Is the XX of the Former Hero and the Reincarnated Demon King Fate？ 1417

Chapter 1417 – What Could It Be? It’s a Valentine’s Event.

As mid-February approached, the weather seemed to gradually improve. But unlike the spring outside, my room was freezing. To be exact, my spine.

What on earth did you prepare for? … !

An hour ago, my wives, Taeyeon, and Yena locked me in the room, saying they were going to have a Valentine’s event. It’s not that it’s sexy because Yena intervenes, but the last words that the Demon King, the mainstay of my women, uttered gave me the creeps.

Haha! Jiheon! Look forward to it!”

Expectation. It was like that before we started dating. They take me out on their own to hunt wild boars, kidnap me and take me camping, and point guns at me, so I can have children with them. Every time I brought up the word ‘expectation’, something always happened.

Knock

“!”

While my heart was pounding differently, I heard a knocking sound. I got up from the bed I had been sitting on and went to the door. I carefully opened the door and went out into the hallway where the Valentine’s event had ended.

“… !”

The Demon King was standing in the hallway with his back to the living room. He wasn’t wearing his usual green sweatpants. I was standing in a sailor suit full of freshness and freshness.

“Haha. Ha-eup.”

The devil made eye contact with me and put a piece of bread in his mouth without any explanation. Then, she walked quickly, moving her white legs that were exposed under the navy blue skirt. No, I ran.

“Jikoku! Jikoku!”

“Oh! Hey! Now, wait a minute!”

“Losing, kuut!”

Poop!

“Huh?!”

The demon king, who was running while muttering Japanese with a piece of bread in his mouth, threw his whole body at me. Although he was shorter and thinner than me, I flew through the air with the force of being hit by a truck.

Crash!

My feet were in the air and in less than a second, I was lying on the hallway floor. I almost left for another world once again, so I got up with my sore body and looked at the Demon King to argue.

“Itatatata… !”

But I couldn’t argue. It wasn’t enough that she pretended to have fallen and sat on the floor in the hallway, so she stood up with her legs spread like an M, so her white panties were fully exposed under her skirt.

“Ugh! “There you are!”

The devil, who was scratching his head as if he had hit the back of his head while falling, finally called me. She shouted, as always, with her doll-like face covered in shamelessness.

“You! “What if it suddenly pops out of the alley?”

“You crashed into it?! But why is this an alley?!”

“Sweet! How dare you speak so loudly! “If I’m late because of you, yay!”

First, she sat down with her panties exposed, and now she hastily pushed down her sailor suit skirt and lowered her upright legs. The Demon King, kneeling on the floor of the hallway, frowned in shame.

“This pervert!” Ecchi! Pervert! Lucky skebe!”

“You showed it to me?!”

“All perverts say that!”

“You really showed it to me?!”

“It’s noisy!”

The Demon King, who had been talking nonsense non-stop, stood up from his seat. Then he turned around and quickly ran into the living room.

“…”

In the end, the only thing left in the hallway was me and a piece of bread. He couldn’t come to his senses from the shock, as if he had been hit on the head. He didn’t even think about getting up and just stared blankly in the living room where the demon king had run to.

“No. “What is it?”

I was dazed for about a minute and then came back to my senses. I picked up the piece of bread that had fallen on the floor and stood up. I took a bite of bread and headed to the living room to find out what was going on.

“Hey, hey! Stop there!”

“Taeyeon?!”

“Don’t shut up!”

However, before even entering the living room, Taeyeon appeared wearing a sailor suit. Unlike the Demon King, whose skirt reached up to her knees, Taeyeon was wearing a skirt long enough to cover her ankles.

Percussion!

“If you don’t want to be left behind!”

There was also a bamboo sword in her hand.

“No, Taeyeon. Even you… !”

“You, sir! “I told you to shut up!”

“Oh! No! Don’t hit me with it! It really hurts!”

It seems that it was not Taeyeon’s intention. Her face was turning red with shame as she glared at me as if she were going to kill me.

“No, why am I doing this…” … !”

She grumbled as she placed the bamboo sword that looked like it was meant to be struck on her shoulder. After completing her preparations, Taeyeon began her performance with a deep look of shame on her face.

“Hey! Who are you! Are you a student?”

“Uh, uhh, I’m a college student. Not yet.”

“What? A transfer student? But is the transfer student late from the first day?”

“You’re a college student?!”

“You lie down right now! “Because being late means being a teenager!”

“Did I just say I’m a college student?!”

“What? Talk back? 10 more added!”

“No, ah, ah, Joom… !”

I felt like I couldn’t proceed if I opened my mouth any further, so I had no choice but to lie down on the floor in the hallway. Taeyeon went next to me and raised her bamboo sword as if she was about to swing it.

“Uh, huh? Uh? “Are you really going to hit me?”

