Demon King – Chapter 272 – Reclaimed Cover (Illustration)

“What’s wrong, why aren’t we allowed to go back at noon?” The other three members of 1503 sat in the cafeteria with Jixian and Ziyu asking Yuki, who wore a heavy expression.

“Nothing much, Lu Brat’s probably in a bad mood. We’re just giving her some space… lunch is on me.” Yuki held his meal card between two fingers, spinning it to signal they could swipe freely.

“Boss Yuki, generous as always! But… did you two fight? You look pretty down yourself.” After chiming in, Jixian voiced the question both he and Ziyu were wondering: Yuki clearly didn’t seem okay.

“More or less, I’m actually kind of angry this time…” Yuki sighed while rubbing his forehead, reflecting whether he’d been too harsh.

That brat was probably in the dorm right now venting her emotions in her own way. He didn’t know how, but giving her space was for the best. ¹ “Venting” in her “own” way… that’s certainly accurate I guess…

His guess wasn’t wrong. Because of the Demon Lord’s complex bloodline, which was practically a walking genetic library of demonkind, Eiru’s emotions could randomly channel into certain traits.

Her tendency to bite things came from the werewolf part; sucking or biting (often showing as binge drinking) came from the vampire part; ramming things with her head was the minotaur part… but most often, the little Demon Lord preferred her truest form of release—crying.

Unfortunately, Yuki didn’t know that this time her emotions had channeled into her succubus part… so her way of venting was rather outrageous.

“Yuki, if you’ve got worries, you can talk to us. We could give you advice too…” Ziyu cautiously asked, dropping his usual careless demeanor.

“No, it’s a matter of education…” Yuki’s headache returned at the thought. Why would Lu Brat so easily decide to give up her first time? Was she really just looking to give her buddy a good time?

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It wasn’t that he didn’t want it—of course he did—but not this way. That’d be no different from tricking a clueless little girl.

For the first time ² FOR THE FIRST TIME? THE FIRST TIME!? , Yuki felt his childhood friend’s lack of common sense. Luckily it was him she said it to. Otherwise, she could’ve ruined her life by acting on impulse.

That’s why he had scolded her so harshly to the point of nearly making her cry. But thinking about it, had she always been this quick to cry? It felt like she was hiding something or carrying a heavy burden… maybe that’s why she had such childish thoughts?

Yuki decided he had to confront her properly this afternoon. He needed to expose her disguise as a boy, force her to reveal her true self, and make her honestly confess everything.

At that thought, Yuki slapped the table lightly and stood up, looking at the two in front of him seriously.

“Tonight there’s something important I might have to tell you both. Be mentally prepared…”

“Huh?” Jixian and Ziyu exchanged confused looks at Yuki’s serious, secretive expression. They had no idea what was going on.

After lunch, the three of them returned to the classroom. Following Yuki’s words to give Eiru some space, they didn’t go back to the dorm. After a short nap at their desks, afternoon classes began.

—Back in the boys’ dorm—

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“Hah… so tired… no strength left…” After half the afternoon passed, with her roommates absent, the girl had completely let herself loose trying every possible position.

She lay on the bed panting with droplets still dripping from the tip of her tail hanging off the side… and because her boots were too hard to take off, the little Demon Lord just sprawled face-down with her legs hanging off the bed, not bothering to remove them.

“Hah… why’s it so hard to feel satisfied today, is it… hah… because I’m upset…?” Complaining weakly, she no longer understood her own body.

“Why am I imagining Stupid Yuki of all people! He’s the one I hate most right now!” She pounded the bed feebly, feeling even more upset and conflicted.

“It feels like I’m messing around with someone else’s boyfriend…” she muttered, puzzled. She didn’t even feel any romantic feelings towards Yuki. Was it just because she had no one else to imagine?

“Ahhh, so frustrating! Why did he have to scold me… I was only trying to help…” In the end, the silver-haired girl collapsed while sounding like an abandoned kitten, her voice carrying the sobs of grievance.

“I hate Stupid Yuki the most…” Burying her face into the bed, she finally lost control and tears soaked into the sheets.

Even though she understood his reasoning—that he just didn’t want to betray the girl he liked—Yuki was still the only person she relied on.

Even without romantic feelings, she saw him as an irreplaceable part of her life… but having her carefully made decision rejected broke her heart.

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She hadn’t heard any of his scolding afterward. The moment she saw his angry face and heard his firm rejection, her mind went blank.

All she felt was rejection. That even her closest brother didn’t want her final gift… she understood his reasons, but the helplessness of abandonment pushed her to the brink of collapse.

So she ran, bolting out of the classroom mid-scolding. Only through constant self-hypnosis did she calm herself down.

She cried on the bed for a long time. Exhausted, she eventually fell asleep face-down.

—After school—

After buying a popsicle at the convenience store, Eiru tore the wrapper open and climbed the stairwell to the rooftop where she had agreed to meet Yuki.

After dispelling her disguise, she was surprised she hadn’t overslept this time, she’d actually made it at their agreed time—although she had to rush, so she didn’t even put on her panties. ³ Bruh.

As much as she hated him right now, he was still her best bro. Standing him up was unthinkable. With her popsicle in her mouth, she sat on the rooftop edge, sucking on it as she waited.

The sunset was sinking. The golden sky was slowly eclipsed by the indigo of night. Stars already started to twinkle faintly above.

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Crossing one leg over the other, she absentmindedly played with her magic while waiting.

She conjured glassy pink and white sparkles, which, along with the fireflies’ blue glow, decorated the beautiful twilit scene

She had long vented her unhappiness. The Little Demon Lord admired her work with a childlike smile.

Happily watching her conjured scenery, she didn’t notice the rooftop stairwell door behind her had quietly opened…

Translator Note

Smh… I hope you guys like the art of our beloved demon lord. I guess this is the same outfit as described last chapter, but uh… she’s not wearing panties anymore… Anyways, if any of you are being gutter, I have my bow still strung.