Volume 1 - CH 2.01

Part 1

Just why are the levels of the adventurers of this world lower than in the game?

This was a question that Diablo carried from the case with Galak.

This was also something that he should probably investigate.

——I still don’t have enough information.

To start with, he decided to try asking Rem and Shera about the state of affairs in detail.

Come to think of it, sharing a room with those two girls, and, moreover, there was one bed——it was that kind of situation that would be impossible in the real world, but he went sound asleep.

His sleepiness was way too strong and he occupied the bed, but when he thought about it, he did something inexcusable. Just where did the girls go to sleep last night?

——Ah, come to think of it, if I die, the slavery will be released, won’t it.

Was that a bit careless? No, both of them looked like they needed Diablo.

Rem in particular held a reason that needed as much trust as possible. And in Shera’s case, she probably didn’t have a personality that would assassinate someone in their sleep to begin with.

「For now, I guess I should look for those girls……」

Diablo took a breath. And then, as he tried to raise his body, he put his hands to his left and to his right.

*Muni*

*Monyun*

There was a soft sensation.

Diablo was surprised and shrank back from the cushiony touch that not even the beds of the real world had reached.

Rather, it was the sensation of a living creature-like thing. It was warm after all.

——It couldn’t be.

An impossible development crossed his mind.

「……Alright, calm down, me. This isn’t an anime or manga, and though I’m sharing a room with two girls, just because I don’t see their appearances, I shouldn’t be hasty in thinking something like that.」

The one that went *Muni* was——the Pantherian girl that wore only black, thin clothes on her body, Rem.

The one that went *Monyun* was——the Elf girl that covered her voluptuous body with only a loose robe, Shera.

It was above the clothes but, Diablo’s right hand was touching Rem’s breast and his left hand was touching Shera’s breast.

He stopped his breath.

——Don’t be flustered! I mustn’t be flustered! Demon Kings don’t get flustered!

He was gushing out sweat.

With his thoughts spinning around in his head, he somehow thought of what his next action would be.

Just like a Demon King, it should be dignified behaviour!

——Yosh! I’ll gently slip out.

He was way too pathetic. No, it probably couldn’t be helped. Although he was called a Demon King, it was just a role play. Something like waking up in between girls beautiful enough that they look like CG or touching the breasts of those girls, he was incapable of dealing with those things.

Diablo was level 150 as a Magician, but in personal skills——Especially with girls, his EXP was 0.

In order to quietly slip away, he first had to remove his hands from the two’s chests.

He couldn’t separate them.

It was as if they were stuck to them.

What is this, glue?

——My mind (heart), it’s refusing to remove my hands!?

The temperature and the softness of the girls that he came in contact with, their sweet smell, it was all bewitching enough that it was more than plenty to crush his will.

His fingers moved on their own.

He was going to grope the two’s chests.

Rem was moderate as her appearance suggested, and was a bulge that was great even when facing up. Or possibly, they were made to bulge up. Or maybe, it’s better while they’re bulging? It was that kind of feeling.[2]

For Shera, they were amazing. His fingers sank in.

And despite sinking in, a proper amount of elasticity forced them back up.

He was starting to feel dizzy from the unbelievable springiness, and the volume that couldn’t be fully held in Diablo’s large hand.

——This world, does it by chance not have any underwear? Or do they take it off when they go to sleep?

The sensation was awfully direct, and there was no limit to the softness of it.

One thin cloth.

「Rem, you should stick out your chest confidently. A bulge is also something to take pride in.」

What the heck am I saying?

In the morning of the inn, Rem’s high-pitched scream resounded.

Translator’s Notes:

[1] Forgot to note this before but another reading for MP in this novel is 精神力, which is mental strength. On a side note, HP is 生命力, which is vitality or life force.

[2] I had no idea how to properly translate this part. Did the best that I could.