Slave of the Demon King’s Castle 29

## Chapter 29 – No One Can Fool Their Seed # 1

As Number 25, having finished showering with Charlotte, headed to the dining hall, Acer approached him directly.
The sound of her heels clicking faster than usual betrayed her anxiety.
Acer felt Number 25’s body, a worried expression on her face.

“Number 25, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you. You’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t be wandering around like this.”

For some reason, Number 25 couldn’t look Acer in the eye, scratching his head and turning his gaze to the left wall.
Admiring the meaningless pattern of the wallpaper, he opened his mouth in a barely audible voice.

“Ah, I was with Charlotte-nim for a bit…”

Acer didn’t accept that answer, interrogating him like a detective.

“Where? What were you doing?”

Whether it was a woman’s intuition, or she didn’t like the man she’d been intimate with—or rather, had made out with—playing around with another woman, Acer wasn’t letting up easily, unlike usual.
Her sharp, golden gaze alternated between Charlotte and Number 25 like a beast.

Just before she became even more suspicious, Charlotte answered.

“I was showing him around the inside of the castle. It seems we missed the Demon Lord. And guys don’t really like clingy girls.”

A slightly provocative remark from Charlotte brought an awkward silence.
Number 25 was caught between the two women, not knowing what to do, but fortunately, it was Acer who took a step back.

“…Really?”

Charlotte lowered her eyes, bowing her head slightly, and offered a bland apology.

“If you had said something, I would have come to find you. I’m sorry.”

“Th-that’s right! I was looking for the Demon Lord too, but I couldn’t find her because the castle is so big.”

Number 25, seeing Acer’s expression darken, desperately added strength to Charlotte’s words.
Her sad face was painful to watch.

“Just tell me next time.”

But Acer, already slightly upset, left only those words and headed to the dining hall alone.

Charlotte waited until the sound of her heels faded away and Acer was completely out of sight before roughly grabbing Number 25’s butt and smiling.

“You’re getting good at lying now? Yeah, keep it a secret from the Demon Lord.”

A childlike smile. Number 25 couldn’t resist that smile.
Charlotte released her grip on his butt, gently caressing it as if she felt sorry for grabbing it so hard.
In that series of touches, a lust beyond affection could be glimpsed.

“Now, let’s hurry and catch up with the Demon Lord.”

When they finally arrived at the dining hall, Acer had already started eating alone.
The fact that she, who usually waited for Charlotte and Number 25, was eating first meant she was in a very bad mood.

Number 25 cautiously sat next to Acer, and Charlotte sat across from Number 25.
Before eating the food in front of him, Number 25 offered his usual greeting.

“Enjoy your meal.”

“Yeah.”

Perhaps because the other maids were eating nearby, Acer replied in a colder voice than usual.
Number 25 quietly picked up his knife in the unusual, uncomfortable atmosphere.

In the brief moment Acer’s gaze was directed at her food,

Charlotte used her fork to pierce the center of the sausage on her plate and began licking the surface, lasciviously playing with her tongue.
An odd method at first glance, it was more focused on arousing Number 25 than on actually eating.
As if to prove it, Charlotte’s gaze was fixed on Number 25’s eyes.

And her appeal reached Number 25 perfectly. Seeing the sausage going back and forth over Charlotte’s soft lips, he couldn’t help but imagine Charlotte’s figure, who had been sucking his cock so passionately until just now, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his meal.

To make matters worse, Charlotte took off her shoe and stretched out her foot, starting to tickle Number 25’s hardening cock.

Number 25, who couldn’t have imagined she would do something like this during a meal, twitched as soon as Charlotte’s foot touched him.

Seeing Number 25 suddenly twitch, Acer asked before she could even swallow the food in her mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

Charlotte, still tickling Number 25’s cock with her toes, bit into the sausage with a nonchalant expression.
With a soft pop, the juices burst out as the sausage was cut, and Number 25 felt goosebumps spreading all over his body, starting from the base of his cock.

“Yeah, you don’t look so good?”

“It’s… nothing.”

Acer had no idea what was happening under the table. She simply tilted her head and resumed her meal.
Charlotte’s foot showed no signs of stopping.

Number 25 clenched his teeth, desperately trying to keep the sound from escaping, and tensed all his muscles to prevent his body from convulsing.

In the uncomfortable meal where he didn’t know if the food was going in his nose or his mouth, Acer, having emptied about half of her plate, wiped her mouth and began to talk about what Number 25 would be doing in the future.

“Number 25. This is sudden, but you’ll be joining the patrol of District 7 with me starting tomorrow.”

“Pa, hng… patrol?”

This is bad.

The moan he had barely suppressed escaped his lips as he spoke.

But Acer, whether she was pretending not to notice or simply didn’t hear it because she had so much to say,
showed no particular reaction and continued with what she was saying.

