The Daily Life of the Demon King

Waking up the next morning, Alex felt more exhausted than ever before. On the one hand, he was happy to have taken his relationships with the girls to a new level, but what had happened that night made him rethink a few things. He firmly decided never to get involved with drunk girls again because, during the night's events, they had turned into raging pumas on steroids, stopping only when everyone passed out from exhaustion.

Alex even recalled an old saying that the quietest girls in bed turn out to be the most aggressive—and that night, he had fully confirmed its truth. Staring at the ceiling, he was glad he had blocked the spiritual link in time so the valkyries wouldn't see anything extra. However, a strange feeling still lingered... For a moment, he thought he had seen Göndul in the heat of the moment.

But it wasn't an illusion. Alex was sure that, at some point, Göndul had actually joined in. He just hoped that in the midst of passion, the girls hadn't noticed one extra participant.

Feeling strong feminine arms hugging him from all sides, Alex realized that getting out wouldn't be easy. He turned his head and saw Valmet, who was happily snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. On the other side, Namiyo had cozily wrapped around his arm, peacefully breathing in her sleep.

Not wanting to wake the girls, Alex became intangible and carefully slipped out of their embrace. He was about to get dressed but froze when he saw his clothes.

"Passion is one thing, but tearing my clothes to shreds was completely unnecessary," he muttered, looking at the tattered remains of his outfit.

The only thing that comforted him was that at least his boxers were still intact. Pulling them on, he took a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from his bag, quickly got dressed, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. He knew perfectly well that after last night's alcohol marathon, the girls would have a monstrous hangover.

The last time he had cooked was so long ago that he barely remembered when it was. In Orario, that duty had always fallen to Haruhime—the sweet fox girl who made amazing homemade food. In Night City, Gloria had taken care of him, always trying to create a warm, family-like atmosphere.

Humming a tune, Alex continued cooking breakfast, unintentionally reminiscing about other worlds. He winced as a certain memory surfaced—Loki, wanting to compete with Hestia in cooking, had created something so horrifying that it… made a sinister sound.

That was the first time Alex had seen food that literally screamed in agony. Their entire family unanimously decided not to risk their health and fed that culinary abomination to a random monster. When Alex carried out the task, he witnessed the enormous creature writhing in agony and dying with a bloodcurdling roar.

"Göndul, darling, care for some breakfast? I saw you joined in the middle of the process last night," Alex said, stirring the eggs in the pan.

"Oh, thank you, dear, but I already had my fill last night," Göndul's seductive voice echoed in his mind.

Alex decided not to clarify what exactly she had "filled up on." Even with his fearlessness, he had no desire to delve into such topics.

As he continued cooking, he pondered: the bigger the family, the more mouths to feed. At least the bunker had enough supplies to spoil everyone with delicious meals. But the alcohol definitely needed to be hidden away—otherwise, every evening would end in the same kind of "action."

Of course, he had no objections to lovemaking, but he still wasn't sure whether the girls could get pregnant from him.

In Night City, despite Rebecca's frequent nightly attacks, none of his girls had gotten pregnant. Alex even thought Rebecca should have been the first, but so far, nothing had happened. However, if it did, he already felt a headache coming on, knowing exactly how Freya would react once she found out. He knew that the goddess of love would definitely lock him up until she got pregnant herself.

Deciding to clarify the matter, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to his father:"Can girls get pregnant from me?"

The reply came instantly."Yes, they can. So try harder—I want grandkids."

Alex's eye twitched."'Try harder'?" he muttered, feeling his teeth starting to ache.

If his father's words were true, he might end up never leaving his room until all the girls got pregnant. At that moment, he thought it would be better if the old man finally made peace with Lucifer—maybe then he'd get grandkids from him instead.

A second later, another message arrived:"He's still figuring out his feelings for Detective Decker. I definitely won't be getting grandkids from him."

Alex just sighed heavily and shook his head.

His eye twitched again involuntarily. He glanced at his phone before shaking his head with a crooked smile. He wondered what Lucifer was up to. Maybe he should pay him a visit...

But then he remembered which universe his new brother was in. And, to put it mildly, it wasn't the most pleasant one—filled with all sorts of unpleasant individuals he definitely didn't want to deal with. Alex knew perfectly well that if he went there just to meet Lucifer, he would inevitably get involved in some kind of mess and then have to clean it up.

And the worst part—he didn't even want to think about the paranoid man in the bat costume. That guy would definitely get on his nerves.

