Cicilia’s feelings at this moment were incredibly complicated.
Why did the Demon Lord’s persona feel so different from what she had imagined?
Could Lucifiel have already discovered that she was the “impostor” and was deliberately acting this way to tease her?
It wasn’t impossible!
Even if that wasn’t the case, this time she had just been lucky—accidentally matching the Demon Lord’s personality by chance.
But what about next time?
She couldn’t possibly rely on luck every single time.
She had to come up with a way to solve this once and for all!
As she pondered, the water in the bath, heated by the magic circle, had already reached a comfortable temperature.
Mmm~ so comfortable…
Cicilia’s weary body sank into the bath, her thoughts slowly shifting to, “I’ll think about it more after this bath.”
“Demon Lord, I will relieve your body’s fatigue.”
Lucifiel’s soft whisper brushed against Cicilia’s ear as her hands rested on her shoulders, nimble yet strong fingers gently kneading with gradually increasing pressure.
“Ugh!” Cicilia couldn’t help but let out a sound.
Ah~ ah ah~! There… it feels so good… ah ah…
Such a strange technique…
Though it was only her shoulders, it felt as if Lucifiel was pressing the most sensitive spot… mm mm… her whole body felt amazing… she couldn’t control the sounds escaping her lips…
“Demon Lord, your shoulders are very stiff.”
No kidding… sitting on the throne for three hundred years… oh oh oh… can you not be stiff after three hundred years of not moving… ah ah ah…
Cicilia covered her mouth with both hands, trembling as she let out soft whimpers.
She then noticed Lucifiel’s slender tail had somehow curled in front of her eyes.
“Plop~”
The tail deftly unfastened the buttons on her clothes, and the already loose court gown naturally slipped down, exposing skin as pure as snow, the pale pink of her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Demon Lord, how can one bathe without taking off their clothes?”
Lucifiel’s hands slowly moved downward, the palms and knuckles firmly pressing aside tight muscles, coming to rest on Cicilia’s waist as she pinched her sensitive sides.
“Ugh—!”
Even though Cicilia was relying on the willpower of two lifetimes, under Lucifiel’s relentless touch, the fortress of her resolve was forced open, leaving a hole.
A flood poured out uncontrollably.
Tears welled up at the corners of Cicilia’s eyes.
She never would have guessed that her first tears after transmigrating would be in such a situation.
Ticklish, painful, and delightfully refreshing… all these sensations intertwined within her body.
There was simply no holding back!
“Demon Lord, is it still comfortable?” Lucifiel’s chest pressed closely against Cicilia’s back, her tail moving like a third hand, stroking her lower belly.
“Where… where did you learn all this!” Cicilia’s emotions were so disordered she had no capacity for rational thought.
“Since the last time I accidentally hurt you during a massage, I have practiced day after day by myself. It seems my efforts over these three hundred years haven’t been in vain.”
Where exactly did you put all that effort?!
After such a massage, Cicilia was completely limp.
She stopped Lucifiel from continuing to explore further, blushing as she scolded, “Enough, this is already too much.”
“No problem, Demon Lord.” Lucifiel’s tail moved again, hooking a bar of soap resting not far from the bath. “Let me help you wash.”
“I have a feeling something bad is about to happen…”
“How could that be? Serving the Demon Lord is my duty and my honor.” Lucifiel lifted Cicilia’s silver-white hair to her nose.
The scent was so pleasant.
The Demon Lord truly possessed a natural allure.
Lucifiel’s hands, covered with soap foam, slipped around Cicilia’s arms from behind, her fingers kneading the bubbles gently.
Like a warrior polishing weapons before battle.
“Demon Lord, you are truly very sweet.”
“Sweet”?! What kind of adjective is that?! Cicilia felt her ears tingle.
No need to guess—it was Lucifiel’s tail teasing her ears.
…Hmm? But Lucifiel’s tail was still holding the soap.
Then what was that wet thing touching her ears…
“Take your tongue away!”
“Uncomfortable?”
“Actually… it’s not bad… but of course it’s uncomfortable!”
“Really? I heard some succubi use this method to help people relax mentally.” Lucifiel lowered her head thoughtfully. “Looks like my skills still need some refinement.”
Sister, how much more refined do you want to get? Lick someone until a dam breaks? Cicilia felt much more relaxed physically, but mentally she was exhausted from this torment.
“Can we just finish already?” Cicilia was genuinely worried that if this went on, she’d make a mistake only characters in adult games would make.
“It’s rare to bathe with you, so I don’t want to part so soon.”
Lucifiel pried open Cicilia’s fingers, entwined her own, and moved in front of her.
At some unknown moment, Lucifiel had already stripped down beside the bath.
Her body was fully exposed before Cicilia.
“Gulp!” Cicilia’s already restless heart now erupted like a volcano; the flush on her face had spread all the way to her ears.
The visual impact was overwhelming!
As someone with extensive experience in secret arts, Cicilia was skilled in self-cultivation.
But practical experience… she had never had any.
How could she possibly endure this situation!
“Demon Lord, I didn’t expect you would grant me such a bold request.” Lucifiel pressed close to Cicilia’s chest, gazing at the Demon Lord’s exquisitely beautiful face.
A bold request? Could it be she wanted… Cicilia’s body betrayed her as she closed her eyes.
Doing that wouldn’t be a loss for her…
“If it had been you in the past, you would have kicked me out when I requested to bathe together.” Lucifiel spoke softly, “You’ve changed a little.”
That sentence hit Cicilia like a thunderclap.
No, girl.
After all this effort in disguise and endurance, are you telling me you were exposed from the very start?
Then what was all that massage and ear-licking for!
“Well… that’s because…” Cicilia couldn’t think of an excuse on the spot.
“Demon Lord, you must be suffering from amnesia.”
“…Huh? Amnesia? Ahem… yes, that’s it, amnesia. How did you know?”
“Because you told me so three hundred years ago.”
“Three hundred years ago?”
“At that time, you were about to fall into slumber and confided that during the battle in the Ailar Mountains, you had exhausted your magic and blood, even burning your memories as magic power. Even if you awaken in the future, you might forget everything about the past.”
That too? Cicilia’s head was filled with question marks at details never mentioned in the storyline.
The game’s history of three hundred years ago was only briefly touched upon.
She only knew the present—and the future.
“I was worried that after losing your memories, the Demon Lord might become a completely different person.” Lucifiel smiled lightly. “But now it seems you have only become more considerate and charming.”
“Heh… hehe…” Cicilia forced out two dry laughs.
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