jdhmnovel Chapter 9 Fainted from being frightened by a gay man
Chapter 9 Fainted from being frightened by a gay man
Okay, a condescending gratitude.
Are you being hypocritical again, bro?
Looking at the other person's strange and seemingly flirtatious manner, you really want to give Alastor a "leave me alone" message, but then you think better of it.
"No thanks are needed for doing your job well, dear broadcasting devil."
You gave him a dry, curt reply.
You can't imitate Alastor's tone; what comes out of your mouth is always a bland, uninteresting syllable.
A tone like yours, which sounds like you're asking how much the prices at the hellish vegetable market have gone up today, means you're destined to never be able to speak as emotionally and sarcastically as the person in front of you...
Not to mention when the hotel's members, who are more suited to the opera, start singing.
Every time they sing, you want to escape this hellish place.
Seeing that Alastor seemed still unsatisfied and had chosen to remain silent, you sighed.
"It is the chef's responsibility to satisfy every diner."
Despite being saddened by your tone-deafness, you still manage a low, reluctant laugh to get by.
More than anything, I'd like to know what you mean by asking me about my plans for today. Perhaps you'd like to help me out?
"...Oh, my dear, although I'd love to help you, you should understand that the demons in hell never do anything in vain!"
Upon hearing your words, Alastor, feigning surprise, suddenly appeared behind you after letting out a few clear and exaggerated "ha" sounds. He affectionately put one arm around your shoulder, raised his cane high, and spoke excitedly, as if he were about to make a grand plan.
"However, since you said you'd do anything for Shirley, I think you could postpone your trip to the supermarket to buy dinner, right? If you ask me, why don't you stay and help that grumpy lady with the advertising issue for now?"
The radio demon, in a frenzy, embraced you and began to talk at length.
Although he doesn't like others touching him first, when he hugs someone, it's as if they've known each other for over a decade.
You think someone like him, a hypocritical social outcast, should be hung up and slowly turned into dried meat by the winds of arrogance.
As the other person smoothly led you downstairs, you let out a long, disgusted "Ugh."
"Let me go first, we..."
"Oh, if you're bothered by your own inadequacy..."
"..."
After Alastor started singing a little tune about the hotel's future and pressed his pale face against yours, you sat down next to Angel, smelling of Alastor and looking unwell.
"Hey, our big star is here!"
While sitting on the sofa eating the little cake you made yesterday, Angel very consciously put his legs on you, and with his other hand, he didn't forget to pull your long tail, which was dangling on the ground, into his arms.
"How did you sleep, little sun?"
The Spider Sinner deliberately said this in a sweet, cloying voice close to your face.
"...Thanks to you, I have nightmares every day."
You pushed his head away and rolled your eyes.
"Oh my, my little dragon is so fierce..."
Seeing your sour face, Angel deliberately made a weak and injured gesture, then rolled over on top of you to look at Hesker, "Dear bartender! I'm being bitten by the evil dragon in the hotel! I really need to be saved!"
He waved excitedly.
"..."
"Cook, if you like to eat spiders, please do me a favor and eat his tongue first."
Upon hearing Angel suddenly turn his attention to him, Hesker immediately replied coldly without even looking up.
That's a really high-quality response.
You glanced at the grumbling cat with a hint of sympathy.
"Wow~ How perverted! I love it! Can you tell me more about where you're going to eat me?"
Sure enough, seeing that Hesk was paying attention to him, Angel, who became even more courageous, excitedly cupped his face, looking as if he were invincible.
As things took an increasingly strange turn, you almost instinctively glanced at Alastor beside you.
Although the sinner lord before them was so sharp that just looking at him would make one's eyes bleed, he was still, in some ways, a being capable of purifying one's heart.
Perhaps because it wasn't in the eye of the storm, the broadcast demon, who doesn't particularly like jokes in this area, gives you the feeling that he's just sitting here, his soul actually drifting off to somewhere else in a meditative state.
"...Why haven't you eaten this pervert yet!"
Hesk, who was almost scared to death by the man, couldn't hold back any longer. The big cat sinner smashed the bottle on the table and roared in your direction.