Alex sighed heavily, realizing that even something as simple as meeting his brother would turn into a headache. He didn't need to be a prophet to see that coming. For a moment, he even tried recalling the details of the DC universe's plot to draft a plan, but he quickly realized there was way too much storyline nonsense to sift through. And yeah, the local superheroes definitely wouldn't leave him alone if he killed another villain.

"Maybe I should just not go there?" he muttered thoughtfully.

"Not go where?" a sleepy voice sounded behind him.

Alex turned around and saw Koko standing in the doorway of the kitchen, sleepily rubbing her eyes. She was wearing nothing but a shirt, and her drowsy expression made it clear she wasn't fully awake yet.

Without waiting for an answer, Koko, like a zombie, slowly walked over to him. Reaching him, she wrapped her arms around his neck without a word and softly kissed his lips. Then, with a satisfied smile, she rested her head against his chest, rubbing her cheek against him.

Alex smiled, gently running his fingers through her snowy-white hair.

Koko suddenly lifted her head, her blue eyes meeting his irises.

"Since we slept together, I deserve a ring. Now you have to spoil me for the rest of my life," she declared with a wide grin.

"Don't you have a hangover?" Alex raised an eyebrow, playfully poking her nose. "A minute ago, you looked like you were ready to meet your ancestors. How did you recover so fast?"

"Hu-hu, it's the power of love!" Koko giggled. "One kiss, and no more hangover. Even my legs don't hurt anymore!"

"If you say so, darling," Alex smirked. "Want breakfast? Or will you wait for the others?"

"Hmm… I'll wait until you're done. Want me to help? We can be like newlyweds—you cook, I taste!" she grinned, flashing her teeth.

Alex shook his head with a smile. Of course, she refused a full breakfast, but she definitely wouldn't refuse to snatch food from the table. He was glad that she didn't continue the topic about where he didn't want to go. It was still too early to reveal that information—he planned to tell the girls everything once they reached a safe place where they could settle for a while and build a settlement for the survivors.

He invited Koko to help, and the two of them continued cooking. Well, more like Alex was cooking while Koko, like a little thief, grabbed everything her greedy hands could reach.

At the same time, Alex was still wondering where Alice, GIR, Mimi, and Stitch had disappeared to yesterday. He hadn't seen them since the evening. However, after considering a few possibilities, he figured that Alice was probably spending time with Honoka and Malka.

Humming a tune to himself, Alex didn't immediately notice when the other girls began trickling into the kitchen. They looked like they had been through a war—dressed in whatever they could find, pale-faced, and suffering from severe hangovers.

"Pretty boy, do you have anything for a headache?" Rika groaned, clutching her temples. "This hangover is killing me. But you know what? You were incredible last night… We should do it again tonight."

"Maybe you should pull yourself together before making plans for the evening," Alex smirked at her.

Rika just waved a hand dismissively and dropped her face onto the table, refusing to move. The more mature women, already suffering from their hangovers, made the smarter choice and poured themselves coffee to deal with the headache. Alex helped by handing out cups of the hot drink, earning kisses on the cheek in gratitude—and from some, even on the lips.

Once he finished cooking breakfast, Alex started setting the table so the girls could eat and recover. However, one question still nagged at him: how the hell did Brunhilda and Rebecca manage to get drunk?

Rebecca could be considered a Level 4 adventurer, and Brunhilda was a demi-goddess, meaning she should have a high alcohol tolerance. Narrowing his eyes, Alex had a suspicion—Brunhilda had probably pulled out some divine liquor from her inventory, something she had brought from Valhalla.

"So, how's the breakfast? I haven't cooked in a while; hope everything's edible," Alex asked, looking around at the girls.

"My dear husband, your cooking is simply divine! I'd kiss you, but I should probably eat first," Beatrix grinned.

"She's right, Alex, this is really good. Can I have seconds?" Shizuka asked, clearly satisfied.

Alex smiled, stood up, took Shizuka's plate, and refilled it with food. When he placed the full plate back in front of her, he was rewarded with another kiss. He watched with a smirk as the girls ate with great appetite, chatting amongst themselves.

His attention was drawn to Saya, who kept stealing shy glances at him. Alex tilted his head slightly, puzzled by her bashfulness.

"What's wrong, Saya? Do you want to ask something?" he asked with a smile.

"It's just that… things are serious between us now… which means you have to take responsibility for me. You… took my first time," she muttered, her voice growing almost inaudible by the end.

