DKFTI 67

The distance to the wall was shrinking again.

“L-let’s get out!”

Startled, Sibel ran to the door to escape the space.

“Ugh.”

But no matter how hard Sibel pushed to the side with all his strength, the door did not budge. He wanted to cry. Even now, the wall was coming closer.

“Why is this happening!”

When Sibel screamed, Aizen spoke with his arms crossed.

“There must be some kind of trap.”

“Trap?”

“Yeah. Otherwise that wall wouldn’t be trying to crush us.”

“W-What did we do wrong? Was it because I looked at that book?”

“Pretty likely. That’s what you get for being curious about weird things.”

“I didn’t know it was like that until I opened it!”

If it was such a precious 19+ collector’s edition, shouldn’t it at least have had a warning label on the cover saying not to touch?

He had heard rumors that the former Demon King of this castle was a perverted lunatic, but he really was a psychopath.

Boom. The space shrank again. Now even Aizen had to change his position.

“Why is this happening to me of all people!”

Sibel shouted, almost crying.

This was too unfair. Just because he peeked at the former Demon King’s perverted hobby, did that really mean he had to be punished with the death penalty… no, crushed to death?

Sibel glanced at Aizen. He looked carefree. He casually avoided the shelf coming toward him while rubbing his shoulder.

“Why are you so relaxed? Shouldn’t we be thinking together about how to get out of this danger?”

He started to suspect that in the last three years the hero had become a little dim.

“What’s there to think about? Just get out with magic.”

Aizen’s words snapped him awake. He was right. Why was he hesitating when there was magic?

“Ah.”

Sibel searched his pocke for his communicator.

‘Let’s see.’

The cleanest way to escape here was obviously teleport.

Beep, beep beep.

He pressed teleport and among the spaces listed below, he selected the bedroom.

[You have selected Bedroom. Is this correct?]

When the confirmation popped up, Sibel pressed ‘Yes.’

[It has been over a year since the Demon King’s personal information was registered. Please verify your identity again!]

“……”

Now, at this moment? Here?

Sibel hurriedly opened the identity verification screen.

[Please protect your communicator from virus risks! Would you like to update the program?]

“……”

Was this thing messing with him? He started to get angry. He felt like his head would explode.

Of all the days, why today, and why right now for identity verification and updates?

“If you don’t want to get smashed here right this second, then you better run the magic right now.”

Sibel threatened into the communicator held up to his lips.

[Your request has been received. Executing ‘Teleport.’]

Phew, finally it listened.

Relieved, Sibel reached out his hand toward Aizen. But then something happened.

[Error, error, error. The location you are in is a space where magic is blocked. Sorry, we cannot help you.]

Beep.

The communicator’s screen turned black.

“…Huh? It says magic doesn’t work.”

Sibel said to Aizen. Aizen scratched his ear and answered.

“Well, guess so.”

Sibel got goosebumps at his still-carefree attitude.

“Are we seriously going to die? At least, pull out that holy sword or something and smash the wall…!”

Then Aizen smirked and spoke.

“But I think I know what this is.”

“What do you know?”

Sibel blinked and asked. Aizen gently placed his hand over Sibel’s hand still held out in the air and said,

“Don’t you know the kind of room you can only leave if you XX?”

“…Fuck.”

Sibel had always been the weaker one in front of Aizen. So he had never used a direct curse at him. Until now. Until he heard such ridiculous words. Yes, it had been that way.

“Do you have something in your brain?”

“No, think about it. In a place with a perverted book like that, with a Demon King with perverted tastes, and even perverted devices.”

Of course Sibel knew that the ‘perverted’ Aizen spoke of wasn’t referring to him, but every time the word came out his shoulders trembled.

“Do you think insane talk like that makes sense?!”

“Considering the mental state of the guy who made this room, it does.”

It really was nonsense.

Grrrr.

But as the sound of the wall closing in grew nearer, Sibel grew nervous and scared. He was pushed into a situation where he had to try something, anything.

‘There’s no way that could be true.’

Even while doubting it, the shock of Aizen’s suggestion had already taken over his head so completely that it was filled with nothing but, ‘A room you can’t leave unless you XX♡.’

