’Is this real life?’
The most surprising mont of Asmodeus’s life might be right now, he sat at a cosy table, after being convinced by the plump rchant to stay at his private ho to avoid issues while here. To his surprise, the rchant wasn’t arrogant and turned out to be quite genuine and kind, which is why he was angry...
His wife.
A rare rabbit beastkin, with curvy hips and a more holy beauty than the one Asmodeus might see daily, the slight wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, and a smile that could probably charm a room of n.
Yet she was devoted to the small rchant.
"Dear, you shouldn’t brag when in front of guests, look..." She wiped his cheek, the gravy from the at dripping slightly, but her face was delighted.
The rchant turned red and chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry." He muttered like a kid. "I just wanted to impress our esteed guest."
’It’s hard to imagine this man was shouting at the gates an hour ago...’
His na was Brando and he ca from a poor village on the mainland, without money or wealth, he managed to build this rchant guild alone with the help of his wife, a slave back then.
’It seems that Lumina’s hypnosis also worked on him...’
"The food is delicious, Martha." Asmodeus complinted honestly, which made Martha smile.
"Thank you, Sir, would you like more ale?"
"No thanks, I’ve had enough."
"Oh? Can’t you handle more, a strapping lad like you?" The red-faced rchant leaned to the side, holding a chilled pint glass. It seed he couldn’t handle his booze and beca drunk quite easily.
’Yet it’s clear how excited he is... do people not know this side of him?’
"Darling! So rude, please excuse my husband."
"It’s alright..." He couldn’t help but chuckle as a faint headache ca from seeing his drunken face. "He must have wanted to drink like this many tis, but in a world like this, where anyone could be a threat... I understand it. Sir Brando, I’ll take that beer."
"Aha! I knew it!"
"He is just as bad..."
Asmodeus took a sip of the ale, which tasted bitter but was refreshing. He didn’t feel much from it, as his demon emperor body could handle toxins or alcohol, but it wasn’t all bad.
He listened to the rumours and stories of the middle-aged rchant, enjoying the atmosphere, while Lumina and Martha cleaned the dishes together, enjoying a quiet conversation in the kitchen.
"Your husband is rather... stocky, Miss Mina."
The arachne giggled as Martha’s tone was teasing, yet she still washed the wooden plates and cups. The sound of running water and soap suds made Lumina smile and blush. "You don’t know the half of it..." Lumina’s eyes shone while cleaning a rolling pin, the size and thickness familiar... "He’s very thick."
Martha turned red, coughing, before shaking her head. "D-Dear... You should watch what you’re saying!"
"Fufu, well, there is always sothing that draws won to a man, right? Be it their gentleness, looks, money or cock."
Lumina smiled innocently as she spoke, which made Martha unsure if it was an act or not...
"I can’t deny that..." Martha looked back at her husband, "He’s gentle and kind and takes care of and my entire family. He might not be the most handso, but to , he’s the best."
"I understand what you an..." The pair laughed together.
The two won continue speaking about their attempts to woo their partners, while Brando moved closer to Asmodeus, his lips curled into a smile.
"I saw how you two look at each other, young man. You may be quite young, but you’re married too... I can feel the fiery passion between you two. Well, and Martha were the sa at that age... It’s a sha we couldn’t have a child."
His voice turned low, becoming serious, as his reddened face focused on the young man’s expression, "I have no family, no parents or brothers, just my wife. But she has her mother and siblings, who live in a poor village on the mainland... Yet they treat like family, haha! Can you believe it? A short balding man is given such affection."
The drunken man took a deep breath before raising his beer pint as if toasting.
"I’ll help you, lad, if there is anything you need help with, just call my na."
"No, it’s been my pleasure."
For Asmodeus, eting a genuine human who wasn’t looking for sothing in return and simply wanted to thank him was so rare. He didn’t know who Asmodeus was, nor what he could do for him and still...
’I should help him out...’
