A black dress in a tone utterly opposite to Xuefei’s, yet adorned with similar lace patterns that carried their own unique flair. Standing side by side, the two resembled black and white lilies blooming amid a sea of flowers—not merely inviting admiration for their graceful figures swaying in the breeze, but stirring an even deeper urge to offer them heartfelt blessings right then and there.
They shared the same silver tresses and crimson eyes, but their contrasting temperaments complemented each other perfectly, casting even the dazzling array of treasures in the wedding hall into shadow and rendering the heavens and the Divine Realm alike absurd by comparison.
Yet they were no Gods. They were evil, standing in direct opposition to the divine.
Leia appeared behind Xuefei, who hadn’t even noticed her arrival. Completely absorbed in Andrea’s words, Xuefei fell victim to yet another sneak attack!
“Leia, good afternoon, wuu~”
“Hehe.”
This wasn’t some maid game. It was just their perfectly ordinary daily routine.
Leia reached out and took hold of Xuefei’s fidgety little hand, resting her chin on Xuefei’s fragrant shoulder. Whether it was the intoxicating scent wafting from Xuefei’s body or sheer excitement, Leia’s breathing grew rapid, and soon her full weight leaned into Xuefei’s petite frame.
Petite, that is, in relative terms.
Their bodies were much alike, save for Leia’s sturdier wings and more powerful tail. Standing together, they looked less like lovers and more like twin sisters—differences in their facial features were minor at best, and certainly not the root of their vastly different auras.
Leia decided to start with Xuefei’s lower half.
“Leia, stop playing with my tail! It’s so itchy!”
“Hehe…”
With a mischievous grin, Leia coiled her tail tightly around Xuefei’s, twisting them together into a little spiral. Their sensitive spots brushed and collided, sending tremors through Xuefei’s body. But mindful of Xuefei’s pride, Leia held back from going too far, lest Little Xuefei fly into a rage and thump her chest.
The thought made Xuefei pause in surprise.
Their bodies were so similar, so why did this group drop to their knees the moment Leia showed up?
That wasn’t right. As the embodiment of Dark Filth, she had long surpassed that pitiful Evil Dragon from the First Playthrough. Why couldn’t she be even more dashing? Hmph… or at least more charming!
“Leia, why are you here? Weren’t you just greeting the other Demon Kings?”
Ones like Andrea, who could rightly be called a Demon King.
Leia didn’t answer at first.
Lost in excitement, she rubbed against Xuefei’s skin. The scales atop it barely dulled the sensation, leaving Xuefei’s cheeks flushing in wave after wave, battering at her fragile heart like the tide.
She seemed oblivious to the people half-kneeling around them, awaiting orders—even with the chandelier overhead radiating its brilliant seven-colored glow. In her eyes, there was only Xuefei.
Only Xuefei was in color.
“Who could possibly be more important than Xuefei? The moment I heard someone might attack you, I rushed right over~”
“Don’t make weird jokes like that, wuu! And stop rubbing my belly in front of everyone! It’s not time to lay eggs yet—nothing happens that fast!”
“Hehe, I’m just excited to see if it’ll be a daughter.”
Leia was spouting nonsense again.
Everyone knew girls could only have daughters together. Leia really was a dummy, wasn’t she?
Such a dummy ought to just hand over the Dragon King throne and let her shine for a bit.
Xuefei suddenly regretted not making better use of her hard-won Dragon King privileges during the Maid Competition… Instead, she’d sacrificed her body multiple times just to secure victories.
“And Xuefei, you just need to be cute. Why go and get so handsome? Trying to show off in front of our daughter?”
“A… little, maybe.”
“It’s fine. Daughters always adore their mothers—especially when it’s you, Xuefei. No one could ever hate you.”
Leia’s gaze softened. She finally lifted her hand from Xuefei’s perfectly soft little belly and noticed the kneeling crowd beside them. With a casual wave, she said lightly,
“Rise, everyone. No need for formalities today. It’s a day of celebration—let’s make it lively!”
Her words commanded instant obedience. They stood as one, their Demon King airs and sovereign dignities reduced to nothing more than adorable kittens in Leia’s presence.
“Yes, Dragon King.”
“Congratulations to the Dragon King on your noble daughter. Let all the realms rejoice…”
Oh, right.
Today was their wedding day. Andrea had gotten her sidetracked—she’d almost forgotten.
The grand doors were hung with shimmering patterns outlined in gold thread worth a fortune, transforming the hall into a gilded palace. Cradled in Leia’s arms, one could clearly see the Evil Dragon Palace towering into the clouds beyond the windows. In no time at all, the place was bustling with guests from every corner of the Demon Race. They turned a blind eye to the Beastmen’s deaths and swiftly immersed themselves in the venue’s lively atmosphere.
“Xuefei, shall we have a drink?”
“Sure.”
As the sun dipped below the western horizon, the wedding hour arrived. The orange glow in Leia’s eyes burned brighter than the sky itself. She took Xuefei’s hand. Her black dress, empowered by special magic, transformed into a lavish gown with a train like a peacock’s tail. Her legs were utterly bare, adorned only by a lace garter that accentuated thighs already perfect beyond compare, their allure peeking teasingly from beneath the rippling hem. The low-cut backless design was enough to make mouths water, while the black silk long gloves added the finishing touch—radiating ethereal lightness. Amid this heart-stirring, fairy-like grace, threads of darkness symbolizing corruption were woven in, captivating not only Leia herself but Xuefei, who watched in admiration.
Xuefei wore an identical design.
This wedding had no groom. Both brides’ gowns were exquisitely beautiful, as if each was the other’s flower, each the other’s devoted guardian.
Leia poured the nectar-like wine, watching it swirl lazily in Xuefei’s pupils.
Silver-white thigh-high stockings stepped forth languidly, their sheen complementing romantic dance steps that highlighted slender legs full of graceful curves. Her lithe waist swayed gently, evoking sighs that this silver lily was destined to bloom in darkness, not in the false embrace of some hypocritical gentleman.
Steps aligned, cherry lips drew near in a fleeting kiss like a dragonfly skimming water… Leia raised her tall-stemmed glass, its fragrant bouquet filling their mouths like a rose—passed straight into Xuefei’s warm, fragrant depths.
“Do you like it?”
“Hate it, you silly Leia…”
Another one of those feeding tricks…
She really doesn’t take me seriously, does she?
The romantic dance held everyone spellbound. She was grateful for the spotlights, where countless other dances swirled on. Before the ceremony officially began, she plopped sulkily into a corner seat at the banquet table, cheeks flushed crimson, and drained her glass of blood-red wine in one gulp.
At the same time, she clutched the gem known as the Endless Treasure, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips.
