Ex-V: I hope you like it!
This story occurs about a year after the events of light novel #13~
"What about you, Maou-?" Rika tilted her head, chuckling; slightly drunk, ordering another drink, from their booth at a local diner.
"I'm thinking I have work at seven tomorrow-" Maou laughed, leaning back in his seat for a moment, before adjusting his shirt, and getting to his feet. "I'll be on my way. Have a good night, Emilia-"
Emi nodded, listlessly, at him, as he said his goodbyes to Rika. "See you tomorrow-" She managed, weakly. He grinned at her, waving, on his way to the door.
Silence, for a moment, as Maou made his way out, pausing only to chat and joke briefly with some regulars and the bartender. Emi turned, wary, to Rika, who was grinning maniacally at her, stirring a margarita.
"You love him-" She accused, delighted, smug. Emi shuddered. "You're in love with him-!"
"Yeah." The hero sounded inconsolable. "I'm in love with him."
Emi ordered another Pina Colada, miserable.
(The next day)
Emi made her way out into the sunshine, through the double doors at the front of her office building, with Rika in tow, yawning, stretching; ready to enjoy a fifteen minute break.
"How's the shift going on your end-?" She wondered, turning to her co-worker, before her voice died in her throat, trailing off, as Maou approached them, smiling warmly, hands in his pockets.
"What are you doing here-?" She glared at him, exasperated, when he stopped in front of her, tilting his head.
"Oh? Didn't you tell me you were in love with-" Rika began, smirking, turning towards Emi, trailing off, before Maou could open his mouth to reply.
Emi whirled around to face her coworker, horrified, alarmed, eyes wide, heat rising in her cheeks. She gaped, opening her mouth to deny it, and Maou raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"In love with this nice weather we're having?" Rika finished, looking extremely smug, and Emi just gaped, helplessly, furiously red.
"I…! You…!" She stammered, entirely thrown off, blushing, as Maou looked back and forth between the two women, mildly confused. Emi took a moment, flushed, huffing, adjusting her tie and shirt, to get a grip, before growling, glaring over at Rika, smoldering. "Yes. Yes, I did say that."
The older woman chuckled. "Then why don't you two go for a walk or something, enjoy this sunshine while it lasts-"
Maou turned half-away, still grinning faintly. "I figured I'd come meet you on your break. Alas=Rasmus wanted to go see a movie after your shift-"
Emi followed him, almost hesitantly, as he made to walk away, catching up to him in a moment, matching his long striding pace with some difficulty. "Right after work?"
Maou touched his chin, pensively. "It's going to be tight. The movie starts at Seven thirty."
Emi shrugged. "I clock out at seven. We can make it-"
"Not on the train." The King of Hell glanced over at her. "I checked the transit authority website, and it's shut down until noon tomorrow."
Emi walked with him, contemplating, in silence for a moment. "You want to teleport us, don't you."
"That's right."
She glared at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Isn't your break fifteen minutes as well? How'd you get here so fast?"
He grinned, turning to her. "I teleported here too."
She sighed, scowling faintly. "You're getting too comfortable abusing magic. I don't like it."
"You don't have to like it. You have to get to this movie on time."
She turned this around in her head, smiling faintly in spite of herself, after a moment. "Fine."
Maou looked up into the cloudless sky, pleased. "I hear we're getting good weather until Sunday."
Emi pulled her phone out, checking the weather app, wordlessly confirming his claims. "Did you have something in mind-?"
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, casually. "Let's hike up to Rattlesnake rock. Do you have time Friday morning?"
Emi tilted her head, checking her schedule internally, verifying that she was, in fact, free. "I'm off all day."
As they walked, together, side by side, in silence, for a moment, Emi looked over at the king of hell and all Evil, quietly happy.
Who'd have thought we'd be able to talk normally like this…She felt her heartbeat, racing slightly, in her chest, watching his face, as he walked, eyes forward, smiling, shutting his eyes after a moment, enjoying the sunshine.
(That night)
Emi lay, silently, on her mattress, on her side, in the darkness of her room, sheets pulled up over her body.
Unable to sleep, she shut her eyes, a bit frustrated, as Maou's face popped into her mind, smiling, eyes forward, face set, an image of this afternoon.
She could feel her heartbeat, distinctly, in her chest. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back, pulling the sheets up to her chin.
She tried to concentrate on the sound of her breathing, but found, helplessly, after a moment, that all she wanted to think about was him.
Her eyes drifted closed again, and, in her mind, she saw him, grinning, laughing, teasing her, smug; her pulse quickened. Shifting slightly on the bed, she imagined him, smiling, calmly, talking with her, normally, the way they so often did these days, at ease, and her heartbeat raced.
She thought of what Rika had said, on her break, with Maou standing right there…She felt heat rise in her face.
Emi slid around on the bed, and raised her hands up, covering her face. I'm…I'm in love with Maou.
Heat, furious heat, surged into her face, and she could feel her body warm up, just at the thought, just admitting it to herself, just saying the words in her own mind, in the privacy of her own room.
She couldn't help it, she was thinking about Maou, and she sat up on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest, setting her face between them, flushed.
Oh, the shame! In love with Maou, with that guy….
