Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 279

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“Evan Mitchell. This one.”
Even the King of Ten Thousand Demons himself would have felt embarrassed, so when Evan Mitchell hesitated, an elderly maid stepped forward. The aged attendant carefully rummaged through a cookie tin among the displayed items—the sort of thing the Grandmother might use as a sewing basket—and thrust a spray bottle into Evan’s hands, insisting it would be absolutely necessary.
“What is this?”
“It is to make it last longer.”
“Why would I need this?”
“Because His Highness Seian is fast.”
“How do you know that?”
“His Imperial Majesty knows everything.”
“You shouldn’t know that, you lunatic!”
With the Bachelor absent, Evan felt free to curse Cecilia. Cecilia had been about to respond that as an older sister, she naturally ought to know such matters, but Gerth’s stern expression silenced her.
“Even between siblings, there is privacy. The human Emperor was wrong.”
“So even you find this strange…?”
“To borrow Evan’s expression, it’s absolutely spine-chilling.”
“!”
Cecilia’s face showed a light shock. From what she had observed thus far, Gerth—Evan’s first husband—barely reacted to anything. So Cecilia had come to feel a certain familiarity and kinship with him, but his passionate response shook her heart.
“The more information one has about one’s full siblings, the better.”
“I don’t want to know. Even imagining such information about Ilyong, Iyong, and Samryong makes my skin crawl.”
“…”
Cecilia’s expression turned thoughtful. Gerth rarely spoke incorrectly, and she had come to rely on him subtly. Above all, since he was Evan’s carefully chosen first husband, His Imperial Majesty had showered him with trust without hesitation.
“Hey! You ignore everything I say, so why do you listen so well to Gerth!”
Watching Cecilia, Evan felt a surge of irritation. She had known Cecilia far longer than Gerth had, so why did Cecilia trust him more?
“Your words and the Serpent King’s words carry different weight.”
“I’ll grant you that!”
Gerth is far more trustworthy. Evan puffed up with pride at her husband’s compliment, straightening her shoulders and nodding vigorously.
“Evan. That is not courtesy toward your companion.”
Pointing out his wife’s lapse in focus before the matter at hand, Gerth delivered his rebuke with elegant poise. Evan turned toward Seian with an apologetic start.
“If you permit it, I shall begin.”
“Uuuugh…!”
Seian’s face flushed crimson as he groaned, but he did not voice a refusal. Evan confidently began unbuttoning Seian’s shirt.
“Wait, wait! Why do I have to undress first? This is embarrassing!”
“Understood.”
Going first was simple enough. With that thought, Evan casually pulled off her own shirt, baring her skin. Seian shrieked and covered his eyes.
“Aaaaah! No! You’re insane! Put your clothes on! Everyone close your eyes! You’re all absolutely mad!”
Evan, who stripped off her clothes at a simple command; the others, who stared openly; and Gerth, who sat watching his wife’s union with her second husband—from Seian’s perspective, they were all utterly insane.
“Should I undress or not? Make up your mind.”
“Put your clothes on!”
“Understood.”
Still, it was a relief that she listened to reason. Seian took a deep breath, uncertain whether to feel reassured or anxious.
“Now I get it completely! I can’t do this with you in front of all these people!”
Imperial decree or not—she simply refused. Seian accepted that he possessed not a shred of audacity, even if you ground him into powder, and firmly believed that Evan would find a way out of this situation.
“Are you saying you’ll postpone it? Or are you asking to go somewhere we can be alone?”
“S-somewhere where only the two of us can be! Let’s go!”
“Understood.”
Evan summoned her ice wings and bid everyone farewell before lifting Seian into her arms. From this moment forward, she would depart into a world brimming with anguish—just the two of them. As the woman who had cried out so enthusiastically leaped through the window into the night, Cecilia picked up her wine glass with a worried expression.
“I do hope those two manage to see it through to the end.”
“They are both adults. There was truly no need for such concern.”
“But this is Seian’s first time. I do so wish to see their child soon.”
“Evan and Seian are of different races. They cannot have children.”
Hearing this for the first time, Cecilia tilted her head in confusion. Gerth rinsed his mouth with water before dessert and explained the biological secrets of each race.
“Evan’s body and organs are approximately half composed of mana. She is an entirely separate form of life—neither demon nor human.”
“My goodness, so we truly cannot see their child?”
“It is possible. I can bear one.”
“?”
Gerth spoke another peculiar thing, so Cecilia tilted her head in confusion from a different angle. Gerth chuckled softly and brought up Hubert’s story.
“My blood and flesh can create another life with its own consciousness. I even created my current son alone.”
“Then, could you also blend Evan and Seian’s portions?”
“It is possible. If I use my blood and flesh as a base and blend Evan and your younger sibling’s bodies, a child resembling all three adequately would be created.”
“How wonderfully convenient.”
“However, I would need to sacrifice an arm or a leg, resulting in permanent bodily damage.”
“Childbirth has always been a matter of risking one’s life.”
An arm or a leg was a small price. Cecilia drank her wine with genuine joy for the first time in ages. The prospect of Seian being able to have offspring truly delighted her.

