Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 36: Lord Hero Is The Kindest

Zorat gently peeled Kaelara off him, as he could feel her already losing consciousness in his arms, falling into a deep sleep.

He gently guided her as he carried her over to the simple bed in his room before setting her down.

Zorat gazed upon her as she slept with pure bliss from her earlier release. It wasn’t that he wasn’t tempted to fulfill her desire by giving her the full length of his dick...

Zorat has been abstaining from that for two major reasons.... One. It was to properly condition her into a state where his wishes and desires become her prime objective for existence, just as he had done with many souls before. Giving in to her immediate desires and wishes would defeat that purpose.

The plan has been very successful, seeing as she’s now ready to betray her own father so she does not disappoint Zorat. Though Zorat could still tell there’s a lingering fondness for her father, she clearly still has warm feelings for him... But a second therapeutic session should be able to wash it all out.

Hehehe....

As for the second reason. Well.... Zorat could not currently afford to go completely hard just yet. Even with all the improvements to his physical form so far, Zorat knew the moment the blood pulls from this mortal body down to his dick, the likelihood of his body losing consciousness was very real. Caleb’s dick is just that monstrous in comparison to the rest of his body.

But he could feel his powers flowing in more with every passing moment and day, and he was certain that in just a few more days, his body would be able to stay conscious even while he is at full mast.

"Ah... such mortal concerns.... This is the feeling. Hehehe."

As Zorat was grinning to himself, the door to the cabin sprang open, and Florielle walked in quickly with a large overall covering her form entirely from the still raging rain outside.

"Lord hero..." she called excitedly for some reason. But as she shifted her gaze to the young lady folded up in Zorat’s bed, Florielle’s expression contorted first into shock, then horror, then sadness, before settling on surprise as she recognized the person lying there.

"Lord hero... this..." she mumbled, looking rapidly from the happily sleeping Kaelara and the standing Zorat.

"What is it, Florielle ?. Why did you run here through the rain ?" Zorat asked concernedly, completely ignoring her earlier shocked reaction.

Florielle, seeming to regain her composure, gave a weak smile as she said, "Forgive me, lord hero. I have acted rudely,"

"Come off it. I already told you, you can come here whenever you want.... But it’s raining heavily outside at the moment, FLorielle." Zorat said, looking concerned by her drenched form.

"I... I brought you some extra sheets for the night... knowing it would be... cold," she murmured with a flush on her cheeks.

In truth, Florielle had hoped she and Zorat could share these sheets and keep each other warm through the cold night. She knew from personal experience that it gets very cold in the cabin out here when it rains.

She had imagined this as her opportunity to make her move, following gossip from her maidservants’ coworkers about how male-female connections are built to become intimate, and such opportunities as this are among several examples.

But it would seem she’s been thinking too highly of herself; Her lord hero seems to already have someone he likes, and that person also happens to be the ice beauty of the kingdom, who thousands of suitors come to ask her hand in marriage every month.

When Florielle thought of her multiple fantasies over the past several days of one day building life with the item box her.... Her face contorted into a bitter smile.

She knew that her feeling had become strong. At first, she didn’t understand what she was feeling and experiencing, but the more she thought about it, the more she realised it aligned with all she’s heard about a woman’s attraction to a man.

But she couldn’t compare to the ice beauty currently in his bed. This is an extremely beautiful and wealthy noblewoman whose father is also the kingdom’s grand vizier. While she is just a forgotten child of a fallen noble house.

’How naive you have been.... Florielle.’ She lamented in her mind.

Zorat noticed the cascading emotions spiralling through her face; he could already guess what she was thinking. Zorat has been aware for a while that Florielle had the hots for him, but she had nothing to offer him yet, so he hasn’t bothered to make any moves on her. Still, he wasn’t going to throw out a treasure because it had no current uses. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Florielle is a treasure with zero utility at the moment, but a treasure nonetheless. How many denizens of the kingdom even possessed a special skill with the SSS-grade?.

So until he figures out how to awaken her skill, and what exactly it does, and how to use it for himself... Zorat will continue to keep her around. Besides.... She’s his entertaining little bunny.

"Thank you, Florielle, for the sheets. It’s still pouring hard out there, though.... Why don’t you spend the night here ?" Zorat said with a warm smile.

"Ah.. no, I can’t possibly... besides... "

"You .... already have a guest," she mumbled softly as she panned her view over to the sleeping Kaelara.

"So what of it ?. That bed is big enough for three. And that way, we can share more heat to stave off the cold." Zorat explained kindly.

This only caused a hot flush to run through Floriels’s cheeks and down her neckline. She avoided Zorat’s gaze as she turned to the side, embarrassed.

"But... what about Lady Kaelara.... Will she be okay with this?" Florielle asked this because she’s already shared the same bed two times with Zorat, and although it was improper, considering she’s just a maidservant and he was her master, since Zorat didn’t seem to mind, and she always enjoyed the feeling of being in the same bed close to him, she let herself have that one good thing.

But the young lady over there was Lady Kaelara herself. A noble from the second most powerful family in the kingdom. Should she, a maidservant, sleep in the same bed as her, she could be executed for this.

"I know your fears. But would I ever do something to hurt you, Florielle?’ Zorat said, looking into her eyes.

"No Lord hero would not." Even in her fright and her concerns. She still replied immediately with conviction; her trust was boundless.

’Lord Hero is the kindest,’ she mumbled in her mind.