"Oh, now you're acting all shy, huh, Pinky? Who was the one screaming last night, 'Give me more! I need more!'?" Rebecca burst out laughing, pointing her fork at Saya.

"Screw you, you horny gremlin!" Saya bared her teeth, gripping her spoon tightly.

"Oh? You wanna fight? Or do you wanna have another competition—see who can last longer on Alex? Huh? Or should I remind you how you passed out, mumbling, 'I can't take any more'?" Rebecca smirked mischievously.

Alex sighed heavily. Even during yesterday's pleasures, they had managed to turn everything into a competition.

"Girls, we're having breakfast here, and you're not alone. If you want to continue arguing, go outside," Yuriko said calmly.

"Sorry, mom..." Saya mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"Tsk, fine... But just so you know, Pinky, you can't beat me. Especially in bed. I've been with Alex longer, so I know what he likes," Rebecca smirked.

Alex, who had been sipping his coffee, nearly choked. How had he ended up in this competition? He definitely didn't want to participate, but judging by the looks from the other girls, they weren't about to let it go that easily.

Sighing, he glanced at Brunhilde, hoping for support, but the Valkyrie just smiled sweetly at him. Alex realized—she was involved too. They had already been close back in Valhalla, but now it seemed Brunhilde had become bolder… or perhaps had been influenced by the other girls. Especially Rebecca, who had been holding back for so long from jumping on him.

Resigning himself to his fate, Alex decided to just accept whatever was coming his way. At least he hoped the girls wouldn't attack him while he was sleeping… Although, considering one particular goddess living in Orario, that was far from certain. Loki hadn't stopped from the very first time, and now she regularly carried out "night raids" when he was at home in Orario.

When the girls finished breakfast, another wave of laziness hit them, and it seemed no one was planning to move. Even Brunhilde struggled to fight off sleepiness. Alex just smirked, picked up Koko, who was sitting beside him, and carried her back to the room, gently laying her on the bed.

Returning to the kitchen, he found that the situation hadn't changed— the girls were still lying at the table, lazily moaning, clearly drained of the last of their energy. Realizing it was pointless to leave them there, Alex started carrying them one by one to the room.

When it was Valmet's turn, she unexpectedly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, clearly not wanting to be carried. Alex was surprised—usually, Valmet was more composed and displayed her cold demeanor. She took his hand and tugged him toward the room.

Inside, they found the others—lying in such a relaxed state that it was obvious they weren't planning to get up anytime soon. Only Brunhilde, with great effort, was trying to fight off the bout of laziness, preparing to organize work at the military base.

"Rest, Brunhilde. I'll handle everything, and for now, you can relax," Alex said, not letting her rise. "I was going to scout the situation in the city anyway."

"And what exactly are you looking for there?" Valmet asked, sitting down next to him.

The girls began to open their eyes, changing their positions to look at Alex. They were curious about why he was heading to the city. Alex, on the other hand, had several goals in mind: to identify places where supplies could be found, search for possible survivors, and, at the same time, discreetly unload some of the supplies from his inventory to avoid unnecessary questions.

He already had a clear plan for the day: besides reconnaissance, he needed to prepare for work on the aircraft carrier, organize a new training session for his students, and begin designing combat armor for people. He already had some progress, but it was still mostly theoretical.

"The city is still in an unknown state, and I need to figure out if we can find provisions here. As much as I hate to admit it, after Okinawa, we'll be heading to China and beyond. We need to stock up on as many resources as possible," Alex replied.

"Since we're going on a sea trip, maybe we should catch fish or other sea creatures?" Saya said thoughtfully.

"Hmm... fresh sushi... I wouldn't say no," Rika nodded, agreeing with the idea.

Alex didn't even get a chance to speak— the girls immediately started discussing food and plans for the sea trip, and he suddenly found himself wondering: were they really in a world where a zombie apocalypse was raging? Judging by their carefree tone and the atmosphere, it felt more like they were planning a vacation on a yacht.

Sighing, he decided not to distract them from their cheerful fantasies. Meanwhile, Yuriko took out the phone that Alex had assembled for her and sent him a list of necessary items—the ones that were being used up first and might soon become scarce.

Receiving the list, Alex nodded and looked at the girls. One by one, they started voicing their wishes—mostly about clothing, or more precisely, underwear. It turned out that after the ferry trip, many had "incidents" with their underwear.

"Alex, make sure to check what kind of underwear you're getting. I have only one last pair left," Shizuka reminded him seriously.

"I know, I know. It's not the first time I've bought underwear for girls," he replied, adding the item to the list.

