Avira felt like she was about to die.
Not long ago, Oleniya had pissed her off badly. She had already come to terms with it, thinking that Oleniya and her sister shared the same mother, so their similar personalities and strong desire for dominance weren’t a big deal.
But right before leaving, Avira still heard Oleniya’s words:
“It’s fine if you don’t let me out, because Ophitia definitely likes me a little more.”
Avira couldn’t tolerate anyone else being liked by the Demon King, especially since the Demon King was engaged to her. Avira told herself it wasn’t because she liked the Demon King so much; it was just that if the Demon King started liking someone else, she wouldn’t be able to hollow out the Demon King’s power anymore.
She had only needed to pay a small price with her body to gain so much.
But Oleniya was like her nightmare—she knew everything and had uncovered all her secrets in just a few short days. Avira didn’t know if she would tell the Demon King about her secretly gathering human forces, or if the Demon King already knew.
In the end, Avira figured it out.
To deceive a cunning dragon like Oleniya, she had to truly devote herself to the Demon King.
“As long as I completely submit.”
Anyway, Ophitia had promised not to erase her memories again.
Avira repeated these words to herself in her heart over and over.
On the way back, she was in a daze, her mind filled with thoughts of how to submit to Ophitia. At the very least, she had to stay the same and let the Demon King punish Oleniya harshly!
She absolutely couldn’t let Oleniya succeed!
So, she returned to the Royal Palace. Vaguely, she sensed that the Demon King knew everything—knew about her secretly gathering power and building her own faction. She was already a sinner; if she erred again, the scales of victory would tip toward Ophitia.
It would be better to proactively admit her wrongs to Ophitia.
So…
She knelt before Ophitia.
Familiars needed the Demon King’s power to nourish them; otherwise, it was hard for them to survive alone.
Whenever “feeding” time came, familiars would instinctively act coquettish toward their master.
By a stroke of coincidence, just as she wanted to admit her wrongs to the Demon King, her body suddenly began craving the Demon King’s power.
And so, things turned into the current situation.
“Ah woo…”
The hot sensation on Avira’s body shifted to her forehead, the burning feeling moving from her chest to her brain. Demon Essence tore through the last barrier in her body, corroding her consciousness.
【Dominator’s Seal】
Avira even remembered how the Demon King had treated her like this before. This feeling was familiar; it seemed like not long ago, she had been treated this way and submitted to the Demon King.
She couldn’t recall the specifics of the magic’s activation, but once controlled by something like this, she basically belonged to the Demon King. She had only come to admit her wrongs—why had things suddenly progressed to this point? Wasn’t this essentially the same as voluntarily losing in some weird game and crashing headfirst into the defeat CG?
Yeah, there was an essential difference.
Because Avira would truly come to like her master, and this ending would persist all the way to “game clear,” with no chance for a do-over!
In other words, she was done for.
“Urgh…”
After letting out a cry, Avira’s voice trembled. Now, she could only emit silent moans. She opened her eyes and looked at Ophitia, who had pinned her down. Even now, she didn’t fully sense what was different from before.
If she had to say what was different…
“Ophitia…”
Before Avira could even start speaking, countless currents surged through her mind. Though the process wasn’t painful, it felt like the tingling numbness of a brain right after waking up—like someone was massaging her brain. It was a sensation between pain and pleasure.
Then, a voice echoed in her heart.
—You can’t do that. You should call her Lady Ophitia, or Master.
Avira gasped for breath. This wasn’t another consciousness; it was her own voice.
Not much time passed before another wave surged through her brain.
—You cannot refuse your master’s will.
In other words, she had to completely obey Ophitia’s moods, just like before. Avira was despairing at first, but the Dominator’s Seal forced her to redirect her attention to the Demon King.
The only good news was that Avira hadn’t lost her memories. But based on experience, resisting without amnesia was the most unbearable pain.
This was all her own doing.
Yet strangely, Avira felt no pain at all. Ophitia’s hands felt like they were massaging her body.
The Demon King was smiling.
It was the feeling of a dream fulfilled. The smile wasn’t exaggerated—just the corners of her mouth hooked up, eerie and pleasurable like a demon from the abyss.
Ophitia sat on the bed, stroking the wings on her head. This time, the Demon King was different from before. No… she should say the Demon King resembled her past self—like how she used to vent her grievances, only now the target was Avira. She had already grown accustomed to bearing Ophitia’s anger.
But it was also somewhat different.
Because Avira wasn’t in pain. She didn’t know if this was Ophitia’s final mercy toward her, or if it was simply how it was supposed to be.
—Kiss her.
Avira’s instincts urged her on. She slightly lifted her neck and pressed her lips to Ophitia’s cherry lips.
It was a suffocating five minutes.
Ophitia finally released her mouth, but her other hand never stopped on the fullness. She pretended her eyes were cold, laced with a hint of teasing:
“Come on, say you were wrong, Avira~”
She had said similar words before, but back then, it hadn’t been this gentle—even making Avira suffer so much she couldn’t retort. But now, by some coincidence, it produced a completely identical effect:
“I was wrong, I’m sorry, tail, wuu wuu wuu…”
“Not enough, Avira. You should like me a little more.”
An even more intense current shocked Avira’s brain. She convulsed once—this should have been somewhat painful, but two pink hearts appeared in her eyes.
“I’m sorry… spare me…”
Avira’s pleading voice became barely audible, carrying a slight sob—not from pain, but because the Demon Essence’s chaos had turned her body into a mess.
Ophitia didn’t knock her out directly.
She indeed stopped her hands, and the Dominator’s Seal ceased activating, meaning her master had no intention of making her submit further.
Avira lay supine on the bed, too drained to even fix her clothes, panting rapidly. Ophitia tucked the exhausted Avira under the blanket, withdrew her tail, and even poured her a glass of water.
She sat by Avira’s side, waiting until her panting stopped and the air calmed.
The sweet scent lingered in the room; Avira could hear her own heartbeat.
“I really liked your performance today, little familiar. You must be satisfied too, right?”
Avira originally wanted to accuse her—this idiot actually activated that magic.
She clenched her fist in secret, vowing to get revenge someday!
So, the words that came out were completely insincere:
“Yes, Master. I like you the most♡”
Not like that at all.
