Chapter 2: The Saintess’s Transformation

“A contract?”

Bai Tong’s face was etched with confusion. Yet, before she could even process the thought, the onset of a profound transformation enveloped her.

“Ugh! Hah… Haaah…”

Her beautiful eyes, half-lidded and clouded with a misty sheen, struggled to discern anything ahead.

Her skin, once as fair and smooth as milk, now flushed an alluring pink as the restrained Saintess writhed in unbearable torment.

Bai Tong averted her gaze, as if unwilling for anyone to witness her reactions—a struggle between her desire to endure and the undeniable honesty of her body.

Letitia nodded with satisfaction. “Come, Astolfo,” she commanded, leading her maid out of the room.

“Wait! Don’t leave…”

Bai Tong’s plea was uttered in a voice bordering on entreaty, her soft, sweet tones laced with an irresistible yearning, causing the chains binding her wrists to clatter and groan.

Click.

The Demon Lordess paid no heed to the girl’s desperate reaction, closing the door without a moment’s hesitation, leaving the restrained Saintess to writhe in the opulent room, utterly unable to satiate her burgeoning desires.

“My Lady Demon Lord, is this… truly appropriate?”

Astolfo, the personal maid, voiced her concern, noting, “That is an elixir capable of draining an entire nation dry, meant for a succubus.”

“It matters not,” Letitia replied with a light chuckle. “If she cannot endure it, then she simply lacks the qualifications. Now that my heart has been stirred, even for a moment, I naturally desire the most perfect woman.”

“Though she is already quite perfect, I still wish for her to become even more so. Astolfo, what time is it now?”

“Six o’clock in the evening, Your Majesty.”

Astolfo bowed slightly, answering with utmost reverence.

“Then we shall wait five hours. At eleven o’clock, if she can still maintain her sanity upon my return, I shall name her my Queen.”

Letitia’s lips curled into a faint smile, her beautiful eyes narrowing, evoking a serpentine grin.

“The Saintess is, after all, the most exceptional being among humanity. She must not disappoint me.”

Astolfo’s brows furrowed slightly, yet she remained silent.

A faint sense of unease settled upon her; she had a premonition that the Demon Lord’s decision would lead to lifelong regret.

“What are our arrangements next? A military council? An audience with ministers? Or perhaps official duties?”

Having finally obtained that which she had long yearned for, Letitia’s nerves involuntarily relaxed, and the smile playing on her lips became impossible to conceal.

“It is a banquet hosted by the lords, celebrating the commencement of the war against the Holy Church Empire and the triumphant success of our first battle.”

Astolfo delivered the information with a tone of utmost professionalism.

“Honestly, is the annihilation of our vanguard truly such a cause for celebration for them? There’s a limit to popping champagne bottles mid-game; underestimating humanity can lead to severe losses.”

Letitia sighed, then shifted her tone.

“However, my mood is quite pleasant today, so I suppose I’ll humor those self-serving lords.”

‘I suspect they merely perceived your happiness and sought an excuse to celebrate,’ the taciturn maid mused silently, her insight keen.

***

“Haaah… haaah…”

‘So hot… so hot….’

Lost in a haze of chaotic thoughts, Bai Tong had struggled for an indeterminate period; her weakened limbs had long since ceased to resist, and her breathing grew shallow.

Yet, the searing sensation, far from abating, intensified with every passing moment.

The pink radiance coalesced into a faint, rosy imprint, and Bai Tong, her eyes now vacant and hollow, had ceased all conscious thought, her melting mind yielding entirely to primal instinct.

Panting heavily, her ravaged brain held but a single thought.

The instant she inhabited this body, she had gained all of Noah’s memories. Now, under the elixir’s influence, these recollections sharpened with startling clarity, as if she were reliving an entire lifetime.

From innocence to maturity, from naivety to stark reality… Noah’s entire existence was now vividly etched deep into the body’s very instincts.

Meanwhile, Bai Tong’s own memories intertwined, steadily eroding her clarity of thought and blurring her recollections.

