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Charlotte left, and soon after she was followed by another maid who came into the parlor.

Number 25 hurriedly hid the underwear that Charlotte had given her inside her clothes and greeted the maid with an awkward posture.

“Ah, hello.”

The maid, who was seeing her for the first time, did not respond to No. 25’s greeting. She looked around the messed up room and spoke briefly to No. 25, who was standing still.

“You can go.”

“Me too… .”

The maid waved her hand and refused even before No. 25 finished speaking.

“It’s okay. What would the devil say if he found out I made you clean?”

No. 25 left the living room, watching the maid who had no choice but to start cleaning on her own.

While everyone else was busy moving around in this large castle, I felt like I was living in a world far removed from time.

As he was walking aimlessly down the hallway, someone placed a hand on No. 25’s shoulder.

When I reflexively turned my head, there was a familiar face there.

“Hilda?”

Hilda smiled and lightly slapped No. 25 on the back.

“What kind of person are you? Just call me Hilda.”

“But… .”

As if telling her not to say anything more, Hilda closed her mouth and glared at No. 25.

“We’re friends who drank together, right? It’s even weirder to use honorifics between friends.”

It was the first time since I came to the castle.

A weak man who receives the love of both the Demon King and the maid, and is reluctant to talk to him or ask him to do something, or just wants to do something. Instead of that, I saw someone who treated No. 25 as a human being on an equal footing and only as a friend.

Number 25 carefully called Hilda’s name in a trembling voice.

“Well, then… Hilda?”

Hilda smiled sadly and put her arm around No. 25’s shoulder.

“Yes, it’s much better that way.”

“Hilda, why did you come here… No, why did you come?”

It wasn’t easy to speak informally yet, but it didn’t sound too bad.

“Me? I was just cleaning. I’m just telling this secretly to you, but don’t you clean this place so often that you feel like it’s a bit excessive? For things like cleaning, you can just do it once and leave it alone until it gets dirty enough to be noticeable, right?”

It’s not something a maid would say, but it actually seemed different from the maid who was just stiff.

Number 25 walked along with Hilda heading downstairs and occasionally asked her questions.

“You didn’t drink today?”

In response to No. 25’s question, Hilda licked her lips with regret.

“Oh, you can’t drink today. I have something to do at night.”

“Are you working at night too?”

It was the first time I had heard of No. 25, who only sleeps at night or plays against Charlotte or Aser. Since Charlotte, the head maid, hangs out with No. 25 at night, I had no idea that the maid below her would also work at night.

“Of course I work.”

“Then what now?”

“I finished everything I had to do in the morning. I’m going to take a break now. Do you want to take a break too?”

Number 25, who was already standing still and resting with nothing to do, but wanted to spend time with others, immediately nodded.

After confirming No. 25’s intention, Hilda immediately went down to the first floor and headed to the restaurant.

“Sit in that empty seat over there.”

Hilda made No. 25 sit down in the empty seat first, and with familiar movements brought the cookies and milk from today’s snack to the table where No. 25 was waiting.

Hilda asked No. 25 while sitting across from her and putting a well-baked brown cookie into her mouth.

“But what is your relationship with the Demon King and Charlotte?”

In response to the question that seemed to have come straight out of his mouth without passing through his brain, No. 25 coughed as the milk he was drinking got stuck.

Hilda laughed out loud when she saw No. 25 like that.

“What is it? Why are you so surprised? Are we really going to be dating?”

Number 25 asked back in an embarrassed voice while wiping the milk that had splattered on the table.

“Well, what does that mean?”

“No, before you came, the Demon King or the head maid rarely showed a smile. It seemed like you both had some free time these days, so I asked you if it had something to do with it.”

I was honestly curious about Aser and Charlotte before they came to the castle. Number 25 looked at Hilda with sparkling curiosity.

“What were the Demon King and Charlotte like before I came?”

Hilda was lost in thought as she chewed the cookie in her mouth. Hilda trembled slightly as she remembered the images of the girls in the past.

“To be honest, I was scared.”

“Are you scared?”

I understood that Charlotte was scared. When No. 25 first saw Charlotte, he felt a sense of crisis that he might be eaten by her energy.

But I didn’t understand why Aser was scary. Although she is said to show a strict appearance, she basically always treats the maids kindly and almost always smiles in front of No. 25.

Hilda sipped milk and resumed her interrupted conversation.

“I heard you also followed the patrol today? You’ve seen how District 7 is doing now, right? Because of that problem, Demon King, I always walked around with a frown on my face, and often screamed alone in my room. What about the maid… Is it really necessary to say this?”