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Evan soared through the night sky, savoring the cityscape, and following Seian’s suggestions, purchased some snacks before entering the hotel operated by House of Letem. Since I only called Reina Letem a friend for occasions like this, I confidently took the penthouse key and threw Seian onto the spacious living room sofa with its expansive windows overlooking the city, then waited patiently.
“There’s no need to rush. If I decide to do something, I’ll do it. If I decide not to, I won’t.”
Having come to the Letem hotel, I recalled the advice the Head Maid Grandmother had once given me, and gently persuaded Seian that there was no need to hurry.
But Seian was a passionate man in his twenties, and his heart raced with anxiety at being overtaken by Gerth. Knowing that hesitation would spell disaster, persuasion was futile.
“Hey! Promise me something!”
“What is it?”
“Even if I tell you to stop, never actually stop!”
“Hmm….”
That would be difficult. I gave it serious thought and declined. If it were just me, I could exercise restraint somehow, but the Mitchell consciousness mixed within me would surely succumb to impulse. In truth, the moment I saw Seian fresh from bathing at the Imperial Palace, I’d wanted to dive straight into bed, yet Evan Mitchell managed to exercise miraculous patience and refrain.
“It’s hard. I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do what! If I say do it, you do it!”
Seian was obliviously triumphant. It was rare for Evan to be so passive, and his trashy nature—the one that enjoyed manipulating others at will—surfaced and delighted him.
These two were, when you thought about it, a meeting of trash and trash. A perfect match. Trash clinging to trash and never leaving the dumpster was the path toward humanity’s greater good.
“Just say you understand! If I say do it, you do it!”
“Hmm….”
Seian, now excited, seized my wrist and pulled me toward him. Worried he might get hurt, I let myself be pulled along as he wished, and swallowed hard at the sweet scent emanating from the man.
The loud gulp made Seian chuckle softly as he wrapped his arms around the back of my neck.
“Hey, you want to, don’t you.”
“I want to so badly I think I’m going mad.”
“That’s quite an intense way to put it.”
Seian, kissing softly, bit at my lips as if demanding a decision. Desperate to skip ahead entirely, I barely restrained my hands from moving and groaned.
“Your heart might change at any moment…, mm.”
“Just for today. Just right now—can’t you listen to me?”
Yes! I wanted to say, but I bit my lips firmly and held back. Yet Seian’s assault didn’t cease. The black-haired beauty, eyes crinkling with a smile, smoothly moved his leg to tickle the tips of my toes.
“I’m telling you it’s fine, okay?”
“Ugh! Ngh!”
Unable to hold back any longer, I tore at Seian’s shirt. The woman kissing him fiercely watched as Seian already began to pant, then brazenly disclaimed responsibility for what was about to unfold.
“Ha, hey, that tickles.”
You like biting, don’t you. Seian stroked my back gently, as if taming a large dog, and offered himself freely.
While I was thoroughly enjoying the foreplay, the man tensed and drew a sharp breath. Confirming that Seian had reached a quick climax, I suddenly remembered something and hastily pulled out a spray bottle.
“Wait, what are you using that for?”
“For where it’s needed.”
“Hey, don’t—don’t do that, okay?”
“I promised not to listen to you for just today.”
“Hey!”
I applied the important item to the important area and continued. Since this novel is rated 15+, detailed descriptions of what was done and where are omitted.
“Hic, hieek! Hey, st-stop! Stop it!”
After many steps were omitted, Seian began to cry. At first it felt good. The second time was somewhat difficult. By the third time it began to hurt, and by the fourth time it truly ached. It hurt like salt being poured on a wound, yet strangely, pleasure rose alongside it, threatening to drive him mad.

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