Chapter 173: Call Me Mommy

“Stop making fun of me! This time, it’s really something serious!”

Liyakade turned her head away from Korim, pouting in protest.

“Something serious? Let’s hear it.”

Korim tilted her small white head, no longer teasing Liyakade, waiting for her to continue.

“We were targeted by a member of the Demon Race in the Royal City. She set a trap for us. Even though we were on alert in advance, I’m still worried our preparations might not be enough.”

Seeing Korim finally get serious, Liyakade briefly explained the recent events and issues.

“That person should be a user of Shadow Magic, and she holds a high position within the Demon Race. Korim, do you have any impression of her?”

“A user of Shadow Magic? And with a high status…”

Korim rubbed the demon horn on her head, pondering for a moment before replying.

“That should be someone from Minotauros’ side, I think the name was… Darkness.”

“Yes! That’s the name!”

The moment Korim said it, Liyakade became excited, turning to look at Korim. However, seeing that Korim was still wearing stickers, she quickly turned her head away again.

“Why are you still wearing stickers! Didn’t I tell you to dress properly!”

“Hehe, for our kind, this already counts as proper clothing. I didn’t expect Liyakade-chan to be so pure?”

As Korim spoke, the stickers on her body emitted a crimson glow. A lace camisole finally covered her ample beauty, and a thin layer of lace fabric was draped over the round peach, protecting the Absolute Territory.

After all, if Liyakade kept turning her back, it would be hard for them to discuss things. Too awkward.

“Alright, alright, I’ve changed into something more modest. Turn around, Liyakade-chan.”

“…You call this modest? Forget it.”

Liyakade glanced over. Switching from stickers to lace bikini-like clothes was already a huge improvement, but it was still far from modest.

At this moment, Liyakade noticed a pink pattern had somehow appeared on Korim’s lower abdomen… If described in the language of her previous world, it would be… a yin mark.

“You, what is that thing! I remember it wasn’t there last time we met!”

Liyakade stepped back half a step, her eye twitching slightly as she pointed at the pink pattern.

“Ah, you mean this.”

Korim smiled sweetly, pressing her index and middle fingers together to form a Heart-shaped Seal in front of the pink pattern.

“This is a new ability you fed back to me after your Bloodline Awakening. But it hasn’t been activated yet, so it’s just a pattern for now.”

“…Alright.”

Liyakade reluctantly accepted the strange mark on Korim’s abdomen. At least now they could talk face to face properly.

Continuing the previous topic, Liyakade asked,

“That person is a user of Shadow Magic, right? How strong is she, and what’s her combat style? Does she have any special skills or items?”

A string of questions burst forth like a barrage.

But there was one thing that surprised Liyakade—Darkness actually reported her real name at the time. However, it made sense. Who would recognize Darkness in the Royal City?

She was a character never mentioned in the original work, the only one among the Demon Race’s Four Heavenly Kings who never appeared, not even her name was known. So even if she gave her real name, probably no one would know.

“Hmm… It’s been a long time since I last saw her. After all, she’s from a rival faction. The last time we met was about ten years ago. She should’ve only been LV.50 back then?”

Korim rested her chin on her hand, recalling carefully.

“Ten years ago, LV.50…”

Liyakade echoed Korim’s words. Ten years sounded long, but for the Demon Race, whose lives are much longer than humans and whose Level up much slower, ten years wasn’t enough for Darkness to grow much stronger.

Still, Liyakade had no idea what level Darkness was at now.

“She should be the weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings under Minotauros, just a small fry, nothing to fear.”

Korim looked relaxed, clearly not taking Darkness seriously. In her eyes, Darkness was just a minor underling.

“The weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings…”

Liyakade rubbed her chin, deep in thought.

If she was the weakest back then, Liyakade had reason to believe Darkness was still the weakest now.

Did she have any special skills or items?

