[Bullshit!Who would like this Brainless Hero?!I am the Demon King! Demon King!]
After listening to the stinky Succubus’s illogical guess,Liya’s face, already as pink as a peach blossom, turned even redder.
But it wasn’t a shy blush—it was the red of anger.
She aimed at Aimil’s face and sprayed another Water Jet.
“Wah——”
Aimil wiped her face clean.
She pointed at Liya.
“Look, look! Hero-sama! I was right! She’s guilty! Otherwise, why would she spray me with water again?!”
Jon snapped back to himself, feeling ridiculous for his earlier suspicion.
He shook his head with a laugh.
“Aimil-san, your imagination is too wild. Lili has only just learned a little of the human language—her inner thoughts can’t be that complicated.”
“Then why did she spray me with water?”
Aimil grumbled.
“Maybe… because you just tried to throw yourself into my arms, and she felt you were trying to steal her territory. Pupu still has some territorial instincts.”
Jon guessed.
“Really?”
Aimil looked half-convinced.
This explanation made sense, except for the fiery anger in Pupu’s eyes—it looked less like ‘defending territory’ and more like she was holding a grudge.
But Aimil didn’t dwell on it.
Soon, Aila excused herself, saying she had things to do, leaving more room for Aimil to play.
“Hero-sama, why did you only come looking for me now?”
Aimil pouted in accusation.
“I’ve sent you so many letters…”
“Letters?”
“Mm-hmm. Those annoying soldiers wouldn’t let me in, so I could only write letters and ask them to pass them on. Looks like you didn’t receive them, Hero-sama?”
As Aimil spoke, she unconsciously let out a bewitching allure, trying to get closer to Jon.
But as soon as she shifted her seat, she met Pupu’s wary, hostile gaze head-on, along with her cherry lips gathering water pressure.
[Damn it! Stupid Pupu! Ruining my plans!]
Aimil cursed inwardly.
“It was probably Miss Margaret or Miss Yuna who intercepted them.”
Jon didn’t notice the growing tension between the two Lolis.
He bowed his head thoughtfully.
“They seem very unwilling for me to have any more contact with Succubi.”
Aimil cried out in grievance.
“Jealousy! Pure jealousy! Hero-sama, they’re just jealous I’m cuter, more charming, and prettier than them! You mustn’t fall for the tricks of those jealous women~~”
“What are you even thinking?”
Jon rubbed his aching head.
Of course he wasn’t arrogant enough to believe those two Noble Ladies liked him.
“Let’s drop the topic. I came to see you today for serious business.”
Aimil’s face flushed red.
She twisted shyly.
“Serious business? I see… Hero-sama, which set do you want to play today? Will the two of us be enough, or should we add a few more?”
“Add a few what?”
Jon asked blankly.
“Aw, Hero-sama~”
Aimil looked up with a sulky charm, lightly hitting Jon’s thigh twice, then hurriedly explained in a low voice.
Jon’s face turned bright red.
“I mean serious business! Serious! How is that business?!”
Aimil shrugged nonchalantly.
“Buy, buy, buy. Sleep, sleep, sleep. That’s the most serious business for us Succubi~”
“I’m asking what plans the Succubus race has for the future.”
Jon quickly steered the conversation back.
“Plans?”
Aimil paused, then sighed.
“No real plans. We just take things step by step. As long as we’re not killed, even if we’re dragged into the Demon Tribunal Prison and tormented, we’re willing. For us Succubi, pain can also become pleasure.”
“So you have no goals?”
Jon frowned.
But Aimil burst out laughing.
“Jon-sama, I already said~ We just want to sleep with men and enjoy pleasure. Oh, and now to have money to buy pretty clothes. As for serving, depending on, or waiting on someone—we don’t care.”
“Back then, Demon King Liya tried to brainwash us with things like ‘the glory of our race,’ but what was the result? Didn’t work at all, did it? In the end, all we want is happiness. It doesn’t matter how we get it, or who gives it to us.”
Jon was even more confused.
“Then why did you betray Demon King Liya?”
“You might not believe it, but no one betrayed Demon King Liya.”
Aimil shrugged, spreading her delicate hands.
Talking about this, her tone was a little aggrieved.
“At most, we just complained, made fun of, or teased him. Who has time to think about betrayal all day?”
“Actually, in most sisters’ eyes, everyone just did a few insignificant things for their own lovers—then Demon King Liya fell… Tch~! It’s all Demon King Liya’s fault for being so useless! Compared to the wise and heroic Hero-sama! He’s just a lump!”
Jon fell into thought, not noticing his chest growing hotter.
By chance, Liya, who had overheard the Succubi’s ‘true feelings,’ was about to explode.
[Who’s useless?]
[Who’s a lump?]
[What kind of person would give up their own interests for Holy Light XX, even selling their country?!]
Liya considered herself generous to the Succubi.
Most of the profits from the Succubus shops came from her designs, but she still gave ninety percent to the lower Succubi.
They went from nearly naked savages to little rich ladies.
Besides that, Liya developed education in the Seventh Demon Realm, teaching them to read, appreciate art, and improve their knowledge.
She occasionally shared strategic resources to help them level up.
If she fell from power, they’d never have such good days—this was why Liya dared to entrust them with intelligence work.
After all, no amount of loyalty is more reliable than loyalty to one’s own interests.
Who would betray themselves?
But reality proved Liya had been too naive.
Material abundance didn’t satisfy the Succubi—instead, it made their appetites even greater.
They even pursued spiritual life, longing for the ‘love’ they could never have.
However, to Succubi, who were born unable to love, ‘love’ meant having an exceptional, coveted male descend upon them, showering them with affection and indulging their every whim.
As for their increased knowledge, it wasn’t used to build the Demon Realm but became material for endless Demon King jokes.
Saintess Yuna, sensitive to the Succubi’s spiritual weaknesses, devised the targeted ‘Male Color Operation.’
That is—let the Holy Army, whom Succubi both feared and admired, play the role of the perfect, gentle lover, then use the methods of the Demon Tribunal to train the Succubi through pleasure, eventually becoming their ‘perfect masters.’
And then… came Liya’s unforgettable ‘Battle of Waterloo.’
Liya was so angry she wanted to curse, but with the Hero beside her, she didn’t dare move recklessly.
She could only shrink into his collar, wearing a displeased Pupu face, and transform into a relentless Water Spray Machine.
Aimil was constantly sprayed by Liya, forced to wipe her face in embarrassment, unwilling to leave Jon’s side, yet not daring to snap at his pet.
This farce continued until Jon finished thinking and slowly looked up.
“I understand.
Aimil, let me ask—would you Succubi be willing to work for me, just like you did for Demon King Liya?”
“Well…”
Aimil hesitated.
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