Before the wedding ceremony, introductions to relatives are necessary since they will soon be family.
“Why am I always naked?”
“It’s a request from the bride who wants to see everything of her husband-to-be, you should be pleased.”
I remembered seeing the appearance of slaves in a book long ago. They wore wooden boards with holes around their necks, and their hands were shackled through holes beside their necks, resembling a guillotine. And they were naked…
“Can’t my husband-to-be’s request be heard?”
“What request is that?”
“I want to be clothed, and to have this board around my neck removed…”
“Rejected. I know your speed, husband-to-be. Honestly, I wanted to make it an iron plate.”
“And the clothes?”
“It’s my preference.”
The person who is to become Alma’s husband seems destined for hardship. Please exclude me from that candidate list, and remove this collar and let me wear clothes. I don’t have anything I can boast about to become a nudist.
When I helped Alana and the prisoners escape, I had already become a nudist, and the thought of the escaping people seeing me made me want to run away out of shame. I wonder how many people saw my slime form.
Since then, I’ve been naked all the time. I was given a collar, but the wind blowing through my crotch is refreshing. I wish I could wear clothes before it becomes a habit.
Now, we are waiting for guests side by side in the depths of the mansion Alma had taken over. Perhaps because she’s a demon or because she’s important, demons and haughty Orcs have been constantly coming to greet us.
“Who are all these demons? They’re staring at me.”
“They are subordinates and acquaintances. They’ve all come to offer wedding congratulations.”
I wonder how many there are. It seems the marriage between a human and a demon is unusual, as a considerable number of people came to greet us and see my naked form.
I feel like my spirit is about to break. Some demons are touching me inappropriately, and I’m being laughed at. I feel like using this wooden board, which serves as a collar, to smash Alma’s head in.
The morning was spent standing and receiving greetings. The afternoon was just as busy with experiments, where I was made to channel magic power or cut to pieces.
They aren’t trying to get information from me. If that were the case, I could endure torture, but they are conducting experiments, observations, and demonstrations. My demonic blood heals any wounds with time. The problem is my prosthetic left arm and the Petty knife, which go wild when magic power is channeled into them.
These things are beyond my control. Magic power is arbitrarily infused and drained, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted.
I wish we could be alone, but experiments usually come with assistants. Swinging a Buster Sword in front of a crowd is pure torture. The only solace is that the one I’m swinging at isn’t a repulsive Orc, but Alma.
“How was it? For me…”
Naked man and woman in bed. One a demon, the other a human. If I can become a bridge between races that hate each other in this world… I’ll consider that if you take off this slave collar!
Why do I even have a collar in bed? The pillow height isn’t right, so the board of the collar digs into my neck and it hurts. I can’t even see well. And if I try to touch, my hands are attached to the board, so I can only rotate my wrists.
“It was the best…”
If only I didn’t have this collar… This is a secret I’ll take to my grave. One day, I’ll kill her to destroy the evidence. I’ll cut off her limbs, behead her, and display her head at Sanjyo Kawara.
“Of course. Our love for each other is perfect. I’ll continue to cherish you.”
I will definitely kill her. I will kill her before my secret is revealed. Because if it is, I will be killed. I’ll kill her and then escape. It might sound like I’m the bad guy, saying “kill,” “kill,” but this is self-defense.
“Are you holding a ceremony?”
“Yes. After this war ends. But we can do it now too.”
“We’ll have to invite guests. Will you even invite the Demon Lord?”
“His Majesty the Demon Lord is Lauenstein. He hasn’t moved from there since the war began. If we’re to have a ceremony, Lauenstein would be suitable.”
Lauenstein, the bridge connecting Harmonia and Nordland. Has the Demon Lord not left Lauenstein since the initial invasion?
I thought the Demon Lord would be here, leading the charge against Klishvelbach, the Royal Capital of Harmonia, with all their might.
Is there a reason for this? Or is he unable to move from Lauenstein? There’s no reason for the Demon Lord to be unable to move when demons are here. Is there some deeper reason…
“Come, let’s continue. I won’t let you sleep tonight, husband-to-be.”
Frankly, this is very difficult.
I want to drink morning Coffee without sugar or milk, strong enough to wake me up. Even if I haven’t slept at all.
“It’s morning. The sun is rising.”
“Ah, it’s morning already… Ah, this feels good…”
Although I should be completely exhausted, I am being forcefully sustained by magic power. Since yesterday afternoon, it is now morning with the sun rising, and Alma is still on top of me.
What drives her to such an extent?! Honestly, I worry my Buster Sword will be worn out. However, thanks to magic power, it’s still intact.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working? Aren’t you at war with humans?”
