The Reincarnated Demon King Can’t Escape~ When I Reincarnated 1000 Years Later, My Yandere Heroines Were Waiting for Me~ - Chapter 8

Big Sister Teacher’s Makeup Class Time (1)

The window glass of the classroom is shaking with a loud rattle.

The highlight has completely disappeared from Big Sister As’s eyes on the other side of the door. The highlight has completely disappeared from Lyco’s eyes inside my arms too.

Two pairs of dead eyes are facing each other across me.

A touch-and-go situation.
This is a sight I saw several times one thousand years ago too, but this place is a classroom. The replacement cost for the desks and chairs falls under the management responsibility of the teacher, Big Sister As, you know. You’re going to end up paying for it out of your own salary.

I was about to open my mouth to step in as a mediator—the exact moment I did, Big Sister As swapped her expression in a smooth movement.

A teacher’s mask. A gentle smile. A perfect business smile that doesn’t let you feel a single shred of the carnage presence from just a moment ago.
But the speed of that switch is scary, if anything.

“Dismissal time has long since passed. Students, please head home promptly, okay?”

Teacher authority. Lyco has no right to refuse.
But Lyco doesn’t move. She stays in her Half-Fluff state and clings to my arm, refusing to leave.

“Also, Eldi.”

A sweet smile. The temperature of her voice drops a stage.

“Being stuck tightly together with a female student alone in a classroom after school counts as improper heterosexual association. It looks like you need an extra makeup class.”

Me, the demon king, getting a makeup class. And what’s more, under the pretext of improper heterosexual association.
…To think she would use her title of teacher like this. She has been a woman who makes use of absolutely anything she can find since a long time ago.

“No… I am staying by Master’s side.”

Lyco mutters in a low voice.

“This is guidance on school life. Anyone other than the party involved, please leave the room, okay?”

A smile that leaves no room for argument. A glare-down for a brief moment.
Eventually, Lyco sluggishly deactivates her Half-Fluff state and gets up from her seat.

“…Hmph.”

Giving a glance over here, she left the classroom with a highly reluctant look.

The door closes.
—But her presence doesn’t disappear.
Lyco hasn’t gone home. She is standing firmly on her feet in the hallway. Pouting her cheeks, crossing her arms, and keeping her tail bristled up, she is in a stance where she won’t move a single step away from the closed door.

That girl, she is completely sulking, huh.

—

Anyway, with Lyco sent away, this time it’s just the two of us, me and Big Sister As, alone in the classroom.

The exact moment the door closed—Big Sister As’s air changed.

Big Sister As, who was standing on the side of the teacher’s podium, comes running up to my seat with pitter-patter small steps. The black wings on her back shake with loud flaps. A tall dragonute woman, just like an older sister who had been anxiously waiting for her little brother to come home—

“Little brother!”

She hugged me tightly as if flying at me.
Sitting in my chair, my head gets buried in Big Sister As’s chest.

Vision, zero. Breathing, difficult.

Big Sister As has what you would call ultra-huge breasts. My face gets completely swallowed up by a soft wall, and I can’t distinguish front, back, left, or right. Both my nose and mouth are blocked. This isn’t an embrace. This is containment. This is house arrest. There is even a possibility of an attempted assassination.

“Miss Lyco got all the turns… and even got to do fluff-fluff… that’s so unfair…”

Right after watching the fluff-fluff scene, her jealousy gauge is completely maxed out right from the start. Rubbing her cheek against mine while holding me tightly. Pressing her cheek against my hair and narrowing her eyes like it feels ticklish—which I could barely see through a gap in the chest pressure. The black wings on her back move up and down violently with loud flaps. That’s the reaction for when a dragonute can’t fully hold back her emotions.

“Hey, Big Sister As, it hurts, I’m saying I can’t breathe.”

Buried in her chest, I plead in a muffled voice.
For a demon king who died one thousand years ago to die of suffocation by a chest one thousand years later is way too pathetic.

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

She moves away. But the distance is roughly thirty centimeters. Her face is close.

“Hehe, little brother’s face is completely red. So cute♪”

“That’s because you pushed yourself onto me, Big Sister As.”

The red color is because of oxygen deprivation. I am absolutely not thinking about improper things.

—

Big Sister As smoothly takes things out from her bag. Homemade baked sweets. A portable tea set. Tea brewed with care.
The classroom desk changed into a makeshift cafe in thirty seconds. Her skill is way too good. She clearly prepared and came here today assuming this exact development.

“When did you prepare this?”

“I woke up early this morning and made them ahead of time. I remember the recipe for the cookies little brother loved, after all.”