“Really hit me. Are you going to fake it?”

“You can’t hit me?!”

“You can’t even be late! Ruler! One!”

“Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh, huh? Huh?”

Took, tok, tok, tok, tok

Fortunately, it didn’t really hit me. Taeyeon swung the bamboo sword fiercely as if cutting the air, but she lightly tapped my buttocks as if massaging them.

Ah, thank goodness. I thought you were really hitting me,

Wow!

“Huh!? Evil! Oh, my! Oh, my!”

“Uh, hey. “Are you sick?”

“It hurts! Of course!”

As she was in the midst of relaxing, she felt a shock that felt like an explosion on her buttocks. I threw her stretched out body to the side and stroked her hot buttocks.

“Ah, this hurts more than I thought. “This is.”

Seeing her in pain, Taeyeon lightly hit her palm with a bamboo sword. It was a completely different speed than when I swung it at my hip.

“Hey, Mr. Sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt that much. No, I said I would hit him gently too…”

“It hurt so much! Really!”

“I said I was sorry. I’ll kiss you later. “Steamy.”

“… !”

When I heard that he was going to kiss me, I stopped complaining and got up from my pain. She wasn’t hit so badly that she would have bruises anyway.

“But what is all this?”

I stood up while rubbing my butt and brought up the question that had been on my mind until now. Taeyeon laughed and answered, placing her bamboo sword on her shoulder.

“What do you think? “It’s a Valentine’s event.”

“This?”

“Ah, yes, I think so too. What should I do? “My daughter wants to do it.”

“You spanked my butt too?”

“I’m sorry about that. And when I was there, I was hit harder.”

This time, I found another difference with the devil in Taeyeon, who frowned with regret. On her white short sleeves, which exposed her forearms, was a yellow armband with the word “Seondobu” Written on it.

“Did the leader hit you back then?”

“The manager did hit me. You hit that bastard so fucking hard? Also, because she was so fucking pervert, she pretended to hit me and lifted her skirt with a bamboo sword.”

“Really?”

“Then you must have faked it? Ouch. Just go now. Because I’m ready to hit the other bastards too.”

“What on earth did you do…?” … !”

“Just go for now. Because my turn is now over. Quickly.”

“Can you tell me a little bit?”

“Is it okay? Hey. Don’t do that. Uh, so.”

Taeyeon, who was urging me to go, lowered her eyes as she chose what to say. When she made eye contact with me again a moment later, her eyes were sparkling with mischief like a devil.

“Look forward to it.”

“Oh, kinda.”

“Stop whining and go quickly. “I have to do the next one too.”

As Taeyeon said, Sehee, Minah, and Yena were still left. I entered the living room with my heart pounding, wondering what they had prepared.

“Huh?”

The living room also looked different, just like the Demon King and Taeyeon. There were no sofas or tables anywhere, and there were rows of chairs and desks that you would only see at school.

“Oh my?”

At this time, Sehee’s voice was heard from behind. I turned my head and saw Sehee coming out of the kitchen. Uniquely, she was wearing a black sailor uniform, both top and bottom.

“Oh, Sehee.”

It was an outfit that went well with Sehee, who had skin as white as milk and hair as black as the night sky. I approached Sehee while deeply admiring her beauty.

“Sehee, hey?”

I just approached him by calling his name. But Se-hee frowned as if she had heard something she couldn’t hear. She frowned her white and beautiful forehead and spouted out something absurd.

“Are you just calling your senior by his name? Without any manners?”

“You’re a senior?!”

“Okay. I am a senior. “You are a junior.”

“Me?”

“Okay. “You.”

Sehee raised her hand and touched my forehead with the tip of her index finger as if she was going to engrave it. Then she placed her fist on her thin waist and looked up at me and said.

“I heard that a transfer student is coming to our school. “I didn’t expect such a rude junior to come.”

“No, I am,”

“Did you forget something?”

I thought about what I had forgotten. Sehee immediately told me what I had forgotten.

“Should I say I’m sorry?”

“Oh, that is,”

“Sorry. Tell me. Come on.”

“That, that,”

“Crime. Song. Bout. You. Everything.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Now I can see some manners. Well done.”

Now he even stood up and patted my head to praise me. Seeing that Sehee was cute like that made me feel a little crazy.

“Okay. Transfer student.”

Sehee, who was lightly stroking my head, gave off a much lighter mood. He asked with a faint smile on his light pink lips.

“What is your name?”

“Uh? “Kangji,”

“Huh? “Did you just say uh?”

“Hey, this is Kang Ji-heon.”

“Okay. That’s what you should say. Well done.”

Sehee raised her hand and stroked my head just like before. Then I finally told them what kind of situation I was in.

“You transferred to a rural school because of your parents’ transfer, right? “Even though our school is co-educational, there are no males, so it’s almost like an all-girls high school?”