplate something, the Demon Lord asked:

“You said a student named Mira Crate interfered with you?”

“Yes! If it weren’t for him, the dimensional gate would have opened successfully!”

“…A name I’ve never heard before.”

Such a murmur escaped the Demon Lord’s lips, but neither Maker nor Astaroth heard it. The sound was too faint.

“Now it is your turn, Astaroth.”

“Yes, Demon Lord.”

Astaroth began her explanation. Since it was the regular reporting day, her content was quite detailed.

In summary, the ‘House of Astrierre,’ which had been infiltrated into the human world about 200 years ago, had gained considerable influence, and they had finally succeeded in planting a spy in Bellium Academy.

It was a remarkable achievement for a half-succubus to have deceived even the eyes of the dark dragon Meligor.

However, the Demon Lord, as if he had known everything all along, didn’t change his bored expression at all and simply dropped a casual remark.

“Well done.”

“Th-Thank you!”

Of course, that alone was more than enough for Astaroth. Her body trembled, and the area between her thighs became wet. Maker turned his head away with a disgusted look.

“I shall issue you a new order, Astaroth.”

“Ah, understood! Just tell me any order! If the Demon Lord wishes, I’ll seduce and bring even the human emperor!”

“Gather every piece of information about the student named Mira Crate and bring it to me. Even trivial matters will do. Do not leave anything out.”

“Yes, Demon Lord!”

The rest went smoothly. Astaroth, having received a new mission, withdrew while humming a tune, and Maker withdrew with encouragement to focus on recovery.

In front of Maker, whose mood had slightly dampened, Astaroth ostentatiously took out a crystal ball. As pink energy seeped into the crystal ball, images of the human world began to appear on its surface.

“Whose view is this?”

“Roxanna Astrierre. The one I said we placed in Bellium Academy— Kyaa! Who is this handsome man? Did she seduce him for me?”

Seeing Astaroth rubbing her lower abdomen as if she might display hearts in her pupils, Maker looked at the crystal ball with contempt.

“It’s him! It’s him!”

And he stretched his body and jumped up.

“Goodness! What do you mean ‘it’s him’?”

“This is the Mira Crate I was talking about! Ugh, how dare, how dare, how dare, how daaare—!”

Astaroth, who had been staring curiously at Maker as he twisted his body in rage, turned her eyes back to the crystal ball.

“Really? That’s interesting. What a coincidence. Roxanna wouldn’t have known to seduce him…”

Judging by the appearance of someone earnestly explaining something, it seemed they had just naturally become involved during academy life. And to think this was the one who had destroyed Maker’s core.

Realizing the situation, Astaroth smiled suggestively.

“Hmm. Then let’s have a little fun, shall we?”

“Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?”

Roxanna, who had been continuing her explanation, let out a soft moan with a flushed face.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

‘Nothing, my foot.’

She seemed to have composed her expression quickly, but my eyes couldn’t be deceived. She must have received an order from the Succubus Queen. I’d heard that due to the Succubus Queen’s unique dominance, they feel pleasure when receiving orders.

‘Then she must be observing us right now…’

I examined the surroundings with detection magic as inconspicuously as possible. There were no objects with mana waves. It seemed she was sharing vision through the eyes.

My prediction was spot on. After that, Roxanna’s behavior changed. The number of times she glanced at me increased dramatically, and the distance between us, which had been quite far, had somehow narrowed to right beside me.

‘I hope it’s not unnecessary attention.’

Succubi, as a racial trait, can recognize faces from the same perspective as other races. An orc’s standard of handsome and a human’s standard of handsome are 180 degrees different, but a succubus perceives both as good-looking.

Priscilla had been extremely worried after explaining about the Succubus Queen, the 7th Legion Commander of the Demon Lord’s Army, Astaroth. She said the Succubus Queen would definitely take an interest in me if she saw me.

“I’ll continue explaining. This is the student council room. There are six members including me. There’s nothing particularly special except… Oh, right. Except for the Crown Prince, everyone is female, so keep that in mind. Perhaps they want to bring you in because they need a man.”

“…”

I quietly brushed off the goosebumps on my arm. She probably just meant they needed someone of the same gender, but when that someone was the Crown Prince, it felt really unsettling. Damn perverts.

‘It’s similar here too.’

I forcibly changed my train of thought. Here too, similarly, as soon as someone had a slightly higher position, the ratio of women increased suspiciously. The student council was no exception, with everyone being female except for the Crown Prince.

‘A yuri light novel… I can understand to some extent…’

But the attitude of Priscilla and Rosaria when explaining it bothered me. Saying it was “for now” a yuri light novel only added to my suspicions.

I still didn’t understand what it meant for it to be “for now” a yuri light novel. Did it mean there would be a drift later?

‘It’s also strange that an academy in a yuri light novel is co-ed.’

Whether it’s a light novel or not, if the tags are yuri and academy, the setting is almost certainly an all-girls school. Not an awkwardly female-heavy co-ed school like this.

An academy with the yuri tag where men also appear—unless the author was exceptionally confident in their work, they wouldn’t take such a risk.

When I pointed this out, even those who had explained it looked as if they thought I might be right. I could excuse Priscilla for forgetting after living for over 500 years, but Rosaria shouldn’t be like that yet.

‘…Well, it’s called the 4th time, but in terms of time, she’s lived for over 20 years.’

Thinking about it that way, it seemed plausible that she might have forgotten the original novel.

“Ahem. Maybe it’s because I’ve been talking a lot, but it’s a bit hot.”

While I was lost in thought, Roxanna, who had been fanning herself for a while, finally brought her hand to the buttons of her shirt.

Her fingers began to undo the buttons one by one, revealing a cleavage soaked with sweat. A single drop of sweat rolled down and disappeared between the valley of her not-so-small breasts.

Not stopping there, Roxanna slightly lifted her skirt and twirled around with a seductive smile.

“Shall we continue?”