The moment the Crystal Bottle exploded, that sweet, cloying scent swallowed the entire room.
Lilia held her breath, eyes shining as she stared at Lucia on the sofa.
Fall!
Fall for me!
Roll on the floor!
Meow for me!
Her small fists clenched, her whole body trembling—not from fear, but from excitement.
However—
Lucia only frowned slightly.
She waved her hand in front of her nose, her red eyes showing not a trace of confusion, only a flicker of puzzlement.
“What smell is this?”
Her voice was still cold.
The smile on Lilia’s face froze.
No… useless?
How could it be useless!
She’d used so many precious materials! Even added her own hair as a “Signal”!
In theory, as long as the Soul Binding was still in place, this thing should act directly on Lucia’s mind!
Why wasn’t she reacting at all?!
When her mind went blank,
Lilia’s own body exploded.
That thick fragrance rushed crazily up her nose.
With a “boom”.
All reason, thought, and shame shattered to dust.
A tingling sensation shot from her tailbone straight up to her skull.
“Meow… uu… “
A soft, tearful sound leaked from her throat.
Her legs went weak.
“Thud.”
She collapsed onto the soft Carpet.
It’s over.
That was the last clear thought that flashed through Lilia’s mind.
She had forgotten the most crucial point—
She herself was the strongest recipient of the Super Catnip Bomb’s effect.
She thought she was the “Base Station,” the “Transmitter.”
But she forgot that the base station itself is where the Signal is strongest.
Now, the bomb she had prepared for Lucia had one hundred percent of its power acting on her alone.
Lilia lay sprawled on the Carpet, her cheek unconsciously rubbing against the soft, long fibers.
Her body twisted and rolled uncontrollably.
“Purrr… purrr…”
Satisfied purring sounds kept pouring from deep in her throat.
No!
Don’t!
Deep in Lilia’s consciousness, a sliver of clarity struggled desperately.
She could feel what she was doing.
She could feel just how shameful her actions were.
But her body simply wouldn’t obey.
The pleasure was too strong, too overwhelming to resist.
On the sofa, Lucia quietly watched the scene unfolding on the Carpet.
She looked at the little creature who had been so fierce just moments ago, now sprawled helplessly on the floor.
She watched as her eyes went unfocused, her face flushed, those strange sounds coming from her mouth.
The Demon King was silent.
She remained silent for more than ten seconds.
Then, at last, she understood.
She glanced down at the crystal shards on the floor, then back at Lilia rolling around.
In her red eyes, that trace of confusion was gradually replaced by a complex emotion—part shock, part amusement.
“Ha…”
A very soft, suppressed laugh slipped from her throat.
“So that’s how it is.”
Lucia stood up and slowly walked to Lilia’s side.
She bent down, looking down from above at this little thing who had completely lost her mind.
“Lilia.”
She called out tentatively.
Lilia paused on the Carpet.
She raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes of gold and blue shimmering with unshed tears, completely unfocused.
She looked at Lucia in front of her, then crawled over on all fours, nuzzling her face affectionately against Lucia’s calf.
“Master… meow…”
A soft, dependent voice spilled from her lips.
Lucia’s body tensed slightly.
She looked down at Lilia, who was clinging to her leg, unwilling to let go, her cheek constantly rubbing against her.
This unprecedented absurdity and novelty made the heart that had lain dormant for three hundred years tremble.
Interesting.
Truly… interesting.
She reached out and gently placed her hand on Lilia’s head.
“Good girl.”
Lilia, receiving the stroke, purred even more contentedly.
She even grew bolder, climbing up along Lucia’s leg, seeking a hug.
Lucia went along and picked her up.
The little thing in her arms was soft, lying obediently on her shoulder, her small head nuzzling into Lucia’s neck.
“I love you… Master… meow…”
Lilia began to babble nonsense.
“Love Master the most… meow…”
“Want to be with Master forever… meow…”
Lucia held her, listening to these broken but shockingly straightforward “confessions.”
The color of her red eyes deepened bit by bit.
She sat back down on the sofa with Lilia in her arms.
The little thing kept squirming restlessly.
“Master… more… meow…”
“More what?”
“Want Master… to pet… meow…”
Lilia spoke as she grabbed Lucia’s hand, pressing it to her own face, nuzzling her cheek into Lucia’s palm.
Lucia looked at her, pausing for a moment.
Then, suddenly, she spoke.
“Lilia, when you made this potion before, you meant to use it on me?”
“Mm… meow…”
Lilia in her arms admitted without hesitation.
“Want to see Master… rolling on the floor… meow…”
Lucia’s fingers paused on her cheek.
“Also want… also want Master to wear a Silver Collar… meow…”
“Also want… also want to pin Master to the bed… meow…”
With the drug’s effects, Lilia’s courage grew limitless.
She spilled out every bit of her deepest, most rebellious “desire to conquer” as if talking in her sleep.
No!
Stop talking!
That thread of consciousness inside Lilia screamed madly.
She could hear what she was saying.
She could feel Lucia’s expression changing.
But she couldn’t control her mouth.
Those secrets she would normally never utter were now flooding out in a frenzy.
“I want… I want Master to obey my every word… meow…”
“Want Master to willingly… meow…”
“Want to push Master down… meow…”
With every sentence, Lucia’s expression changed a little more.
When Lilia finished the last sentence,
Lucia’s lips curved in a cold, dangerously sharp arc.
“Is that so?”
She gently stroked the little thing still rubbing against her.
“So you… hid so many interesting thoughts.”
Her fingers traced Lilia’s cheek, slid down her chin, and finally rested on her neck.
“It seems that just going to class and wearing a Silver Collar is far from enough for you.”