Her back slammed heavily into the soft mattress.
The immense springiness tossed her up before she fell back weakly.
Before Lilia could react, Lucia pressed down on her.
The bed sagged sharply to one side.
Lucia’s hands braced on either side of her body, trapping her between herself and the bed.
That cold fragrance, mixed with an irresistible pressure, invaded her nostrils.
The brief victory at the bottom of the hot spring pool just now vanished instantly.
“The real punishment?”
Lilia lay paralyzed on the bed, her mind still a bit dazed.
That wasn’t the punishment just now? Then what was it?
She looked at Lucia looming over her, that face magnifying before her eyes.
Something was churning in those red eyes, making her heart skip a beat.
Lilia’s heart raced at a terrifying speed.
She knew very well that what was about to happen would be scarier than anything before.
“What… what exactly do you want to do? Meow?”
Her voice was hoarse from crying, sounding very weak.
Lucia didn’t answer.
She reached out, her cool fingertips landing on Lilia’s forehead.
They slid down slowly, passing the tip of her nose, and finally stopped on her lips.
The touch was cold yet triggered a wave of shivering.
“Your lips are very soft,” Lucia said, her voice low.
“I wonder what they taste like.”
Lilia’s entire body stiffened, and her breath stopped.
What… what did she want to do?!
Taste them?
“No… don’t… meow!”
Lilia’s mind went blank as she twisted her head desperately, trying to dodge the finger wandering over her lips.
But her head was pressed against the pillow; there was nowhere to run.
Lucia’s finger followed her lip line, tracing the shape unhurriedly.
Then, she pressed lightly on the tubercle of her lip.
The pressure was light, yet Lilia felt a surge of humiliation.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Lucia’s voice was very soft.
“I’m just… a little curious.”
She leaned down, moving closer.
Their noses almost touched.
Lilia could clearly see the other woman’s long eyelashes trembling slightly.
That fragrance surrounded her once again.
It was over.
Lilia gave up resisting.
She could only watch helplessly as that face drew closer and closer until her own reflection filled the other’s pupils.
Then, something soft and cold pressed against her lips.
There were no rough movements, nor was it a punishment.
It was just a very light, soft pressing of lips.
Lucia’s lips were soft and cold.
That icy sensation made Lilia’s whole body flush hot, and her limbs went weak.
Lilia was completely stunned.
She forgot to resist, forgot to struggle, and even forgot to breathe.
She lay there stiffly, letting the other person do as she pleased.
Lucia was satisfied with her reaction and deepened the kiss.
It was no longer a simple touch.
Something wet and slick pried open her teeth, forcing its way in.
“Mmph…!”
Lilia’s body tensed uncontrollably.
A tingling sensation surged up from her tailbone, instantly spreading throughout her body.
A faint whimper escaped her throat.
There was pain in that sound, but also a pleasure she was unwilling to admit.
Just then, a sudden flurry of hurried footsteps and a commotion came from outside the door.
“Your Majesty! Urgent military intelligence!”
An anxious voice called from outside.
“A Level 3 Abnormal Fluctuation has appeared at the Western Border Abyss Crack! The Seventh Legion and Ninth Legion have completely lost contact!”
“Energy is tearing through space; we must immediately—”
This was followed by Lord Lilith’s cold voice.
“No one is allowed inside without Her Majesty’s orders!”
“But Lord Lilith! This concerns the stability of the entire Eternal Night Realm—”
“Withdraw.”
Lord Lilith’s voice was filled with killing intent.
The voices outside stopped abruptly.
But the romantic atmosphere in the room was shattered.
Lilia suddenly snapped back to her senses.
What… was she doing just now?
She was actually enjoying this pervert’s kiss?
She actually… felt pleasure?
“Get off! Meow!”
Using all her strength, she jerked her head to the side, dodging Lucia’s lips.
Then, she pulled up her knees, recklessly striking toward Lucia’s lower abdomen.
But—
Her knee was forcibly stopped just a centimeter away from Lucia, unable to advance even a fraction more.
“It seems my little pet has woken up.”
Lucia straightened her body slowly, looking at the little thing beneath her who was flushed red, teary-eyed, yet still glaring.
She didn’t seem at all displeased about being interrupted.
“How did that feel just now?”
She reached out, her fingertip gently brushing across Lilia’s swollen lips.
“Was it… very comfortable?”
“In your dreams! Meow!”
Lilia trembled with rage, her voice cracking.
“I’m telling you! I was just… just acting! Meow!”
She stiffened her neck, looking defiant.
“I just wanted to make you lower your guard so I could take the chance to kill you! Meow!”
“Is that so?”
Lucia smiled, her expression full of mockery.