I couldn’t imagine Aser screaming alone in his room.

No. 25 enjoyed the conversation with Hilda, imagining aspects of Aser that he did not know about.

In the midst of all the chatter, Hilda took out a watch from her pocket and stood up, saying, “It’s already time.”

Number 25 looked up at Hilda and asked with a regretful expression.

“Are you going now? You didn’t say all work was done in the morning… Didn’t you?”

“Sorry, I’m done with everything I had to do in the morning, but now I have to help prepare lunch. Are you going to play again later?”

Hilda saw that No. 25 nodded slowly, smiled awkwardly, picked up the empty bowl on the table, and disappeared into the back of the kitchen.

Number 25 was left alone again, but with the expectation that Charlotte and Aser would come to the restaurant when lunch time came soon, Number 25 sat quietly and waited.

However, Aser and Charlotte never showed up at the restaurant after lunch or even dinner.

He briefly thought about going to their room to see if something had happened, but in No. 25’s head, he was giving orders not to go into their room without permission.

No matter how much favor they received, there were clear lines that slaves had to follow.

In the end, No. 25 trudged towards his room.

I took off the clothes I had worn all day, changed into pajamas, lay down on the hard bed, and took a long breath toward the moldy ceiling.

It was no exaggeration to say that today was the most hectic day since coming to the Demon King’s Castle.

Orca, the Demon King of District 6, who brought a storm to the Demon Castle, and Aser, who did not seem to be on good terms with her.

Charlotte left with only underwear instead of the sex she thought she would have, horns that began to regenerate, and the first friend she made.

The mixed emotions of joy and sadness lasted all morning.

Even though I tried to sleep with the blanket over my head, I couldn’t fall asleep easily. The eyelids were as light as a feather, and the pupils were clear. Number 25, who usually falls asleep within 10 minutes, was not used to the current sensation. Even though I tried to toss and turn to sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep easily once I became aware of it.

As I lay down on the bed, my head didn’t know, but my bladder, which had been quiet until now, sent a signal as if the tension in my body was slowly dissipating.

Number 25, who put down the blanket and got up from the bed, noticed Charlotte’s underwear that she had put on the shelf while taking off her clothes earlier.

I don’t know what he was thinking when he did that, but No. 25 headed to the bathroom, hiding only Charlotte’s underwear bottoms under his pajamas.

Number 25 arrived at the bathroom located on the first floor, emptied all the urine that had accumulated inside, and began to shiver.

After emptying his entire bladder, No. 25 looked around to make sure no one was around and took out Charlotte’s underwear.

Even though I had just peed, I began to think about my cock being hard and erect and Charlotte’s words telling me to be satisfied with it.

How on earth are you supposed to be satisfied with this? Number 25 looked around at the underwear, found an area with a wet mark, swallowed, and brought it up to his nose.

Even though some time had passed, Charlotte’s underwear still gave off a lewd scent that made me dizzy. A desire that had never existed before welled up in No. 25’s heart.

No. 25 ended up crossing a line that humans should not cross.

Number 25, who had never masturbated before, buried his face completely in Charlotte’s underwear, took a deep breath, remembered the caresses Charlotte had given him, and grabbed the pole of his dick and started moving it up and down.

The sound of dry skin being rubbed slowly began to echo in the quiet night bathroom.

As I masturbated with the scent of Charlotte filling my nasal passages, I even had the illusion that Charlotte was doing it for me.

Before the shame of doing something like this with my own hands, a pleasure that felt like my brain was melting took over my body.

I fully understand that masturbating in a bathroom with a woman’s underwear is against general etiquette. I also knew that this was something a man should not do. But it was impossible to stop now.

No. 25 was immersed in the pleasure of his first masturbation and was unable to make a proper decision.

For No. 25, who had never known human warmth until now, Charlotte’s body came as an absolute happiness.

I can’t stand it if I have the underwear of someone I like. You can’t hide your pleasure. That wasn’t that strange to No. 25, who didn’t know anything about the world. It was a completely natural thing.

The sound of flesh clashing against flesh rang out in a certain rhythm.

Obviously, doing it on your own was less stimulating than using someone else’s help. There was a wall of reality that even imagination couldn’t completely fill, but it wasn’t particularly annoying.

As I was engrossed in masturbation, my dick began to swell as if I was about to release semen. For my first masturbation, I ejaculated quite early.

He wanted to stain Charlotte’s underwear with his semen. With that one thought, No. 25 began to increase the speed of his hand shaking his dick.

… It was then.

The bathroom door opened with a click.