“Th-Then tell me more. Exactly what….”

Yeah. Nothing to lose anyway.

“Mm. What was it we saw earlier. First, lay him down in the bathtub, then get on top, then after that was the lower part, right?”

“No. Lips first, then that thing, and then rubbing the butt.”

“Huh, you must have been really impressed. You even memorized the order.”

“No, it’s just! My memory! Huh?”

“Yeah. Right. Right.”

Boom!

The speed of the walls closing in grew faster. It already felt like they were right in front of them. Aizen and Sibel’s bodies pressed together. Sibel grabbed the shaking shelves on both sides with his hands and looked at Aizen with trembling eyes.

“What do you want to start with. Butt? Lips?”

At Aizen’s casual question, Sibel shut his eyes tight like someone receiving a death sentence.

This really felt like everything was tangled up badly. It was already too late to argue about where it went wrong.

In the end, Sibel sighed, opened his eyes, and spoke.

“Let’s start with lips.”

When Aizen saw Sibel’s determined face, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah, our Demon King has a conservative taste, huh.”

Aizen’s neat lips curved smoothly. At that moment his large hand gripped Sibel’s waist firmly and with the other hand he lifted Sibel’s chin to hold it in place.

“Uh.”

Before Sibel could even make a sound, a soft and hot sensation swallowed his lips completely.

Aizen pried open Sibel’s stiff lips and pushed inside in a skillful manner. There was no chance to resist, no time to organize his thoughts.

‘Uh, this, this isn’t right…?’

Sibel regretted this absurd situation too late, but it was already spilled water.

Aizen’s tongue entered without hesitation and stirred through Sibel’s tender mouth. The wet, sticky sound tangled together and echoed lewdly in the cramped space. Sibel struggled like someone who had forgotten how to breathe.

“Hhhm, ugh…!”

The hand gripping his jaw tightened and his head was tilted back. There was no way to escape. He was only pulled in deeper.

His short breaths brushed against the bridge of his nose, and the sensation of their saliva mixing was too vivid.

In a corner of his head, reason screamed this was insane, but the arm holding his waist tight and the hot tongue ravaging his mouth melted every circuit of thought.

His heart pounded wildly, like it would explode any second.

He couldn’t tell if it was because of the pressure of the wall closing in, or because of the hero right in front of him.

Sibel unconsciously gripped tightly at the collar of Aizen’s solid chest. If he didn’t cling to him, it felt like his legs would give out and he would collapse.

“Mm, mmph, ngh… ha.”

But why was this hero so good at kissing? Was he some kind of man who went around doing this all the time?

As Sibel gasped and struggled, Aizen’s tongue slowly withdrew from his mouth.

Their lips parted and the two faced each other, less than half a hand’s span apart.

Rumble.

The wall was still coming closer.

“…It didn’t stop.”

“Mm, maybe that wasn’t it? Or maybe we have to go all the way?”

At Aizen’s sly words, Sibel felt like his last thread of reason was snapping. He kicked Aizen in the shin.

“Ah.”

Aizen’s face twisted.

“You were making fun of me just now.”

“Maybe?”

“Ah, we’re going to die at this rate!”

“Then hurry up and go to cock and butt too?”

Sibel glared at him.

That bastard had definitely come back as a damn pervert. How could a hero be like this? No, forget hero, no normal human would act like this.

Just when the wall felt like it had reached the limit, Aizen clicked his tongue in regret and suddenly reached out to the side.

His hand touched the succubus whatever novel Sibel had carefully slotted in.

Aizen pulled out the book and slid it back into its place.

Creak.

The approaching wall stopped dead.

“Huh?”

Sibel looked around in confusion.

The wall that had been approaching receded again.

“……”

He was dumbfounded.

“No way.”

“Yeah. No way.”

The trap triggered because the book wasn’t put back? It was so ridiculous he couldn’t even speak. Why hadn’t he thought of that?

“Wait a second. Hero, since when did you know that?”

Sibel questioned Aizen. Aizen just shrugged his head.

“Who knows.”

The hand that had been holding his waist let go. Aizen smiled prettily in front of him.

“Lucky guess.”

Artificial. Way too artificial. That guy was lying. Your honor.