What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

The scene before them was so impactful that, although there was no actual harm, all three of them simultaneously received the "nausea" debuff.

Although Omia is perverted in some ways, she is actually a very pure girl. Faced with this group of muscular, bull-like perverts whose clothes only cover their penises, she simply cannot look directly at them and can only cover her eyes and turn her gaze away.

Kiarlan was different; the shadows of disgust on her face were almost tangible, and she was grinding her back teeth to powder.

If you had to sum up what she was thinking right now in one sentence, it would be "disgusting." In two sentences, it would be "disgusting beyond disgust." In three sentences, it would be "disgusting to the extreme, disgusting to the core!"

This group of gay men is disgusting when they laugh, disgusting when they move, and even more disgusting when they don't laugh or move! They're just too much to bear!

House was the one who had the hardest time. Facing these four musclemen, he felt more terrified than facing a billion serial killers!

That tangible fear...of whether his chrysanthemum could live out its remaining years almost consumed House.

But the four people didn't seem to understand why the three were so afraid.

The one among them, wearing a black headscarf, who was also the muscular man who had just welcomed the three of them, stepped forward and introduced himself again:

"The three of you don't seem very happy. Have we failed to entertain you in any way?"

As he spoke, the guy tugged at the iron ring on his chest.

"Whoa!" House quickly closed his eyes and asked, "Um...we just saw a hotel here and thought we could stay the night! We didn't mean any harm!"

The man in the black headscarf gave a kind, wry smile, tilting his head slightly. "Of course you're welcome. Now that you're in the inn, you're our guests. There's no need for the three of you to be so formal."

He looked at the three people who dared not take a step forward and kindly reminded them.

Omia, blushing, shouted, "Don't you all know why you're so reserved?! Why aren't you wearing clothes?!"

The four men asked in confusion, "Aren't we wearing underwear?"

"So why would you wear only your underwear in public?!"

"Hmm~?"

Faced with Omia's second round of rants, the four of them scratched their heads in confusion.

Then, as if by telepathy, they put their arms around each other's shoulders, their four eyes meeting, their gazes filled with passion and intimacy.

Then something happened that made the three of them want to gouge their eyes out: these bastards actually started eating it right in front of them!

The scene was so impactful that it was even more shocking than watching someone die right in front of your eyes!

In an instant, a torrent of water surged forth, and four mad snakes intertwined and lashed out, as if they wanted to bite each other to death!

The sound effect of Kakyoin licking a cherry rang out, and the sound was so strong and powerful that it almost tore House's scalp apart!

"puff--!!!"

House collapsed, exhausted, and fell off his wheelchair with a thud. He clutched his throat and hoarsely pleaded with Chiarand:

"Give me...give me a knife...I want to gouge out my own eyes..."

Kiaran couldn't stand it either; she forced herself to endure the nausea and interrupted the group:

"Stop fucking kissing! Are you crazy? Why are you kissing me out of nowhere?!"

"Hmm?" The man in the black turban glanced back, extricating himself from the swirling vortex of four tongues. He wiped his mouth and smiled at the three of them, "Am I not here to clear up your doubts? As you can see, our oppressive hotel was built specifically to resolve the oppression of travelers from all over the world."

House climbed back into his wheelchair, and the group finally shut up, allowing his sanity to slowly recover.

He raised his middle finger and asked almost desperately, "No... but what does this have to do with you guys suddenly starting to kiss?! I can understand being gay, but there are four of you! Four! Four!"

The man in the black headscarf raised an eyebrow and proudly puffed out his chest: "Four is nothing. I've tried thirteen at a time."

"Who the hell asked you that! What's so great about that?!"

"That's not quite right!" The man in the black headscarf did a bicep curl, his ostrich-egg-like biceps bulging out. "Everyone has a different definition of pride. The four of us, as the current managers of the Repressed Tavern, aren't just any ordinary people~"

As he spoke, he turned back and winked at the other three, saying, "We're truly in love~"

House was trembling with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He was desperately trying to find a reason not to kill these people.

However, Kiaran had recovered somewhat. Panting, she leaned on her back and asked:

"Okay, okay, okay... House, stop asking, I'm not curious. You just said this is a hotel, right? We... we want a room! Give us a room!"

The man in the black headscarf nodded with a grin: "Alright, so how many rooms would you three like?"

House's temple veins throbbed violently: "Are you fucking serious? Of course it's two rooms!"

At this moment, another blond, muscular guy jumped out and said:

"Oh dear, what a coincidence! We happen to have two double rooms left at our oppressive hotel today."

"Then drive!" "Then drive!"

Kieranhaus and the other man spoke in unison.

But the man in the black headscarf suddenly explained, "Well... according to our customs, I need to ask first, sir, what is your name?"

House frowned and replied rather irritably, "House."

"And the names of these two ladies..."

Omia barely opened her eyes a crack and gently raised half an arm: "I am Omia..."

"Tsk... Kiaran."

"Okay, okay," the man in the black headscarf chuckled, "So, are the three of you in a relationship? If so, we can actually get you a large bed—"

House interrupted him sharply before the words were even out of his mouth: "We're not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship! And what do you mean by 'the three of us'?! I don't even read doujinshi with more than two people, and I don't do anything like that!"

"Oh? Mr. House, are you a Nightingale?"

House looked utterly bewildered upon hearing this: "What the hell is that?"

"Huh?" The man in the black headscarf pouted. "Since he's not a Nightingale, he can naturally have multiple wives, right?"

House seemed to have heard a piece of information that was of paramount importance to him at that moment—this world doesn't have a mandatory system of monogamy?!

"What—? Is this...is this real?"

He turned around abruptly to look at the two people beside him, only to see that both Kiaran and Omia nodded with blushing faces.

House was instantly overjoyed...!

Although he didn't know why, he felt inexplicably relaxed and comfortable after hearing the news!

"See?" The man in the black headscarf scratched his chin and continued, "So, the three of you, how about we book a double room? It might be a bit pricey, but our facilities are top-notch, and it's definitely worth the money..."

"No! Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you that the three of us are not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship!"

The man in the black turban was taken aback by the shout, but instead of retaliating, he gave a more meaningful look:

"Ah... I see? They're not boyfriend and girlfriend..."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and held up one index finger:

"So the three of you are just friends with benefits? That's fine too—"

House slammed his wheelchair into the man in the black headscarf, his eyes bulging like those of a cursed frog:

"Fuck you! Just two rooms!!!"

The man in the black headscarf broke out in a cold sweat, wondering what was wrong with this old disabled man... he couldn't do this or that.

But adhering to the principle that the customer is always right, he still chuckled and said:

"Ah... okay, so who's sharing a room?"

House was about to explode from all these ridiculous questions: "I really... I'm laughing so hard! Of course, those two women live together!"

"I'm afraid... that won't work," the man in the black headscarf said with a wry smile.

"Huh? Why?!"

"Our [Oppressive Hotel] has a rule: if you want to book a double room, it must be a man and a woman."

House raised his voice dramatically: "And why is that?!"

"Hehe, because it helps increase the birth rate in Greyland."