Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 280

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“Ah, no, stop, please, it hurts, Evan, stop.”
“You said that, but I told you not to stop, Seian. You said it yourself.”
“Ugh, waaah!”
Watching Seian Crowell with tears streaming down his face and snot running from his nose, Evan Laef bit her lip and laughed. Even as he resisted like this, the moment their lips met, he became compliant as if nothing had happened. As she cradled his head and kissed him sweetly, Seian urged her on with eager murmurs.
“Ah, ah, ugh.”
“We still have plenty of time left today.”
Since we’d started after midnight, time was on our side, and I could have gone all day. Fear flickered across Seian’s eyes. Instinctively shaking his head, he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping this was a dream. The tears that had been building spilled down his cheeks.
“Evan, let’s stop, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please.”
His plea to stop for just today was dismissed. Evan, speaking as if singing, experimented with various approaches.
By the time the sun reached its zenith the next day, Seian Crowell was utterly battered.

“Never again! I’m never doing this with you again!”
“That’s a shame. I’d like to do this a thousand more times.”
“Ugh!”
His voice hoarse from overuse, Seian raised his voice and coughed as he collapsed onto the bed like an invalid.
His entire body ached. Muscle soreness, bite marks, abrasions from friction, and below—everything burned with a searing pain. He wanted to scream for a healer to be summoned immediately, but Evan looked far too unaffected, so his pride prevented him from asking.
“Huh!”
What was that? Had she finally found something that hurt? Seian perked up hopefully and peeked his head out, but Evan had gone into the bathhouse and emerged spouting nonsense about some brilliant idea she’d just thought of.
“Seian! I want to try that! And then do it again while we’re bathing!”
“Just wash yourself, you beast!”
Why doesn’t she ever tire? Seian suffered, pulling at his own hair. From start to finish, it had been Evan Mitchell’s pace, and all he could do was beg for mercy, pleading not to feel any more pleasure. It was humiliating. He’d always been outmatched by Evan in various ways, but he’d never imagined he’d be so thoroughly dominated even in bed. He’d assumed that since neither of them had experience, they’d at least be somewhat evenly matched. But this woman—no experience? She knew fifty-eight different positions. Where on earth did she learn such things? The Imperial Palace Library didn’t stock such books, so Seian’s anguish only deepened.
Was there some automatic knowledge that came with becoming the King of Ten Thousand Demons? Or was it some secret technique passed down through House Neftis? Or could it be that Evan was actually incredibly experienced…?!
“No, that can’t be right.”
For her to have such endless desire paired with the stamina and practical experience to back it up, every eligible male in the Capital would have had to be with Evan Mitchell Neftis Laef. If that were the case, society would be drowning in rumors. That was absolutely impossible. Seian convinced himself of this and shuffled toward another bathhouse.
He had to wash up quickly and get dressed before Evan finished. If he stood around naked and dazed, that beast might pounce on him again.
“Why did I, how did I, what was I thinking, getting tangled up with such a monster…!”
Being noticed by Mitchell Neftis had been the mistake itself. Because of that, my life had spiraled into ruin. If she had merely been Mitchell Neftis, our relationship would never have progressed to marriage. Seian, dimly aware that Evan was a separate entity from Mitchell, sighed and turned on the hot water.
It was strange that even with the concealment in place, he hadn’t recognized that Evan was Mitchell. Seian had nullification, so even when the concealment broke, there should have been a sense of wrongness. And when the world twisted strangely, only Seian had noticed Mitchell’s absence.
If he’d just kept his mouth shut back then, he wouldn’t be suffering like this now. The fact that Evan was coveting him this intensely suggested that Mitchell’s influence was significant. If only Evan existed, he didn’t think his body would be this exhausted. Seian’s life was nothing but a series of regrets, and right now he was accumulating them in real time.
“Hey! Call a healer for me!”
Even as he regretted everything, his body shouldn’t hurt—that was the better deal. Seian engaged in this mental victory and, after finishing his wash, put on a robe and went out, summoning Evan with a jerk of his chin.
Even if he’d regret it later, at least his body wouldn’t hurt—that was the better deal. Having achieved mental victory, Seian washed up, put on his robe, and went out, beckoning Evan Laef with a tilt of his chin.