After all, to hide in the kingdom, Darkness definitely wouldn’t expose her power too much, let alone focus on increasing her strength. The other three could train in their own territories, so compared to Darkness, they were certainly stronger.

In the original work, the weakest of the other three was a user of Necromancy, who was only LV65 during a battle with Alice three years later. So Liyakade could almost conclude that Darkness’s Level was definitely below LV65.

With this deduction, Liyakade felt relieved. If it’s just LV65, her team could handle it.

Still, Liyakade planned to prepare more. After all, Shadow Magic was unpredictable, and Darkness’s LV65 would be stronger than a normal magic user’s LV65. Even if Alice could counter her, Liyakade’s team had to be cautious.

Darkness herself probably knew she could be restrained by Alice, so the Trap she set was definitely aimed at Alice.

“Korim… Do you have any powerful abilities or items I can use? I’m afraid we might lose to Darkness and fall into her Trap.”

“Oh?”

Korim gave a wicked smile, narrowing her crimson eyes as she stared at Liyakade.

“Liyakade-chan, of course I have many abilities to pass on to you, but first, you have to accept them.”

“Hiss.”

Upon hearing this, Liyakade sucked in a breath, stepping back half a pace.

Korim had barely opened her mouth before Liyakade understood her meaning. After all, their kind were Succubi, and passing down abilities most likely involved that method.

Though Korim was so alluring that Liyakade nearly lost control, she was a married woman. Moreover, Korim was of the same bloodline, making this… incestuous…

“Call me Mama.”

Korim stepped forward, smiling mischievously, her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked playfully at the flustered Liyakade. Then she reached out a jade finger, gently lifting Liyakade’s chin.

“Didn’t you say you were my ancestor…?”

“Yes, so it’s perfectly normal for you to call me Mama. Come on, call me Mama.”

Liyakade watched Korim draw closer and swallowed nervously, her face gradually turning red.

Since she had transmigrated after the original host entered the academy, Liyakade had never called her adoptive mother ‘Mama.’ In the original host’s memory, the term was always ‘Mother,’ never ‘Mama.’

Moreover, before transmigration, she referred to her mother as ‘Old Mom.’ So the word ‘Mama’ felt strangely novel to Liyakade.

Besides… calling someone else ‘Mama’ always reminded her of a certain group in a FPS game in her previous world… There was an inexplicable sense of shame…

“…Ma, Mama…”

“Mm-hmm? Too quiet, I didn’t hear you.”

Liyakade’s voice was barely audible, her face flushed as she forced out the word, but Korim was clearly dissatisfied, raising an eyebrow and continuing to tease Liyakade with her playful tone.

To be honest, at this point, it wasn’t about gaining new abilities—Liyakade was already falling into Korim’s rhythm, lost in this feeling.

Just two words, but they filled Liyakade with shame. With Korim’s exposed clothing, seductive tone, assertive attitude, and gestures, her blood was boiling.

“…Mama… Korim Mama.”

Liyakade’s face was as red as a ripe apple. Under Korim’s teasing, she finally gave in half-heartedly, understanding at last why some people in oppressive groups enjoyed calling others ‘Mama.’

This intense shame, sense of taboo, and playfulness was something most people could never experience.

“Liyakade, good girl. Are you Mama’s good puppy?”

“Eh? Thi-this?”

She thought it would end there, but Korim had no intention of stopping. She cupped Liyakade’s small face, and her tail somehow wrapped around Liyakade’s swan-like neck.

Liyakade felt a wave of warmth on her abdomen. Korim’s soft, warm hand had found its way there, her heartbeat loud and her breathing quickening as Korim drew closer, her breath almost tangible.

Her fair skin began to glisten with a light sweat, the alluring scent clinging to Liyakade’s nose.

She was already married… and had two wives. So… adding one more wasn’t impossible, right?

“Mama… I’m Mama’s good puppy…”

“OK, that’s enough!”

Just as Liyakade was about to submit, Korim suddenly let go.