Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Why Are You Coming Out From There (3)
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“Why pretend you weren’t there? No, why haven’t you come see me all this time?”
“I really don’t know what you’re...”
“Shh.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know what misunderstanding you’ve got, but this is no way to behave. And how do you know our house passcode? Isn’t this breaking and entering?”
Yu-ra, who had been silently listening to my excuses, twitched her eyebrow.
“Manners? Breaking... and entering?”
Yu-ra strode toward me, continuing.
“Rapist.”
“Cough? What the...”
“Will ‘Demon Lord’ ring a bell?”
“Hik!”
Yu-ra came right up to my nose and jabbed my chest with her finger.
The finger circled over my chest before slowly trailing up along my neck.
“The kiss mark’s gone?”
“K-Kiss mark? What kiss mark!”
I’d always laughed at criminals on TV stammering their words, thinking, Ugh, idiots, that’s why they get caught. But now that it was me? Damn, my tongue was actually tripping over itself.
“Stop denying it. I know everything. This face.”
Her hand stroked along my jawline.
“Sss... haa. This scent.”
S-She’s scary. For real scary.
Overpowered by Yu-ra’s intensity, I backed up into my room.
“I-I told you, I don’t know.”
Rustle.
That’s when, retreating backward, I stepped on something. Both our gazes shot toward it.
Yu-ra bent down, picked it up, and looked at me.
“Still gonna pretend you don’t know?”
That was the candy wrapper Yu-ra had given me?! Pomi, you fucking bitch! I told you to clean up!
And on the desk? The box the candies came in! Yu-ra rummaged through it and pulled out the card she’d written herself: To the Demon Lord, from Yu-ra.
“What about this?”
Fuck, I’m done for this lifetime.
Reading the resignation in my eyes, Yu-ra grinned.
“Oppa, you told people I was your girlfriend?”
“Huh? What do you... Ah!”
R-Right. Come to think of it, last time while messing around with Pomi during that call with Mom... Oh, that’s why Mom got the wrong idea!
I’d hung up and bickered with Pomi afterward, totally forgetting about it.
Pomi here, Pomi there. That bitch was behind every incident.
“S-Sorry about that! You can tell from my face, but I’m a total loner. I just boasted a bit because a pretty girl like you as my girlfriend sounded nice.”
The venom faded slightly from Yu-ra’s face as she heard me out.
“Your mom saw me and immediately said she recognized my voice from the phone, welcomed me... Do you know how flustered I was? So? Who’s that other girl?”
“Huh? G-Girl?”
“The girl who told your mom on the phone that she was your girlfriend.”
Just getting caught invisible was bad enough, but now my whole game was about to spill.
If Pomi got exposed too, things would get way messier... What excuse could I make?
“Oh, th-that was a cousin who was staying over briefly...”
“Your mom didn’t even know a cousin girl was at the house? Should I call her?”
Don’t bullshit me—Yu-ra raised her phone again.
Right? No way it’d fly.
I was desperately racking my brain when suddenly, the bathroom door in the living room burst open.
W-Wait, she went to wash up after peeing in her panties...
Pat pat pat.
No, Pomi. Not now. Don’t come out with timing like that.
Pat pat pat pat.
—Hey, hey, Pomi. No. Don’t come. Don’t come!
—What’re you eating without me?
—I said nooo! You glutton bitch, stay awayyy!
Pat pat.
“Hehehe, Jun-young, look! I washed nice and cl—Huh?”
She burst into my room with her dress hiked up to her navel, no panties, and froze the second she saw Yu-ra.
“...Huh?”
“Hep.”
Yu-ra, who’d turned her head, froze too. And so did I.
There was a cute little kid pussy on full display.
Yu-ra, horror-struck, stared at me and frantically punched the phone keypad.
“P-Pedophile.”
“Y-Yu-ra! It’s not like that. Don’t dial 112! I-I have things to explain! I’ll tell everything!”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A little later, Pomi and I knelt before Yu-ra, hands raised high.
