“Ah…?”
Avira nearly fainted.
She had truly underestimated this damn Demon King’s lovestruck brain. It was filled with nothing but filthy thoughts—had she even started thinking about children already? Come on, I’m just an obscure human. Forget whether we could even have kids together; could we really make this work?!
Avira could no longer hold back. She almost smacked the Demon King on the head, but that would be overstepping her bounds.
Yet she suddenly realized the problem… She couldn’t refuse at all!
As a lowly maid, if the Demon King wanted her to bear a child, would she bear it or not?
Normally, defying such an order would be the ultimate treason.
Any ordinary maid wouldn’t just refuse—she’d be desperate to bear the king’s offspring, achieving fame and fortune in one go.
If bearing a child could really secure half a lifetime of happiness, Avira would have popped out countless kids by now.
But the problem was, Avira knew this was just the Demon King’s way of venting her desires, and it wouldn’t change her tragic end.
What she needed to do now was stop the Demon King from making her get pregnant, but directly refusing would be blatant overreach.
“Demon King, my body hasn’t been feeling well lately… Bearing a child might be very dangerous,” Avira said weakly.
Not to mention, you’re a demon, and I’m human.
Demons had ways to impregnate same-sex partners, but they couldn’t use them on humans.
In other words, to have a child with a human, the human had to be turned into a demon first.
Avira had no desire to become a demon and have her memories wiped clean.
And if she went along with the Demon King this time and her scumbag behavior was exposed…
She couldn’t even imagine the punishment.
“As expected, it won’t work, huh…” Disappointment was plain on the Demon King’s face, like she’d been turned down by her girlfriend with some excuse and had no choice but to accept it.
The Demon King was heartbroken.
Avira’s heart tightened.
“Demon King, I’m nothing but a human traitor. You gave me this collar, which means you want me as your servant, right? I’m such a filthy human, but if you really want me to bear your child, then I…”
“Huh?” Hope flickered in Ophitia’s eyes. “Vera, what do you mean?”
Avira’s face flushed so red she could barely speak.
Idiot, what else could it mean?!
This was obviously agreement! If she refused now, wouldn’t the Demon King feel like she’d lost a golden opportunity?!
Avira nearly died of frustration. She held back her anger to keep it from spilling out her mouth, puffing up her cheeks instead.
But she deflated quickly.
There was a reason the Demon King was such an idiot.
Though the exact details weren’t clear, Avira knew the Demon King had never been loved growing up—aside from her one and only sister. Ophitia had clawed her way up from a sea of blood, becoming one of the top Demon Kings.
Her only sister had left her just a few years ago.
So, the Demon King was a pitiful soul who couldn’t refuse affection.
As long as she felt even a hint of love, she’d mistake it for true romance and cling to it with desperate hope.
So…
If she wanted to hollow out the Demon King’s power, she had to exploit this emotional weakness!
“Demon King, I agree, but you have to turn me into a demon first. It definitely won’t work right now~”
Though she said that, Avira’s body had already begun transforming into a demon.
Now, if even that part adapted to the Demon King…
But such a low-probability event would never happen, haha~
The Demon King caught on late. She leaned in and embraced Avira.
Her movements were careful, as if afraid her dragon horns might hurt Avira.
“Vera~ I like you~”
The Demon King scooped up her back and pulled her close.
The last time she’d been this close to the Demon King’s face was that morning.
The difference was, this time the Demon King was fully sober—and thrilled.
“Let’s start from here, Vera. My Vera, you look so happy too~”
“I… of course…”
Avira pursed her lips. She gathered her magic to protect the Moon Mark, preventing the Demon King from injecting her own magic. She had to keep her identity hidden.
“Thank you, Vera. Thank you for accepting me.”
The process dragged on longer than Avira had imagined.
The Demon King trailed down from Avira’s chest, her fingers crossing peaks until they reached her navel.
“Ah…”
Tears welled up unbidden in Avira’s eyes.
Ophitia seemed exhilarated. She touched Avira’s belly, as if confirming something.
Avira didn’t ponder what the Demon King was thinking—she didn’t want to. It was all indecent nonsense anyway. But if she could, she wanted the Demon King to stay this indecent forever. That way, the Demon Race would be hers.
“Mm… This is what I should do.”
It was all charity for the Demon King.
Avira’s dazed eyes contracted and dilated, trembling now and then.
Her expression shifted from hurried to anxious, then sank like she’d drowned, hope lost.
Her mouth parted slightly, tongue slipping out unwittingly.
Her gem-like eyes reflected a girl lost in affection—the same pitiful soul she was about to control through her schemes.
Throughout it all, Avira kept thinking.
Today’s sense of wrongness…
Many things in this world could be explained logically.
But once they happened, they were unbelievable.
For instance, a day ago…
She never would have imagined agreeing to bear the Demon King’s child—writhing atop her, losing her ability to think amid wave after wave, her mind blank, consciousness flung to the nine heavens.
—
The pitch-black night sky tore open with lightning, silver light illuminating the dark Castle.
Inside the Castle, a Dragon Girl sat primly on the black throne. Mockery and cunning filled her crimson eyes as her slender fingers toyed with the chain at the other end—attached to the girl kneeling before her.
“Avira, you’re ultimately a puppet born from humans, my slave, and the Demon Race’s ultimate weapon. Offering me your absolute loyalty is all you’re good for.”
Avira’s neck tightened. Her body collapsed, and she struggled back up, hands shackled, forced to crawl awkwardly.
“Even if you recover your memories after being betrayed by humans, what does it matter?”
Special deep-blue demon essence crawled along the chain to Avira’s neck, forming vicious veins that spread across her skin and flowed into the Moon Mark on her chest.
“Aaah, wuu…”
Heat and electric tingles toyed with her senses. She arched her body, emitting coquettish moans under the demon essence’s play, her mind endlessly repeating that the one before her was her master.
Until the light in her eyes faded, and she lowered her head in submission.
“Master…”
Then her delicate body shuddered. She burst from the covers, waking from the dream.
