Chapter 3: The Demon Lord’s Humiliation

“What are you trying to do… Mmph!”

Before Letitia could utter a sound, her mouth was sealed.

Noah, her beautiful eyes half-lidded, leaned over the Demon Lord, the exquisite sensation causing Letitia’s eyes to widen dramatically.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

Letitia attempted to resist, to break free, yet she found her magic steadily draining away, her thoughts slowly dissolving, and her struggling consciousness gradually melting into oblivion.

A flicker of panic began to stir within her, only for her to realize her body was no longer her own; that touch seemed to possess a strange, potent magic, utterly seizing control of her.

“Phew…”

Exhaling softly, Noah settled onto Letitia’s lap, her gaze fixed on the young Demon Lord before her, her eyes brimming with pure delight.

“My Lady Demon Lord~, how does this feel~? Isn’t it just utterly delightful~?”

“How could… this be!”

Letitia gasped for breath, and despite her utter weakness, she defiantly retorted.

“Oh?”

Noah’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she subtly swayed her hips, a dazzling radiance emanating from her movements.

“No, I’m honored… Wait!”

Letitia’s eyes glazed over for a fleeting moment before snapping back into sharp focus.

‘I almost acquired a new attribute for myself,’ Letitia thought, a bitter taste in her mouth.

She simply couldn’t comprehend it: how could the combination of the “Essence of the Moon” and a forced s*ave contract, which should have utterly transformed Noah into her pliable plaything, have instead resulted in her being pinned beneath Noah?

“Haa… Haaaaaaaah…..”

As Letitia’s mind raced with chaotic thoughts, Noah continued to emit soft, delicate breaths, her face flushed with a vibrant crimson, the restless heat seemingly causing her considerable discomfort.

“My Lady Demon Lord’s skin… it’s so cool and smooth, I love it so much…”

“Truly worthy of a lich, or rather, an immortal, over a thousand years old~ Hehehe.”

A sensuous smile played on Noah’s lips, her heart-shaped tail swayed with delight, and the still-present sigil had lost its former power.

Yet, the faintly glowing sensation was undeniably more alluring than ever before.

“Do you know, My Lady Demon Lord, the burning heat you feel now is but a fraction of mine….”

“My Lady Demon Lord is truly naughty, leaving me alone in the room to savor the agony of desire unfulfilled, that torment of restraint felt as though it would tear my heart apart, it was so unbearable…”

“My Lady Demon Lord is such a bad girl, and bad girls… must be properly punished~”

Noah’s pink, heart-shaped eyes were filled with the wistful longing of desire unfulfilled, but even more so, with an boundless pleasure that had blossomed after enduring to the absolute limit.

From this perspective, Letitia had indeed achieved her desired outcome; however, the subsequent developments stemming from that result were utterly beyond her control.

“No, don’t!”

No matter how much Letitia wished to deny it, she had to concede that she had overplayed her hand, and what awaited her now was the harsh reality.

“It’s alright, My Lady Demon Lord, I forgive you. This way, we can be together, always and forever~.”

Noah knelt beside the Demon Lord, like a contented cat, her face alight with a blissful smile.

She whispered softly into the Demon Lord’s ear, as if in a dream.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”

To this, Letitia could only offer a feeble protest.

***

The faint glow of dawn pierced through the unclosed curtains, spilling into the Demon Lord’s bedchamber.

“Mmm…”

Noah let out a soft, muddled hum, feeling utterly languid yet wonderfully content.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, her consciousness gradually sharpening.

“Huh? Where is this place?”

Noah gazed at the unfamiliar room, blinking, then instinctively reached to touch the sides of her head, where her horns had vanished.

Not only that, but her tail, too, had disappeared, and the heart shapes in her eyes had reverted to clear, pink irises.

A soft, steady breathing drew Noah’s attention.

She glanced to her side, where the young Demon Lord lay, her clothes disheveled, her eyes vacant, motionless in despair.

Noticing Noah’s gaze, the young woman subtly turned her face away, averting her eyes in a small act of defiance.

‘It’s over, my career as a Demon Lord… completely finished…’

‘My final line of defense, treasured for three millennia… just like that, it’s been breached… Wuwuwu… so humiliating…’

Though she spoke of humiliation, not a trace of a ruler’s majesty or anger remained in Letitia’s voice, only a hollow resignation.

“Your Majesty, it’s time to rise…!”

Pushing open the door, Astolfo stared at the utterly surreal scene within the room, her thoughts seizing up instantly.

The Demon Lord she had served for centuries lay disheveled, shackled to the headboard like a fish stranded on land, her face drawn and pale, faint streaks of tears still visible upon it.

Meanwhile, the Saintess, who should have been imprisoned, appeared vibrant and energetic; though her holy robe remained as revealing as ever, the clear power dynamic between the two was unmistakable.

Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, Astolfo’s mind simply crashed.

“Oh dear, has the effect worn off?”

Noah instantly grasped what had happened, and with a touch of helplessness, she ran a hand over the spot where her horns had been, her pink irises shifting back into heart shapes.

A pink glow flashed in Astolfo’s eyes, and she bowed slightly.

“My apologies for the intrusion. Please ensure this does not interfere with official duties.”

“Hey! Wait! Astolfo! Save me!”

With her last hope about to vanish, Letitia screamed with all her might, feeling as though she had never, in her three millennia as a lich, cried out with such raw, desperate energy.

“Your Majesty.”

The personal maid cast a glance at Letitia on the bed, her expression a mix of pity and concern, then bowed slightly and spoke.

“Though it’s not my place to say this, but… you are truly too disgraceful.”

Having delivered her words, Astolfo departed, leaving behind only the vacant-eyed Demon Lord and the serenely smiling Saintess.