What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?

Ash silently stepped forward, expertly patted her warm, soft belly, and then casually pressed down her skirt, solemnly saying:

"This is on the street. Although there are indeed few people around, and almost no one goes out at night, what if someone does appear? In the end, even if no one sees you, it's not good to catch a cold, right? I don't know what expression to make when I see this."

"—Kill...kill...!!"

"Okay, I wouldn't say I hate it, but I really don't know what to do." Just as the girl was about to explode in anger, he first pressed his hand on her head and gave her a troubled look.

"N-no way! I don't know what to do... Because you're rich, I don't know what to give as a gift. Just a simple thank you feels a bit insincere, and... well, I've already seen it once, so it's not that hard to accept... But I'm really embarrassed! And you even called me a pervert...!"

Rabindé gritted his teeth, tiptoed closer, and stared intently at him.

In the past, it certainly wouldn't have been just a glare; he might have already thrown a punch.

"Calm down, calm down, good girl, good girl~" He was surprised by this change, stroking Rabine's head while trying his best to soothe her, but as she shyly lowered her gaze, he couldn't help but tease her again:

"But didn't you say you hated me the most back in the dungeon? How come you've changed your mind so quickly?"

"N-No, I didn't! It's just... it's just not that annoying anymore!" The girl, her cheeks flushed, stubbornly raised her head again and threatened, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

"Although I don't know what I'm talking about, since you've said it this way, let's just say it is. I was wrong, yeah, that must be it."

As an adult, Ash naturally didn't expose anything further. Instead, he chuckled and stroked her hair with his five fingers, as if he were stroking an angry cat.

This calmed Rabindée down a little, but he still grumbled with dissatisfaction:

"...What? Why are you pretending to be a mature adult at a time like this? Your gaze was so lewd just now..."

"It's not vulgar at all, it's a gentle gaze!"

"Looking at someone else's underwear with such a gentle gaze... Do you think I'm stupid?"

"...Speaking of which, you knew your underwear would be seen, so why didn't you change your clothes? Well...I wouldn't mind."

The silver-haired girl in Gothic Lolita attire, the allure of lifting her skirt—he couldn't imagine any man resisting.

"You really are a pervert... a perverted old man." The girl didn't answer, but just pursed her lips and gave him a contemptuous look.

Although such strange gazes would always arouse strange interest in people under these circumstances, before Ash could say anything, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the side.

The two stopped talking and subconsciously looked over, only to see the long-haired girl with pigtails walking out from around the corner, staring at Rabine with an incredulous expression:

"Rabind... what have you been doing?"

"Connie? No, wait... wait a minute—why is Connie here?? By the way, when did you start eavesdropping??"

"At first... I heard from Rabine's mother that you weren't home and had gone to Philen's place, so I followed you here. Who knew, who knew you'd stay here the whole time and not go inside, and even... you actually tried to seduce this old man with your underwear!!"

Completely unprepared to witness this scene, Connie felt betrayed and pointed an agitated finger at her, exclaiming, "—Rabinne! I was so wrong about you! I never imagined you were this kind of person!!"

"Huh? No! This is a misunderstanding! I just... I just..."

Rabine, who usually goes straight for the fight with Connie, is now so flustered that he looks around frantically, and finally looks to Ash for help.

Even if he were to handle it, Ash would only feel a headache.

Because he simply couldn't think of any suitable and reasonable excuse to explain the situation, in the end... he simply started making up nonsense with a straight face:

"Actually... Rabine is under a strange curse, which is why this situation is happening!"

"...Uncle, do you really think I'm an idiot?" Although he spoke with such certainty, Connie just looked at him coldly.

But he had no choice. Rabindranath was pressing hard on his instep, forcing him to respond actively and force a smile, saying, "There's no other way... This is not the time to choose methods and means."

"Let's make a choice! I'm not stupid. By the way, what does a curse have to do with this kind of perverted behavior?"

"...probably?"

"—Never heard of that!" Faced with such utter nonsense, Connie felt so agitated by the blatant disrespect that he almost couldn't help but lunge at him and start a fight.

"Okay, to be honest, I've never heard of it either..."

"Then why should you say it?"

"I just said whatever came to mind..."

......

After all, this kind of thing is hard to explain, so he could only try to muddy the waters as much as possible, but... it didn't seem to have much effect.

Labigne was speechless in the face of the two, turning his back and covering his face, trying to escape reality. Connie still looked angry, but the anger was now directed at him, his eyes narrowed to almost nothing.

"Uncle... are you really a pervert with this kind of interest?"

"If you had overheard the conversation, you would understand that I was merely passively observing."

"You're clearly very happy?"

"I wasn't particularly happy either..."

"He was forcing Rabine even in the dungeon?"

