First minute.
Staking everything I have, this time I will definitely defeat him and protect the Demon Lord’s dignity!
Tenth minute.
A small win is still a win! Not losing is winning!
Thirtieth minute.
As long as it’s not a total loss, that’s a success!
Throw away your armor and retreat. Déjà vu.
The moonlight was like frost, its pure white radiance spilling across the large bed, illuminating the cloud-soft, spacious mattress and the one person and one “Pupu” upon it.
Liya was sprawled helplessly at the edge of the bed like a salted fish who had lost all her dreams—pitiful, delicate, and completely drained of energy, as if she had just stayed up for three days straight grinding through an incredibly difficult dungeon.
Meanwhile, Joen sat beside her feeling refreshed, gulping down five huge mouthfuls of cold tea.
“What a wonderful dream scenario… I didn’t expect that not only the appearance, but also the playstyle and controls would be even more satisfying than before. And they can also… change size. Big sister Lily and little sister Lily have completely different card-playing strategies. And… big sister knows so many combo moves.”
As Liya listened, she slowly clenched her teeth.
Damn it, she had exhausted every technique she knew, using all her ultimate finishing moves from memory over and over again.
Immortal Pointing the Way, Fishing Moon from the Sea, Crane Gazing at the Sun…
And she still lost this badly!
Could it be… she had no choice but to use that move?
Liya buried her head in her arms.
Her body began to change again, but this time it was compressing.
Her tall, sexy figure gradually became delicate and petite, her large, sparkling pink eyes now innocent and naive, pure and alluring.
This time, she mimicked an Elf tribe dancing dress woven from several thin flower vines.
The rope-like vines wrapped around her, revealing large patches of snow-pale, smooth skin.
This equipment had zero armor value, but that was for the sake of maximizing agility and attack speed!
The person complemented the flowers; the flowers enchanted the person.
A beautiful scene, pure snow welcoming the spring.
“Jo… Joen…”
She called out softly again, her voice now sounding innocent and shy.
“Huh?”
Joen turned in surprise, a little flustered.
The moment his eyes met Liya’s—
Liya suddenly felt that she had discovered Joen’s weakness—this guy was bad at dealing with cute characters!
She couldn’t help but curl her lips into a slight smile, pretending to be innocent and naive as she pounced on him, using her tiny, childish form to issue an invitation.
“Friend~ Come play with Lily~”
“No… this isn’t right… this is too sinful…”
Joen gently pushed her away.
“No way~ Lily wants to~ Lily wants to~”
Liya’s smile grew wider and wider.
As expected, this cute, petite form had a special advantage against him!
Boss·Pupu Lady, special form, deploying!
[This time, I will surely return in glorious victory!]
A few minutes later.
Damn it!
I miscalculated!
What do you mean “because the character’s size got smaller, the opponent’s attack range becomes larger, so this form also gives the girl herself a disadvantage”?!
Wahhhhh…
“Fine… we’ve been at this for half an hour now in this super drawn-out match. I surrender, I surrender~~ I surrender! Let’s count this round as my loss…”
Over a hundred minutes later.
“Ugh… playing a female character… is terrifying…”
Liya murmured dazedly, her mind wandering, no longer aware of heaven and earth, or where the sun and moon were.
Lost again and again, but fought again and again!
The moonlight was like frost, its pure white radiance spilling across the large bed, illuminating the figures entangled upon it.
“Drink! Drink up right now! Drink it all so we can keep going!”
At that moment, Liya was holding the teapot, forcefully trying to shove its spout into Joen’s mouth.
Joen stammered, unable to drink it and unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Even Liya herself hadn’t noticed.
Beneath the burning fighting spirit in her pink eyes, hidden behind those false banners of war, was a desire blazing fiercely.
The wonderful fullness brought by the injection of super-concentrated Heroic Magic Power.
The primal excitement of mimicked organs and nerves.
The stirring emotions deep within her soul, granted by the shining “Pleasure Mark”…
Without realizing it, she had become addicted.
But deep down, she still didn’t acknowledge it—whether it was the thrill of meeting her match, or the habitual self-deception.
“Stop messing around, Lily.”
Joen finally spat out the spout, smiling wryly.
“That’s enough. Any more, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it. You’re starting to act a little weird now.”
“Huh? Are you saying I can’t take it?”
Liya’s shame turned to anger, and her fierce competitive spirit surged up again.
Damn it!
How dare you insult this Pupu!
Do you think you’ve already won?
Witness this Pupu’s ultimate technique, staking her very life!
Once again, Liya’s body transformed.
The condensed liquid that formed her body continued to compress, gradually shrinking back to her original form—barely the size of an arm, with a waist thinner than Joen’s arm, like a small figurine.
