The transmigrator is a masochist to the Seven Lords chapter 22

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At 9:00 sharp, Hayden went up to the dining room in a good mood.

He silently watched the Lords eat their meal in total silence. Lucifer and Leviathan sat side by side on one side.

Mammon, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub sat across from them.

Next to Leviathan, the seat for Satan—who had not returned to the castle for two days—was empty.

There was no seat for Belphegor, as he never came down here anyway.

Like their assigned seats, the breakfast of the Lords moved along quietly.

Aside from the sound of expensive silverware clinking, no noise filled the dining room.

It seemed no one was curious about Hayden’s whereabouts from the previous night.

It was disappointing, but that was Hayden’s current position.

Someone who was convenient to have around, but didn’t really matter if they were gone.

‘When am I going to seduce all of them?’

Everyone continued eating in silence as if they were used to it.

Hayden kept his inner struggles to himself and stood next to Beelzebub to serve him.

Serving just meant simple tasks like clearing empty plates and placing new ones in front of him.

Clatter.

Hayden placed a new plate filled with bread, bacon, and fried eggs in front of Beelzebub, who had already finished his third plate.

Beelzebub was a bit over 180cm tall and had a build like a large dog, but his body was well-muscled.

It was a mystery where all those calories went.

Perhaps it was because he was the Lord of Gluttony.

While Hayden was having these idle thoughts and taking away an empty plate, Beelzebub suddenly grabbed his bruised wrist.

It wasn’t because he was clearing a finished plate.

It was the first time Beelzebub had done something else while eating, so Hayden’s eyes went wide.

“Hey, this has been bothering me for a while—.”

Hayden tilted his head at the drawling tone that felt innocent.

Beelzebub pulled his wrist hard.

The strong force made Hayden’s body bend forward sharply.

Beelzebub brought his face close to Hayden’s white neck, which was now at his eye level, and took a long breath of his scent.

Beelzebub licked the corn soup off his own lips and whispered low.

“Where did you get this smell on you? It’s covering up the smell of the food.”

“I… don’t know what you mean…”

Hayden froze as if he truly didn’t know. Beelzebub’s curly red hair swayed.

“You smell like Lucifer.”

He had been unsure, but every time the sacrifice came close, Lucifer’s scent spread subtly.

Beelzebub was confident in his sense of smell.

Even if it was faint, this was definitely Lucifer’s scent.

‘Smell?’

Hayden’s eyes widened.

Since he had spent the night by Lucifer’s side, the scent might have rubbed off, but it shouldn’t have remained.

He had clearly taken a light shower in his room before coming here.

If the scent still remained, it might be something that he, as a human, couldn’t sense, but they, as demons, could.

Hayden didn’t know what it was.

[Among the races of the Demon Realm… there are… pheromones. Lucifer’s ‘Demonic Energy’… still remains in the body… in a small amount…]

It happened again. A voice that sounded like it had static.

The voice rang out once more as if answering Hayden’s question.

‘I’ll check what that is later. For now…’

He had to deal with the situation in front of him first.

Hayden rolled his eyes to check the reactions of the other Lords and clenched his fists.

Lucifer was quietly spreading jam on his bread while watching Hayden.

His face, meeting Hayden’s eyes as if telling him to try asking for help, was incredibly arrogant.

Hayden ignored his gaze and spoke.

He could have done what Lucifer wanted, but it wasn’t time yet.

“…I really don’t know what you are talking about.”

Hayden tried to act calm as he spoke.

Beelzebub’s bright yellow eyes swept over him. He looked at him as if asking if he really didn’t know.

Hayden twisted his aching wrist and kept his mouth shut. He didn’t give an excuse or an explanation.

Beelzebub, who had a child-like persistence, squeezed Hayden’s wrist so hard it felt like it would crush.

“I hate lies.”

“I really… don’t know…”

Even so, Hayden did not give an honest answer.

Beelzebub was starting to lose control of his anger.

He hated lies, and he hated it even more when someone told him he was wrong.

Beelzebub was essentially a child.

An innocent, self-centered four-year-old who threw tantrums when things didn’t go his way.

That was why one had to be as careful as handling a time bomb when dealing with him.

Hayden tried to pull away from him, twisting his wrist just enough not to provoke Beelzebub further, but he stumbled as if his strength was failing. In the end, Hayden never asked Lucifer for help.

Lucifer’s red eyes shined. It would be easy if Hayden just begged him for help.

He liked that Hayden remained haughty even after they had slept together.

“Beelzebub.”

Finally, Lucifer took a sip of water and called Beelzebub.

Beelzebub glared at him, annoyed that Lucifer was suddenly interfering after staying quiet.

When Lucifer spoke up about a mere sacrifice, the other Lords also turned their gaze toward him.

Lucifer calmly wiped crumbs off his hands and spoke.

“I will give you a new dessert, so stop.”

“Dessert?”

“It is a sherbet brought in specially from Nibelan in the North.”

“Really?”

As if he had never been angry, Beelzebub let go of Hayden’s wrist and his eyes sparkled.

Nibelan sherbet was a specialty product made from fruit that only grew in that region.

The fruit tasted similar to grapes, but it was a unique species where the seeds were made of ice.

It was exceptionally sweet and refreshing.

Since they only produced a set amount per year, it was a precious dessert. It was also one of Beelzebub’s favorites.

“Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll let it slide just this once. Be careful from now on.”

Excited by Lucifer’s answer, Beelzebub tore off a large piece of bread soaked in soup and stuffed it into his mouth.