"Sigh... I don't eat sinners, can you please not force me? I don't know if dragons eat people, but who spread this rumor that I eat people..."
Seeing that Angel had easily broken down the other person's defenses, you rubbed your temples with a headache, and then silently glanced at Alastor sitting in the chair next to you.
"So, are you interested, Mr. Cannibal?"
"Ha, no, thank you."
Alastor rejected your offer with the fastest speed you've ever seen.
you:"……"
Having received the expected answer, you helplessly shrug.
"So Hesker, do you understand now? Every word you said was a reward for him."
After toying with the great Angel Destin, who is now practically a security captain, you look at the big cat sinner whose brows are so furrowed they could crush a fly.
After you said that, the other person immediately made a face as if someone was choking them.
Guess what Hesk wanted to say in rebuttal, but he choked up, then muttered a few low curses before falling into deep silence.
Only when Angel's world is achieved will you hear the fireworks that belong only to the Spider Sinner.
"……amazing."
Facing this movie star who could almost control all the sinners in the entire hotel, you clapped your hands in awe and conjured up a pink camellia that only exists in the human world, then pinned it on his head.
Oh~~~ You're my favorite now~
Seeing that you would actually use your special skills for such a small matter, Angel immediately pretended to be moved.
"However, I still think that your casual use of this power to deal with contraband from Hell makes you look like a crazy person who's on drugs."
The Spider Sinner, whose expression changed incredibly quickly, laughed and gave you the middle finger.
"But who the hell cares! Give me a kiss! My baby!"
Before you could even react, the hotel's gay guy had already given you a quick kiss on the cheek.
While you were covering your face, which was covered by the kiss in a look of horror, Angel used his hand to smooth the camellia flower that you had pinned to his head.
He looked at it again and again, clearly extremely satisfied.
"Angel, gay men who try to have pure heterosexual love with a god of war will never have a good ending!"
You glared at him angrily, then secretly moved closer to Alastor, who was actually the safest place at that moment.
"Otherwise, why do you think I kissed you? My darling~ Besides, aren't you frigid? I'll show you sometime! I guarantee you'll have an erection! Baby!"
You: "..." Sometimes it's really helpless to face Angel alone.
"Slap" "Slap" "Slap".
Perhaps because your usually calm expression was so interesting, it was Alastor's turn to applaud happily this time.
"What a brilliant counterattack, it's truly moving."
He commented with satisfaction.
Alastor's emotionally charged broadcast voice made everything he said sound ten times more effeminate than you.
"If you continue to indulge Angel, this is the end result, ■".
While things were in chaos on your side, Vicky appeared behind you without you even noticing.
The white-haired sinner rested her chin on her hand, a rare hint of helpless smile on her face. "I hope you've learned your lesson. If he does it again, you can punch him," she added.
"...Hey! Don't try to turn my grandma against me!"
When Vicky suggested that you beat him up, Angel immediately widened his eyes and grabbed your tail in dissatisfaction, trying to pull you toward him.
"You're just jealous that I have [the patience of] [the authorities]!"
He protested.
"...So, seeing that you're in such a good mood, it must be because Shirley has some good news?"
Ignoring the highly noticeable Angel, you turned to Vicky with a sigh and asked her a question.
However, to avoid Angel steer the conversation towards something more suggestive, you silently wrapped your tail tightly around him, ignoring his coquettish complaint that sounded like he'd just climaxed. ("Good heavens! It's a suffocation play! That's fucking classy!")
"Shirley passed the imperial examination?"
You rest your hands on the back of the sofa, lean back, and lazily joke with Vicky.
"Pass the imperial examination? What do you mean? Oh... you mean... haha, I guess more or less."
She was initially puzzled as to why you used that word, but the white-haired sinner quickly realized what was going on and chuckled softly, then casually patted your head.
“She has a very, very important thing to deal with right now, and we need to shoot a new commercial to replace that terrible version with the smiling lunatic. How about it, do you want to help?”
Vicky is asking you.
……
"...Of course, I'd be happy to."