“Vera, I want to sleep right now. Go take a bath first, and we’ll talk about anything on the bed.”
“Demon King… my lord?”
For a moment, Avira even thought her identity had been exposed.
Avira didn’t need to think twice; Ophitia was angry.
But she wouldn’t get angry in front of her. Instead, she pouted, looking like she sought comfort. At least, the Demon King was still decent to her wife… excluding whatever she might do at night.
What puzzled Avira even more was, wasn’t it just hearing about Avira’s matters? Why was she angry?
I didn’t provoke her!
And if you’re angry, go find Avira. Why come to me, Vera?
No…
As Ophitia’s wife, she had to endure her complaints and anger!
She endured it.
“Demon King, forgive me for refusing.”
“What?”
Avira calmly stood up, straightened Ophitia’s hair, gently stroked it, and smiled.
“Is Lady Ophitia an idiot? We haven’t had dinner yet. I’ll make you some food now. After you eat, I’ll clean your body. You can sip coffee while I warm the bed for you. Isn’t that perfect?”
“You…”
Ophitia froze, her face flushing red. She stammered, unable to say anything.
Avira rarely saw the Demon King with such a flustered expression. After all, she had just treated her according to her old behavioral code.
Why hadn’t she seen Ophitia like this before?
“You… fine, I’ll, I’ll wait for you… Actually, we could talk now, but remember to warm the bed.”
“Mm~” Avira covered her mouth and laughed, stood up with a slight nod, and gave Ophitia a seductive glance.
That look nearly hooked Ophitia’s soul away. For a moment, Avira even thought Ophitia was her own familiar.
At the same time, Atia left the office with lingering fear.
She racked her brains but couldn’t figure out why two people who loved each other so much still hid from one another.
Her relationship with Selin seemed much simpler. The sisters had grown up together, and their bond was good—whether in the Catherine Knight Order or now. It didn’t seem as complicated as these two.
Then, Atia came to a conclusion—
“They must be playing some kind of kinky game.”
Moreover, she discovered a heavy fact.
“Could it be… even I am part of their play?”
—
At nine in the evening, Avira warmed the bed as Ophitia instructed. This was usually quite shameful, but since it was already the tenth time or more, Avira felt no aversion.
These things were routine and part of the plan.
As someone who had built a good relationship with the Demon King through her body, she had just achieved some results and couldn’t slack off. At least, Avira understood that the reason the Demon King favored her was her body.
She drank some juice beforehand, mainly to make her mouth sweeter.
There was a freshly brewed cup of milk tea by the bedside.
Soon after, the Demon King opened the door and walked in.
She wore fluffy pajamas, but her voluptuous figure was still captivating. The only flaw was that she was a pervert who liked girls—her contact list, anyway.
“Demon King, you’ve finally come.”
“Mm.” Ophitia nodded, saw the milk tea by the bed, took a sip, and smiled in satisfaction.
Once on the bed, Avira could smell the unique body fragrance of the Demon King, especially after a bath—that fresh, ethereal scent was intoxicating. Avira still held the perspective from her time as a familiar. After all, in this world, the person who had accompanied her the longest was Ophitia.
This was one of the reasons Avira chose her.
She understood the Demon King far more than she did humans.
Although it was a bedside talk, Avira wouldn’t be a foolish subordinate who made the Demon King work while sleeping. Whatever it was, it could wait until tomorrow.
“Demon King, you seem in a bad mood. Is there somewhere that feels uncomfortable… eh?”
Ophitia suddenly began stroking her belly.
Avira’s body wasn’t as sensitive as a typical shy girl’s, but it was different in front of the Demon King. The Moon Mark’s existence made her body more receptive to the Demon King’s actions, leading to subtle changes.
It felt very warm.
In fact, after getting pregnant, Avira could clearly feel the egg in her belly developing rapidly, absorbing her nutrients. It had even produced a fifth piece of【Silver Feathers】specifically to protect the dragon egg.
So, the egg in her belly was actually very safe and wouldn’t be affected by certain activities.
However, absorbing magic power made Avira more prone to fatigue than before. By demon race tradition, she might even become as obedient as a coquettish little wife. But Avira firmly believed this was a demon trait, not hers.
“…I’m fine, Vera.” Ophitia averted her gaze.
“No matter how you look at it, you seem troubled. Demon King, if there’s any problem, you can tell me directly.”
“Actually, I used to like someone, but I… didn’t realize her feelings. Now, I’ve lost her, and I regret it every day. Every day… I don’t know if she forgives me.”
Ophitia had indeed been forcing herself earlier.
“You’ve said this many times~ Are you still sad about her?” Avira smiled sweetly.
But Ophitia looked even sadder.
She buried her mouth in the blanket, leaving only a pair of sorrowful eyes.
“After all, I’ve said it so many times, and nothing changes.”
“Mm, but it’s okay~ Demon King, I heard about your situation. Her name is Oleniya, right? Your sister, now turned into a puppet by some damn guy. I’ll definitely find a way to help you get rid of her.”
Avira hoped these words would improve the Demon King’s mood.
Or perhaps, some physical compensation? Anyway, Ophitia couldn’t be sad…
“I love my sister.” Suddenly, Ophitia reached out, turned over, and held Avira’s hand. Her voice was excited, as if she had waited forever for Avira to say that.
“To me, she’s important—the only family I have, the reason for my revenge and the revival of the demon race… I’ll kill the Great Sage sooner or later and take back my sister.”
So that’s how it is?
Avira smiled.
But why did the Demon King seem absent-minded about something as important as reclaiming her sister?
And Ophitia’s next words made Avira’s heart skip half a beat.
“My sister is important to me, but you misunderstood. From the beginning, the most important person I’ve been talking about… isn’t her.” Ophitia gently traced Avira’s cherry lips with her finger.
