The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 119

The warm touch of that man’s hand.

Softly caressing her shoulder, he gently swept up her nape.

In response, she…

The Demon King.

In a voice barely audible, meant only for him.

With a hint of tension, she said, “N-no… We can’t… not here right now… huff!…”

In the next moment, despite the Demon King’s timid objection, an intense heat coursed across her nape.

His act of kissing one of her sensitive spots.

A Hero’s actions.

Unbeknownst to herself, the Demon King let out a soft moan.

Then, rather naturally, she began to slowly withdraw her hand, as it followed the flow.

Her hand moved to the Hero’s head right next to hers, and she started to gently stroke his hair, almost like petting a cat.

At the sight of her actions,

The Hero’s lips slowly started to rise toward hers.

Soon enough, they arrived at the place where her lips trembled ever so slightly with quiet anticipation.

Thus, the Hero’s and the Demon King’s lips began to overlap naturally.

At that moment…

“An expenditure proposal has been sent from the Elf Church Country.”

‘Oh no!’

‘Ugh… uhh.’

In the next moment, Beelzebub’s voice rang clearly in their ears.

At that moment, standing right before them, her gaze still fixed on the paperwork.

Both felt a rush as they tore their lips apart, returning to the status quo as quickly as possible.

“Ah… um… yes. The budget proposal… is it?”

“Yes, they mentioned that they would provide additional support for post-disaster recovery. It’s only natural since it was part of the negotiation.”

Speaking calmly with an unshakeable tone, Beelzebub continued.

“Oh… I see.”

In response, the Demon King made an effort to calm her previously heightened emotions as she received the documents.

At that moment…

“Is something bothering you?”

“Huh? Ah… no. That’s… not at all.”

“Your face is quite red though. Did I make the fire a bit too hot?”

“I’m fine. Don’t concern yourself. Let’s just finish the work.”

“…Yes, understood, Your Majesty, the Demon King.”

Thus, following the Demon King’s command, Beelzebub returned to her seat, focusing again on her paperwork.

Watching her, the Demon King struggled to calm the lingering excitement and began to wear a smile filled with peculiar enthusiasm.

‘This is… rather exciting…’

Thinking that, she subtly extended a hand toward the Hero.

The Hero carefully placed his hand over hers, holding it tightly.

Feeling the overwhelming sweetness of the warmth within their clasp.

At the same time,

When that day of reckoning arrives,

She thought to herself that she would surely take a definitive step further.

*

“That aside, it feels like work will never end these days.”

“Well… that seems to be the case… It seems there’s just too much to do now.”

The Demon King, buried in a pile of paperwork, was focused on the task at hand.

From beside her, Beelzebub, assisting with the work, casually glanced at the Hero standing guard beside the Demon King.

At first glance, their scene was nothing particularly unusual.

A diligent lord absorbed in work, with the Hero steadfastly guarding her side.

However,

In this moment, Beelzebub already knew.

What had transpired between the two throughout the ongoing tasks.

‘Surely those two… don’t think they’ve gone unnoticed with their actions?’

Five times.

That was how many times those two had shared secret skinship before Beelzebub on this busy day.

No, to be precise, it was the number of times Beelzebub had clearly sensed their actions.

How many more there would be, including the moments she missed entirely, was beyond her imagination.

From lightly holding hands with the Demon King to massaging her shoulder.

The Demon King reaching out cautiously to stroke the blushing Hero’s cheek,

Or even gently kissing the Hero’s nape.

Even nearing a kiss right before her eyes just moments ago!

While they seemed to enjoy their own thrilling romance,

From Beelzebub’s perspective, unintentionally peeking in…

No, forcibly witnessing it, her feelings swirled in sweetness mixed with bitterness.

‘Ugh… what am I even supposed to say? I can’t exactly call them out in plain view. Are they getting too cozy with each other?’

Originally, it was Beelzebub who suggested that the Demon King charm the Hero for the sake of the Demon Kingdom’s future, so politically, everything was unfolding according to plan.

The problem was, their relationship was progressing much better than she had anticipated.

Of course, it was a hundred times better than seeing strong individuals at odds for no good reason, but no matter how she put it, witnessing the steamy affection displayed by those two every time the Hero walked in was enough to turn Beelzebub’s stomach.

‘But… if this continues, even if they do get married, I suppose there won’t be worries in the strike zone. As long as they keep producing offspring…’

In fact, they were two of the strongest persons alive on this land.

If those two married and had children, it was easy for Beelzebub to imagine how terrifying those offspring would be.

Of course, treating the lord’s children simply as weapons felt a bit wrong.

However, just in terms of calculations, if they could produce a dozen Demon-level… or even stronger beings, then there would hardly be any nation on the continent that could stand against the Demon Kingdom.

‘If everything goes smoothly, that’d be great… but look at them now! This time it’s a kiss on the cheek! I’m sorry, but that leaves marks, you know? The red trace on the Hero’s face! Is the Demon King really that oblivious to it?’

With a myriad of words she wished to say barely held back,

Beelzebub forced herself to wear the mask of ‘I didn’t see anything’ once more.

‘Ha… damn it… Should I just get myself a lover too? Come to think of it, that guy isn’t half bad, even if he is a little psychotic…’

Suddenly, one person popped into her mind.

Regarding this, Beelzebub thought that perhaps, with the Immanuel Mass approaching, attempting to make a suggestion wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

‘From a certain point onward, that day has become a day for lovers, after all… heh, how did things turn out like this?’

*

After the training of the soldiers ended, Elias left for home.

In watching her, Samson surprisingly felt an odd sense of tension and cautiously spoke up.

“Hey.”

“…What’s up? Are you still not satisfied with the results of the mock training? I’m sorry, but no matter how harsh the sting of defeat is, you must accept it.”

“Uh… no, it’s not that. Umm…”

Clearing his throat slightly at the chill in Elias’s voice, Samson took a slight breath before approaching her, offering something.

“…What’s this?”

“Oh… it’s a ticket I picked up. It seems to be for a concert or something. I thought it might be better to go together rather than alone.”

“Hmm… whoever dropped this must be quite unfortunate. To have it coincide with the Immanuel Mass date, of all times.”

“Y-Yeah, you’re right about that.”

Samson, turning his gaze slightly away, struggled to keep his composure while speaking.

Seeing him, Elias offered a light smile.

And then…

“!”

“Not that I have anything else to do, but let’s meet then.”

With those words, she slipped the ticket he was holding between her fingers and faded away down the corridor.

Watching her retreating figure, Samson momentarily wore a blank expression, but then without realizing it, he clenched his fist tightly.

And at the same time,

As she turned her back on him and moved ahead.

She…

Elias blushed deeply, her face adorned with a rich smile.

‘This kind of date… it’s really been a long time.’