(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

Although Eric's body could rest, his mind couldn't. He was tortured the whole night witnessing the Demon Lord's naughty hands and cheesy mouth. The next morning when Eric woke up, his whole body froze and he refused to move.

No, no, no. All of this was just a dream. Yes, it was just a dream. Yet the chandelier that stared back at Eric and the large bed he laid in crushed his hopes devastatingly.

At least the Demon Lord left when the morning came and Eric didn't have to face him. Fuck all of this, this whole situation was just completely insane and unrealistic!

Where the hell was he? What the hell happened to him? But Eric was an editor and he should be looking at this unrealistic plot rationally. So, the most logical thing Eric could do was to not roll around the Demon Lord's bed like a lover but to...

ESCAPE!

Run the hell out of here! In usual novels, the damn MC throws himself into danger when the most logical solution was to run away and never look back!

Eric didn't even know how many novels he had ripped to pieces, how many authors' will to live he destroyed, because the MC was a stupid brick, not rational at all, following the motto of 'Oh, if there's danger, my head and dick are automatically drawn to it, well too bad you noob readers'.

Yes, it was this shit that made readers and Eric rage quit. So, Eric one upped those stupid MCs and noped out of this situation. Quickly, jumping off the bed, Eric made his way out of the door. He had to first figure out the situation and the place he was in.

And then depending on the results, he would form an escape plan. It wouldn't be too hard to leave this place here, wouldn't it? But, oh boi, was Eric wrong. Way too wrong. Way off the chart of wrong and right there was in the universe.

Eric like the slippery eel he was, slipped out of the room. He took the blanket with him to disguise himself. Eric hated those stupid stories where the MC came up with a stupid plan and braindead disguise but it seemed like all of these MCs incarnated into Eric who wanted to deny their existence from coming true.

Since the bedroom Eric was in had no window, Eric didn't know how the outside world looked like, so he just blindly charged through the hallway. It was a long hallway lit up by large chandeliers. A burgundy carpet graced the floor which felt great underneath Eric's naked feet.

Yeah, alright he was barefoot. Eric was right at the very end of the hallway. In the middle, it led to another. From the dead-end, Eric was, into another dead end there were 7 doors apart from the one he exited.

In a situation like this Eric should escape but since he was in such a strange and ominous place, Eric couldn't help but want to explore it. Yeah, alright, ok he maybe also acted like a stupid MC. He opened one door and his excited expression dulled. Ok, it was another bedroom.

He opened the third door, Eric's face blanked. Another bedroom. The fourth door, Eric's was stone hard. Another bedroom. The fifth- another! Sixth! Another! Seventh! Another fucking bedroom!

Eric puffed and panted as he opened the last door. And behold!

Eric's face died and turned into a grave to put all of his dreams and hopes to peace. Again, a bedroom.

Of course, what did he expect? In the first place, why were there 8 bedrooms in one place? Did this make sense? No!

On top of that, they were all identical bedrooms like the one Eric stayed in. What the hell? Eric rubbed his temple.

He had to be calm. Ok, the architect was a fucking troll. Did apart from the Demon Lord someone else sleep here?

Wait, he mentioned the guy who cursed Eric, presumably his son, didn't he?

Eric had a bad foreboding. No way. The Demon Lord couldn't have 7 sons right? Ahahahaha. 7 evil offsprings hahaha

The Demon Lord didn't even look any older than Eric and he already impregnated the hell out of women to bear his evil seed.

No, Eric was trailing off. He was an editor and not a fucking author or reader with a shit ton of imagination. He had to be the logical editor ruthlessly cutting down any crap bs and plotholes. Eric took a big breath.

He left this hallway with the bedrooms via the other hallway in the middle. This hallway had no doors, it only led to a large open space with more chandeliers, more burgundy and only three doors in this huge place.

Even though Eric was rich he didn't waste his money on a fucking designer who created this pathetic layout of a place. Eric was pretty sure he was in a palace, judging from the sheer size a damn room and hallway had.

Eric closely inspected the doors. To his right were two doors that were far apart from each other. The open space was at least 40x40 metres. At the very end of the left side was an open door. It must be the stairs, so Eric concluded he was on the second floor or a higher one.

To his right, was the insane 40m wall with only one singly lonely door desperately begging for Eric to come closer and be swallowed by the ominous heat the place behind the door emitted.

Yet for some reason, the weird smell that appeared and pulled on his senses was oddly familiar.

Yeah, this smell was- Eric was drawn to the door until he anticipatingly stood in front of it. Eric knew he had to escape, take the stairs and leave but just what in the world was behind the door that attracted him so much?

Eric's hand landed on the doorknob and nervously fumbled until he opened the door. An intense gust of fresh yet chloric smell of wind whipped him in the face.

Eric had to briefly close his eyes because the force was strong enough to almost throw him off the feet. Good thing, Eric had his blanket to defend himself. Yet when Eric opened the door-

The Demon Lord's castle was a damn resort! Did this even make sense? Shouldn't law and physics or whatever be applied here? Goddamn it! Play by the rules! By the script! By the holy guidelines, you damn devil!

No, no, no, Eric just didn't see an onsen like swimming pool in the middle of 100 other onsens in this demand 40 m space!

No, no, no Eric just didn't see the extremely handsome and ripped Demon Lord coming out of one of these damned onsens.

NO NO NO

Eric just didn't see that long, big and thick thing that hung between two golden tighs!

No, he didn't.

Nopedy nope nope!