Chapter 52: I can’t control myself🪖😭🐮

In the Ruins of Demon King Castle, the slaves had long since fallen into a deep sleep after a day’s labor.

But there was always someone who couldn’t behave—naturally, that was the restless Gerard.

He hadn’t touched a woman for days, and a bulge had formed in his pants.

He tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep, and he couldn’t wait for Emilia to come over.

Countless thoughts swirled in his mind.

Damn it, I’ve already said so much, showed so much regret, acted so sincere—why won’t she come find me?

Doesn’t she know how miserable I am?

Is she blaming herself?

Resigned, he got up in the night and decided to go out to look for Emilia.

After all, she was a girl, it was understandable for her to be a little shy, so he would just have to take the initiative.

He casually found a random Overseer who seemed to have just gotten off work, and asked him in passing, hoping to get some information.

To his surprise, it was that easy to find out her whereabouts.

“She’s right over there, at the very center. Speaking of which, what are you looking for Lord Sig’s wife for? It’s the middle of the night, the two of them should both be resting. If it’s not something urgent, I advise you to wait until tomorrow.”

Although the relationship between the two hadn’t been made explicit, their usual interactions and conversations were enough for the slaves under them to accept the claim that they were husband and wife.

Have you ever seen a man and woman in a pure relationship live together? Sleep in the same bed? Share everything with no secrets…?

“What? You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want! Watch your mouth or I’ll tear it right off! Emilia is my woman! We grew up together, childhood sweethearts, you know? Right now she’s just mad at me, and she’s just putting on an act with that Sig guy, it’s just for show to make me regret things. I’ll coax her a little and she’ll come back to me, you’ll see.”

“I thought you’d gone crazy. Oh, oh, oh, so you’re that Hero, huh? I didn’t recognize you at first. Thanks to you, I ended up like this. I’ll remember you. Just you wait, Gerard.”

The slave Overseer smiled, shook his head lightly, and didn’t say much more.

He left a harsh word, but didn’t take any action.

He just patted the Hero on the shoulder, gazed deeply at his backside, and teased him with a touch of amusement.

“Hm, boring.”

It was obvious Gerard didn’t care about the other’s mockery.

He carried himself with an air of dominance, because he had more important things to do—he was looking for his one and only true love, the only woman he could entrust his life to: Emilia.

Maybe she was already waiting for him.

Then they’d lie on the bed, she’d say she forgave him, and that all those things before were just to make him mad.

They’d get to know each other deeply, it would be perfect.

Just imagining it filled his heart with light, and he couldn’t help but stiffen again.

He arrived at the tent not far away, the scent of a young girl wafting out, a gentle fragrance that put people at ease—it was the smell of a mother.

Sure enough, she was waiting inside for his favor.

He knew she hadn’t given up on their feelings.

She couldn’t let go, and neither could he.

Emilia, you’re still too shy, huh?

Guess I’ll have to come to you myself, but it doesn’t matter.

After all, I’m the one who wronged you, so I’ll forgive your boldness this time.

He licked his lips, adjusted his pants, and was about to barge in—only to be blocked by a powerful Barrier.

He couldn’t break through, and when he touched the colorless, odorless, transparent wall, he couldn’t get inside at all.

This was a simple thing Hajimi had set up because he hated being disturbed while sleeping, and didn’t want any perverts peeping in.

Gerard, caught up in his own delusions, was moved to tears as he imagined things, speaking emotionally out loud.

“What the hell is this? Is this a test from Emilia, to see if I’m sincere, if I have determination? You really are a little minx.”

If he were at his peak, dealing with something like this would be nothing, he could do it easily.

But now he was powerless, and could only stare helplessly.

He had no intention of trying to break it, since he couldn’t anyway.

He was about to call Emilia’s name, when he noticed the shadows cast inside the tent.

A man and a woman, tangled together, sparks flying, their actions intimate.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, his eyes widened, a stabbing pain piercing his heart.

He couldn’t accept it, couldn’t believe it.

When the lamp inside was finally extinguished, he could no longer see what was happening.

He quickly realized what it meant.

He wanted to go in, but couldn’t, blocked outside.

Despairing, he began to shout and scream, as if forced to wear a thousand green hats.

If it had just been a kiss before, he could have accepted it, but now this had gone beyond any kind of joke.

“Emilia, do you hate me so much? Do you want to lose your purity just to hurt me, even right in front of my eyes? I was wrong, I really was, please, I beg you, don’t go on, you can only be my woman, no other man can touch you, whatever you want I can give you…”

His voice was so loud it was frightening, mixed with tears of regret.

He knelt on the ground, pounding it hard, wailing like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Naturally, this woke quite a few people who got up to check on things, and even startled Hajimi, the Demon King, inside the tent.

At this moment, he was on the bed, looking at the beautiful Emilia beside him in the dim light.

Like a gentle wife, she was carefully helping him remove his clothes, her touch soft and gentle.

The ambiguous atmosphere could no longer be suppressed, especially with their passions flaring.

The two of them undressed and folded their clothes together by the bed, just like their current situation.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would lose control and do what comes most naturally to man and woman.

But the unexpected did happen…

Sig wasn’t disturbed by Gerard’s shouting outside.

His Barrier could completely block out sound.

Instead, it was because something was stirring in the territory of Demon King’s Castle, which roused him and made him fully awake.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to calm down, and let out a long breath.

“Sorry, Emilia, I really can’t go through with this.”

He gently grasped the girl’s slender hand, shook his head lightly.

His heart just couldn’t get past it, and he couldn’t do something irresponsible.

I’m a man of pure love, after all.

Slowly, he got up and left the warmth behind, getting ready to tidy his messy clothes and hair.

Behind him, the girl’s voice was soft, but there was no blame in it.

She used her slender hand to pull the blanket up and wrap herself.

“I understand, Sig. I was too impatient. I’ll keep working hard to become worthy of being your wife.”

“……”

He didn’t know what to say.

He pulled up his pants, scratched his head in frustration, and was about to go deal with things.

But this made him feel like an irresponsible jerk.

He had to take responsibility like a man, even if they hadn’t gone all the way.

Let this be a warning and a lesson to himself.

Never again.

His tone carried a hint of apology, and he took advantage of the lingering ambiguous atmosphere to say things he normally wouldn’t.

“Um, Emilia, I understand your feelings and I see your sincerity—it’s really heavy. Honestly, I was a bit out of line just now, but not too much. The things you did made it impossible for me to accept you, even to treat you like this, but that doesn’t mean it will always be this way. I’m not just stringing you along. I’ll seriously think about it from now on, maybe try to do things that mean accepting you. I’ll also try to forgive you, I guess. Sigh.”

He paused, giving himself a way out, hoping he wouldn’t regret saying these words in the future.

Hopefully.

“But don’t get your hopes up too much. I said maybe. I don’t know if I can forgive you—it depends on how you act. And, I have high standards for a wife, Emilia. You can’t meet them. At most, we can just be ordinary friends in the future. That’s the limit of what I can accept.”