Chapter 20: The Demon Lord faces... maid café! (1)

"What kind of den of depravity is this...?"

"Big bro, it’s just a maid café!"

To spend Sunday afternoon together, Camila had dragged Lars to the most famous maid café in central London.

Jessica, Mia, and Emily were with them too.

Emily was still so sore from all the work two days earlier that she was walking as stiffly as a robot.

"A den of depravity? That’s certainly an original way to describe it," Jessica commented.

Mia tilted her head slightly.

"Seriously, how do you not know what a maid café is?"

Then she gave Lars a playful smile.

"Before coming here, were you studying abroad or on another planet entirely?"

"Am I supposed to laugh?"

Lars’s cutting tone instantly killed Mia’s enthusiasm.

"N-No... I don’t think so."

"Good."

"Goshujin-sama, ojou-sama, are you ready to order?" the young waitress asked.

Lars and Camila were sitting side by side on one side of the table, while Jessica, Mia, and Emily sat across from them.

"Kōcha o hitotsu kudasai," Lars replied.

Camila and her three friends stared at him as if he had just spoken some alien language.

The waitress, meanwhile, broke out in a cold sweat.

She hadn’t understood a single word either.

"C-Could you repeat that, sir...? In English, please..."

Her voice trembled with embarrassment.

Lars gave her a puzzled look.

"Let me get this straight. You speak Japanese, but you don’t understand it?"

The girl turned even redder. She looked like she was about to tear off her apron and bolt from the café.

"I-I don’t actually speak Japanese at all... They only taught me a few stock phrases. I’m so sorry..."

"How incompetent. Never mind. Black tea, please."

After him, the four girls placed their orders as well.

When the waitress was finally able to step away from the table, she let out a very obvious sigh of relief.

She looked like a suspect who had just been cleared after hours of interrogation.

"O-Onii-chan... you turn me on so much when you speak Japanese, you know that...?" Camila whispered into his ear in a sultry voice.

At the same time, she slipped a hand past the waistband of his pants. She slid it farther down, inside his underwear, and began slowly rubbing him.

"This isn’t the time, Camila."

"...It’s always the right time to show my big bro just how much I love him."

"Waaaa, I’m so excited! The big day is almost here!" Mia squealed, nearly hysterical with excitement.

"Yeeees! We’re gonna crush everyone again this year!" Jessica chimed in with just as much enthusiasm.

Both of them turned to Camila.

"Captain, you’re fired up too, right? We’ve got another Winter Interschool Festival to win!"

"Oh, absolutely. And my big brother will be there this year too, so I’m going to try even harder!"

Mia stretched a hand toward the center of the table.

"The three of us together are seriously unbeatable!"

Jessica slapped her own hand on top of Mia’s.

"Yeah! The best!"

Camila joined in with her free hand, while the other was still busy with something else entirely.

"The strongest in the world!"

In the middle of all that excitement, Lars noticed something that felt out of place.

Emily had stayed on the sidelines.

For a moment, the smile vanished from her lips.

The instant she noticed Lars watching her with his usual cold, unreadable stare, Emily immediately flashed a bright smile and placed her hand on top of the others.

"To the strongest volleyball team!"

"Would you stop making such a racket? You’re not the only ones in here," Lars scolded them.

After that, an almost complete silence settled over the table.

The only sound left was the occasional sip from their drinks.

Then, suddenly—

Clink.

The sound of a teaspoon hitting the floor broke the silence.

"Oops, it slipped. How clumsy of me," Camila said.

Her tone was so theatrical that it was hard to believe there was anything accidental about it.

Using that as an excuse, she ducked beneath the table, though she clearly had no intention of picking up the spoon.

With one sharp tug, she pulled Lars’s underwear down to mid-thigh, freeing his erection.

Without wasting another second, she leaned forward and took it between her lips.

Since Lars and Camila were sitting with their backs to the wall, only the three girls across from them could see what was happening under the table.

And after nearly a full minute, the faintest suspicion began to creep into their minds that Camila might not actually be looking for the teaspoon down there.

"Um... Camila? Do you need help looking for it...?" Mia asked, visibly embarrassed.

Only Camila’s hand emerged from beneath the table, one finger moving from side to side in a clear no.

Lars let out a long sigh.

...The patience I need with this girl...

When Camila felt Lars’s hand come to rest on top of her head, she genuinely thought he had decided to indulge her.

She was wrong.

Instead of pushing downward, Lars shoved her sideways, sending Camila tumbling off her chair with her legs flying up into the air.

A moment later, she got back to her feet with the teaspoon clutched in one hand.

"Oh, I finally found it. It was really well hidden..."

Lars barely had time to take another couple of sips of tea before Camila came at him again, more determined than ever.

All it took was another flimsy excuse for her to drape herself sideways across his lap and press her breasts against his erection.

Before long, though, she stopped even bothering to come up with excuses.

With barely any attempt at discretion, she lifted the back of her short skirt and sat directly on top of him.

Then she began rubbing her bare ass — covered only by the impossibly thin string of her thong — against the bulge that had already been hard for more than half an hour.

All of it happened under the increasingly embarrassed stares of Mia, Jessica, and Emily.

By that point, the three of them practically knew the maid café’s entire menu by heart.

It was the sixth time they had gone through it from beginning to end in a desperate attempt to pretend they couldn’t see what Camila was doing.

"That’s enough."

Lars shot to his feet so suddenly that Camila, still sitting on him, ended up on the floor again.

"B-Big bro, stop making me fall! That hurt!" she whined, rubbing her forehead.

Lars didn’t answer.

Instead, he gave her such a cold, piercing look that Camila instinctively pulled her knees up against her chest.

Even Mia, Jessica, and Emily stiffened and slowly lowered their eyes to the menu, pretending to have suddenly developed a profound interest in the cheesecake ingredients.

By then, they knew the café’s desserts so well they could have opened a pastry shop of their own.

"B-Big bro... W-What are you going to do...?"

"Shut you up."

Lars grabbed her by one ankle and started dragging her toward the maid café restroom as if she were a bag of trash.

Along the way, Camila’s ass practically polished the café carpet to a shine.

The three girls left at the table exchanged puzzled looks.

"T-Those two... really are brother and sister, right?"

"That’s what Camila said..."

Emily wrinkled her nose.

"If I had a brother like that, I’d probably have moved out already. He really is an asshole..."

Jessica watched the two of them disappear from view.

"Ah, if I had a brother like that..."

She abruptly stopped herself.

"No. Better not finish that sentence, or you’ll call me a pervert."

Mia shot Jessica a horrified glare.

"You really are a pervert."

"See?! I knew you were going to say that!"