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I wake up to the chirping sound coming from outside. Mornings have always been a torment for me. My body feels heavy, making it hard to get up. Still, if I don't get up, I can't spend the day.
I step into the bathroom arranged in my room and wake up with a morning shower. I enjoy morning showers as they refresh my mind and invigorate my morning. I soak my body and enter the washroom. Then I look in the mirror.
The reflection of myself. A tall man with dark green hair, a soft jawline that isn't rugged, and a sharp nose. I wouldn't call myself a pretty boy, but I take pride in being somewhat handsome. My parents were quite the good-looking couple, so I must have inherited some of those good looks.
However, one complex I have is my sharp eyes, which are nothing like my parents' round ones. They seem fierce and intimidating, but a commoner like me shouldn't be thinking such things. It's just the way my eyes are. Back when I attended an aristocratic school in my childhood, I was often picked on because of these eyes. Even upperclassmen would pick fights with me, and I remember being so scared that I fought with my eyes closed.
And another complex, my stiff expression. Since I entered elementary school, my face has been unusually rigid. I don't know why. It just happened. My parents must have thought I was going astray, as they cried. I was genuinely depressed back then, spending whole days wrapped in a blanket in my room. Still, as a dutiful son, I only showed this expression while proving I was a good child, and I succeeded. It was tough. This expression also contributed to me being picked on.
Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Damian Andromalius. I am the head of the Andromalius family, one of the 72 nobles in the demon world. Currently, I govern my territory, the Andromalius domain.
Knock knock~
"Mr. Damian? It's time for breakfast."
A woman's voice comes from beyond the door. I check the time, realizing it's already breakfast time, and I wipe my face with a towel.
"Got it. I'll be right there."
"Understood."
The sound of footsteps fades away, and I let out a sigh as I exit the washroom and return to my room. I open the wardrobe and pull out my underwear and clothes, putting them on in a hurry. While other nobles have attendants to help them change, I don't particularly like someone else touching my body. Above all, it feels uncomfortable. So, I dress myself.
Thinking back, I used to have attendants help me change when I was younger. At that time, I was embarrassed because they were female attendants. Showing my naked body was embarrassing. Of course, a child wouldn't think much of it, so I acted normally. Looking back now, that time is filled with dark memories.
I lightly put on a black suit and step out of my room. The mansion I live in isn't very large. If the size of a mansion where noble spirits live is rated as 100, mine would be around 2 or 3. For someone like me with the soul of a commoner, it was too big, so after becoming the head, I renovated it to make it smaller. Thus, there are only two or three attendants in this house. Well, maybe they aren't even attendants.
As I enter the dining room, I see the chef bringing out the dishes. Upon seeing me, the chef bows politely and raises a hand in greeting.
"Did you sleep well, Mr. Damian? I prepared a lighter breakfast than usual today. Is that alright?"
"It doesn't matter. Your cooking always whets my appetite. I'm looking forward to it today as well."
"Thanks! I won't disappoint you!"
No, no, you don't have to be so humble. The chef's cooking is always excellent. There's no way I wouldn't look forward to the food of someone with skills that leave me in awe.
"Good morning, Mr. Damian."
A woman's voice comes from behind me, and I quietly turn around. There stands a beautiful woman with black hair down to her waist, elegantly dressed in a black women's suit that accentuates her curves.
"Good morning, Seria."
Her name is Seria Ose, a classmate from the same school, and we've maintained our connection since then. She is the heir of the Ose family, one of the 72 nobles, and was supposed to become the next head of her family, but she left her family and is now my Queen. Her abilities are no joke, I must say. I can't understand why such a talented and beautiful woman has become a subordinate of a commoner like me.
"Oh dear, your tie is a bit crooked. Let me fix it for you."
As Seria approaches to fix my tie, it feels somewhat like a newlywed couple. However, it's quite close. Right in front of me is Seria's beautiful face. With her charm as a woman, being this close makes my heart race, honestly.
"Yes, all done. And…."
Peck.
Our lips briefly touch, and Seria's face turns slightly pink as she sticks out her tongue.
"This is a reward."
Bro, what is this cuteness…
What can I say about my relationship with Seria? It's somewhat like a romantic relationship. To be precise, we aren't officially dating. It's more of a relationship like lovers, but we aren't true lovers. It might sound strange to say that despite having kissed and had intimate relations, we aren't lovers, but that's Seria's opinion.
On the day I graduated from being a virgin, I proposed to Seria. While it wasn't love, I had enough affection for her and felt we would live well together if we married. So, I proposed. And I was rejected at lightning speed. She said she was satisfied just being by my side and that it was enough for her to occasionally indulge in her whims.
Of course, I was furious and tried to persuade her several times, but Seria's resolve was too firm. As a result, we ended up in a relationship that's not quite lovers but feels like it. It might be closer to being a concubine. Honestly, I feel regretful, but I can't seem to change Seria's mind, so I'm living like this. Sigh, I'd be okay with marrying Seria. No, I want to marry her.
"Damian, Damian! It's a good morning!"
Bam!
Something intense strikes my neck, and I feel like I might lose my mind from the jolt. I feel nauseous. I steady my shaking head.
Diving into my neck is a girl with hair as white as snow, her jewel-like features and lively atmosphere amplifying her unique cuteness. Clinging to my neck in a pure white dress, she rides me like a horse, stirring paternal affection within me.
"Rione, I told you not to do that because it puts strain on Damian's neck."
Seria says in a tired tone to the girl, Rione. The girl's name is Rione, a White Dragon. She is my familiar and has been my precious partner since childhood. Currently known as the Diamond Dragon, one of the six great dragon kings, she is in polymorph form right now. For reference, she can also transform into an adult in energy-saving mode. At that time, she becomes a true beauty with all the right curves.
"Ugh, but Rione just wants to be cute for Damian. Ah, is Rione making you jealous, Seria?"
"N-no, that's not it! I'm just worried about Mr. Damian's health."
"Uh-huh, Seria is jealous of Rione. Got it! Seria should also be cute for Damian! It's more fun together!"
"T-that's not…."
Seria's face turns red as she avoids my gaze. Didn't you engage in even more embarrassing acts without hesitation? It's definitely cute, though.
"Shall we have breakfast first?"
"Ah, yes. Speaking of which, I almost forgot. Rione, let's eat…."
"Meat, meat, me~at! Rione wants delicious meat!"
"...Already prepared, I see."
Seria lets out a sigh, and I shrug my shoulders and sit down at my place. For reference, it's usual for the three of us to eat together at the same table.
"Bon appétit."
Now, let's enjoy another pleasant morning. Hmm, today I really like the dressing on the tether grill salad. It's totally my taste. Truly, the chef is amazing.