Chapter 19: Treatment

The Demon King looked at Vera’s forced smile, yet there was not the slightest hint of mirth in her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand and gently rubbed the vampire’s hair with her fingertips, her movements tender.

“Vera, what’s wrong?”

Vera trembled all over and hurriedly lifted her head, trying her best to put on a bright smile.

“It’s nothing, Morgana-sis! I’m fine, really! I’m not sad at all!”

Yet there was still a trace of moisture lingering at the corner of her eyes, and her fingers trembled faintly—things that could never escape the Demon King’s gaze.

Morgana let out a soft laugh and suddenly reached out, lightly lifting Vera’s chin with her fingertip, forcing her to meet her eyes.

“Vera.”

Her voice was gentle, yet carried an inescapable pressure.

“In front of me, you have no secrets.”

She paused, her fingertip lightly tracing along Vera’s lips, as if sealing them—or bestowing something upon her.

“Knowing that you’re hurt… makes me sad as well.”

Hearing those words, Vera’s heart clenched sharply, as though struck hard by something warm.

Her eyes instantly reddened, her breath caught, and her whole body began to tremble as if an electric current had run through her.

“Morgana-sis… actually said she’s… sad too?”

Before she could even process it, the Demon King leaned down—

“Peck.”

A soft kiss landed on her cheek.

“Vera.”

The Demon King straightened up, her voice so gentle it felt capable of melting steel.

“You’re important, and you’ve worked very hard.”

Her fingertip still rested beneath Vera’s chin, her gaze deep and steady.

“I can’t really give you many good things… is there anything you want?”

Vera was completely shattered by that single kiss.

Her mind went blank, her cheeks burning red, her pupils unfocused.

Her lips parted slightly, yet all that came out were broken, stammering sounds.

“N-no… there’s nothing… I… I don’t need anything… as long as I can stay by Morgana-sis’s side… that’s… that’s enough…”

She couldn’t even finish her sentences, yet her body trembled uncontrollably.

Her legs pressed tightly together, as if that one kiss alone was enough to push her to the brink.

Seeing her like this, the Demon King’s smile deepened.

She lightly tapped Vera’s nose with her fingertip.

“What an adorable Vera you are.”

Her voice was gentle, tinged with fond teasing.

“When there’s a chance in the future, I’ll be sure to reward you properly.”

The moment Vera heard the words reward you properly, her mind exploded with a loud boom.

She was completely swept away by a flood of happiness.

“Ah—this is amazing!”

“Morgana-sis said she’ll reward me properly someday! What kind of reward will it be? Deeper contact? Longer embraces? Or… will I melt completely in her arms, just like Melorin?”

Her imagination ran wild.

She pictured herself limp in the Demon King’s embrace, eyes vacant, lips smiling, her entire body soaked in two kinds of fluids, while Morgana gently told her, You’re more obedient than anyone. You deserve love more than anyone.

Just then—

A steady voice shattered the near-obsessive atmosphere.

“Lady Morgana.”

Irena stepped forward, concern filling her eyes as her gaze fell upon the limp, powerless Melorin.

“Lady Melorin like this… won’t she catch a chill?”

Hearing this, the Demon King slowly turned her head and looked at the still-weak body in her arms.

The corner of her lips curved into a meaningful smile as she lowered her head and softly asked.

“Melorin-chan, tell me… is it cold in my arms?”

Melorin had been hazy, her consciousness not fully restored.

But the moment she heard that question, she snapped awake.

“A trap!”

“She’s definitely setting a trap!”

She forced herself to calm down, her mind racing.

“If I say it’s cold… she’ll say I’m ungrateful, complaining even while being held by her—and punish me.”

“If I say it’s not cold… she’ll accuse me of being dishonest…”

She bit down on her lower lip, her fingers digging into her palm, and finally made her decision—

Only by following her logic could she survive.

She weakly lifted her head, her voice hoarse, yet she forced out a trace of obedience.

“Morgana… I… I’m not cold at all.”

The instant those words left her mouth, the Demon King’s smile stiffened slightly.

The next second—

That gentle expression turned cold.

“Melorin-chan.”

Her voice dropped, laced with disappointed reproach.

“Why are you being so disobedient?”

Her fingertip lightly brushed across the girl’s cheek.

The touch was still gentle—yet it sent a chill through Melorin’s entire body.

