Editing Shinmai Maou no Keiyakusha:Volume 12 Chapter 2 (section)

==Part 1== 

—One late night.
Celis Reinnhardt woke up from sleeping in an awkward position on the bed.
She felt a hot sensation making it difficult to sleep.
“Mm…”
Being unable to do anything about it, she got up and checked the digital clock on the bedside table showing that it was midnight.
Although it’s springtime, Even if you’re waking up early, there’s still a while to go until sunrise.
She should try and go back to sleep.
In order for that to happen though; she needed to figure out what’s making it so difficult for her to sleep.
Celis then checked the temperature and humidity displayed on the digital clock alongside the time.
“…The temperature doesn’t seem like it’s uncomfortable”
Using the air conditioner wouldn’t be necessary.
Most likely, it’s a problem between the linen bed sheets and her own body temperature.
…Well, this kind of thing happens.
First and foremost, Celis Reinhardt isn’t used to living here yet.
From the bed she uses to sleep—to this room she’s sleeping in as well.
Thus, Celis took off her pajama pants and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her pajama top.
With that, the fever she’s been feeling subsided as the air of the room flowed through her pajamas.
At this rate, if she were to lie down; she should be able to sleep. Instead Celis’ feet touched the floor.
It’s because she’s thirsty.
So she left the room and went down the stairs—she opened the living room door and stepped into the kitchen. She then filled a cup from the cabinet with water from the regrigerator’s dispenser.
As the cold water flowed out of the cup and wet the back of her throat; she received a pleasant chill down her spine. After finishing her cup, she let out a small sigh.
Now, if she goes back to sleep, she should be able to sleep peacefully till morning.
Just as she was about to wash the cup in the sink,
The door to the living room opened, and a person entered.
The silhouette that appeared in the dark, is someone Celis knew well,
“Basara—“
Surprised with the coincidental nighttime rendezvous, Celis said his name aloud.
“Celis… What’s wrong, can’t sleep?”
Her childhood friend, the master of this house Toujou Basara, instantly noticed her in the kitchen.
“Basara, you too, why….?”
She gasped as she finished her question.
—It’s because Basara was wearing only a pair of boxers.
Basara’s honed body has the virile sex appeal of a man.
Topping it off, there was soft steam coming from Basara’s body.
It’s obvious what he’s been up to until now.
“No, there’s no more drinks downstairs so… I came here to get some”
Basara was right in front of Celis’ eyes as he said that.
Without thinking, her face flushed red, and Basara quickly realized the reason.
“…Oh, sorry, I’m not dressed”
“N,no… You didn’t do anything wrong Basara. This is your house after all.”
As Basara felt bad, Celis kept quickly shaking her head.
—Celis is a freeloader here at the Toujou household.
To make matters worse, she’s using Basara’s old room.
Since Basara’s the master of the house, she can’t fault him for how he spends his private time.
A bit of steam was coming from Basara’s body—It wasn’t because he just came out of the shower. There’s a much lewder reason behind it.
The relationship between Basara and the other girls began before Celis started living in the house. Furthermore, it’s necessary for their livelihood.
Celis understood exactly what Basara and the girls do in the giant basement bedroom created by Zest’s power.
But, she can’t take them to task for that though.
At the very least, Celis was unable to do anything against Shiba Kyoichi—But against him, Basara and the others managed to triumph and in that, they saved the world from destruction.
…Amazing…
Just from being face to face with Basara like this, she was able to grasp just how great a power Basara had attained.
It wasn’t only Basara. The girls who decided to spend the rest of their lives with him had also attained power at a level far beyond Celis’ own.
On one hand she’s impressed, on the other—being face to face with Basara like this, with his body emanating the sweet scent of women as it’s his cologne, made her heart race unstoppably.
“…”
Celis subconsciously gulped.
—On the first night she moved into the house.
Celis received the baptism Mio had warned about back during their bath in the hotspring of the hero village.
The succubus Maria had said that it’s so they “could understand each other”, and as such she received the baptism from her.
It was something Kurumi received as well, however Maria’s power had increased significantly since then. As such, Celis fell into a state of arousal to the same extent of as a master-servant contract—with that, Basara had helped relieve her.
She was given a taste of the kind of sensations that Mio and the other girls feel. It was an intensity enough to shake her core values and take her consciousness.
It’s an extra dimensional pleasure she couldn’t forget in her lifetime—and then, as it was engraved upon her, Celis reached high extremes again and again in front of Basara and the girls.
Needless to say, it’s not like they crossed the last line, but even then, she feels embarrassed every time she remembers it.
That’s because,
…At that time, it wasn’t just me…
In order to make sure Celis didn’t have to experience that embarrassment alone, and in an effort to increase her immunity and resistance, by Maria’s suggestion, Basara, Mio and the other girls did more embarrassing things.
He completely ravaged Mio and the others.
Mio and the other girls went well beyond the line Basara couldn’t cross with Celis. They smiled seductively as Basara thoroughly pleasured them.
It was as if they were real sex slaves.
Celis kept wondering if that time wasn’t just a dream.
Having Basara relieve her from Maria’s “baptism”, and the happiness of Mio and the other girls felt with Basara—it wasn’t that.
Maybe it was because of her first orgasm, or prehaps the sweet sensation she felt when she saw Mio and the other girls having sex with Basara—she felt jealous.
Even though they give into their instinctual desires towards each other…Through their lewd actions and emotions they forged their bonds. Basara and the girls had a strength Celis couldn’t have no matter how much she strongly desired it.
Therefore, for her sanity—she didn’t need to think about that.
That much aside, when she regained consciousness, she felt deep shame, that feeling of longing then, it felt like a dream born from the melting of her consciousness from all the sensuality.
…However…
What made Celis’ convictions shake, was how Basara and the other girls kept desiring each other.
Converging on one point with Shiba, the peace they achieved—with it came the strength they grasped in their hands and their lewd relationship.
The intense sensuality was something that came with their everyday life as a byproduct of the battles where they risked their lives.
—As such, Celis had acknowledged their lewd relationship and actions.
Despite that, it doesn’t mean that she’s completely okay with it. In her current state, seeing Basara as he just finished having sex with Mio and the other girls, filled her with great embarassment.
“…Well, please don’t let it bother you. This is your house Basara, so it’s best you do what you like. Besides, even I’m looking like this—“
Celis was flustered and froze up as she said that. The three buttons of her pajama top were unbuttoned, exposing the cleavage of her large breasts. Instead of wearing bottoms she only had on panties.
Furthermore, it’s just as she said. This is Basara’s house so he should do as he likes.
—Even though she was aware of what Basara, Mio, and the other girls were doing downstairs.
Still it was as if she was giving him an open invitation—There’s nothing she could do considering how she sounds and the way she looks.
“Celis“
It appeared as if Basara had taken that meaning from her words.
It’s understandable. Surely all of Basara’s arousal from being with Mio and the others in the basement isn’t gone yet. In Basara’s mind, Celis said words allowing him to do as he pleases with her.
“P-please wait, Basara—mm?”
It was too late for her frantic attempts to stop him.
Basara’s burly arms grabbed her by the waist.
By the time he was holding her close—he had already forcibly taken her lips.