By the time I know it, the day where I took Valeria's first time has become the past. 30 days have passed since that happening, so that means I have lived in this world for a month.
Many things have happened to me for the past month, but before I talk about those changes I have experienced, I want to recall my equally delightful and nightmarish memory—the day I popped the cherry Valeria has kept for who knows how many years.
I honestly don't remember that day quite clearly—I was so intoxicated at that time, my mind just blurred—but I still can recall a few important things on that day. Before talking about the serious talk though, I smashed like a master that day.
I can't remember what kind of a face Valeria made on that day, but from how she addressed her experience, I am quite sure she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Anyway, here comes the serious talk: the real reason why Valeria offered her virginity to me. She said, in this world, offering one's maidenhood was a symbolical act to show one's devotion toward someone of a higher status.
The explanation was weird for me; I had, and still have, a lower status than her, but I was instantly reminded of the thing she said before we smashed. I instantly figured out the reason why I had to be a Demon King.
For her, one of the untouchable and possibly the strongest upper echelons, devoting her loyalty to me, who failed in becoming a Demon King would be the greatest humiliation someone like her could ever receive.
She has bet her everything on me, so it is normal for her to threaten me with giving me the most painful death if I fail. I clearly don't have any intention to fail since the beginning, but now my goal of becoming a Demon King has become a burden.
Don't get me wrong though, I enjoy that burden very much. Thinking about the thing I have promised to Valeria has always amplified my fighting spirit—I have kicked Millonia's ass many times because of it.
I am not driven by the fear of having to experience the most painful death Valeria promised however; I am driven by the thought of not wanting to disappoint her. What she did that day really touched me in many ways, so I don't want to break her expectation.
I am painfully aware that I am just fooling myself, but I can't bring myself to admit that I have allegedly fallen in love with Valeria just because she had sex with me once. Only simps do that, and I am not a simp—I am a man!
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Seriously though, that day was really memorable. Though I technically don't remember much about that day, my body remembers the warmth, and the intimacy I had that day. freewebnov(e)l
It was my first time, so I was extremely touched. I even cried that day after our session, baffling Valeria who for a moment thought I was a pathetic sissy who was thinking he had been violated.
I explained my reason for crying to her, but contrary to what I thought she would do, she gave me a clear, beautiful, warm smile. That was my first time of seeing Valeria fully smiles, and that, maybe, was the reason I fell in love with her.
"Seriously, you are really good at mocking me without actually mocking me these days."
As I hear the voice of the person standing not far away from me, I am immediately awaken from my thought. 'This is not good, I am always spacing out whenever I recall Valeria's smile. Tch! That Succubus!'
I don't know exactly why I have become a stubborn Tsundere, but I guess it is because the manly pride I have cultivated for the past month. Don't get me wrong though, I am still shameless enough to betray my friend if that means saving my life.
'Hmph! Manly pride my ass. I just don't want Valeria to be so smug about the fact. Listen, me. You can only confess your love when you are already as strong as her!'
No matter what her answer at that time will be, I will take it wholeheartedly. I don't think that I would experience a heartbreak if she refused me anyway.
"Oi! Pay attention, bastard! Why do you look so absent-minded?!"
"Chill, bitch. I was just thinking about the delicious meal you will deliver tonight."
"Don't make it seem like I am your servant!"
"You are not?"
Millonia just grits her teeth in annoyance instead of answering my question. She is aware that answering my rhetorical question will end up making her look stupid.
'Well, the tray girl has learnt her lesson it seems.'
I smirk as I recall the memory of me figuring out the real identity of the person who delivers my foods with a monotonous voice.
I intentionally waited for the person outside one day, and I was pleasantly surprised to find it was Millonia in a maid outfit. That day, she also confessed to me that she is the one and only maid of the castle.
I know there must be a heart touching story behind it, but I don't care about it. Her look of absolute mortification still brings a shit eating grin to my face whenever I recall it.
"This prick ... His smile is so irritating!"
Judging by what my sensitive ears have caught Millonia is muttering, I am pretty sure she has an idea of what I am currently thinking. I can also see that she is blushing in embarrassment, but I don't want to call her out on that.
It is weird for me to say it to a crazy woman like her, but she looks cuter that way—with the blush, I mean.
"We have another hour to fight. Shall we resume our fight?"
"Don't be so smug. Just because you have totally kicked my ass for the past 5 days doesn't mean you are stronger than me."
"I am aware of that. After all, I am just a baby compared to you if you use Mana."
"Hmph! I am glad you are aware of it."
Shrugging Millonia's attempt to remind me of my place, I beautifully twirl the dagger in my hands as easy as breathing. I haven't been given a new weapon since the day I arrived here, so these daggers have practically become my best buddies.
Swish!
As I dash at Millonia, I muse about how incredibly fast I am compared to the time when I was just a pathetic existence called the effeminate Layland. In my calculation, I should be able to run, at least, 10 times faster than Usain Bolt now.
I can run side by side with a Lambo, and it always fascinates me to think that I can achieve that speed in just a month. It makes me excited to think how much power I can wield in the future.
Clank!
Millonia who decided to stay in her place has finally blocked my dagger with her sword. She has learned from her experiences, running away from me is useless since I possess a much higher physical ability than her.
Unless she utilizes her Mana, she will never be able to match my speed.
"You really are a quick learner, aren't you?"
Clank!
"I can't believe you can be this good at fighting in just a month!"
As Millonia parries the dagger in my left hand, I ponder about the word she has just said. I honestly don't know why I can fight this well, but I am glad that replicating the feasible moves of the game characters I played is a right choice.
Millonia scrunches her nose up the moment she notices that I am once again not paying attention to her, and thrusts her sword to somehow startle me. I am not startled, obviously, because I have never looked away from the battlefield.
I swiftly step to the side, face my body to the right, letting her sword pass right in front of my body, and kick her strongly in the rib.
Crack!
I don't hear it—I just feel that I have broken her ribs with my foot. I guess I have become as crazy as her, but I can't lie to myself; that sound tastes sweeter as I recall about the shitty things she has done to me.
Since she is allowed to use Magic to heal injuries however, Millonia can immediately right herself up and come at me. She looks like she has never even received an injury in the first place.
Of course, she can never match the stamina of someone who always runs hundreds of miles for three hours every morning, i.e., me. In the next half an hour or so, she is already sprawled on the ground.
"Do you need a hand, milady?" I extend my hand to Millonia, and slightly bend my body to further irk her. "It seems to me you are in pain."
"Fuck you!"
"I am sorry, but I don't want to fuck a crazy."
Millonia merely grits her teeth in anger, and chose to not respond me. I smirk delightfully at that, before picking her up in my arms.
She doesn't look like she likes it, but I know she is secretly fond of it. She wouldn't bury her face in my chest, if she didn't, would she?
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