“Haa... So, this girl’s a demon, her sister got captured by the Demon King, and you made a contract with her?”
Nod nod.
We both nodded in unison, and Yu-ra let out a deep sigh.
“You expect me to believe that...? Haa. So that’s why you can turn invisible?”
“Yeah. It’s a power from the contract.”
“Ch... Ha! Haha, demons? Demons... Got any proof?”
“Mia, show her your spirit form.”
“U-Ung.”
Shwooo—.
Pomi, who’d been standing there sulkily on her knees, turned transparent.
Yu-ra flinched as Pomi vanished right before her eyes.
“It’s... real...”
Shwooo—.
A moment later, Pomi reappeared.
—Jun-young, my arms hurt. Why do I have to kneel for some human girl? Should I just smack her?
—Hey, stay still. Don’t make this more complicated.
This too shall pass.
Meanwhile, Yu-ra’s face drained of color as she watched Pomi disappear and reappear.
“Sh-She can turn invisible too... O-Oppa? D-Did she see everything you and I did?”
Earthquake in Yu-ra’s pupils. And in mine too.
“Th-That’s...”
Before I could speak, Pomi shot up beside me.
“Hehe! That’s right, human girl Yu-ra! This succubus knows all your shameful secrets! Just the other day, you said, ‘Yu-ra pussy belongs to the Demon Looord!’ Pfft, Yu-ra pussy is the Demon Lord’s!”
Yu-ra’s face turned beet red at Pomi’s words and she hung her head.
Emboldened, Pomi shouted even louder.
“A-And I watched all those loli hentai on your computer! I even installed Legendary League on your family PC! Now feel the greatness of demoooons!”
Yu-ra, trembling, marched up to Pomi, grabbed her cheeks hard, and yanked upward.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“D-Doiiing, doiiing! H-Hehe hehe!”
She was saying, ‘Jun-young, save me! My jaw’s gonna pop!’
“L-Let go of my baby!”
“Your baby?”
“Hup.”
“B-Ba... baby...? Oppa. I’ve been wondering, did you do it with her too? With a little kid like this?”
“No, not yet.”
“...Yet?”
“N-No, I haven’t. Haven’t done it.”
“Ho ha hahaha!”
Pomi mumbled something while caught in Yu-ra’s grip, and Yu-ra loosened her hold like she’d give her a chance to explain.
“I’m not a kid! I’m older than you!”
“Hm?”
“I-I’m tw-twenty-three!”
Squish.
“Agyagyaa! Ahe! Aheee!”
“So? How old? Older than me?”
“Y-Yenteen. Call me sis.”
Heh heh, Pomi finally met her match. I’d wanted to smack her plenty of times myself—Huh? Pomi, why’re you looking at me?
“W-We’ve shared essence, but Jun-young keeps kissing me and groping my boobs.”
Yu-ra let go of Pomi’s head at that and turned to me.
Hey! Don’t drag me down with you! Die alone!
“N-No, Yu-ra. Don’t believe her. She’s a liar.”
“Liar? Did you kiss her? Don’t look away. Tell me.”
“Uh? Well, yeah, but—she’s twenty-three, right?”
“And her boobs?”
“Uh, um. Uh-uh?”
“Did you grope her tits?”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The storm passed.
After grilling me endlessly, Yu-ra heard me say ‘You’re my first girl’ and ordered Pomi to get out and close the door.
“Actually, just go hang out in the living room. Help yourself to whatever you want to eat.”
“W-Wow!”
Yu-ra had already mastered handling Pomi.
Damn, it took me getting jaw-slapped a few times to learn!
Pomi bounced out excitedly, and I got pounced on in my room.
“Hup, Y-Yu-ra?”
“You bastard. Do you know how long I waited?”
“Y-Yu-ra, isn’t today your dangerous day...? D-Did you bring a condom?”
She’d come planning to go at it from the start.
I knew she wasn’t normal, but still.
Guess that’s why Pomi recommended her first.
