Hellspawn Housewives

He wished for an early retirement. He got a curse to break, and a maid who watches him sleep. With his seer powers fading, Gerald left the guild and bought a cottage in a far-off town. He didn’t expect to find a demon in a maid’s dress, bound to the house and eager to please. Now his days are spent fending off her dreadful cooking, keeping the wine out of reach, and admiring how her tail lifts her skirt at the washbasin. Meanwhile, he wonders why the local lord sold him a home with sultry baggage, and how to set her free from the walls that bind her.

Once a demon killer, now he brings them home. Gerald just wanted a quiet retirement—steady coin from the occasional monster hunt, a warm tavern at night, and maybe someone else to handle the chores. Instead, his old job keeps biting him in the backside. Sometimes literally. His red-skinned maniac of a maid can't clean to save her life. At least a foul-mouthed imp cook makes up for it with her incredible cooking. But that's the easy part. This peaceful little village is crawling with secrets—shady innkeepers, bad contracts, and far too many demons slipping through the cracks.