It Seems the Demon King Has Returned to a World Where Gender Roles Are Reversed - Chapter 19

Chapter 19 : 

(Calm down. Think clearly.)

Forcing his mind to settle, Ragna decides to assess his situation.

First, his limbs.

He can definitely feel them.

His fingertips twitch slightly.

But the problem is, no matter how much he struggles or strains, he can’t move. It’s as if his entire body is rigidly fixed in place.

And there’s another issue.

One he discovered while checking his condition, possibly the most serious one.

He can’t see anything.

At first, he thought it was just the darkness of his surroundings, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

No matter how much he blinks, he can’t make out even a silhouette—nothing.

On top of that, there’s a strange pressure around his eyes.

Something’s definitely wrong.

*Damn it, what’s going on?*

Pushing back the creeping dread, he searches for a solution.

But no matter how hard he tries, no clear answer comes to mind.

He can’t just lie here forever in this state.

As he racks his brain for a way to move, a voice breaks through.

“Hey, you’re awake, Ragna?”

“…! Seria? Is that you?!”

Recognizing the familiar voice, Ragna urgently calls out her name.

“Seria! Something’s wrong with my body! I can’t see, and I can’t move! Hurry, get someone!”

A doctor or a mage.

They’d be able to check his condition.

If something’s wrong, they could heal him with magic.

Sure, there’s a risk they might discover the magical array etched into his body, but now’s not the time to worry about that.

Better to risk exposure than stay bedridden indefinitely.

With that thought, Ragna shouts to Seria.

Then—

“Oh, you can’t see? Hmm… now that I think about it, maybe I didn’t need to wrap your head so tightly.”

“…?”

“Just wait a sec, Ragna. …Here!”

“…!”

Seria’s hands rustle near his head.

A faint sliver of light begins to filter through a narrow gap.

“How’s that, Ragna? Can you see now?”

“…Well, I can see, but…”

How does he even explain this situation?

Peering through the limited field of vision, Ragna takes stock of himself.

And he falls silent at the pathetic sight.

His body, visible before him, is completely white.

Arms, legs, torso—all white.

Swollen and puffed up like a silkworm cocoon.

Something is wrapped around him. And that something is…

“…Bandages?”

“Yup!”

Seria nods as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ragna stares at her, dumbfounded.

“Uh, Seria?”

“Yeah?”

“Was I *that* badly hurt?”

If he’s immobilized and wrapped up like this, it must be serious.

But—

“No, not really?”

“Huh?”

Seria’s response makes Ragna blink.

“Wait, Seria.”

“What’s up, Ragna?”

“Then why am I wrapped up like this?”

At his question, Seria replies,

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?”

She speaks with such bold confidence, as if he’s asked something ridiculous.

“When someone’s injured, you wrap them in bandages to keep them still. That’s the safest way to protect a patient. It’s what they taught us at the academy!”

She puffs out her chest proudly.

“….”

Ragna stares at her, stunned.

She’s not wrong.

On the battlefield, injured soldiers often thrash in fear, worsening their wounds.

To prevent that, they’re restrained to limit movement.

Ragna, having learned similar principles at the Magic Tower, knows this.

But still—

*…Isn’t wrapping me up *this* much a bit excessive?*

Looking at his mummy-like state, Ragna sighs.

“Uh, Seria?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for helping with the treatment, but I can’t move at all like this.”

“…Hmm, that’s true… But you fell and were rolling on the ground, so I wasn’t sure what might happen…”

“No, no. Even so, this is overkill. I don’t think my body’s broken or anything, so I don’t need to be wrapped up *this* much…”

Trying to stay logical, Ragna explains the situation calmly, gauging Seria’s reaction.

She pauses, thinking it over.

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

“….”

“Okay, Ragna. Hold on.”

Seria begins unwrapping the bandages with a rustling sound.

Relieved, Ragna lets out a soft sigh.

“…Alright, Ragna. Can you move now?”

“Thanks… But, Seria?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you only unwrap the lower half?”

Ragna gestures with his chin toward his lower body.

Oddly, Seria had removed all the bandages from his lower half but left those around his shoulders and arms.

As a result, his arms are still bound.

At his question—

“…Hehe.”

Seria’s cheeks flush as she lets out a coy giggle.

“…Oh.”

A bad feeling creeps into Ragna’s mind. *No way…*

“Hey, Ragna?”

“….”

“Remember what we talked about that night? That the next time we met, we’d go ‘all the way’?”

“…You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. Exactly that~♡”

With that, Seria slides her slender fingers under his shirt with a sly motion.

“Ugh!”

Ragna shudders at the sensation of her fingers brushing his abdomen, shouting in panic.

“Wait, Seria!”

“Yeah?”

“Calm down! This is, like… this is the infirmary or something, right? If we do this here, someone might see!”

He tries to reason with her, thinking it’s a logical argument.

But Seria just giggles.

“No need to worry about that, Ragna.”

“…?”

“Because… this is my room.”

“Your room?”

At her words, Ragna glances around.

Now that she mentions it, the room is too small to be an infirmary, and there’s only the bed he’s lying on.

“So, it’s fine. Whatever we do here, no one will know.”

“….”

Giggling, Seria licks her fingers, her cheeks flushed.

A single word flashes through Ragna’s mind.

*Trapped.*

“…Ngh!”

A soft sensation brushes his abdomen, and Ragna lets out an involuntary groan.

Looking down, he sees Seria, who had rolled up his shirt, licking his stomach with her tongue.

Her fingers creep upward toward his chest.

“Wait, Seria! Just calm down! Let’s think this through—”

“It’s fine, Ragna. I’m very calm right now♡”

It’s no use.

No matter how much he tries to reason with her, Seria’s eyes are sparkling with an intensity that’s hard to meet.

There’s no stopping her in this state.

“Ugh, damn it!”

Even so, he can’t just let this happen.

Desperately, Ragna thrashes his arms to shake her off.

But whatever strength she used to tie him, the bandages around his shoulders won’t budge.

“Mmm… Ragna…”

Meanwhile, her touches grow bolder.

The warm sensation of her saliva trails across his abdomen as she licks.

Her fingers slide up his stomach, circling near his chest before turning downward again.

Past his ribcage, brushing his waist, then his pelvis.

And her hand moves lower still—

“Wait, Seria! Stop! Stop! Stop!”

“No way. I can’t hold back anymore♡”

With that, Seria begins unbuttoning her clothes. Flinging off her shirt, complicated buttons and all, she climbs onto Ragna, her cheeks flushed.

Her body sways lightly, her chest jiggling.

“…Hehe.”

Noticing Ragna’s gaze on her chest, she smiles, a mix of shyness and satisfaction.

Her green eyes glimmer in the dim room, catching the flickering light of a lantern.

Looking at her, Ragna thinks to himself.

She’s like a predator eyeing its prey.

And true to that image, she seems determined not to let her catch slip away.

“Ragna~♡”

Calling his name, she pounces with ferocious intensity.

In that moment, Ragna flinches, genuinely terrified, and thinks to himself.

(The men of this world say women are scary.)

(Now I understand why.)

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