“Yeah. You’ll have to be wandering around here and there in the future, so you should at least memorize the roads, right?”

Acer then took something out of her pocket and placed it in front of Number 25 with a thud.

“And from now on, read this book from time to time.”

The thing that appeared with a dull sound was too thick to be called a book. He even wondered where Acer had taken such a book from in her clothes.

There was no title on the cover, and a circular magic circle he had never seen before was drawn on it.
Acer added an explanation of the book to Number 25, who was making a bewildered expression.

“It’s the address and compilation of modern magic that the magicians of District 2 put their heads together to write. Most people wouldn’t be able to understand it even if they read it, but I have some expectations for you.”

“Magic…?”

There were definitely a few people among the Iron Cage’s family who could use magic. It was useless magic that didn’t help with escape, though.
It wasn’t that Number 25 hadn’t tried it either. However, he had never succeeded even once. As a result, Number 25 had only thought that he was not meant to use magic.

Acer explained to Number 25 repeatedly in a voice that had brightened up before he knew it. She looked like a child who was excited about something and was giving detailed explanations.

“Ordinary demons like us can only use one type of magic according to the nature of the circuit given to us from birth. But I heard that dragons are different.”

Acer’s words about magic were all difficult to understand. But he didn’t want to disappoint the expectations he was receiving for the first time. Number 25 put down the knife he was using to cut the meat and carefully turned the first page of the book she had given him.

Acer was looking at Number 25 with eyes full of anticipation, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn’t know what it meant.
Above all, it would be strange if he could fully concentrate on the book when Charlotte kept touching his genitals with her toes.

The letters only looked like earthworms crawling on white paper, and the content that somehow entered his head was scattered like fog.

Charlotte, without changing her expression, quickly closed the book that Number 25 had barely opened and said,

“Isn’t that like telling a child who hasn’t even taken their first steps to suddenly try to fly? Let him finish his meal first and then have him do it step by step.”

If she was going to be considerate of Number 25 with such a kind face, it would have been nice if she had also been considerate of what was happening under the table without Acer’s knowledge.

Number 25’s face began to distort slightly.
He had tried to endure it somehow, but this was the limit.

But no matter how much it was Charlotte, she had no intention of going any further.

Acer, who had spent some secret time with Number 25, would now easily notice the smell of semen. Charlotte barely stopped her foot just before Number 25 ejaculated, and Number 25 was finally able to take a breather.

Number 25 took a long breath and paused to catch his breath.

Acer, unlike usual, was not eating properly and asked Number 25, who was fidgeting, with concern.

“You’re not eating well today? Are you still not feeling well?”

Number 25 quickly shook his head from side to side instead of answering.
So that Acer wouldn’t see his flushed face.

Charlotte, putting on the shoes she had taken off, nonchalantly blamed the chef.

“The chef can’t always be in good condition.”

Acer tilted her head to the left.

“No, the taste seems fine…?”

“The Demon Lord eats everything well, but she’s not exactly a gourmet, is she?”

“Well, that’s true.”

While having a short conversation with no particular meaning, Acer, who had finished her meal faster than anyone else, got up from her seat and approached Number 25 from behind.
Acer whispered softly in his ear so that the people around her couldn’t hear.

“Um… if it’s okay with you, would you like to come to my room tonight? I’ll give you the massage I gave you last time. It’s, it’s not for any other reason, it’s just because you’re a patient. If a slave working in this castle is sick, the Demon Lord’s reputation will be ruined…”

The word “massage” brought back memories of that day.

But somehow, Charlotte heard that small whisper and narrowed her eyes, answering instead of Number 25, who couldn’t readily answer.

“Demon Lord? Shouldn’t Number 25 be resting for the time being since he’s a patient?”

Acer, more surprised that her courageously made suggestion was interrupted by an unexpected person than the fact that her whisper had been heard, looked at Charlotte with wide eyes.
It was as if she was asking ‘Why?’ with her eyes.

But she didn’t say it out loud.
What Charlotte said was usually right. Acer, who consulted her on everything related to men, had no choice but to follow Charlotte’s words this time as well.

“I, is that so? Well, if he’s a patient, he should rest.”

There was a considerable amount of regret in Acer’s voice as she said that.

Charlotte asked Acer, who was walking away from Number 25’s back with a lonely step and trying to leave the dining hall.

“Are you leaving already?”

Acer answered without bothering to look back.

“Yeah, I have a lot of work to do today, so I’m a bit tired. I should go to bed early.”

It’s a contradiction. She just said she would give him a massage, but now she’s saying she’s tired and going to bed early.
But no one in that place questioned those words until Acer left.

After Acer left, Charlotte put the half-eaten sausage back in her mouth.
She smiled playfully like a child and spoke to Number 25.

“Wanna have secret sex again?”

Number 25 knew that he shouldn’t do this to Acer, but he couldn’t forget the pleasure of that time, so he quietly nodded his head.