Chapter 25: A Meal Served with Devotion

“No, no, no, there’s no need.”

Letitia shook her head vigorously, like a rattling drum, striving to convey her refusal.

Her body instinctively shifted backward, her arms crossing defensively, resembling a charming cat cornered.

Her back still ached; if they truly indulged, it was hard to say who would devour whom!

‘Absolutely not! No, no, no!’

“Is that so? What a pity… I was rather hoping to savor the scorching, savage sensation of my Demon Lord~.”

Noah’s delicate finger lightly tapped her rose-tinted lips, her eyes, so enchantingly soft they seemed on the verge of melting, betraying a hint of regret.

“We have a guest present, you know…”

Letitia’s dark crimson eyes subtly darted away, her unspoken meaning clear: ‘Even if I wanted to, it certainly wouldn’t be here.’

“Hmm, very well. For now, allow Noah to serve you lunch~.”

Noah opened the bento box, noticeably thicker than standard, revealing a lavish spread: fried shrimp, croquettes, vegetable salad, beef, onions… a cornucopia that, even at a glance, was enough to whet anyone’s appetite.

What’s more, Noah placed the bento box atop her own ample bosom, feeding Letitia in such a voluptuous and alluring manner that it was impossible not to feel a surge of excitement.

“My Demon Lord, ahh~~~.”

Noah delicately lifted a thin slice of beef, gracefully guiding the food into Letitia’s small mouth.

Only after Letitia had savored each chew, swallowed, and then, unable to resist, clicked her tongue twice in contentment, did Noah thoughtfully offer the next morsel.

As a Lich, Letitia’s sense of taste was far from acute, yet even so, she could discern the profound care infused into this bento.

The exquisite flavors compelled her to savor each bite, and a glow of happiness unexpectedly bloomed across her usually impassive face.

Even her dark crimson eyes now sparkled with a newfound brilliance.

Seeing Letitia enjoy her meal, Noah, too, felt a deep sense of contentment, her charming smile growing ever more captivating, like a beautiful painting brought to life.

Abraham, having been unburdened the moment Noah took her seat, slowly savored his own bento box. Watching the feeding ‘play’ between the two beautiful girls across from him, he inexplicably felt quite full.

The bento in his hands was simple and unpretentious: a soft-boiled egg, braised beef with onions in sauce, and a few lettuce leaves.

It offered a natural sweetness on the palate, a flavor that brought a delightful sense of mental pleasure.

Despite its simplicity, Abraham ate with profound satisfaction.

He could sense Noah’s thoughtful hospitality; the subtle sweetness was proof that she had inquired about the tastes of a succubus, or perhaps made an educated guess based on her own palate.

Regardless, Abraham perceived the diligent and focused intent of the person who had prepared this bento.

He couldn’t help but raise his head, carefully scrutinizing the Saintess who was nestled intimately with the Demon Lord.

Her delicate features, supple form, slender limbs, and the aura of sanctity and grace that emanated from her every gesture, all conspired to captivate him.

Abraham noticed that Noah, from beginning to end, had not truly focused her attention on him. Even now, aware of his gaze, she showed no genuine sign of being bothered.

Abraham realized that this Saintess was not an impolite individual who would simply disregard others. She held her guests in high regard and possessed her own particular brand of hospitality.

It was simply that her entire heart and soul were devoted solely to her Demon Lord.

Setting down the empty bento box, Abraham took a gentle sip of tea. As he watched Noah’s beatific, joyful smile while she fed the Demon Lord, he found himself momentarily lost in thought.

‘Her Majesty the Demon Lord’s taste is truly as impeccable as ever,’ Abraham mused silently.

“Your Majesty, since lunch has concluded, I shall take my leave.”

Having found his answers, Abraham had no desire to linger and intrude upon the intimate moment between the two. He rose, offering his respects to Letitia, who was still being fed.

“Very well, you may go.”

Noah, sensing the cue, subtly slowed her feeding. Letitia cast a fleeting glance at the impeccably polite Abraham, her voice calm and even.

“My Demon Lord~, come~, ahh~~~.”

Once Abraham had pushed the door open and departed, Noah shed all pretense.

Her ample bosom pressed even closer to Letitia’s body as she picked up a croquette, poised to deliver it to Letitia’s lips.

“Grumble, grumble, grumble….”

Just then, an ill-timed rumble echoed through the room.

Noah’s hand, holding the food, froze abruptly, her gentle smile stiffening into an awkward grimace. Her rose-tinted eyes widened slightly, and her soft, delicate frame trembled almost imperceptibly.

“Noah, you haven’t eaten anything since this morning, have you?”

Recalling the time they had risen that morning, and then observing the lavish lunch before them, Letitia instantly pieced together the truth.

She suddenly felt a pang of anger, directed both at Noah and at herself.

“Uh… well, because I wanted to see Your Majesty… looking so adorable, genuinely enjoying the delicious food, I just accidentally…”

Experiencing Letitia’s anger for the first time, Noah couldn’t help but feel a surge of panic.

She tilted her head slightly, like a little girl caught in a misdemeanor, nervously twirling a strand of her soft hair at her temple as she spoke with utmost caution.

Discovering Noah’s disregard for her own well-being, Letitia’s expression darkened.

She snatched the chopsticks from Noah’s hand, steadied the bento box resting on Noah’s bosom, and brought the food, originally meant for her own mouth, to Noah’s lips instead.

“Eh?”

Noah’s rose-tinted eyes looked slightly bewildered, as if she hadn’t anticipated such a turn of events, and a flush of crimson spread across her face, almost steaming with warmth.

“Eat. I’ll feed you.”

Emulating Noah’s earlier actions, Letitia carefully regulated the pace of feeding.

Unsure of the differences between human senses and her own, she deliberately allowed a little extra time for swallowing before carefully offering the next piece.

The lavish bento had originally contained more than two servings. Given Letitia’s constitution, she could have easily consumed the equivalent of an entire ox.

Yet, she was now grateful that Noah had prepared a little extra, for even the remaining third was enough to satisfy a young woman completely.

“Mmm…”

It was almost inconceivable: Noah, who could remain utterly unfazed even when pinned down in bed for a romp, was now, simply by being fed, reduced to a state of swirling, dazed eyes.

She ate the food offered by her Demon Lord in delicate, small bites, her charming face flushed with a deep, shy blush.

“As a human, you are different from us. You must take better care of your body and not prioritize others’ feelings above your own.”

Letitia imparted her earnest advice, bringing food to Noah’s mouth, completely absorbed in serving her adorable little ‘dutiful wife.’

The bento box was soon empty. Gazing at Noah, who now reclined contentedly on the sofa, limp as a sleepy kitten, Letitia smiled softly.

‘This kind of everyday life doesn’t seem so bad, does it?’

Letitia felt a sense of relaxation she had never known before, musing with a lingering contentment.