Asmodeus narrowed his eyes, mana focusing on the man’s body, the waves of mana penetrated his flesh, and that’s when he saw the issue.
"Ah..."
"Hm? Sothing wrong, lad?"
Brando asked, confused by the look Asmodeus gave him.
"Um... I’m sure it’s not my business, but you want kids, right?"
"Hahaha... Of course I do, Martha and I have been trying since we ca together, but..." He laughed it off, "It seems I can’t have them..."
"No, actually, that’s wrong." Asmodeus stood up and pointed at Brando’s chest, which caused him to turn red and flustered.
"L-Lad!?"
"Does it hurt... when you do the deed?" Asmodeus asked, trying his best not to make it weird, but only caused more confusion. Yet the man seed to understand what he was saying, and turned silent...
"Sotis..."
"Sir Brando, your body is damaged from an old injury, but that doesn’t an it is permanent. Low-tier potions cannot heal this... but I can help you, if you trust and desire to beco friends."
"You..."
Brando looked confused, a little doubtful, but mostly... the hope... an image of a little child with Martha’s ears and eyes. Maybe a boy with his face, a daughter to spoil. Those thoughts flashed through him as he nodded his head. "Please! This..."
Asmodeus didn’t give him a chance to finish, as he placed a hand on his shoulder, a pulse of mana spread through his body, loosening the male’s tissue damage and helping create new wounds so the potion could ’heal’ them.
’I should use a potion...’
Asmodeus couldn’t make him a demon warrior, because that might twist him too far... but a potion, the special potions made with his blood diminished 1000 tis, could probably cut the slight swelling in his testicles. He looked to the kitchen and observed Martha, but... apart from being a little older, she still had a good amount of healthy eggs.
"Brando, this is for you."
The potion carried a deep red colour, the bottle expensive with a small black ribbon, which was the emblem chosen for thier kingdom’s potions.
The middle-aged man looked at it in shock, "Are you serious...? Is this real?"
"This potion should allow you to heal. There is a small issue with you, but it’s not sothing that can stop you forever. The potion should work after two hours; you should be able to see or feel the effects."
Asmodeus smirked, but before he could speak again... the male drank the potion, his face flushed as he gulped it down, then coughed.
"This is sweet, like candy?"
"It is."
"I-I..."
Asmodeus chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "It’s nothing, think nothing of it... If it works, then I call it a friend’s debt."
"Y-You’re too kind... but why would you do this?" Brando didn’t fully trust Asmodeus even with his hypnosis, but rather, he still wanted to believe that the idea that he might have a child was important.
The man looked at Asmodeus in shock, unsure of what to say. He wanted to say more and do sothing, but the young man seed happy to hear his story and let it slide.
"You should go relax, tell Martha you want to do it tonight, set a good mood and pray for a good result."
"E-Eh... but what if it’s not the right ti?"
"It is, so don’t worry."
Brando shook his head, then stopped and smiled. "Okay, thank you."
"You’re welco..."
After the rchant thanked Asmodeus, he walked into the kitchen with his wife, and Lumina returned to the dining room. Their room was on the other side of the small mansion, and because of their marriage cover, they’d be sharing a bed.
"I noticed your actions... and slipped a pill that induces ovulation in her tea."
"It seems that he will succeed... good work, Mina."
Making friends was important, but the impact and depth of their friendship needed to be enough for him to trust Asmodeus and Lumina. He now had connections with a rchant in the city, so any information could reach his ears from a well-aning friend.
"I’m glad we ca."
"Well, it’s not over yet... this is just the start." Asmodeus took Mina’s hand. "Shall we also enjoy tonight?"
He pulled her close and lifted her chin before leaning down, their tongues entwining with gentle and passionate movents, enjoying each other’s softness.
Their footsteps echoed in the darkness until they reached their room. Asmodeus pulled away with a smirk and pushed open the door, showing their large room with candles and rose petals scattered across the floor and bed.
"Oh, Brando, you shouldn’t have."
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