‘I didn’t need you to let it slide.’

Hayden, finally free from Beelzebub, stepped back while looking down at his overlapping bruises.

It was a natural progression for Hayden’s light purple eyes to carefully look toward Lucifer as he rubbed his wrist.

As if he were moved by Lucifer saving him, Hayden looked at him secretly before lowering his gaze and fiddling with his hands in confusion.

The moment Lucifer’s gaze landed on Hayden again, Hayden rubbed his wrist very preciously.

It was as if the bruises Lucifer had left were visible in a new way.

Lucifer’s gaze stayed on Hayden for a long time, while several other Lords looked at Lucifer with suspicious eyes.

The meal ended in a strange atmosphere.

‘What was that voice?’

After the strange breakfast, Hayden was deep in thought as he headed toward Leviathan’s office.

After receiving greetings from the servants passing by, Hayden went up to the 5th floor and opened the door leading to Leviathan’s spire.

Not even the shadow of a servant could be seen here.

Hayden’s thoughts deepened as he walked down the long hallway.

‘I have no one to ask. It’s frustrating.’

Hayden let out a deep sigh and soon arrived in front of Leviathan’s office.

Hayden pushed his random thoughts away and carefully knocked on the carved door.

Two snakes wrapping around a sword. Judging by Lucifer’s bedroom, this was likely Leviathan’s seal.

‘Hmm, that would look pretty if engraved on my leg.’

Hayden was certain it would be engraved on his body sooner or later.

“Come in.”

While he was looking at the seal, he heard Leviathan’s voice. Hayden carefully pushed the door open and entered.

A man with sharp eyes, firmly shut lips, and green hair tied low and draped over one shoulder sat in a perfect posture at the desk in the middle of the office.

He wore a monocle. He had a way of speaking that rarely looked down on others, yet a face full of disgust that didn’t match his words.

It was a strange mix that was exactly Hayden’s type. Hayden carefully stepped forward and stood in front of him.

It was the first time Leviathan had called for him personally.

Since he had such a clean personality and looked at humans with contempt as if they were less than animals, it was natural that he wouldn’t look for Hayden.

Because it was the first time being called, Hayden felt excited.

Was he going to interrogate him about yesterday?

If things went well, he might even punish him.

While sex was best, Hayden had masochistic tendencies and liked most forms of corporal punishment.

Well, in reality, it would be lucky if the germaphobic Leviathan didn’t just make him clean.

“I heard you called for me.”

Leviathan kept his gaze only on the table on top of his desk. His quill pen didn’t stop scratching.

The Lords each had a role in ruling the empire, and Leviathan was in charge of diplomacy.

These were likely documents regarding that.

Since there was no point in disturbing his work, Hayden kept his mouth shut and stood still in the middle of the office.

Tap.

Fortunately, he was almost finished with his work.

Not long after, he put down his pen and looked up. Only then did the clear blue eyes behind the monocle look at Hayden.

Leviathan pushed the documents aside, crossed his legs, and rested his gloved hands on his knee. His cold gaze swept over Hayden from head to toe.

“Hayden.”

The plain voice called Hayden’s name surprisingly easily.

Hayden lowered his gaze as if nervous and answered with difficulty.

“…Yes.”

“Do you know why I called you during this precious time?”

Leviathan was a man with a obsession for cleanliness and order.

He even set the time for Hayden’s visits down to the minute and second.

Naturally, the time to ask about meals was also set. 19:06:00. It couldn’t be earlier or later.

Usually, Hayden followed this well, but today he hadn’t even shown up, so it was natural that Leviathan was displeased.

Hayden thought for a moment. Leviathan hated the very existence of humans.

Especially stupid ones.

Acting like he didn’t know at all would only cause resentment. However, he would also hate it if Hayden acted too smart.

“…I was unable to perform my duties properly yesterday.”

“It seems not all humans are stupid.”

There was a hint of favor in his eyes.

But since the ultimate goal was to receive a punishment, Hayden spoke up as if it were unfair.

“There was a reason, I mean… it was unavoidable. I was helping Lucifer-sama with his bath…”

“Being able to escape properly is also one of your skills.”

“But…!”

“Stop.”

Hayden’s voice, which was complaining about the unfairness, stopped at the cold tone.

“Only answer what you are asked.”

“……”

“It doesn’t matter to me what you were doing that made you late. Whether you were rolling around filthily with Lucifer or clinging to him to act cute.”

Hayden bit his lip in shame, and Leviathan looked down calmly.

“What matters is that you did not do the work you were supposed to do, and you must take responsibility for that.”

“It’s unfair…!”

“Be quiet.”

Leviathan stood up and walked around the desk.

With every step he took, his well-polished shoes made a thud sound.

Hayden frowned and clenched his fists.

Leviathan, who was observing every single action, kicked Hayden’s leg.

“…!”

Leviathan approached quickly and grabbed Hayden by the hair as he collapsed to the floor without even being able to scream.

As Leviathan leaned his head down slightly, the silver chain of his monocle swayed slightly.

“Ugh, ah.”

Hayden, standing awkwardly, let out breaths in an uneven rhythm.

The hand that pulled his hair with merciless force as if it would rip it all out was painful—and sweet.

Hayden’s eyes shined as if he had discovered a hidden treasure.

Was it a sense he had developed from dealing with men for a long time?

Or was it his masochistic instinct? Whatever it was, Hayden could tell at a glance.

“I wonder if humans just can’t understand a simple instruction to only answer when asked.”

He could see the sadism of the man standing before him.

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