Demon King – Chapter 253 – The Demon Lord’s Military Training is Torture

“Huff… it’s really cold…” Having returned to her true body, the little demon lord slipped into the small loft beside the water tower on the fourth floor in her camouflage uniform, shivering nonstop.

As soon as the first round of dorm checks was over, she snuck out. After all, time was short and she had to wake up early tomorrow, so she had to hurry and sleep as much as she could.

The cold wind whistled through, and the mountain at night really was freezing… before long, Her Majesty the Demon Lord couldn’t help but sneeze.

“Good thing I brought a coat…” After tidying up a relatively clean spot, the little Demon Lord sat down.

She spread out the coat she had worn in her male form, which was now big enough to serve as a blanket for a certain little loli.

“Not bad…” Feeling the warmth of the coat, Eiru couldn’t help but admit that the clothes her parents bought her were really solid. The only pity was that they couldn’t buy anything for her true body.

She had also brought her toothbrush, toothpaste, and other washing supplies. She planned to use the sinks on the fourth floor for washing up anyway. And with the morning bugle call, she didn’t even need an alarm clock.

“Sleep, sleep…” The silver-haired loli leaned against the wall, tugged the coat tighter around herself, and closed her eyes…

The following days were nothing special. Just training, training, and more training…

Meals? She never got food fast enough, so she just ate vegetables like a rabbit. Showers? No way she could get a turn for hot water, so she obediently stuck to cold showers. At night, she’d sneak back to the water tower after the dorm check to sleep…

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During this time, though, plenty of funny little incidents happened. For example, a few unlucky ones sneaking cigarettes in the bathroom at night… only to realize one of them was actually an instructor. They all got caught on the spot.

In truth, students secretly smoking wasn’t rare at all. The demon lord had seen plenty sneaking up to the water tower while she was slacking there.

There were also students with hair that didn’t meet the standard, forced to go to the base barber shop for a haircut… nothing unusual, that happened every year during training.

But what was interesting was that the base also sold things like watermelon and herbal jelly to cool off… and the place selling them was the barber shop itself.

So those unlucky students whose hair failed inspection sat in barber’s capes, watching the barber chop watermelons with a huge cleaver.

After chopping the watermelon, the barber, still holding the blade dripping with red liquid, walked over to stand behind them pressing down on their shoulders and examining their hair.

You’re the guy who was chopping watermelons! What are you planning to do to my head?! Those poor students were so terrified they nearly shouted it out loud.

But our little demon lord wasn’t so lucky with training this time. With her loli body trapped in the tall frame of a 1.7-meter boy, every drill was pure suffering.

Her movements often didn’t meet the standard, so she constantly got “special care” from the instructors—extra laps, push-ups… she was always in the punishment queue.

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Her strength was that of a little girl, but her body weight was that of a tall boy. Under such conditions, doing push-ups was torture. Just after barely doing ten, she was nearly paralyzed.

But the worst part was just like back in her hometown—because the male body was strong enough, there were no obvious signs of weakness.

So to everyone else, Eiru just looked like she was faking it. Her face wasn’t even red, yet she was panting, claiming her arms had gone weak—but no matter how they checked, nothing seemed wrong.

Once she was labeled as being a slacker ¹ DEMON KING!!!! ROLL TIDE , the punishment only increased. In the end, the Demon Lord didn’t even dare to scream. She could only endure in silence.

And those daily cold showers were another ordeal for her frail body. She basically spent the whole time running a fever. Add to the shallow sleep she gets every night by the water tower and the training overload, and life was nothing but torture.

Poor little Demon Lord, how miserable…

Time passed, and soon it was the afternoon of the tenth day. That day, there was no training. To add some variety to the students’ military training, the base prepared a special activity: live-fire shooting.

As the name suggested, under the instructors’ guidance, students would go to the shooting range to fire real guns.

The news was met with cheers from the students. Not to mention that they could skip a round of training—what boy didn’t like guns?

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Even Eiru, usually half-asleep, perked up with excitement. Her eager expression showed just how much everyone was looking forward to this.

Though the demon lord had been shot before, she had never touched a real gun herself. Being a military enthusiast, there was no way she wasn’t excited.

But when the instructors began moving guns to the range, the students’ faces turned pale—they were carried out of the first-floor warehouse.

Wait, had they been sleeping right on top of an ammo depot all this time? Some of the boys who secretly smoked on the third and fourth floors went pale. If someone had dropped a cigarette butt, they’d all have gone up in flames.

Of course, the base would never actually have students sleeping over an ammo depot. The weapons were just stored there temporarily for convenience and to scare the students a bit.

It worked. Better than any punishment or lecture. After that day, not a single student dared smoke in the dorms again.

The range had limited space, allowing only four classes at a time. The rest would have free time until their instructor called them over.

At the snack shop, Eiru lined up at the back, planning to buy a Coke. Just as she reached into her pocket, someone suddenly grabbed her hand.

“Yue Yue…” With a helpless look, Eiru turned around. As expected, the one holding her hand was her desk mate—the same one who asked her to do a fake couple act together.

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“I think maybe we should use some more affectionate nicknames?” Yue Yue touched her lips with a finger, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Look, we’re a couple now, right? Shouldn’t we use pet names for each other to make it more realistic?” When she said the word ‘couple’, Yue Yue deliberately emphasized it.

Eiru thought about it. The request did make sense. A show should be convincing, and using distant terms really would make others suspicious.

“Alright then… do you have any nicknames you like?” The demon lord nodded and asked her suddenly clingy desk mate for her opinion…

Translator Note

Yuki, you fool. Your crush is being lured and trapped away at this very second, and you know nothing at all.