"Do you know our sizes?" Rei asked skeptically.

"Of course. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't know my girls' sizes? As they say, I'm the most professional husband in history," Alex declared proudly.

"If you happen to find something sexy, take it too. Men like beautiful underwear," Yuriko added with a seductive smile.

"I'll see what I can find. But don't get your hopes up. At worst, I'll come up with something... Maybe even a clothing printer. I've always dreamed of one," he smirked.

Once all the requests were noted, Alex was about to leave, but unexpectedly, Valmet volunteered to go with him. He tried to convince her to stay and rest, but the girl was adamant.

Realizing that arguing was pointless, Alex decided that since she was coming with him, she would need more powerful weaponry.

"Becca, can I take your rifle?" he called out.

"Okay, take it!" came Rebecca's voice in reply.

Alex nodded and went to grab the weapon, mentally preparing for the upcoming mission.

He grunted, grabbed Rebecca's rifle, and handed it to Valmet. Then he opened the bag with the ammo and began searching for the right magazines. Meanwhile, Valmet began dressing, preparing for the outing.

While rummaging through the bag, Alex suddenly realized he had forgotten which bullets fit this rifle. However, after quickly inspecting the ammunition, he remembered the markings and the bullet tips. Considering the new, more heavily armored zombies in Okinawa, the most sensible choice was special armor-piercing rounds capable of penetrating even thick protective layers.

When Valmet finished dressing, she patted Alex on the shoulder to let him know she was ready. Alex silently handed her the magazines filled with armor-piercing rounds.

"What kind of ammo is this?" Valmet asked, carefully loading them into the holder.

"Special armor-piercing. You'll understand when you start shooting," Alex replied thoughtfully. "I'll need to remember to build a machine for producing ammo."

Valmet nodded. She had already seen what Alex's ammo was capable of, and she definitely wanted to use it. However, yesterday's skirmish with the horde of zombies had clearly shown that the enemy was becoming more dangerous. If they hadn't found the monsters' weak spots, the battle would have dragged on much longer.

Alex only took Yamato with him—he didn't need anything else for now. He was just planning to take a quick trip around the city to grab the essentials.

Stepping out of the bunker, he looked around. Life was already buzzing on the military base: people were moving from place to place, working on restoration and strengthening the fortifications.

"GIR!" Alex called out loudly.

A second later, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch came running around the corner, stopped in front of him, and saluted. Alex just shook his head.

"Move all the necessary supplies to the docks," he ordered.

The trio of small helpers nodded in unison and immediately dashed off to the warehouse where the supplies were stored. Valmet shook her head, watching this. She had lost count of how many times Alex had summoned his robo-dog so suddenly.

Alex took Valmet's hand, and together they headed toward the workers. First, he found a group of builders to check if they needed anything. It turned out that everything needed for fortification was already on the base, so no additional materials were required.

The group of electricians was still working on restoring power to key areas of the base, with the docks being a top priority.

"Try to get the power up in the docks as soon as possible," Alex asked. "I couldn't work properly yesterday because of the lack of light."

During the inspection, he crossed paths with a woman he had spoken to earlier over the radio. They exchanged a few words, after which Alex asked where her people had gone for supplies. It turned out that they had chosen not a trade base but another military base in Okinawa.

Alex pondered. Perhaps it was worth checking out other military sites.

"What do you think, should we search the other bases? Maybe we can find some useful supplies," he asked, turning to Valmet.

"It's hard to say..." Valmet shook her head. "We don't know what condition they're in or what's been happening there. They might be completely destroyed... or worse, there could be something else hiding there."

Alex nodded, deciding that before sending people to other military bases, he would first scan the area with satellites to understand what had happened at the other sites. Then, he and Valmet headed to the docks, where the ferry was moored.

Alex planned to take his motorcycle, "Fenrir," to ride around the city, assess the situation, and mark potential supply locations.

Upon arriving at the docks, he saw craftsmen from Ryōzanpaku quietly fishing, teaching the children the proper technique. The sight made Alex smile—these people were still caring for the children even in such times. However, his warm expression quickly turned into a nervous twitch when he noticed Kensei, who, taking advantage of the moment, tried to photograph Shigure's panties. Without wasting any time, the girl sent the old man straight into the water.

As soon as Kensei splashed into the sea, the entire pier erupted in loud laughter. Only the unfortunate pervert, grumbling, began to climb back onto the shore.

"Will he ever learn? Same thing every time," Alex shook his head.

