Chapter 15: A Demon Lord’s Devotion

“?”

Noah, upon hearing Letitia’s question, which bordered on a confession, tilted her head in confusion.

She then immediately broke into a charming smile, her eyebrows arching like those of a mischievous fox.

“Oh my, could it be that Your Majesty the Demon Lord is feeling a slight sense of insecurity about your standing in my heart?”

“No, it’s not that, I…”

Letitia hesitated, her words trailing off.

In truth, she was simply afraid.

Noah had seamlessly integrated the Essence of the Moon into her very being.

A forbidden ritual, one that ordinary individuals could scarcely hope to achieve in a lifetime, she performed with effortless grace.

Why would someone possessing such power act this way towards the very person who had abducted them?

When Letitia tried to put herself in Noah’s shoes, she found herself utterly without an answer.

If the events of last night could still be dismissed as an act of retribution, what, then, was the reason behind what was happening now?

“Have you ever considered leaving this place, or perhaps becoming the Demon Lord yourself?”

After a long moment of contemplation, Letitia spoke, her voice hushed.

She dared not ask directly, fearing Noah’s teasing.

Instead, she could only attempt to gauge Noah’s true intentions through such indirect questions.

What awaited her was Noah turning her around, her slender hands gently pressing upon Letitia’s delicate shoulders.

Then, as Letitia looked on with a bewildered gaze, Noah leaned in and pressed her lips against hers.

“Mmmph! Mmmph…”

A film of mist clouded Letitia’s eyes.

She found herself pressed against the edge of the bathtub, restrained by the Saintess’s body.

Once again, a searing heat threatened to melt away her very thoughts.

Her senses, heightened by the warm water, registered the sensation as almost scalding.

Letitia’s gaze grew hazy.

Compared to the sweet, decadent abyss of the previous night, this kiss was undeniably wilder, more forceful, imbued with an undeniable compulsion and dominance.

It left her consciousness powerless to resist, only able to helplessly succumb.

Within the swirling steam, the faint milky fragrance grew increasingly rich.

Though she had anticipated it, the liquid flowing across her chest, distinctly different in texture from the surrounding bathwater, could it be…?

Letitia felt her body grow even hotter.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

Noah rose to her feet, her eyes sparkling with allure as she gazed at Letitia, who lay limp in the bathtub, her expression a mix of alarm and impertinence as she looked up.

A joyful smile bloomed on Noah’s face.

“What a silly question, my dearest, dearest Demon Lord.”

Noah chuckled softly, then leaned down.

Her slender finger traced Letitia’s pink lips, and she winked one eye, speaking mischievously like a little devil:

“I have never once considered either leaving this place or becoming the Demon Lord.”

“For I am an existence you created.

As Noah, as a Saintess, as a succubus, I love you deeply.

It is for this reason that I willingly remain here, eager to become your wife and offer you a devotion meant only for you.”

Noah’s soft words, ethereal as wisps of smoke, subtly dispelled the unease and doubt that lingered in Letitia’s heart.

Still somewhat disoriented, Letitia was gently pulled by Noah’s hand to her feet, stepping out of the warm bathwater.

Noah picked up a dry towel, first roughly drying her own body.

Then, she pressed herself against Letitia, allowing them to feel the warmth of each other’s skin.

Having just taken a hot bath, both their skins were slightly flushed and warm to the touch.

Yet, it was precisely this intimate contact that brought them both immense comfort.

Their skin, so smooth and soft, naturally created a delightful sensation when pressed together.

“Um, Noah, won’t it be difficult to dry off like this?”

Finally, feeling a touch of confusion about the process, Letitia spoke, her cheeks flushed, a slight gasp escaping her lips.

Unable to use the towel herself, she could only endure the cycle of Noah drying her body, then her skin becoming damp with water from Noah’s, only to be dried once more.

“Not at all, my dear.

This is a rare opportunity to truly savor Your Majesty the Demon Lord’s body.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed sensuously, her expression one of profound pleasure.

“Or perhaps, do you have any dissatisfaction with the ministrations of your maid, Noah?”

“Naturally… there is none.”

After all, Letitia herself felt incredibly comfortable.

‘Such a subtly suggestive service, by all means, more of it please.’

While time seemed to crawl for Letitia, Noah’s movements were surprisingly swift.

As there was a risk of catching a cold if they remained undried, the entire process took less than a minute.

Once their bodies were dry, it was time to change.

Noah handed Letitia the purple gown she had prepared beforehand and meticulously helped her dress.

“Now that I think about it, Your Majesty the Demon Lord’s wardrobe seems to consist only of black, purple, and dark red.”

As she fastened the buttons on the back of Letitia’s dress, Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile played on her lips as she spoke.

“Oh, that simply won’t do!

For a young, beautiful, and lovely girl, how can your wardrobe be filled with only such monotonous colors?

Next time, I shall personally choose some outfits for Your Majesty the Demon Lord.

Perhaps… something pink?”

“Surely, clothes like that wouldn’t suit me at all?”

Letitia imagined herself in a pink gown, then retorted with a cool, dismissive tone.

“Why ever not? It’s simply that Your Majesty the Demon Lord has yet to realize the full potential of your own body.”

Noah adorned Letitia’s outfit as if dressing a doll, and Letitia, for her part, was remarkably compliant, utterly devoid of the defiant demeanor she once possessed as the Demon Lord.

“There, all done.”

Only after assisting Letitia with her dressing did Noah begin to put on her own clothes.

Her attire, naturally, was crafted using her ‘Formal Wear Creation’ skill, with the Saintess’s vestments as its foundation.

This time, however, she did not simply don her clothes in a flash of light.

Instead, she put them on piece by piece, as if deliberately showcasing each movement of her dressing to the Demon Lord.

The clothes she put on were, of course, a maid’s outfit, though it was a different style from the one she had worn earlier.

Her upper body, which had previously exposed her cleavage, was now completely covered.

The form-fitting black maid outfit accentuated the full, rounded curves of her chest to their utmost.

Her ample, spindle-shaped mounds hung heavily, yet stood proudly, as if defying gravity.

White ruffles adorned the outfit, further enhancing the girl’s delicate charm and cuteness.

However, Noah’s figure was so outrageously provocative that it exuded a sensuality unbefitting of a mere girl.

Her previously sheer white stockings had been replaced by white garter stockings, the taut garters causing her plump, snow-white thigh flesh to spill over.

Her already short miniskirt had been further abbreviated, offering tantalizing glimpses of her full, snow-white curves.

Such an outfit left Letitia staring blankly.