Chapter 43: I Swear! From Now On, I’ll Be the Most Obedient Little Kitty, Meow!

Lilia shuddered.

“Looks like you finally know how to be afraid.”

Lucia let go of her hand.

“I… I didn’t… meow…”

Lilia bit her lip, wanting to be stubborn, but her voice trembled badly.

“Is that so?”

Lucia reached out.

“Then what’s this shaking about?”

Lucia’s fingers stopped at the tip of her ear.

Lilia’s voice changed pitch, carrying a hint of tears.

For a Catgirl, ears are a weak point!

“Looks like my Pet isn’t just dishonest with her mouth.”

Lucia withdrew her hand.

“Even your courage is so small.”

Lilia shrank, tears welling up.

“Ugh… it hurts… meow…”

Tears dripped down.

Soon, they soaked Lucia’s Black Silk Nightgown.

“Now you know pain?”

Lucia stopped her hand.

“When you ambushed me just now, weren’t you bold enough?”

“I was wrong, meow…”

Lilia’s voice was all sobs, sounding pitiful to the extreme.

“I won’t dare anymore, meow…”

She was truly regretful.

If she’d known this perverted Demon King wasn’t asleep at all…

She wouldn’t dare to use ‘Millennium Kill’ to court death even if beaten to death!

Now, not only did revenge fail, she got caught and punished—how humiliating!

“You say you won’t dare anymore with your mouth—”

Lucia pulled her into her arms, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

“But who knows what new revenge plans you’re scheming in your heart.”

“I’m not! Meow!”

Lilia shook her head quickly.

“I swear! From now on, I’ll be the most obedient Little Kitten, meow!”

“Is that so?”

Lucia reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the back of her neck.

A helpless, soft, and urgent cry escaped Lilia’s throat.

It was the instinctive reaction of felines when their napes are gripped.

Her mind buzzed and went blank.

This… this is cheating, isn’t it?!

“Looks like your body is much more honest than your mouth.”

Lucia laughed, gazing at the Little Kitten in her arms that instantly became docile.

She gently stroked Lilia’s back, helping her calm her breathing.

Lilia wanted to struggle, but her body was as soft as mud, unable to muster any strength.

It was an absolute obedience from deep within her bloodline, towards the strong.

“Don’t, meow…”

All she could make were broken whimpers.

Her breathing was rapid, cheeks flushing red enough to drip blood.

“Don’t what?”

Lucia’s voice lured her.

“Why not?”

Lucia’s fingers kneaded her nape, not too hard or soft.

Lilia completely collapsed in Lucia’s embrace.

“Today’s Punishment worked well.”

Lucia released her, letting her lean against her.

Lilia gasped for breath.

She didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

Lucia held her securely, letting her rest comfortably against her chest.

“Alright, that’s the end of today’s Lesson.”

Her voice was much gentler than usual.

Lilia leaned into Lucia’s warm embrace.

Breathing in that familiar, calming, cool scent, her consciousness faded.

The exhaustion and strange weakness in her body made her drowsy.

“Sleep.”

Lucia stroked her Silver Hair.

“Tomorrow… we have even more interesting things to do.”

More… interesting things?

Half-awake and half-asleep, Lilia wondered in a daze.

Just how many ways does this perverted Demon King have to torment people?

But she had no strength left to think, her eyelids growing heavier.

To the sound of Lucia’s steady heartbeat, she drifted into dreams.

In her dream, she finally succeeded in turning the tables.

She pinned Lucia to a chair…

Sleeping, Lilia’s lips curled up.

She even let out a few silly giggles, her tail swishing under the blanket.

Lucia looked down at the little fool grinning in her arms, raising an eyebrow.

Interesting—rebelling even in dreams.

She lifted her hand, fingertip tapping Lilia’s forehead lightly, pure black Magic Power flooding into the Dream.

The next second—

Inside the Dream, Lilia was holding a Little Spray Bottle, ready to execute Lucia, who was tied to a chair.

So satisfying! So satisfying!

She was about to make Lucia crawl and meow like a cat when suddenly—the scene twisted.

When she came to her senses—

She was the one tied to a Pillar in the center of the Garden, wearing that damned White Catgirl Outfit.

Lucia stood before her, holding a Little Spray Bottle filled with water.

“You tell me—”

Lucia’s voice echoed in the Dream.

“Should I spray your face first, or your ears?”

Dream Lilia struggled in terror.

A chill mist of water sprayed over.

“Meow ahhhhhh—!”

In reality, Lilia convulsed sharply in Lucia’s arms.

Her tail puffed up, standing ramrod straight.

Lucia withdrew her finger, a flicker of delight passing through her blood-red eyes.

“What a… forgetful little thing.”

(This chapter was changed a bit because it couldn’t pass Shenhe before.)

(Deleted too much, so it wasn’t enough words, posting lyrics.)

(The Saint Sword shatters in the palm, light ashes scattering

Divine Power pulled into broken threads

Seven-Foot Bones crushed in her grasp

Squeezing Silver Hair to fall over shoulders

Iron bones turn soft, even breathing is sweet

The Demon King’s fingertips trace my neck

The great bed holds collapsing dignity, ground to dust

Is this trial Calamity or Sin?)