“Y-you’ll really save my brother?”
“Yes, if you let me touch your breasts, I’ll heal that man. I’ll make sure he lives.”
“…A-alright…”
“Your brother’s life can be saved by your breasts. Now, what will you do?”
What the heck am I saying with a serious face?
But, come on, if there’s a pair of big breasts in front of me, you’d do whatever it takes to touch them, right?
This is… unavoidable (convincingly so).
“…Understood. But please, heal my brother first!!”
“Very well. — Greater Heal.“
I immediately cast recovery magic on the young man, healing his wounds.
“T-the highest level of holy magic!?”
“Holy magic? Never heard of it. It’s just recovery magic.”
“M-magic…?”
Maybe the magic used by humans is different from the magic we monsters use.
I should look into that for future reference.
As promised, I healed the young man completely, so now it’s time to enjoy the sister’s breasts.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I declared:
“Now, you will uphold your end of the deal.”
“Y-yes… go ahead…”
With tears welling in her eyes and suppressing her fear, the girl lifted her clothes.
Breasts!! Breasts!!
As I silently indulged in the girl’s breasts, it happened.
“Lord Baldin.”
“Hyoh!? W-what is it, A-Almena?”
“…Hyoh?”
“N-no, it’s nothing. More importantly, stop appearing behind me like that. What if I accidentally attacked you?”
“My apologies.”
“…So, what brings you here?”
“The conflict seems to have been resolved, so I came to check. What are you doing, Lord Baldin?”
“A-ah, um, well, this is…”
How should I explain this?
I can’t exactly say I was touching her breasts as part of an agreement.
“This is—yes!! Research on the human body’s structure!! Knowing more efficient ways to kill humans is never a bad thing, right?”
“…I see. As expected of Lord Baldin.”
“H-haha, no need for such praise.”
Alright!! I probably covered it up!!
“Once you’re done, will you execute this human girl?”
“Ah! N-no! Brother…”
The girl trembled at Almena’s mention of execution.
Oh, now that I think about it, I promised to let her brother live, but I didn’t say anything about her…
Alright, I should ease her mind a bit.
I placed my hand on the girl’s shoulder and whispered reassuringly:
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you or do anything cruel.”
“Eh…?”
I turned back to Almena.
“Almena, do not kill this girl. She’s a valuable source of information about the surface.”
“A source of information, you say?”
“Y-yes. It seems there are differences between the magic we use and the magic humans use. I intend to investigate it personally.”
I quickly came up with a plausible excuse.
I was worried Almena might doubt me, but let’s see how this goes.
“…Understood. I’ll prepare a room to confine the girl. There’s a dungeon in this castle that will suffice.”
Internally, I celebrated with a fist pump.
Now the girl’s safety is guaranteed, and I can fondle her breasts regularly.
Perfection.
“What about the man over there?”
“Let him go back alive.”
“Understood.”
“Good, I’m counting on you.”
And so, the girl was decided to be imprisoned in the castle’s dungeon.
Huh?
You’re saying I should have let her go with her brother?
Well, I met a girl with such large breasts—it’d be a shame to part ways and never see her again.
That’s my honest reasoning, but the excuse I gave Almena is also important.
To conquer the surface, gathering information about it is essential.
“Now then, Lord Baldin. I shall escort the man to a nearby human town.”
“V-very well, I leave it to you.”
“Ni…niisan…”
Almena grabbed the young man by the scruff of his neck and dragged him out of the grand hall.
The younger sister watched their departure anxiously.
Now left alone with her, the atmosphere felt awkward. I wondered if she’d let me grope her breasts again if I asked now.
Just as I gathered my courage to strike up a conversation, she spoke first.
“Wh-why did you save my life?”
“Hm? Oh, that’s because of opp—cough, like I said earlier, to gather information about the surface world.”
“I was raised in a remote monastery and know nothing of the outside world. I have nothing valuable to share…”
“A mere country bumpkin, huh?”
“!?”
No way. With breasts that size, calling herself a simple country girl was impossible.
As I was mulling over this—
“Could it be… you know my true identity, don’t you?”
“…Huh? Uh, yeah, of course I do.”
“That can’t be! There shouldn’t be any public records of my existence…”
I had agreed without thinking, but what exactly was this girl talking about?
Curious, I decided to prod a bit.
“My name is Baldin. I am the Demon King who will unite the Demon Realm and create a paradise for monsters here on the surface. Now, tell me your name.”
“…My current name is Marie.”
“Interesting. And your real name?”
“…My real name is Mariaritte. I am the first princess of the Karland Kingdom, officially declared dead ten years ago.”
No way!! She’s a princess?!
I had killed the king of Karland and his daughter. So, there was another princess?
…Wait, doesn’t that make me her father’s and sister’s killer?
“Demon King Baldin.”
“W-what?”
“Your arrival was prophesied centuries ago.”
“Prophesied?”
She suddenly started on a spiritual tangent.
“An evil king and his forces will rise to consume the surface, only to be defeated by a white hero.”
“That’s the prophecy?”
“The Karland Kingdom fell helplessly to your invasion due to years of corruption. However, this prophecy is known worldwide.”
“Interesting. Why are you telling me this?”
“It’s a warning. Many heroes will undoubtedly come to defeat you.”
So basically, “Give up and go back to the Demon Realm.”
A centuries-old prophecy was intriguing, but going back wasn’t an option.
“Kind of you to warn me. But the Demon Realm is a freezing hellscape. Without sunlight, crops can’t grow, and monsters survive by devouring each other.”
“…”
“That’s why I united the Demon Realm—to build a paradise where monsters can live without struggling to survive. If you were in my position, would you quietly retreat?”
“T-that’s…! Then why not ask for help instead of resorting to conflict?”
Marie—no, Mariaritte—made a fair point.
But her idealistic words weren’t grounded in reality.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Do you think anyone would willingly help monstrous beings that claw their way out from beneath the earth?”
“…”
If peaceful negotiations were an option, I would’ve taken them.
But when I sent a small group of monsters to scout the surface, humans attacked them without hesitation.
I knew why.
Humans and monsters looked too different.
Even someone like me, who resembled a human, might get along with them by showing goodwill.
But most monsters were terrifying in appearance—grotesque and otherworldly.
Even in the Demon Realm, differences in appearance often led to bloodshed.
It didn’t take much investigation to assume the surface would be the same.
Thinking back to my human life, I reaffirmed my belief that people fear the unknown.
“But still! Conflict isn’t the answer, and your approach is wrong!”
Despite my reasoning, Mariaritte firmly opposed war.
And at that moment—
“Hey, hey, you over there.”
A playful, girlish voice echoed through the grand hall.
I turned toward the source—a young girl entering through the doors.
She was an adorable girl with amber hair tied into a side ponytail, golden eyes like Almena’s, and a mischievous smile.
Her outfit was similar to Almena’s—a short skirt and black rubber bikini, though with slightly different details.
Her thick thighs were clad in rubber thigh-high boots that were undeniably alluring.
And her chest—she was even more endowed than Almena.
If Almena’s were melons, this girl’s were summer watermelons.
She had twisted, ram-like horns sprouting from her temples, bat-like wings near her hips, and a heart-shaped tail tip.
As I was shamelessly staring at her ample assets, she spoke.
“I don’t really get the situation, but did you just say my Bald-sama is wrong? Huh? I’ll kill you, trash.”
With dead, emotionless eyes, the girl directed her murderous intent at Mariaritte and closed the distance in an instant.
Panicking, I quickly stopped her.