“Then your acting skills are truly impressive.”
She leaned down, once again getting close to Lilia’s ear, her warm breath making the base of Lilia’s ear turn hot.
“Even your body’s reaction was acted out so realistically.”
Lilia’s face turned beet red.
She wanted to argue, but she couldn’t say a single word.
Her body had indeed betrayed her.
“Since you like ‘acting’ so much,” Lucia’s voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of temptation, “then let’s… do it again.”
As she spoke, she lowered her head once more.
One hand tangled into the long silver hair at the back of Lilia’s head, pulling tight to force her to tilt her face up.
“This time, let me see how good your ‘acting’ can be.”
Those lips pressed down once again.
Lilia’s mind went blank.
Again?!
Was this pervert crazy?!
Her subordinate had just been eavesdropping outside the door.
She didn’t feel a thing and wanted to continue?!
“I don’t want to! Meow!”
Survival instinct gave Lilia a final burst of strength.
She twisted desperately on the bed, her limbs flailing.
“Let me go! You shameless pervert! Meow!”
“Shameless?”
Lucia chuckled, her grip on the chin tightening slightly to force her to look directly at her.
“My little pet, have you forgotten that you are my property?”
That one sentence turned Lilia cold all over.
“It is perfectly natural to do anything to one’s own property.”
Lilia’s body suddenly stopped moving.
The struggling, resisting, and anger all vanished.
She lay there as if resigned to her fate, her whole being going limp.
The light in her eyes died out, becoming hollow.
“That’s better.”
Lucia was very satisfied with her submissiveness.
She released her grip on her chin.
She liked seeing this little cat bare her claws and struggle, but she enjoyed this look of despair after she had been crushed even more.
This transformation gave her a sense of pleasure from being in total control.
She leaned down again, prepared to taste the fruit of victory.
Her black hair fell, brushing against Lilia’s cheek.
Their breaths intertwined once more.
However, at the very moment those lips were about to touch hers—
Lilia, who had been lying there in deathly silence, moved.
She jerked her head up and opened her mouth.
Then, she bit down hard on the two lips that were about to bully her!
No hesitation, no testing, only a surge of ferocity!
“Ugh!”
Lucia’s body stiffened, and a muffled groan escaped her throat.
She instinctively wanted to pull back, but it was too late.
Lilia’s teeth were firmly embedded in her lower lip.
A sharp pain radiated from her lips.
Immediately after, a metallic taste spread in both their mouths.
It was blood.
The blood of the Demon King.
The entire room went silent instantly.
Lucia froze.
She remained in the position of being bitten, motionless.
She had been bitten.
Bitten by the little pet she regarded as a plaything.
And she had even drawn blood.
In this Eternal Night Palace, in her three hundred years of rule, this had never happened.
Let alone an injury; anything that could make her feel pain had long since been wiped out by her.
But now…
She lowered her eyes, looking at the little thing beneath her who was shaking all over with closed eyes.
Tears still clung to her long eyelashes, making her look incredibly pitiful.
But the strength biting her lip didn’t relax at all.
Instead, it tightened, as if she wanted to tear a piece of flesh off.
This wasn’t resistance; it was using the most primitive method to tell her that she would never surrender.
A strange sting mixed with a sense of excitement surged from the depths of Lucia’s heart, rushing through her body.
Interesting.
So interesting.
She thought this little cat’s claws had been filed down.
She thought that bit of dignity had been completely dismantled by her.
She didn’t expect that in the deepest despair, she could still bare her teeth.
Lucia smiled.
In that smile was surprise, praise, and an even more dangerous possessiveness.
She reached out, not to push Lilia away, but to gently stroke her trembling back.
Then, she did something that made Lilia’s brain stop functioning.
She extended her tongue and, across Lilia’s two rows of small teeth, licked her own bleeding wound.
Lilia shuddered and instinctively let go.
Lucia took the opportunity to pull back, creating some distance.
She didn’t wipe it away, letting that smear of bright red slide down from her lower lip.
A look of frenzy appeared on her face.
She extended the tip of her tongue and, right in front of Lilia, unhurriedly licked the blood off her lips bit by bit.
That action was eerie and dangerous.
“The taste…” she began, her voice hoarse with a hint of lingering aftertaste. “Not bad.”
Lilia lay paralyzed on the bed, looking at the maniac before her, her mind a mess.
What… what did she just do?
She bit the Demon King.
She drew blood from the absolute ruler of this world.
And then… the Demon King ate her own blood and said it tasted good?
What… what was going on?
Shouldn’t she be furious?
Shouldn’t she kill her with one slap?
Why… did she look… happy?
Lilia’s heart sank.
That tiny sense of victory she had traded her life for vanished instantly.