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After Evan finished grooming me—drying my hair and spritzing me with peach-scented perfume—I sat upon the throne atop the Serpent King’s Tower, arrogantly furrowing my brow. Evan hadn’t brought the healer I’d requested; instead, she’d brought me here to the Serpent King’s Tower.
We’d spent the entire night alone together, and now at first light she was dragging me to another man’s place. When I shot her a look that could incinerate, Evan flailed her arms desperately, hoping I’d calm down.
“Apet will be here soon. She’s the finest healer I know.”
“This place?”
“Cecilia’s attendants were waiting in front of the hotel. They told me to come here. I didn’t want to come.”
At Evan’s earnest excuse, I crossed my legs the other way and glared at Gerth instead. Wasn’t it basic courtesy not to intrude on moments like these? I huffed indignantly through my nose, but Gerth showed no sign of apologizing whatsoever.
“We’ve gathered like this today because the human Emperor has requested offspring.”
“What are you talking about, you lunatic?”
How many times had I said this? I must have told Gerth “What are you talking about, you lunatic?” dozens of times over, I thought as I asked what he meant by offspring.
“Gerth, Lemon Pie, and Evan’s species are all different from one another. Evan cannot reproduce with anyone.”
“Huh? Really?”
Marriage didn’t necessarily mean having children, but I felt a pang of disappointment. Leaving behind descendants was a fairly high-priority desire, and above all, a child born of Evan and myself would undoubtedly be breathtakingly beautiful. It was a shame not to witness the most gorgeous offspring in the world.
“So today, under my direction, we will create offspring.”
“What are you talking about, you absolute lunatic?”
How does this lizard keep spouting insanity every time he opens his mouth? As I pondered the reptilian’s mental state, Hubert appeared carrying an enormous bucket.
“Move aside, move aside! If impurities get in, everyone step back!”
The white fox demi-human set the bucket down three paces away from her father, and then something tragic happened—I screamed.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaah!”
Despite my hoarse throat, I shrieked at a piercing pitch and cursed Gerth. The lizard demi-human had severed my right arm before I could even protest.
“I will create the child using the same method I used to create Hubert. I ask that both Evan and Lemon Pie provide a part of their bodies.”
“Hey! You lunatic!”
What kind of madman could calmly slice off his own flesh? I tried to argue, but Evan, who was second to none in losing her mind, beat me to it.
“Legendary Frozen Edge!”
The spinning ice blade created by Evan Laef sliced toward the female’s left arm. The wound froze instantly, requiring no hemostasis.
“You maniacs!”
Gripped by encroaching terror, I covered my ears. Those lunatics would obviously demand my limbs next. Anyone who could casually sever a perfectly good arm to make a child would naturally assume others could do the same. Because they were maniacs.
“Which arm should we take from Seian Crowell? I’ll cut it cleanly so it doesn’t hurt.”
“Lemon Pie doesn’t move much anyway. Perhaps a leg would be better.”
“No! I won’t do it! You maniacs! I’m not doing this!”
I tried to flee the throne, but my legs wouldn’t obey. Evan and Gerth, that insane duo, approached me step by step. The black-furred ferret trembled violently, desperately clutching at my hair.
“What if I just contribute my hair? My hair is really long, you know?”
“No. A long-furred ferret must have long fur to be a long-furred ferret.”
“The human Emperor desires a child with many elements. The more of your body, the better.”
A leg would be best, yes, a leg was definitely the way to go. Evan and Gerth reached their own conclusion, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You bastards!”
And then Apet appeared.
The three-hundred-year-old elder, wearing the form of a ten-year-old child, had come for a stroll to the Serpent King’s Tower at Evan’s summons, only to witness a grotesque scene. The Serpent King and the King of Ten Thousand Demons each had one arm severed, and they were threatening the black-furred ferret.
The elder struck both Evan and Gerth on the head once each, then used her signature restoration healing skill to reattach their arms.
“You maniacs don’t even care about your own bodies! What are you doing cutting off perfectly good arms!”
“We’re making a child.”
“Could you explain that in a way an old man can understand?”
These days, I can’t comprehend a single word the youngsters say. Apet, his head wrapped in frustration, listened to the entire exchange between Gerth and Evan Laef before smacking both of them upside the head once more. The Serpent King Gerth may have been older than Apet, but his actions were decidedly childish nonetheless.
“How do you expect to live without arms!”
“I’ll grow them back.”
“Just attach mechanical arms. Honestly, that looks pretty cool.”

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