She could feel a familiar heat in her body, a familiar restlessness, that always accompanied thinking of her feelings for the Demon king…Whenever she imagined him, whenever she thought of how humiliating it was, for her, for the hero, to love Satan, to crave his affection and attention, to long for his embrace…
She felt herself growing restless, laying back down on the bed, still covering her red face, before tossing and turning; Thoughts of loving Maou, and being loved by Maou overwhelmed her, relentless, merciless…
She was thinking of him reaching out to her, holding her…She whimpered, softly, in bed, well aware of where this was heading. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, but was helpless to prevent her secret, well-hidden perversions from rising to the surface of her conscious thought.
She was thinking of Maou, of him setting his lips on her, his hands on her, and she tried to stifle her voice, her thoughts, unsuccessfully…Her own hands, desperately, almost against her will, almost subconsciously, wandered along her body…
Mewling softly, to herself, she imagined him stripping her clothes off, and whispered "N-No…." quietly to herself, eyes tightly shut…
The heat in her body was intense, overwhelming, and she was full of passion and shame, shameful longing…The shame of wanting Maou, of imagining herself in his arms, helplessly, as he began to have his way with her…
She rolled around on the bed, incensed, wrapping herself up in the sheets and blankets, totally unaware, caught in her imagination, seeing him hold her, hold her down, fiercely, in her mind, seeing herself, trembling, flushed, submit to him…
The shame of this, the humiliation, her shame at wanting to be treated roughly by the man she hated most, by the man she had, against her every will and instinct, come to love…
It was too much for her.
Gasping, moaning, quietly, voice high-pitched and trembling, she shivered, overcome, on her mattress.
Maou….She thought, desperately, helplessly. Maou….
Panting, terribly ashamed, terribly unhappy, still glowing slightly, internally, with her love for him, she turned around on her bed, and stuffed her face into a pillow, miserable.
I'm in love with Satan….
Half of her wanted to cry, some of her wanted to scream, and half of her just wanted to lie there, thinking of Maou, thinking of his smiling face, thinking of his bravery and goodness, of the righteousness he had demonstrated to her, recently, of him saving her life, of him being a wonderful father…
(Two days Later)
"Sorry, Emi-" Maou interrupted himself, checking his watch, on his wrist, suddenly somewhat on edge. "I've got to run-"
The Hero sighed, on his couch, in his apartment, checking the time on her phone. "How is this even possible? Are you ever on time-?"
"It's happened once or twice." He grinned, setting his visor on, buttoning his work shirt up. "Are you staying here-?"
She tilted her head, glancing down at the fascinating magazine article she was currently halfway through. "I'll be here for another half hour or so."
Emi flipped the page on the article covering a cruel Syrian regime, mildly interested, as Maou found his shoes and jacket.
"Want me to send some money to Africa for you-?" He chuckled, opening the door, on his way out, turning back towards her. "I know you're living on ramen noodles."
"Syria isn't in Africa, dumbass-!" She called out after him, as he cackled, making his way out into the sunshine. "And I make more than you-!"
But he was already gone.
Silence.
She sighed, after a moment, alone with her thoughts.
Closing the magazine, she stood up, stretching, and locked his door for him, out of habit, before turning to appraise the apartment, messy as it always was.
Hands on her hips, she wandered over to him room, and checked inside, exasperated.
"Unbelievable." She sniffed, stepped inside, picking an empty pizza box up off the ground.
Without a second thought, she got to work, picking up the garbage, stowing his clothes away in the dressers, gathering his laundry together in a white basket, organizing the junk on his nightstand and desk.
When she moved to make his bed, peeling the sheets and blankets off, and shook the pillow out of it's case, she gasped, seeing a pornographic magazine fall out onto the mattress.
Silence.
Emi just stared, eyes wide, slackjawed, down at the porno, before reaching down for it, hesitantly, picking it up, tilting her head, disbelief scrawled across her features.
Porn…? She whispered to herself, in her mind, unable to believe it, opening the magazine, somewhat curious despite herself, slightly red.
Is…Is this what he's into…?
A moment later, she shrieked, dropping the magazine down onto the bed, flushed, blushing furiously.
Silence.
Silence.
She struggled to breathe, unable to find air, heat rising in her face, speechless, as she stared down at the magazine's seventeenth page…
Which had what appeared to be little cutouts of her face taped over all the faces of the models.
Models with tiny breasts.
Silence.
Breathless, dizzied, Emi just looked down at the magazine, swaying slightly in place. ...H-Huh…?
W-what…! What the hell….?!
What is this?!
Trembling, emotions roiling, tumultuous, inside her, flushed, she reached back out for the magazine, picking it back up, slowly, in shaking hands, eyes wide.
She flipped through the pages, where cutouts of her face had been taped over all the faces of almost all the models…
She felt her heartbeat slamming in her chest...
M…Maou….
She staggered back, holding the magazine, falling down, backwards, into his deskchair.
Silence.
She spun around in the chair a few times, before stopping, turning back and forth in the chair, madly.
Maou…! Does this mean…!?
Silence.
Ex-V: Did you have fun? I hope so! This story features a few extremely graphic lemons, and is full of adult themes and humor. In the next chapters, If you aren't into that sort of thing, please be wary! On another note, let me know what you think, and I'll put the next chapter up tonight or tomorrow morning if you're into it!