Chapter 42: Reflection.

The Demon King slowly rose from her seat.

Demonic power surged around her like a raging tide.

She stepped toward Lilith, who was pinned to the wall.

Each step felt as though it were trampling directly on the human heart.

“Lilith,” she said with a smile, her voice cold enough to freeze the soul.

“When exactly did you decide that you were qualified to correct my plan?”

She stopped in front of Lilith and looked up at the head maid fixed against the wall.

There was no anger in her eyes.

Only a cruelty that bordered on pity.

“I will make you understand,” she said softly.

Her fingertip slowly lifted and pointed at Lilith’s chest.

“What the price of being so eager to lecture others truly is.”

Lilith turned her head away, avoiding her gaze.

Yet that faint, elusive smile still lingered at the corner of her lips.

It was as though she were mocking this futile display of pressure.

Seeing this, a flash of cold light passed through the Demon King’s eyes.

She reached out and gently pinched Lilith’s chin.

With brute force, she twisted her head back.

She forced Lilith to look directly into her eyes.

“Look at me, Lilith,” Morgana whispered with a smile.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I can feel what’s in your heart.”

“What you’re thinking, I know it all.”

Her fingertips slowly slid across Lilith’s cheek.

They left behind an icy trail.

“You’re thinking that she deserves gentleness.”

“You’re thinking that I will eventually destroy her.”

“You’re thinking that you must stop me, no matter the cost.”

She leaned close and whispered into her ear.

Like a sentence being pronounced.

“But you’ve forgotten something.”

“Everything about you.”

“Your loyalty.”

“Your gentleness.”

“Even that ridiculous conscience of yours.”

“All of it was bestowed by me.”

“You think you’re resisting me?”

“No, Lilith.”

“You’re just the most interesting link in my plan.”

The Demon King swept her arm outward.

A jet-black wave of demonic power slashed through the air like a blade.

“Rip—”

Lilith’s pristine head-maid uniform instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Her pale, slender body was fully exposed.

She instinctively tried to cover herself.

But the force pinning her to the wall held her fast.

She couldn’t move at all.

Next, Morgana lightly tapped with her finger.

A scorching, domineering surge of demonic power slithered into Lilith’s body like a venomous snake.

“Ugh—ah!”

Lilith arched her back violently.

A suppressed cry burst from her throat.

That power rampaged through her meridians.

It brutally awakened the succubus instincts she had long sealed away.

“Whoosh—!”

A pair of jet-black succubus wings tore through the air.

They burst open violently from her shoulder blades.

At the same time, a long, flexible tail tipped with a heart-shaped barb shot out from her tailbone.

It lashed violently through the air.

The Demon King watched the scene.

An extremely wicked smile curved her lips.

She admired the head maid’s primal succubus form.

A side of Lilith that had never been shown to anyone else.

“Hahaha, Lilith,” she said as she stepped closer.

Her fingertip lightly traced the trembling wings.

“How does it feel?”

“This body of yours…”

“Still getting used to it?”

Lilith bit down hard on her lower lip.

Her cheeks burned crimson with shame.

She turned her head away.

She refused to let the Demon King see how wretched she looked.

“Not speaking?” Morgana’s smile instantly turned cold.

“Do you think you still have the right to remain silent?”

Before the words had even faded, her palm slammed down.

It pressed hard against the base of Lilith’s wing.

Her fingers hooked like claws.

She yanked and kneaded violently.

“Ng—!!!”

“Don’t rush, Lilith,” Morgana whispered near her ear.

She laughed softly.

Her voice dripped like poison.

“This is only just beginning.”

“Damn you…” Lilith forced the words out through clenched teeth.

Flames of anger burned fiercely in her eyes.

She glared at the Demon King.

Seeing this, Morgana was not angered.

Instead, she found it even more amusing.

She reached out again.

She forcibly twisted Lilith’s head back.

She made her look straight into her eyes.

“Lilith,” she said with a smile.

Her fingertip slid across Lilith’s lips, rising and falling with her breath.

“This look of yours…”

“It’s unbearably cute.”

She deliberately dragged out her tone.

A cold gleam flashed in her eyes.

“You know what?”

“You’re really similar to a certain little pet of mine.”

“Both of you are stubborn on the outside, soft on the inside.”

“Always so self-righteous.”

“No wonder…”

“You favor her so much.”

Lilith’s pupils shrank sharply.

It was as if her deepest weakness had been pierced.

She clenched her teeth.

Her voice trembled with anger and humiliation.

“If you’re going to do it, then do it quickly!”

“There’s no need to use words like these to humiliate me!”

“Humiliate?” Morgana looked as if she had heard a joke.

A deeply sinister smile spread across her face.

“Why would I humiliate you?”

“I’m educating you.”

“Ahhh—!!!”

“How is it, Lilith?” Morgana admired her breakdown.

Her voice was gentle enough to send chills down one’s spine.

“Does it feel good?”

“My technique…”

“It’s still as gentle as before, isn’t it?”

With the last shred of clarity she had left, Lilith shot the Demon King a look full of contempt and hatred.

“Heh.” Morgana chuckled softly.

A trace of displeasure flashed through her eyes.

Her grip suddenly changed.

Her five fingers clamped down like iron tongs around the base of Lilith’s tail.

Then, as if twisting a rope—

She wrenched it violently through a full rotation.

“Ughhhhh—!!!”

A scream utterly inhuman echoed through the room.

“Mmh…”

Lilith’s eyes rolled back.

Her body went limp like spilled water.

If not for the restraints, she would have collapsed completely.

The Demon King watched and smiled in satisfaction.

She released her grip.

She lifted Lilith’s chin.

She forced that unfocused face to turn toward her.

“Lilith, do you know?” she said softly.

“You’re far too arrogant.”

“You mistook my tolerance for permission to challenge me.”

Her fingertip gently traced Lilith’s sweat-damp cheek.

“Do you understand now?”

After this education that was no different from torture, the resolve and defiance in Lilith’s eyes were finally replaced.

Fear and emptiness seeped through instead.

A trace of undisguisable dread surfaced.

Seeing this, Morgana’s lips curved into a pleased smile.

“Very good.”

“I like you like this.”

She leaned close and whispered into her ear.

“Then I’ll play with you a little more.”

“And after that, I can forgive you.”

As she spoke, she lightly curled her finger.

Lilith’s body, unconscious and sustained only by magic, floated forward like a marionette.

“Ugh…”

Lilith’s body convulsed violently one last time.

Then she completely lost consciousness.

Her head drooped limply.

At last, she tied a complex knot.

With a gentle lift—

Lilith’s body was suspended in midair.

She would remain conscious within this endless, posture-induced stimulation.

She would endure the lingering sensations of her body and the collapse of her mind.

She would deeply reflect on her transgression today.

The Demon King stepped back.

She admired her work of art.

A satisfied smile curved her lips.

“Reflect properly, Lilith,” she said softly.

Her voice carried the pleasure of victory.

“When you’ve figured things out, we’ll continue our little heart-to-heart.”