Yu-ra mounted me like she’d devour me whole, but beyond her yandere side, her M tendencies hadn’t changed. She still loved rough pounding with dirty talk during sex, so when we fucked, the power flipped.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Feels good? Huh, you slut? Spreading your legs for an ugly bastard like me—you can’t live without my cock now, can you? You filthy whore.”
Somehow, trash-talking more was leveling up my dirty talk skills?
“Haak, ahn, Oppa, Oppaaang. It’s ’cause it’s you, Oppa, eut!”
“Fuuuck, ‘Oppa’ sounds so damn hot.”
Screw the Demon Lord thing.
The cringy setup was immersion-breaking anyway. Oppa for the win!
“Haak, Oppa, ahn, Oppa. I-I...”
“Y-Yeah. Feels good? You’re loving it?”
“If you dump me, I’ll kill you. Ahhuk.”
“Ehek.”
“I’ll kill you and die with you. Hauk, hak, hak. Ahn. Oppa.”
Why won’t you go down hearing that, dick? Heave-ho, heave-ho.
“By the way, you... ugh, how’d you know I was a demon? Ugh, fuuuck, this feels insane, for real. How’d you know the passcode? Huh?”
“Ahn, l-last time you came to my place, ahn, Oppa, Oppa. I’m dying! Euu, eut.”
“She’s cumming solo here. Hey, you lewd slut. Hup, finish your sentence, yeah?”
Slap slap. Thud, thud.
“A-Aaaah. O-Oh ha? Th-The intercom, hup, I saw the door open, euk, the code from the... hidden cam, ahut. Heung.”
“H-Hidden cam? Y-You didn’t put any inside the house too, right?”
“...”
“You bitch?”
Stab, stab, staaab.
“Aaak! Ak! Ahn!”
“When’d you install them at my place? Huh?”
“O-On honeymoon!”
“Fuck, take them down now. Got it? Hup.”
“I’m dying. Ak! Die! I’ll... Aaak! O-Oppa. You’re so mean, haang. Ahhuk. Stop, ak!”
After that power-pounding session, we lay together chatting, and she slipped back into yandere Yu-ra mode.
“Haa... So? You die if you don’t embrace women because of the contract?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Just pay the system fee, but whatever.
“And girls you’ve done it with once barely give any points?”
“Yeah. Almost nothing.”
It wasn’t exactly true, but admitting otherwise would make targeting other girls awkward later. Better season it now.
Next time, sync up with Pomi too.
“Huu... Oppa.”
Yu-ra cupped my cheeks as she listened.
Remembering her hoisting Pomi earlier, I instinctively shrugged.
“I’ll believe you. Even if it’s a lie, I’ll pretend to fall for it.”
“Th-Thanks.”
“But don’t forget I’m your first. No matter how many girls pile up, dump me and you’re unforgiven. Got it?”
Nod nod.
“Don’t let me catch you with other girls. You don’t know what I’ll do if I get mad. And sleepovers need my permission.”
“Eh?”
What? Thirty years old and asking permission for sleepovers? You my mom? My wife?
“No answer?”
“O-Okay. Sleeping at home’s obvious anyway.”
“Listen well. You know I have your mom’s number? I know your family’s address too.”
“How’d you know that!”
“You asked whose it was before? I said it’s yours?”
“Oh? R-Right. You said Yu-ra pussy belongs to the Demon L...”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“I’m yours... and you’re mine.”
If I said Why am I yours?! I’d get hit. Better stay quiet.
Yu-ra grinned like something occurred to her and slipped her hand between my legs.
Stroke, stroke.
“Eut!”
Even after all that, her touch made my dick spring up.
“Whose is this?”
“Uh, u-ung?”
“Whose dick is Oppa’s?”
“Uuk, uum.”
Yu-ra blew softly in my ear and lightly gripped my balls.
“Huh? Who. Owns. Oppa’s. Dick?”
“Auk, Y-Yu-ra’s. It’s Yu-ra’s.”
The night was still young.