Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

15. Dinner

“Now that was what I called a feast!”

Francesca patted her bulging belly full with hare meats. She looked so satisfied to finally taste the exotic flavour of animal proteins.

“Don’t you think so, Dev?” asked Francesca to her companion.

“Yeah, though normally I never had the luxury to eat this much,” replied Devon. “Meat was something rare in my family’s dining table. Only during holidays and celebrations. Most of the time we just ate crops produced by our farm.”

“Hehe, welcome to the hunter’s life, boy!” boasted Francesca. “You wish you’d met me sooner, don’t you?”

“Uh, I prefer we never met each other at all,” stated Devon coldly. There was a hint of gloominess in his answer. “No hard feelings, but you know what I mean.”

“Way to ruin the mood, Dev,” retorted Francesca while chugging down her mug of water. “It’s getting late now. I’m going to the river to wash down this negative emotion you caused.”

“Hey, it was you who brought the topic up!” protested Devon. “And I’m sure you felt the same, right?”

No answer out of Francesca’s mouth as she rose up. She didn’t even bother to glance at Devon while walking away from the place.

“Sis Fran, let me go with you!” offered Arwen out of consideration. “It’s already dark out there!”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” refused Francesca flatly. “Right now, I just want to be left alone.”

As she walked away, Arwen who was clueless about the situation decided to turn her attention to Devon.

“Bro, there must be a lot of things going on with you and Sis Fran, huh?” said Arwen as the start of the conversation. “You guys have been hanging out together for a while, I suppose?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you few days ago we were complete strangers to each other,” responded Devon while clearing up the remaining dirty utensils to the side. “But numerous things happened during that short period of time.”

“Is that so? Like what?” chased Arwen further while getting closer to Devon. Her arms landed on Devon’s shoulder as Arwen started to touch him in various parts of his body.

“Err, a lot of things. I’m not sure if I could tell you without her consenting to it,” answered Devon who seemed uncomfortable with Arwen’s physical approach. He wanted to push Arwen away, but afraid that it would hurt Arwen’s feelings.

“Oh really? Were those things… naughty?” teased Arwen even more. She seductively stared at Devon’s virgin eyes while biting her lips. Her hands were already halfway down there.

“Um, no Ma’am! Not at all!” yelled Devon amidst his panic. He was worried if things continued like this, Arwen would notice the bulge in his pants. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ma’am! I need to, uh, relieve myself!”

As he shouted, Devon swiftly broke free of Arwen’s clutch and made his escape. At that point, he didn’t care where he went, as long as it was far enough from the horny elf. Devon enjoyed the physical contact though, he was just afraid that he would lose control of himself.

“Huff, this should be, huff, far enough,” concluded Devon after running for a while. He didn’t even know where his feet took him. Devon looked around but it was too dark to see anything.

“Hey, who’s there?”

Devon gasped to hear that chilling voice. Fear started to kick in. Devon had always been afraid of ghosts since he was a little kid. Although he had already associated with demons, but still his childhood trauma conquered him at this moment.

“WHOA!!”

Devon finally gave in to the horror that his own mind had created when something was thrown against him. He couldn’t help but to scream out his fright.

“Devon? What are you doing here?” said that voice. Turned out it was Francesca. Devon just realized that his escapade brought him to the river where Francesca took a bath. “How long have you been here?”

“Uh, err, no, it’s nothing!” dodged Devon nervously. He needed to carefully select his choice of words here, otherwise it would make him easily misunderstood. “I just came here. It’s not like I was peeping you or anything like that!”

And that’s how he dug his own grave.

“Liar! I thought you were better than this!” accused Francesca while covering her luscious body. “I have misjudged you!”

“No! This is not like what you think!” argued Devon. “Please hear me out!”

“I heard enough! Congratulations, you have successfully deceived me for believing you were different than other men! I have only myself to blame!”

“Like I said before, this isn’t what it looks like! You need to trust me!” requested Devon. “It was way too dark. I couldn’t see a thing!”

“Yeah, that’s why you got closer here to take a better look, right?” retorted Francesca. “Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Oh, come on, Fran! I have better things to do rather than looking at your plain figure!” rebuked Devon, unaware that his remark would make matters worse.

“I see, now you resort to body-shame me since you couldn’t get what you wanted!” yelled Francesca. “Devon, you are a scumbag!”

“Aargh! What should I say to get me out of this complicated situation?” grunted Devon frustrated while scratching his head frantically.

Their confrontation was loud enough to give away their location to Arwen who managed to get there. Although she also heard Devon’s arguments, but she was also led to believe that Devon was really peeping on Francesca.

“It’s getting late, Bro and Sis. Mind to keep the volume down?” asked Arwen who finally decided to show up.

Francesca just scoffed and went to the riverside to dress up. She didn’t want to prolong this banter even further. Meanwhile, Devon just stood there speechless.

“I attempted to make advance on you, yet you ran away. That alone was fine, but why would you go as far to relieve yourself by peeping on her?” interrogated Arwen jealously. “Are you really that turned off by an elf like me?”