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Escaping was a pipe dream, and at this rate, he would be stuck laboring for 50 years.
The period might shorten until the Main Character arrives, but even if that was next week, Hayden couldn’t live like this.
His mind was filled only with sex, cocks, and all sorts of positions.
‘Right. I have to seduce them.’
With a flash of resolve, Hayden’s eyes glittered between his strands of hair.
He spent two days figuring out the situation, two days deciding to just watch a bit longer, and three days trying to plan an escape.
Hayden had endured enough.
‘Let’s see them try to hold out.’
Hayden resolved that today, at this moment, he would pioneer his own ideal world.
Ding-a-ling.
Just then, the bell connected to the bed rang.
It was Lucifer’s bell.
Hayden clenched and unclenched his fists, then rushed out of his room.
Knock. Knock.
Called by Lucifer, Hayden patted the scraps of cloth that barely covered him, straightened his outfit, and knocked on the door with the antique relief carvings.
The door, about one and a half times his height, was emblazoned with Lucifer’s Seal.
“Enter.”
As permission was granted from inside, Hayden inhaled a long, slow breath and opened the door.
Keeping his gaze slightly lowered, he gave a reluctant greeting.
“Did you call for me?”
“……”
Lucifer gave no instruction, as if expecting something.
Hayden pressed his lips together, pretending to know what the Demon Lord wanted, and spoke again.
“Lord Lucifer…”
“I need to wash.”
A low, deep voice resonated within the chamber.
It sounded subtly complex—a little tired, a little annoyed.
Only then did Hayden raise his eyes a little further.
‘… Blood?’
Hayden secretly frowned, looking at the blood dripping onto the floor.
The freshly shed blood felt warm and alive, as if he touched it.
It was unlikely that Lucifer, the Lord of Pride, would be injured, so it definitely wasn’t his blood.
That left only one possibility: it was blood from someone he had just killed.
‘Looks like he killed someone again.’
Whether it was a demon, a monster, or even a human.
Although he had only been living in the Demon Lords’ castle for a week, the number of demons and monsters he had seen with their necks or limbs torn off already exceeded ten.
Now, blood was nothing to him.
He had become so used to the Demon Lords killing that he felt no aversion to it.
No, they made him get used to it.
The Lucifer Seal clearly stamped on the back of his neck played that role.
Over the week of serving as a servant, he learned that the Seal had many functions.
It served as a means of punishment, a device to partially demonize the human, and yet he still couldn’t grasp its full utility.
Hayden slowly raised his gaze to catch a slight glimpse of Lucifer’s back.
Lucifer was the kind of person who had to be observed cautiously.
As the Lord of Pride, he often found it displeasing for anyone to even dare to look at him.
Lucifer stood in the middle of the chamber, his back to Hayden.
From the slight turn of his head, his side profile revealed the clear, ruby-like glow of his red eyes.
Blood that matched the color of his eyes was splattered over his black uniform, which was adorned with gold embellishments, contrasting with his dark hair and pale face.
Long eyelashes were cast down over his slightly lowered gaze.
‘He is totally my type…’
Not that any of the Demon Lords weren’t his type, but the frustration of being unable to touch the forbidden fruit for an entire week was gnawing at Hayden’s patience.
‘I’m going to make him pounce, seriously.’
“……”
When Hayden didn’t reply, Lucifer’s red gaze moved.
A hot sensation flared on the back of his neck, prompting Hayden to quickly drop his eyes and speak.
“I will prepare. Please proceed to the bathroom.”
Hayden used a polite posture and tone, but his narrowed brow showed his distaste.
It was as if he was signaling that even though he was forced into this state by the Seal, his heart would not surrender.
Lucifer looked down, piercing Hayden with his eyes, before finally moving and entering the bathroom attached to the chamber.
Click.
Hayden pressed one of the ornaments around his neck.
The gold chain with a small gem was a magical tool connected to the castle servants, allowing him to transmit his voice.
Hayden called for the maids responsible for cleaning.
He had heard that the Demon Lords and the servants could not stay in the same area for long, so he had to give overlapping instructions like this.
“Lord Lucifer’s bedroom requires cleaning. Please clean it quickly before he leaves the bath.”
[Understood, Lord Hayden.]
Contrary to his expectation that the servants would ignore or harass him, they were always respectful to Hayden.
Judging by this, Hayden’s position seemed to be equivalent to a head maid or butler.
Having quickly finished the instructions, Hayden hurried to the bathroom.
Opening the ornate door revealed a luxurious bathroom.
A large, square bathtub stood in the center, various aromatic oils and bath bombs were arranged near the door, and a partition in the middle separated a space for a quick shower.
Everything was in perfect order.
The first time he saw it, Hayden observed it with the curiosity one might have for a strange relic, but that was brief now.
Lucifer was obviously waiting beyond the partition, and preparations had to be fast.
Hayden pressed the button next to the bathtub.
As the round magical tool installed on the bathtub floor began to spin and warm water flowed out, he quickly stepped behind the partition.
As expected, Lucifer was sitting on a stool, waiting.
Hayden approached him.
Dark red blood was already dripping onto the floor.
‘I should tell someone to clean that up, too.’
Having done this for a week, he genuinely felt like a servant.
“Excuse me.”
Hayden knelt at Lucifer’s feet.
The cloth parted, revealing his pressed thigh flesh.
Showing off his smooth, plump thighs through the gap, Hayden removed the boots and socks and placed them aside before standing up.
Lucifer stood up with him.
He had abstractly thought the Demon Lord would be massive, but the height difference was only slightly more than one head.
A pale hand reached out to Lucifer’s uniform.
As he skillfully began to strip off the uniform, heavy with soaked blood, a languid gaze fixed on the crown of Hayden’s head.
Hayden felt the stare but pretended not to notice as he took off the uniform jacket.
Blood dripped down over his taut muscles.
Admiring the pale skin, firm chest, and distinct abs for a moment to satisfy his desires, Hayden hung the uniform jacket on the wall hanger and placed his hands on Lucifer’s trousers.
All the Demon Lords were well-endowed, and their fronts always bulged even when they weren’t erect; taking off their clothes always made his mouth water at their majesty.
‘Fuck… but what’s the point? I can’t eat what’s right in front of me.’
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