"That was her own misunderstanding... Uh, so you knew after all?" Facing Connie's scrutinizing gaze, he only managed a half-finished explanation before glancing at Rabinha, who was now utterly mortified, and said dumbfounded:

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone... and you actually told them yourself?"

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why this guy would say those things. Rabinha, who was covering his face, also managed to squeeze out a soft murmur at this moment:

"Because...Connie already mentioned the incident of having his stomach touched...I can't do that either..."

"I think that's not even in the same league."

Even Ash couldn't help but want to cover his face now, never expecting that teasing one of them would be like stirring up two hornets.

But even Connecticut couldn't stand it anymore: "--Uncle! You don't mention any of your own responsibility, and now you're blaming Labine-chan?!"

"But I'm just presenting the facts and reasoning."

There's no such thing as a free lunch, is this the price of enjoying benefits? — He lamented inwardly, then casually patted Connecticut's head and sighed, "Anyway, I'll send you back first."

"...You think we can be so easily dismissed?"

"Before we go back, I'll treat you to something else to eat..."

With his left hand on Connie and his right arm around Rabinha, he forcibly dragged the two away from the scene.

Although both of them were somewhat unwilling, they still let him take them away, since things would become more complicated if they attracted Philon or something.

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As night deepened, Ash went out with two friends who resembled adopted daughters, and both of them were beautiful girls... This situation made Ash feel inexplicably that something was wrong, but he also felt a strange little excitement.

"...But thinking about it seriously, what have I been doing? It's definitely not a good idea, is it?" While the girls on either side were happily ordering, and he was about to give them a good bleed, a pang of conscience made him shake his head involuntarily.

"What?! Two beautiful girls are willing to accompany you, what else are you dissatisfied with? What are you sighing about?" His unwilling appearance made Rabinhei angrily stomp on his foot under the table to vent his dissatisfaction at being misunderstood.

If it hurts, how heavy can a mage's foot be? He's only worried that if others see it, they'll think he has some kind of peculiar interest.

But the underwear is really cute, not at all like its appearance... No, I shouldn't think about such strange things...

"Connie is so gentle after all..." He simply ignored Rabine and smiled, resting his chin on his hand, as he stroked Connie's head.

This made Connie chuckle and obediently shake his head.

However, this action made Rabindranath very unhappy. He pursed his lips and glared at Rabindranath as he kept stomping on Rabindranath's shoes, getting them dirty, like a child seeking attention, or... a sulking little wife?

"Hmm...okay, actually Rabine is quite cute too." Having no other choice, he could only free one hand and casually pat Rabine's head.

"...This dismissive attitude? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"What would be considered not perfunctory? I can't just do something like kissing, hugging, or lifting her up high, can I? If Philon saw me treating her friend like that, she'd probably stab me with a knife."

"I didn't go that far! That's vulgar!"

"...Yes, yes, I'm lewd, I'm a pervert..."

Although she said that, her over-the-knee white boots finally let go of his instep, leaving Ash wondering if she really wanted to lift him up a bit? But if she really said that, he would definitely get angry again, right?

Is this assertiveness or tsundere? But... this is really troublesome, just like Celie's personality—while feeling frustrated, his hands were busy on both sides, patting the heads of the two girls, trying his best to prevent either of them from getting upset.

Although this situation is a bit strange and I feel a little depressed, it seems... unexpectedly interesting?

At least he was complaining in his heart and muttering to himself, but he was having a great time playing with his hands... It was a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

Of course, the two might be happier if they weren't friends with their daughter.

Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy his happiness of having two wives for long, as an old and familiar voice came from behind him.

“I always thought you would be more aloof…” The old man wearing a monocle, Duncan, finally couldn’t resist and walked over. Beside him was Selene’s second disciple, the white-haired old man, Lylene.

The relatively introverted and timid Lylene even lowered her head when she saw him: "It's been a long time since I greeted you, Lord Ash. You look very energetic lately."

Before Ash could even answer, Lylene's appearance caused Connie and Rabine to quickly slap away the hand that was still patting their heads and immediately stand up to greet him politely:

"Good evening!"

"Hey Principal, it's been a long time!"

"Hello to you both, Rabine. You still have a lot of room for improvement. Don't let your guard down just because you've become a first-level mage... Connie, try again in three years. You'll definitely succeed next time."

As the principal of the magic academy, Lylene nodded to the two with a kind smile. After briefly greeting her students, she gestured for them to sit down without being shy.

"...Why does Lylene treat me so well, yet show me so little respect?"

“Because! Mr. Lylene is our principal, and he sometimes teaches us personally. All our teachers are Mr. Lylene’s students…!” Connie, sitting upright, whispered the situation. Rabine also muttered seriously, “And shouldn’t we be more respectful in terms of seniority?”

"...But shouldn't Su be more polite to me in that case?"