Isekai Maou to Shoukan Shoujo Dorei Majutsu Vol 1 Chapter 2.01

Part 1

With the light that extended from the small window, Diablo woke up.

Everything looked old and made of wood, yet was polished to a sparkle.

The bed, which was just straw with a sheet placed on it, was softer than he imagined, but it was still hard. Though, thanks to his high level body, he wasn’t really bothered by it.

He didn’t know if the sheets were either made of cotton or of linen, but it was completely different from the smooth and soft fibers of the real world. They were rough and scratchy.

When he opened his eyes, all of it was a dream and the day of the real world would start——that was the situation that It didn’t turn out to be.

While he thought that with an absent minded face, he squinted from the radiance of the morning sun.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t sure of when he fell asleep.

However, he was vague on his memories on his return back. He remembered going back to the room and collapsing onto the bed but……

——A lot of things did happen yesterday after all.

In particular, he was tired after he used magic at night.

The cause was from mental exhaustion.

Different from the game, it’s not like it’s confirm able with numbers, and there is a small sensation of fatigue accumulating from using magic.

In the game’s case, he just wouldn’t be able to use magic, but if it’s just as it’s name suggests and his mental strength[1] disappears, he felt that there was no way things would end safely.

From here on out, he needed to worry about MP management more so than he did in the game.

——Nonetheless, that’s only about in the game.

Since he was self-aware of the fatigue he felt from a few shots, firing near a hundred seemed impossible.

Also, it would probably be best to not use large, advanced level magic that carelessly consumes MP. Magic from above level 100 all have a different league of power and consumption.
——Well, going by how things went last night, it doesn’t look like I’ll be having any situations where I would have the need for that kind of magic any time soon.

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

This was also something that he should probably investigate.

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

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?

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

「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.

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

An impossible development crossed his mind.

He tried confirming it.
Diablo turned his eyes and looked.

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

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

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

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

——Yosh! I’ll gently slip out.

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

He couldn’t separate them.

What is this, glue?

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.

He was going to grope the two’s chests.

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

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

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

Most likely, this sensation had only one thin cloth to it.

The sleeping Shera let out a sigh.

She twisted her body.

「Nn……Huh, Diablo……?」

However, his hand still didn’t want to be removed. Even in this situation!? Did it have a trap caused by magic cast on it or something!?

「Naa…..Nnn? What could it be, it kind of feels like, something’s squirming……」

Tightly holding on to her right breast, Diablo’s left hand.

Diablo, still holding her breast, opened his mouth.

On top of groping a sleeping girl’s chest, it was the time that girl woke up——What would a Demon King say, was something he didn’t know.

Her face quickly turned red.

「Th, this kind of thing, it don’t think it’s very good!」

「Ah……uu……」

「Th, this kind of thing is, that is, how should I say it……it should be after we get along better, or rather……Umm……A-as long as I’m not chosen as the master, it’s absolutely not allowed, got it!?」

That kind of sounded like “if you choose me as the master, I’ll allow it”.

「……Ah, yeah.」

Shera pulled her body back and Diablo’s hand finally, although it looked reluctant to do so, separated from that sweet sensation.

As usual, he was unable to go back to his Demon King role play, and he couldn’t sufficiently bring out words.

「……Nya……Nn? What is it, you’re noisy.」

「……Nn? For some reason, it feels heavy around my……chest?」

His left hand was groping Shera’s chest, and he had just separated from her, but——

Diablo was petrified. He was petrified enough that even if magic of the highest grade was used, it wouldn’t petrify him to this extent.

「……」

She went back and repeated that once more.

He needed to say something.

Diablo opened his mouth.

「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:

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

Chapter end