Chapter 18: Two Poisonous Serpents

She gently patted Melorin’s shoulder, her voice soft, carrying a considerate hint of withdrawal.

“Lady Melorin, since the Demon King is already here… then I’ll leave the rest to the Demon King.”

She smiled faintly, and in her eyes appeared a trace of understanding and fulfillment, as if saying, Enjoy yourself.

“I’ll take my leave.”

Before the words had fully fallen, she had already turned quietly and vanished swiftly into the corridor.

Melorin had just opened her mouth to stop her—

“Wait! How can you just—”

But before the words could leave her lips, there was no one in front of her.

Lilith was gone, as if she had never existed at all, completely removing herself from this confrontation.

And in the instant Melorin froze—

A warm force suddenly pulled her whole body into an embrace.

The Demon King wrapped one arm around her waist, the other supporting her trembling back, locking her firmly against her chest.

Melorin didn’t even have time to react before she was completely enveloped by that body, faintly fragrant and warm.

“What’s wrong?” Morgana whispered by her ear, her breath so hot it made Melorin shudder.

“Melorin-chan… are you thinking about something strange?”

Melorin’s cheeks burned, her heart pounding wildly.

She instinctively wanted to deny it, but her throat tightened, and all she could squeeze out was a mosquito-soft sentence.

“N–no… it’s not that… I just… need to use the bathroom…”

Hearing this, the Demon King let out a low laugh, her fingertips gently rubbing Melorin’s ear, the smile in her eyes deepening.

“You need to use the bathroom?”

She pretended to be surprised, deliberately acting like someone who had made a mistake, though the teasing glint in her eyes was impossible to hide.

“Looks like… I misunderstood you, Melorin.”

But the instant those words fell—

Melorin suddenly felt something sink deep inside her body.

What had only been a sensation of pure, magic-induced physiological pleasure quietly transformed into a very real urge to urinate, heavy and pressing against the depths of her bladder, as if she had truly been holding it in for a long time.

Her eyes flew open, shock and disbelief filling them as she stared at the Demon King.

“T–this isn’t real! I didn’t even drink any water! How could this—”

The Demon King only smiled, her eyes glittering with the light of a successful prank.

“What’s wrong?” She tilted her head innocently on purpose.

“Melorin… are you feeling a bit uncomfortable?”

Melorin bit down on her lower lip, her fingers digging into the Demon King’s arm, her voice carrying suppressed anger.

“You—”

She wanted to scold her, to shout What did you do to me, but the words reached her lips only to be swallowed back down.

Because the Demon King’s finger had already gently touched her lips, slowly rubbing them, the motion tender yet carrying a silent threat.

“What do you want to say?” She asked softly, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Melorin shuddered all over and instantly understood—

The more she said, the harsher the punishment would be.

If she dared to expose something like you forced this fake urge on me, the Demon King would definitely teach her a lesson in an even more humiliating way.

She clenched her teeth tightly, anger blazing in her eyes, yet she could only force that rage deep down, turning it into silent trembling.

But her body refused to obey.

The urge grew stronger and stronger, intertwining with the lingering sensation of pleasure inside her, creating an unprecedented torment.

Her legs pressed tightly together, her waist arched slightly, cold sweat streaming down her forehead, her mind nearly losing focus under the clash of the two sensations.

“I can’t… I really can’t hold it anymore…”

She finally broke down, grabbing the Demon King’s hand, her voice trembling with tears, her plea almost pitiful.

“Please… Lady Morgana… take me to the bathroom… I really… really need to go…”

Seeing her like this, the Demon King’s smile deepened, as if admiring a treasure that had finally been fully tamed.

“Of course, Melorin-chan.”

She gently held her hand, her fingers lightly intertwining with hers, like leading a lost child.

“Come, hold my hand… let’s go together.”

And so, in the corridor—

One tall and one small, one composed and one wretched, one strong and one weak, the two figures slowly walked toward the place that symbolized release.

But Melorin knew this would not be relief.

It was only the beginning of another torment.

Because the Demon King was walking far too slowly.

Every step felt like dancing on her taut nerves.

Her will was torn back and forth between release and endurance, every breath like walking along a blade’s edge.

“Morgana…” Her voice trembled, tearful, her fingers digging hard into the Demon King’s arm.

“Can we go faster? I really… feel so uncomfortable…”

Hearing this, the Demon King suddenly stopped.

She slowly crouched down, her movements gentle, as if treating her own lover.

She raised her hand, her fingertips softly brushing Melorin’s sweat-dampened cheek, her eyes full of concern, her voice tender.

“Melorin-chan… where does it hurt?”

She paused, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly, yet she did not expose the truth they both already knew.

“Since you’re uncomfortable…” She said softly, as if making a very thoughtful decision.

“Then let’s… walk even more slowly.”

The moment Melorin heard those words, her mind exploded with a loud boom.

“Damn Demon King! How can you treat me like this!”

She roared inwardly, her teeth grinding, her nails nearly digging into the Demon King’s flesh.

“When my revenge is finally complete, I’ll make you pay! I’ll make you pay! I’ll make you taste this humiliation, this torment, this feeling of being toyed with in front of others!”

The last spark of unwilling fire burned in her eyes—only to be extinguished instantly by a sudden voice.

“Morgana-sis—!”

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, a figure rushed over like the wind.

It was Vera.

Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, like a small beast that had finally caught up to its master, panting as she rushed to the Demon King’s side.

“You walked so fast just now! I almost couldn’t catch up!”

The Demon King laughed softly and reached out to rub her head, her gesture indulgent.

“Vera, you really came quickly. I thought you’d need a bit longer. You’re quite impressive.”

Being praised like that, Vera’s face reddened even more, the tips of her ears turning pink as she shyly lowered her head.

“Morgana-sis… it’s all because of you…”

As she spoke, she lifted her gaze, her eyes landing on Melorin, an undisguised look of scrutiny and jealousy flashing through them.

“So this is one of the brides you mentioned?” She tilted her head, her tone feigning innocence, every word sharp.

“She doesn’t look… all that special, does she?”

That not that special made Melorin’s heart tremble, but she no longer even had the strength to speak.

The dual torment had pushed her to the brink.

Her legs shook so badly she could barely stand, forcing her to bite down hard on her lower lip, using every ounce of will to preserve her last shred of dignity.

Hearing Vera’s words, the Demon King merely smiled and patted Melorin’s back, like soothing a frightened kitten.

“Yes, she is.”

Before the words even finished, Melorin suddenly felt the pressure inside her intensify sharply.

As if that gentle pat were not comfort at all, but the activation of some hidden switch.

At that moment, another set of footsteps approached.

Irena walked over slowly.

Seeing Melorin’s flushed, trembling state, she frowned slightly, concern in her voice.

“Lady Morgana… is she… unwell?”

Looking at the girl in her arms who was on the verge of collapse, the Demon King’s smile deepened, as though admiring a work of art that had finally reached perfection.

She did not answer Irena’s question.

She only pulled Melorin closer, holding her tight, allowing that trembling body to struggle and suffer within her embrace.