Chapter 127: Raphiel Has Gone Berserk!

“M-Master!”

Even though it was just two simple words, Vigne shouted it as if it took every ounce of her strength. Her voice trembled and echoed faintly in the room. Right after, she covered her face with both hands, letting out a cute whimper that sounded more like a kitten than a demon.

Ahhh!

As expected, calling someone ‘Master’ in front of so many people was super embarrassing! Her heart was pounding so fast that it almost leapt out of her chest, her cheeks flushed a vivid red.

She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear forever!

“Vigne, get me a bottle of cola,” Satania said smugly, leaning back with a grin that screamed arrogance, acting like she really was the master of the room.

“You just ate. No soda,” Vigne frowned, trying to maintain her dignity despite the situation.

“How dare you, maid! You dare question your master’s decision… ow!”

Satania yelped, clutching her head after receiving a swift hand chop. Her ruby eyes shimmered with tears as she whined, “Vigne’s bullying me again!” She pouted like a child, yet the scene somehow drew laughter from everyone.

Still, this kind of embarrassing yet oddly harmless game actually seemed kind of fun. There was a strange thrill to it, a tension between humiliation and playfulness that made everyone’s faces flush.

Soon, the second round of the King’s Game began.

Satania proudly placed one hand on her hip and puffed out her chest. “I’m the great demon princess! This time, the King will definitely be me!”

And the very next second, she slapped herself in the face with reality.

“Too bad, Satania-sama. It seems the King is me again.” Raphiel smiled with a halo of gentle malice, lifting her card slowly like a victorious villain.

“Damn it!” Satania groaned, slumping dramatically.

As much as she hated it, there was nothing she could do.

“Now then, who should I punish this time?” Raphiel tapped her lips thoughtfully, her angelic smile curving in a way that made everyone’s spine tingle. Her golden eyes scanned across the group with dangerous amusement.

Everyone tensed up. If they drew something bad, they’d end up in a shameful situation again. The room buzzed with anticipation and dread.

“Hmm, let’s go with number three.”

“Nooo!” Satania slammed her cards down in disbelief. “Why is it me again?! This game is rigged!”

Karma was laughing somewhere.

You just had to brag, didn’t you? Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth!

Raphiel patted the box beside her with theatrical flair, grinning devilishly. “Now then, Satania-sama, draw your training—ah, I mean punishment card.”

“Hmph! I’ll draw it! Who’s afraid of who!” Satania puffed up her cheeks, trying to look brave as she reached dramatically into the box and pulled out two cards.

“Just a silly task, nothing to—huh?”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The moment she read the first card, her eyes widened like saucers. “What the hell is this?!”

Kouya turned curiously, glancing over her shoulder. The first card read:

“Lift your clothes like a puppy, show your tummy, and shout ‘I’m my Master’s little doggy! Woof!'”

“T-There’s no way! I can’t do something like that!” Satania’s face turned bright red, the tips of her ears steaming.

“What’s wrong, great Satania-sama? Are you going to chicken out?” Raphiel teased in a voice dripping with honey.

“Of course not!” Satania snapped, trembling.

She stiffly turned her head aside, muttering, “There’s still the second card!”

King’s Command #2: Perform a knight’s salute to number eight and kiss their hand in submission.

That one wasn’t as bad—actually manageable, especially compared to the first.

“Who’s number eight?” Satania asked nervously, eyes darting around the room.

Everyone exchanged glances and shook their heads. Then a lazy voice came from the corner.

“You mean me?”

Satania turned—and froze. Gabriel held up the eight of hearts with her usual blank stare.

Her whole body went stiff and drained of color like a stone statue.

It took her a full five seconds to recover before she exploded, baring her fangs. “I, Satania, would rather die—no, I’d rather never eat melon bread again—than bow to Gabriel!”

“Please make your choice quickly, Satania-sama,” Raphiel said sweetly, clearly enjoying every second of her suffering.

“I-I’ll take the first one… it’s not like it’s that bad… I’m Satania, I can—”

The poor fool tried to justify herself, but her voice cracked halfway. Her hands trembled as she lifted her shirt, revealing her smooth white belly and cute round navel. Her entire face turned beet red as she shouted, tears welling up in her eyes:

“I’m my Master’s little doggy! Woof! Woof! Woof!”

The room fell silent for two beats.

Then Hinata whispered to the miko beside her, “Onee-sama… that girl’s kind of an idiot.”

