Chapter 66: The Demon King’s Peculiar Embrace

Listening to Wade’s confident, slightly arrogant words, Lamia pursed her lips. A frown creased her brow.

“What? Was what I said wrong?”

Seeing the slight displeasure on Lamia’s face, Wade’s confident expression remained unchanged. Yet, a flicker of nervousness stirred within him.

Nevertheless, he lifted his chin, as if forcing himself to appear even more self-assured.

[The manager of the house?]

[No, no, no—I should be the manager! No matter what, the one truly in charge, the master, should always be me, this King!]

‘Hey, you…’

Hearing Lamia’s inner discontent, Wade raised an eyebrow.

‘What is this? Are we fighting over household status?’

‘Your Demon King’s Castle will soon bear Orlan’s surname. Are you really here, arguing with me over the management of *my* residence? You’d be better off managing your own Demon King’s Castle!’

‘I bet there’s even a faction hoping for the Demon King to abdicate and Orlan to take over!’

However, this thought made Wade pause.

He suddenly wondered, ‘If Orlan truly ascended to power, would Lamia become homeless?’

‘If she were homeless, would this then become her home?’

‘Hmph… if I were to take you in then, I suppose I could offer you a place to stay. But it would have to be under very humble circumstances. Otherwise—you could freeze, starve, or be killed by the rebels outside.’

For a moment, Wade felt his own association was rather absurd. Yet, the thought of Lamia truly being usurped, no longer the Demon King, and being killed by Orlan’s people… for a brief instant, Wade felt a pang of ‘…reluctance?’

Only moments ago, in the carriage, he had been wondering when this inner-voice mocking individual would finally die. Now, however, picturing Orlan practically crawling over the Demon King’s head, and Lamia’s own awe towards Orlan, Wade found himself genuinely concerned. He even tightened his embrace on Lamia by a few degrees.

“Hoo—I can’t breathe…”

“—Ah, my apologies.”

Perhaps it wasn’t just a “few degrees” tighter. In Wade’s subconscious, almost reflexive embrace, Lamia’s face flushed—not from shyness, but from being suffocated.

Given Lamia’s exceptionally curvaceous figure, from this angle and with this position, Wade witnessed a peculiar sight. Her ample bosom, pressed against his chest by her posture, had flattened into an oval shape.

With the slight curve of Wade’s body, Lamia’s chin brushed downwards, allowing him to see her in that moment… her chin resting directly on his chest.

‘It’s not… having three heads at first glance would be too terrifying.’

Despite Lamia’s alluring figure, Wade’s thoughts still gravitated towards odd observations.

“Hoo—”

After Wade loosened his hold slightly, Lamia pouted her lips and looked at him. Of course, she didn’t quite understand his sudden tightening embrace, for she possessed no mind-reading abilities to comprehend that his unconscious force was actually a form of “protection.”

Wade, having been a knight for a long time, was quite accustomed to physical exertion. Although he typically served as a civil official, he still engaged in strenuous training.

Moreover, in his role as an event planner, he often had to move various items himself, which contributed to his considerable strength. Consequently, in his subconscious actions, he always applied a great deal of force.

Even when he had kissed Lamia previously, it was far more forceful than what an ordinary person would use. However, Lamia was capable of adapting to such intensity, for she was hardly a normal individual herself.

Still, to the point of suffocating someone…

Her windpipe wasn’t made of iron, so naturally, she felt uncomfortable.

And once she felt uncomfortable—what did that signify? A challenge, of course!

[He just claimed to be the manager of the house… He’s demonstrating his authority before I even had a chance to speak!]

‘See? That’s just how demons are.’

‘Whether vying for power and status or for mating rights, they fundamentally resort to violence.’

‘What is she going to do… Is she going to hit me…!’

Upon hearing Lamia’s inner thoughts, Wade’s muscles immediately tensed. The arm holding Lamia was already poised, ready to execute a suplex and throw her directly to the ground—

‘No… that seems a bit too violent. Maybe something gentler…’

‘How about a backward waist throw? The sofa should protect her neck from breaking.’

[Hmph…!]

‘—Is it coming—!’

?

The anticipated blow never arrived. Instead, Lamia shifted backward—no, not backward, but rather downward.

Originally nestled against his chest, she moved down, down… until she reached a rather sensitive spot.

As Wade watched Lamia stop at that spot and begin rubbing against his waistband, he subconsciously swallowed. His throat bobbed uneasily, though he only briefly glanced down before taking a deep breath.

He still remembered that day in the office, beneath the desk, Lamia’s restless movements…

‘Could it be… could she be attacking my weak point—!’

For some reason, Wade found himself harboring a slight, inexplicable anticipation for such an act.

‘No… I absolutely cannot be anticipating this!’

‘If I were to be like this—!’

But the next moment, the anticipated action did not occur.

Lamia did not linger in that position. Instead, she lifted Wade’s clothing—more precisely, the black undershirt he wore beneath his jacket.

…?

‘What is she doing?’

Wade felt a sense of bewilderment, even confusion.

But in the very next second, Lamia’s actions brought a sudden realization to Wade.

“—Huh? Lamia?!”

Lamia had not lifted his clothes to do anything else. She simply burrowed directly inside.

Indeed, it wasn’t her hand or anything else; she was physically crawling inside Wade’s clothing.

At that moment, Wade gazed at his clothes, which now bulged in an irregular shape. He couldn’t help but marvel: ‘Is this undershirt of mine truly so durable?’

‘Durable enough to fit an entire person inside?!’

As it was an undershirt, there was naturally nothing else beneath it. This was his innermost layer of clothing.

Inside his black undershirt, Lamia continuously crawled forward, her body constantly brushing and rubbing against his.

He could distinctly feel Lamia’s breath on him, and just as clearly, her heartbeat at that moment, along with her… softness.

“—Ha.”

Finally, Lamia completed her action.

She simply emerged from there, right out of Wade’s collar.

“No, wait, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly acting like this? Don’t do such strange things!”