She is reproducing my preferences from a thousand years ago exactly as they were. Taking a bite, the smell of butter spread out inside my mouth. Not too sweet, with a crisp, light texture. This is definitely the taste from back then. The exact same as the cookies Big Sister As baked for me in between battles one thousand years ago.

“Is it delicious?”

“…Yeah. It hasn’t changed.”

“Ehehe.”

Her wings go flap-flap. She can’t hide her happiness.
The tea is delicious too. A careful way of brewing with just the right amount of bitterness. A thousand years ago, it was herbal medicine tea. The tea leaves of this era are far superior, but the care in her way of brewing hasn’t changed.

“Do you want to eat another piece? There are still plenty, you know.”

“No, I’ve had enough.”

“Even though you don’t have to hold back. Little brother, you’ve been like that since a long time ago. Always holding back.”

It’s not holding back, I just know the right amount, but it’s useless saying that to this older sister.
More than ten pieces have already been dropped onto the plate with a plop.

When I finished eating, this time she moved behind me and started massaging my shoulders.

“Little brother, your shoulders are stiff, you know. Look, it’s hard right here.”

“No, not really—”

“Now, take a deep breath. Inhale, exhale.”

She isn’t listening.
Her touch is accurate, and even the adjustment of her strength is the exact same as a thousand years ago. A woman who used to handle all of the demon king’s personal care single-handedly back in our past life. Massages, food management, health management, and even extending to my daily schedule. She was a staff officer, a caretaker, and an older sister—practically a commander who managed my life as a whole.

It feels good. I’ll admit that.
But I can also feel a persistence oozing out from every single touch of hers that says, “I won’t let go again,” and “I will absolutely never lose you again.” A restriction—in the shape of spoiling me.

—

While receiving the massage, I brought up the main topic.
The question I asked Lyco earlier and had brushed off.

“Big Sister As. Can I ask you one thing?”

“What is it?”

“How did you guys come to this era?”

The hands massaging my shoulders stopped.
Chrono-Dimension Transfer is a forbidden art I developed completely on my own. I didn’t hand the theory or the spell formula to anyone other than myself. Despite that, the three of them are here.

A silence that feels just a little bit hesitant. A faint strength gets packed into the hands placed on my shoulders.

“…Hmm, what should I do.”

A hesitation for a few seconds. Then, she lets out a little chuckle.

“I’ll tell you, as a special treat.”

Sitting down in the chair next to mine and keeping her eyes toward the outside of the window, she started to talk.

“On that day, right after little brother disappeared—the three of us cooperated and moved together. We could somehow tell from the remaining magic power that little brother’s soul flew to the future. But that was our only clue. We didn’t know where you flew to, what era you are in, or anything at all. —But you see, little brother told us ‘Let’s meet again,’ didn’t you?”

One thousand years ago, the three girls who were keeping each other in check—teamed up for the first time only after losing me. Their purpose was just a single thing.

“From there, we created a magic to chase after you from scratch. We gave it the name Chrono-Arcadias. Though it took us five hundred years until completion.”

She says it smoothly. As if she is talking about something that happened just yesterday.

“By the time it was completed, you see, all three of us were totally wrinkly old grandmas. Miss Lyco, even when she turned into a grandma, only her ears and tail stayed perfectly perky, it was so cute. Miss Clara had a great posture even when her hair turned white. As for me… hehe, it’s a secret.”

Her laughter quietly settles down. Big Sister As’s eyes suddenly got distant.
Five hundred years. It’s a staggering amount of time. Even for a long-lived demon race, normally someone would walk a different life. There would be new meetings, new bonds would form, and the past would sink to the bottom of memories.
These girls spent that entire five hundred years without falling in love, without moving their hearts to anyone else, using it up solely to chase after me.

That single line I spat out at the moment of my death. A whimsical line just because I wanted to look cool.
There are three idiots who seriously came chasing after that. And those three are now right by my side with completely natural faces in this school.

The deep depths of my chest got warm in a slow wave.
I thought I should say something. But I can’t find the appropriate words. Despite being the demon king, my inability to give a clever reply at times like this hasn’t changed since a long time ago.

Big Sister As took my hand. Quietly, but with a strength that will absolutely never let go.

“That’s why, you see, little brother. I am absolutely never letting you escape again.”

“…Big Sister As, that’s a threat, you know.”

“Uh-uh, it’s love, you know?”

Her black wings spread out in a soft movement and close as if wrapping around me. The inside of the wings is warm with her body heat. In no time at all, I was wrapped in a warmth that left no way to escape.