But there was a subtle difference.
To make the duel easier, Liya purposely made her figure a little fuller and sexier, optimizing her body structure to avoid hindering her movements.
Her skin wasn’t fully mimicking human skin either; it still retained a semi-transparent gel-like texture, and through the surface, one could even see the state of her insides.
“One more round!”
She bounced onto Joen’s lap and issued another duel request.
[This time! This will be a life-or-death battle! Either I win! Or I lose everything!]
Ten minutes later.
I’m done for.
Twenty minutes later.
“I am a weak demon.”
Thirty minutes later.
“I am a weak demon!”
Nothing left to lose.
Embrace the loss.
The moon was… well, the sky was already bright.
The early autumn dawn fell across the large bed, illuminating the exhausted Pupu and human tangled together after a night-long “battle.”
The pink slime gel that had spilled across the bed suddenly trembled twice, and then a small, wet head emerged from the “surface.”
Liya opened her hazy, confused eyes and looked toward Joen.
Then she noticed that this man, made of iron, had finally fallen into a deep sleep under her relentless challenges—and she couldn’t help but reveal a smug, self-satisfied smile.
A small, wet hand rose from the “surface” and weakly flashed a peace sign.
She whispered to herself in comfort: “Great… in the end, I still won…”
But what was the point of this “match”?
The wind stopped.
The rain ceased.
Her smart brain had regained the high ground of intelligence.
The “Pleasure Mark,” now fully recharged, dimmed its light, finally stopping its constant transmission of those thoughts that wanted to “play games.”
Satisfied, Liya felt clearer-headed than ever before, clearer than she had ever been.
But it was too late.
Thinking about what she had just done while pestering Joen, she wanted to find a block of tofu and smash her head against it—How could I be so stupid!
Fortunately, Liya was a fairly easygoing person.
What’s done is done.
What can she do about it?
Just try to clean up the mess!
It’s not like she could just… well, the “Pleasure Mark” problem needed to be solved as soon as possible.
It’s not like she could stop living, right?
As she pondered, Liya looked down and silently stared at the bizarre and flamboyant demonic patterns on the surface of her skin.
Damn, it kind of looks like…
It makes me look like a demon.
Wait, I guess I am a demon.
While Joen was sleeping, Liya cleaned up the room, absorbing all the remaining traces (mostly drink stains and sweat).
The Pupu’s characteristics saved her life.
She absorbed all those liquids, and although it was embarrassing, after last night’s buildup, she did it with surprising ease.
The room quickly returned to how it was before Joen “started dreaming.”
Since that Brainless Hero had misunderstood last night as a dream, it was better to embed the concept of “dream” even deeper, so Joen wouldn’t come up with any shocking ideas in the future.
For example: deciding he had to take responsibility for a mere Pupu like her.
After wiping away the last traces, Liya finally had time to check on her own condition.
The “Pleasure Mark” seemed to be full.
Liya could feel a strange and peculiar Demon God Power surging within the mark, which happened to be surprisingly compatible with the Pupu’s attributes.
But Liya didn’t dare use it recklessly, because the experience of “getting clearer the more it was charged” last night made her realize—once the Pleasure Mark’s Divine Power runs low, it would interfere with her mind, confusing her into thinking of ways to recharge the mark.
And the direct way to recharge the mark… was to start another round.
But the benefits from last night were far from over.
Right now, the greatest benefit was still wrapped inside her body—the Heroic Power.
First of all, thanks to last night, her Heroic Power was unusually abundant, even overflowing.
This was the first time she had been “stuffed” to such an extent!
A large amount of “Heroic Magic Power Concentrate” that she couldn’t digest was still lingering inside her, merging with her pink, semi-transparent Pupu body, transforming her from “jelly” into “coconut juice-filled jelly.”
“Oh-ho, a huge harvest.”
Liya smacked her lips, unsure whether to be happy or worried.
“As expected, there’s a difference between drinks and drinks.”
“Milk is the king of nutrient-rich supplements!”
But at the same time, a somewhat funny, somewhat absurd, and somewhat inexplicable thought floated into Liya’s mind.
“I’m not going to end up creating a mini-me, am I?”
As soon as the thought appeared, Liya burst out laughing and immediately dismissed it—Come on! I’m a Pupu!
How could I possibly create a human child?
Just because I absorbed the Hero’s “high-concentration magic power” and made a “Hero Pupu”?
What kind of bullshit logic is that! Even if the Hero’s magic power is incredibly strong, he’s still a human.
Could he really be strong enough, like a Dragon, to break through the barrier left by The Creator?
“Mmm…”
It shouldn’t happen, right?
For some reason, Liya suddenly felt a pang of guilt.