"I told you, he needs to be castrated," Valmet muttered with disgust.

"Wait until we get to China. There, we'll find his wife, and she'll definitely put his brain back in place. Oh, I can't wait for that moment," Alex smirked, not hiding his impatience.

Valmet gave him a glance and sighed. She had grown accustomed to the strange satisfaction Alex felt from watching the consequences of others' actions. Still, she couldn't deny it—Kensei's moment with his wife promised to be amusing.

Meanwhile, people on the dock noticed Alex and Valmet and greeted them with nods. Alex waved in return, and then they made their way to the ferry.

Once inside, Alex mounted "Fenrir," and Valmet settled behind him. The motorcycle purred softly, but no sooner had they driven off the ferry than Miu, Renka, Kisara, and Shigure appeared before them as if out of nowhere.

"Where are you going?" Renka squinted suspiciously.

"Checking out the city's situation. We didn't have the chance yesterday, so today we'll just ride around," Alex answered, leaning against the motorcycle's dashboard.

Valmet noticed the way the girls were glancing at Alex and felt a stab of jealousy. Unable to hold back, she pinched him in the side. She had once been attached to Koko for helping her get out of depression and deal with the pain of losing her comrades. Now, her attachment had shifted to Alex, and the jealousy flared up just as strongly as before.

Alex felt Valmet tightening her grip on his skin and let out a heavy sigh. He gently took her hand, calming her.

"Can I come along?" Kisara asked, folding her arms behind her head. "There's nothing to do here, everyone's busy, and I'm bored."

"Nope. And you all probably wouldn't fit on my motorcycle anyway," Alex smirked, showing his teeth in a smile.

"I'll go," Shigure suddenly said, monotonously sitting in front of him.

For a moment, Alex was stunned. Renka, Miu, and Kisara were also caught off guard, not expecting such a quick response from her.

"I'll help. I'm capable," Shigure added in the same flat voice.

Alex wanted to talk her out of it, but no matter how hard he tried, she simply wouldn't listen.

"Alright," he sighed, giving in. "As for you girls, next time. Kensei and Hayato are staring at me again."

He pointed to the two old men, who were indeed watching him with genuine interest.

"You promised," Renka reminded him with a wide grin.

Alex smiled, waved goodbye to the three girls, and started the engine again. Now, his "date" with Valmet had unexpected passengers—Shigure and her pet, Tachimaru, who had already expertly jumped onto Alex's head.

As they approached the gates, Alex saw Lehm and the other fighters on duty at the walls. He honked, signaling for the gate to open.

"Where are you headed, kid?" Lehm lazily asked, noticing the group.

"We're planning to ride around the city, check the situation. Maybe we'll find something useful," Alex explained.

Lehm nodded and gave the order to open the gates. As Alex drove out, his gaze unconsciously lingered on the charred bodies of zombies. It seemed that his advice to not let the bodies rot and to burn them immediately had been taken seriously. He nodded in satisfaction, waved to the guards, and accelerated.

While riding, Alex carefully observed his surroundings, trying to get a better sense of the situation in the city. The area around the military base looked as though it had been bombed. It was surprising that the base itself was still standing.

Leaving it behind, they drove into the city. Stopping, Alex listened, but there was an eerie silence around them.

"Hmm... too quiet," he muttered, pulling out his phone.

"Maybe we wiped out the main zombie horde yesterday," Valmet suggested, leaning on his shoulder. "That's why there are no zombies left in this part of the city."

"Silence... And when it's quiet, it's rarely a good sign," Shigure remarked.

Alex pondered for a moment. There was truth in both of the girls' words. On one hand, there had indeed been a massive battle yesterday, and it made sense that the city would be deserted afterward. But on the other hand, in a world where a zombie apocalypse was a reality, silence rarely meant anything good.

Shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, Alex plugged his phone into the motorcycle's dashboard and began browsing the map. Valmet leaned over his shoulder, also watching the screen. Shigure silently observed, clearly trusting their choice.

"Let's start with the shopping mall," Alex said, selecting the destination.

His companions exchanged glances, pleased with the decision. The girls had been asking for new lingerie for a while, and Alex saw no reason to refuse them. After all, in a zombie apocalypse, it was unlikely anyone would rush to loot the lingerie department—food certainly wouldn't be found there.

He couldn't help but think that he was spoiling his girls too much. But on the other hand, wasn't it a man's duty to take care of his women?

Alex smirked and revved the engine.

To be continued...

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