“Not honest at all… it seems you didn’t study properly in today’s lesson.”

Hearing this, Melorin’s heart sank heavily, as if a massive stone had pressed down on her chest.

“It’s over… it’s starting again…”

She clenched her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to use pain to preserve the last shred of clarity.

She knew this wasn’t the end of punishment—

It was the beginning of another round of torment.

She roared inwardly.

“Damn Demon King! Damn Morgana! You never gave me a choice! Saying I’m cold is wrong, saying I’m not cold is wrong—everything is wrong! You just want me to suffer! Is this my fate now? To be toyed with forever in your palm?”

Anger flared in her eyes—only to be crushed instantly by fear.

She didn’t dare show it.

She barely even dared to breathe.

Yet the Demon King had already seen through the turmoil in her heart.

She looked down at Melorin’s face, filled with suppressed rage and restraint, smiling as though admiring a moth trapped inside a glass jar.

“Melorin-chan.”

Her voice was gentle, tinged with concern.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look so uncomfortable?”

She paused, her fingertips lightly stroking the girl’s tense face—half pity, half provocation.

“You didn’t study well today… is it because you’re not feeling well?”

Melorin froze.

Her mind raced.

“An opening?”

She instantly realized—

The Demon King had given her a step to climb down.

Not to save her, but to make her walk willingly into the next trap.

But she had no other choice.

She forced out a weak smile, her voice hoarse yet deliberately obedient.

“Yes… Morgana… I was actually trying to hide it… but I didn’t expect… you’d notice anyway…”

She put on an ashamed expression, lowering her head as if in confession.

Seeing her “well-behaved” look, the Demon King’s smile deepened.

She raised her hand and gently touched Melorin’s forehead, her movements as tender as caring for a sick child.

“Hmm…”

She feigned surprise with a soft sigh.

“Melorin, your temperature is quite high.”

Her fingertips slowly slid downward, stopping at the girl’s slender neck, gently rubbing.

“It seems that because you’ve just become a succubus, you’re not yet familiar with your body… some reactions are hard to control, and that’s perfectly normal.”

She paused, her voice lowering to an almost hypnotic softness.

“Let me help you… ease it a little.”

At that moment—

Vera, who had been watching from the side, was already burning all over, her eyes unfocused, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt.

Watching the Demon King’s meticulous care for Melorin made her heart feel like it was about to explode.

“Morgana-sis is really too kind…”

“Even a defeated one can receive such gentle treatment…”

“I want to be a defeated one too! I want to be treated!”

She even imagined herself kneeling before the Demon King, weakly saying my body feels so bad, only to be gently lifted and carried into that bedroom meant only for her…

As if sensing her agitation, the Demon King suddenly turned and looked straight at her.

“Vera, what’s wrong?”

Her voice was soft, tinged with concern.

“Your face… why is it so red? Are you feeling unwell?”

Vera shuddered, like a child caught on the spot.

But instead of retreating, she leaned into it, rushing forward to cling tightly to the Demon King’s arm, her voice trembling with desire.

“Yes, Morgana-sis… my body really feels awful…”

She lifted her face, fanatic light flickering in her crimson eyes.

“If I don’t receive Morgana-sis’s treatment… I don’t know how I’ll ease it… my body feels so itchy… so uncomfortable…”

As she spoke, her legs pressed together unconsciously, her fingers digging into the Demon King’s sleeve, as if holding back an impending surge of pleasure.

Seeing her like this, the Demon King’s smile deepened.

She slowly swept her gaze over the two of them—

One limp and powerless.

One feverish and desperate.

“Since…”

Her voice was low, carrying indulgent helplessness.

“Both Vera and Melorin are feeling unwell…”

She paused, the corner of her lips curving into a dangerous arc.

“Then it just so happens… that we can go to my bedroom, and I’ll treat you properly.”

The instant Vera heard this, she was struck as if by lightning.

Her eyes unfocused completely, her voice trembling with excitement.

“I… I’m so lucky! Thank you, Morgana-sis!”

She even wanted to immediately kneel and kiss the Demon King’s feet—

Only to be gently pressed down by Irena’s hand on her shoulder, reminding her to restrain herself.

Seeing Vera’s ecstasy, the Demon King shook her head with a smile, her voice as gentle as if soothing a child.

“There’s no need… taking care of you is only natural.”