I admit it’s a foolish question, but I wish this would end soon. I want Alma to go back to her work, and I will plan my escape.
“It’s alright. For now, we’ll be stationed at Klishvelbach… Ah…”
Get to work! Go and annihilate humans! Hurry up and get off me, my neck hurts. Though my lower half feels good…
“Isn’t this the perfect time for a follow-up attack? Or perhaps you’ve ambushed and defeated the King of Harmonia… Ugh…”
Someone once said that a boy’s lower half is different. This Alma, her skin is purplish, and she has horns like a sheep on her head, but I don’t mind. After all, I’m a boy who can do it with a Lycanthrope. Beautiful women are always welcome.
“There are no ambushes. The King has gone somewhere. We just follow His Majesty the Demon Lord’s orders. Focus on me a little.”
The King, Lady Annelyse, and ordinary citizens fled from the South Gate of Klishvelbach. I thought there would be an ambush, but if that’s the case, it looks like I can escape.
But why would they let them escape? And why wait instead of pursuing them? I wonder what the Demon Lord’s strategy is.
If Alma tells me to concentrate, I will. My stamina is depleted, but my legs don’t hurt anymore, and I can use Godspeed. Mode Two! The Godspeed Mode Two, launched from below, easily defeated Alma.
However, beyond where she was defeated, there was the board that serves as my collar. It was a miscalculation that she regaining her senses after hitting her head on it.
“You really have nice things, husband-to-be. I thought I was going to die.”
Die, please die. Preferably after freeing me. It’s good enough to know that my Mode Two is effective even against demons.
“Don’t say that. I want to cherish Alma. That’s why I’m asking you to take this collar off…”
“Come, it’s morning, it’s time to work. We need to rebuild the army that’s tired from consecutive battles.”
Please die before you go to work. How wonderful it would be if you took this off and then died. Well, as usual, my wish probably won’t come true.
“Alma!”
The fate of one who enters a woman’s bedroom without knocking seems to be the same here. Unfamiliar male voices, a door flung open violently, and screams followed.
Alma Rosenberg, who was still on top of me, twisted her body and apparently unleashed high-temperature magic. I can’t see my legs because of the collar, and if you twist your body like that, my Buster Sword will break!
“What are you doing here!”
Does he hear me trying to burn him to death? Is he not human? No matter how much I lift my head, all I can see is Alma’s slender, twisted waist. Who are you talking to? I’ll excuse myself if I’m intruding.
“As always. Is it true you’re marrying a human? Why a human!”
I really should leave. Please discuss this difficult matter between yourselves. I wish you’d remove my collar then.
“This one is not ordinary. That’s why I decided to take him. I won’t let anyone interfere.”
Yeah. I’m really not needed. Stop talking while sitting on top of someone. Don’t twist! You’ll break it!
“Do you know what kind of person he is?”
“I do. He’s my husband-to-be. Nothing more, nothing less. Just watch from here.”
Alma turns her back to me and starts again. Up and down, fast and slow, with sensual moans. What, don’t do it in front of people! Are you having an important conversation, or not!
“This guy is the one who saw through my true identity with Koatotemites. Keeping him around won’t lead to anything good.”
You should read the room too. For goodness sake, a man and a woman are in bed making love… Koatotemites!?
The reason Koatotemites was attacked was the rampaging monsters controlled by demons. And the one who controlled them also controlled Christine and stopped my heart. After that, Christine was crying!
“You bastard!”
Even as I try to lift my upper body solely with my well-toned abs from my Hands up collar position to glare at him, Alma is in the way and I can’t see. Get off me already.
Sensing my momentum, Alma bucked, and the hard, strong horns on the demon’s head struck my nose, sending me crashing back onto the bed.
“Damn it!”
This is humiliating. With this collar and Hands up pose, getting a nosebleed. If the White Lily Corps members found out, I’d be the laughingstock for half a month. But this is the very person who made Christine cry! The guy I’d always intended to kill is right in front of me… right in front of me, with Alma in between!
“It was the best. It’s always the best.”
All of you are so oblivious. This is not the time for this.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Yeah, kill me anytime you want. I can’t wait.”
Don’t interrupt me! I’m not talking to you. Well, I’ll kill you too, but him first.
“This man is dangerous. He should be dealt with quickly.”
“He still seems energetic. Let’s continue.”
“State your name!”
Stop talking all at once! I can’t make conversation. Listen to me!
“Ah, this feels good. I’m about to melt…”
“I will definitely kill you!”
“Alma, that’s enough.”
It’s been an hour like this. I’m more tired than ever.