The memories of two distinct individuals mingled, shattered by the melting heat, then gradually reassembled, transforming every previous desire and longing.

Her very sense of self was utterly repainted by the overwhelming tide of desire.

Ultimately, she could no longer distinguish whether she was Bai Tong or Noah.

On a raised finger, a delicate ring emitted a faint blue glow. Within the increasingly heated pink room, the ring’s cool, floral scent helped the Saintess gradually cling to her sanity amidst the torrent of desire.

Pink currents flowed languidly around the Saintess, slowly merging with her, blurring all distinctions.

The Saintess’s intensely potent, sacred, and pure divine energy, in its continuous intermingling and fusion with the pink aura, began to transform, becoming as bewitching and seductive as demonic energy.

Her once human ears elongated into pointed elven ears, while large, smooth, ram-like horns spiraled from the sides of her head. Behind her, a slender tail, tipped with a heart shape, unfurled.

Her body, already far from innocent, became even more irresistibly captivating under this new aura—a perfect masterpiece where purity and depravity had flawlessly converged.

Her small, boneless hands effortlessly slipped free from the chains specifically designed to imprison divine energy.

“Ahhh… My Lady Demon Lord…”

Noah’s pink eyes gradually cleared, her delicate breaths evening out. Long eyelashes veiled her half-lidded, beautiful eyes, subtly revealing pupils that had transformed into heart shapes.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, as if she had savored fine wine, and a boundless delight graced her smile.

It was as if she anticipated the unfolding events with immense eagerness.

“My Lady Demon Lord… the one who transformed me into this… Heheheh~”

“You… are ready, aren’t you?”

***

“Astolfo, during the banquet, did you check on the Saintess?”

At eleven o’clock that evening, after the banquet concluded, Letitia walked through the corridors of the Demon Lord’s castle, posing the question to her personal maid beside her.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The humble maid did not deny it.

“And what was the Saintess’s condition?” Letitia inquired with keen interest.

Astolfo pondered for a moment, a slight frown creasing her brow.

Regarding the Saintess’s appearance just moments ago, it seemed she had forgotten something.

Yet, when she attempted to delve deeper into the matter, she found herself, for reasons unknown, unwilling to explore the cause of her forgetfulness.

It was as if her body’s primal instinct recoiled from the thought.

She quietly replied, “There were no abnormalities, Your Majesty.”

“No abnormalities, hmm~~, no abnormalities at all.”

Letitia seemed utterly fascinated by this response, her anticipation for the scene behind the door escalating.

‘If she has regained her senses, she will surely appear humiliated and utterly incapable of resistance, destined to submit to me for eternity….’

As this thought crossed her mind, the young Demon Lord’s smile grew even more delighted.

Arriving at the entrance to her own bedchambers, Letitia composed herself, allowing her emotions to simmer. As she twisted the doorknob, she contemplated the various methods she would employ to ‘train’ the steadfast Saintess.

Clang!

With a sharp clang, before Letitia could even react, a pair of magic-patterned handcuffs clamped onto her wrists.

Instantly, a profound weakness overwhelmed her; she found herself unable to wield any of her demonic energy, transforming her into a fragile maiden, matching her delicate appearance.

An alluring, fragrant breeze invaded her nostrils. The figure inside roughly shoved her onto the bed, a flash of pink light in their eyes, and addressed the personal maid outside the door:

“Until I emerge tomorrow morning, allow no one to enter here.”

A flash of pink light also appeared in Astolfo’s eyes, her pupils similarly transforming into pink heart shapes.

“I obey your command, Lady Noah.”

She curtsied slightly, speaking with an even greater reverence.

Thump!

The distinct thud of the door closing vibrated through Letitia’s uneasy heartstrings. By the faint light, she glimpsed the tantalizing silhouette—it was Noah, who had, at some unknown point, shed her restraints.

“You…”

Letitia’s pupils dilated slightly. Before she could utter another word, Noah leaned over her, placing a delicate finger to her lips, winking playfully as she spoke:

“Quiet now, My Lady Demon Lord.”

“Tonight… we have many things we can do, to truly enjoy ourselves~”