The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

This was probably the best sleep Gray had had in twenty years.

The Demon King's physique does not require long periods of sleep. During the time when he was receiving aristocratic education during the day and active as a Shadow Warrior at the Brante Mansion, he often only slept for one or two hours.

Although it is sufficient to ensure normal life activities, people will always have times when they want to sleep in and want to stay in bed a little longer, which is only natural.

After being liberated from Brant's mansion, Gray was constantly on the move, and with nighttime raids from a certain pink-haired succubus, a white-haired elf, and others, he rarely had a good night's sleep.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the tender gaze of a red-haired girl, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Gray stretched lightly.

"How long have I slept?"

“About five hours,” Aiota replied softly.

Five hours... more than ten hours?

Gray sat up immediately: "Are your legs alright after all this time?"

The sudden head tilt almost caused their foreheads to collide, but fortunately, Gray reacted quickly enough to stop it in time.

"It's nothing...it's just a little sore...you can keep lying down..."

It was a slightly trembling smile.

Aieta could tell that Gray was acting strangely, and Gray could also tell that his fiancée was forcing him a little. Without greedily taking the warmth of his lap pillow, he immediately got up.

"Are you really alright? Can you stand up?"

Gray immediately got the answer from Iota's slightly shifted gaze.

The exposed skin on his legs was pressed red and raw; it was clear he was not alright, and he couldn't even stand up.

Whom does this bravado come from? (Don't you have any self-awareness?)

“A little massage will help it heal faster…” Gray suggested.

The area to be massaged is the thigh, not a part that can be touched casually. Even with my own fiancée, I need to get her permission first.

"Okay...please..."

Without hesitation, Aieta removed her armor, causing Gray to instinctively turn his head to dodge.

Even though there was no need to avoid him, Gray still turned his head out of politeness.

Aiota wasn't a girl who liked or was good at dressing up. She would choose to wear clothes that were easy to put on and take off and allowed her to move around in all seasons, and she quickly finished removing the lower half of her armor.

Even though he already knew her inside and out, Gray still felt that Iota's act of taking off her clothes without thinking was too bold.

After finally managing to tear my gaze away from that inexplicably attractive "pretentious object," as Gray had predicted, the prolonged use of the knee pillow had caused my thighs to turn bright red, which must have affected blood circulation.

As for massage techniques, the pink-haired succubus Kappa was self-taught; it seems to be a racial talent of succubi.

Gray doesn't know massage techniques, but he figured that massaging himself a couple of times would definitely help, though the effect would be much less than that of a professional.

With her pale (now bright red) thighs right in front of him, Gray hesitated.

Is it really okay to touch something so moist and soft?

But the girl didn't seem to care, and she was his fiancée, so Gray's hesitation didn't last long.

Upon lightly touching his skin, Gray jolted as if electrocuted, almost pulling his hand back.

What is this inexplicable sense of shame...?

Gray ultimately overcame his shame and continued the massage, believing that "a grown man has nothing to be ashamed of."

The smooth, tender feel was incredibly arousing, and Gray suppressed his restless heart.

A proper massage shouldn't involve any random thoughts.

That's what I thought, and I managed to suppress it, but...

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ha...ah...mmm...ahhh..."

"A little higher... um... right there... ha... ah... so good..."

His fiancée's foul language and heavy breathing intensified Gray's efforts.

He finds it hard to believe that his unmarried status wasn't intentional.

Her flushed, almost dripping red expression was also extremely alluring...

Gray could only try his best to avoid looking at Iota's lustful expression to prevent further stimulation of his lower body...

“Aiota…don’t use such strange words…”

He can't control whether someone is panting or not; he can't prevent them from even taking a breath, can he?

But let's avoid using such misleading terms. We're not doing anything strange, although we have indeed done some strange things...

"I'll try my best... ha... umm... umm..."

He managed to stop Iota from speaking recklessly, but Gray's panting still made his mouth dry.

It's amazing he managed to resist letting his fiancée force him to do it...

Even after the abnormal redness on Iota's thighs subsided, Gray's face remained flushed.

"Alright, let's get down to business..." Aieta finally regained her composure: "What happened?"

The question, naturally, was about the reason for Gray's depression.

The moment the topic was raised, Gray fell silent as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

The intense heat in my body instantly dissipated; just thinking about it made me realize how it was.

The impact of [Celestial Realm] on Gray is evident.

Seeing Gray's sudden silence, Aieta realized she had touched a nerve.

What on earth happened to make Grey Brandt, to make Lord Shadow so depressed?

She waited quietly for Gray to speak.

Yes, it's true, don't keep it bottled up inside, talking about it will make you feel better...

Gray thought to himself.

Even if it's cowardice, or just seeking psychological comfort, so be it.

This is his fiancée, Iota, one of the nine Kage. There's nothing to hide or anything he can't say.

Just as he was about to speak, to recount everything in detail, and to tell what he had seen.

[Celestial Realm], Goddess of Holy Light, describes their own despair.

My heart skipped a beat at that moment.

It felt as if a hand was gripping his throat with tremendous force, preventing him from making a sound.

Fear and despair surged up instantly.

The more he tried to speak, the stronger the grip on his neck became, and he couldn't utter a single word no matter what.

In Aiota's eyes, Gray's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth open but only uttering a few dry coughs without producing a single syllable.

"Gray!?" Iota was extremely anxious.

She didn't know what had happened, or why Gray suddenly looked so pained.

Iota immediately stood up, intending to walk over to Gray to check on the situation...

At the same time, Gray also realized that he couldn't say... he wasn't allowed to say those words.

With his resistance proving futile, Gray temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​revealing his true feelings.

In an instant, the immense force that had been gripping his throat vanished.

His breathing returned to normal, and Gray gasped for air, his collar soaked with sweat.

They won't even let you say it out loud; you can only think about it in your heart?

Are you kidding me? You're not even allowed to confide in someone or seek emotional comfort?

No wonder there's no way to find a solution to the hero and demon king's problems.

These are all important pieces of information that I simply cannot say!