The miko’s lips twitched; she could only sigh. Vigne buried her face in her hands again, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

Soon, the third round began.

And once again…

“How unfortunate, it’s me again.” Raphiel raised her joker card, eyes sparkling like a devil’s.

“You’ve gotta be cheating!” Satania screamed, practically on the verge of tears. “Why are you always the King?!”

“I suppose I’m just lucky,” Raphiel said elegantly, flicking her card with a smug smile. “This time, number five will be punished.”

“Whew, not me,” Vigne sighed in relief.

“Not me either!” Satania beamed, already forgetting her earlier humiliation. She looked around eagerly, waiting to laugh at someone else’s misery.

“Tch, it’s me,” came a bored voice.

“Heh, Gabriel, now it’s your turn!” Satania cheered with unholy joy.

The fallen angel didn’t protest. She reached into the box lazily and drew two cards.

King’s Command #1: Dance ‘Gokuraku Jodo.’

“Huh? Gokuraku Jodo? Who even knows that dance?” Gabriel scoffed, tossing the card aside before glancing at the second one.

King’s Command #2: Ask number two to feed you.

“That’s me,” Kouya said, raising his card casually.

Gabriel blinked, hesitating for a moment before muttering, her cheeks faintly pink, “Anyway, there’s no way I’m dancing Gokuraku Jodo.”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Feeding, huh… well, it’s not like you haven’t fed me before at the amusement park.”

She picked up a small bag of chocolate beans, passed it to Kouya, and tilted her head slightly. Her soft lips parted.

“Ah—”

“Why are you two so practiced at this?!” Hinata shouted, eyes wide in disbelief. “How many times have you done this without us?!”

Kouya just shrugged and tossed a chocolate bean toward Gabriel. She caught it with a soft “Ahm!”, her face calm.

As he was about to set the bag down, he noticed a pair of eyes watching him closely.

“Stare—”

“You want one too?” he asked.

The little blue-eyed dragon nodded eagerly and opened her mouth. “Ah—”

He tossed one gently. “Ahm!”

“Unfair! I want one too!” Hinata puffed up her cheeks and tugged at his sleeve. “Kou-nii, feed me too!”

After feeding both little girls, peace finally returned, the room filled with soft giggles and flushed faces.

The game went on.

This time, Raphiel finally didn’t win—Vigne became King, and Rikka had to perform a dance.

Not Gokuraku Jodo, but a simple finger dance—

Her hands lifted gracefully before her chest, two delicate fingers tracing circles in the air, her ahoge bouncing adorably with each motion. It looked awkward at first… but ended up surprisingly cute.

Another round.

“Yay! It’s Onee-sama’s turn!” Hinata cheered, bouncing excitedly.

The shrine maiden blinked, surprised it was her, but didn’t refuse. She reached into the box with composed grace, drawing two cards.

The commands were simple:

1. Answer if you have someone you like.

2. Say the color of your panties.

The group immediately leaned forward with interest.

“Which will you choose, Onee-sama?” Hinata asked curiously, eyes sparkling.

The miko’s cheeks tinged with color. “I’ll choose… the first one,” she said softly after a pause.

“So, Miss Chiba, do you already have someone you like?” Raphiel asked teasingly, voice dripping with mischief.

“Not yet,” the miko admitted, a faint smile crossing her lips. A brief blush flickered across her cheeks. “But there is someone I have good feelings for.”

The entire room went silent.

She hadn’t said a name, but every pair of eyes turned instinctively toward Kouya.

The air grew heavy, awkward, almost suffocating.

Kouya: “…”

Why is everyone looking at me?!

That kind of answer was dangerously close to a confession!

“A-Alright, let’s keep going…” Vigne said quickly, breaking the silence.

The game continued.

And this time, once again, Raphiel became King—

The one punished: Kouya.

“Now then, Kouya-kun, please draw your cards,” Raphiel said, her voice silky with anticipation, eyes glinting with wicked delight.

Kouya sighed, reaching into the box, drawing two cards without thinking.

Then his face darkened instantly.

Darker than the night outside.

King’s Command #1: Put on a magical girl outfit and say, ‘I love Meruru!’

A magical girl outfit?

The kind that transforms mid-battle and wears something explosively embarrassing?

He could already imagine it: sparkly frills, ribbons, pink lace, and shiny boots.

This kind of cursed command should never exist!

No way in hell am I crossdressing!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep