Chapter 42
"You—you're serious, Lord Demon King?"
As soon as Christia finished speaking, both Lisbeth and Crus wore dumbfounded expressions. Seeing this, Lisbeth instinctively pinched her own cheek, then urgently whispered in her mind to Clothilde, "L-Little Sword, did I hear wrong just now? Christia actually said I’m her possession."
"You—you didn’t mishear… But before that, can you wipe that disgusting grin off your face? It’s seriously revolting."
"Eh!?"
After Clothilde’s reminder, Lisbeth realized her lips were curling up uncontrollably. But before she could force them down, Crus had already spotted her smile and wore a look of utter despair.
"S-So that’s how it is… I never imagined Lord Demon King and Miss Lisbeth were in this kind of relationship!?"
"Ah, no, it’s not like that… We…"
Though same-sex marriage wasn’t unusual among the Demon Clan due to their long lifespans, Lisbeth was still Christia’s maid. Rumors of the Demon King getting involved with her own maid wouldn’t look good.
Just as Lisbeth tried to explain, Christia took a sharp breath, yanked Lisbeth close, and snarled, "We are exactly that! Got a problem with it? If not, get out."
"Eh!? EH!?"
At Christia’s words, both Lisbeth and Crus gasped. After hearing her confirmation again, Crus nodded shakily. "I understand… Forgive my ignorance, Lord Demon King…"
"Hmph. Dismissed."
"Yes…"
Once Crus finally left, Christia released Lisbeth from her embrace. "There. Settled. Seriously, stop dragging me into such pointless trouble. And… huh? What are you grinning about like an idiot?"
"Hehe, ahaha."
As Christia prepared to scold Lisbeth, she noticed Lisbeth still sitting on the floor, face flushed, giggling like a fool. Christia’s mouth twitched. She grabbed one of Lisbeth’s breasts hard.
"Wake up already!! You damn Buxom Fox!!"
"Ow ow ow! It hurts!!"
The sharp pain jolted Lisbeth back to her senses. She glanced at Christia, blushing again. "Lord Demon King, if you wanted to touch my chest, be gentler. I-I’m just… shy you see me that way."
"…"
Christia’s lips twitched again. This time, she didn’t squeeze harder. Instead, she smacked Lisbeth’s head. "What nonsense is rattling in that empty skull? I’d never have those feelings for you. Snap out of it!"
"Eh!? EH EH!?" Lisbeth’s eyes widened. "So you only want my body?"
"Lisbeth," Christia’s voice turned icy, "do you want to die…?"
Seeing Christia’s genuine anger, Lisbeth sighed dejectedly. She flopped onto the floor and started rolling around.
"I knew it… I just knew it…"
"Saying I’m your possession out of nowhere must’ve had some hidden reason…"
Watching Lisbeth mutter and roll, Christia sighed in exasperation. "Obviously. You saw Crus’s personality, right? He’s a stubborn fool who always assumes the best. Without a decisive reason, he’d keep pestering you even after I yelled at him today."
"B-But still, don’t use that reason! What if it gets out? You’ll never get married!"
"Shut up. My marriage isn’t your concern. And if he spreads it, even better—saves me from others eyeing you. Anyway, stop faking sadness on the floor."
"I’m not faking! I’m genuinely upset! I was so happy when you called me your possession just now!!"
"Hah?"
Christia froze. Then her expression shifted to a cold smirk.
"Hmph. Good acting. If being my possession makes you so happy, shall we make it real?"
"Eh!? Really!?"
Though Lisbeth knew Christia was likely joking, she scrambled forward with a bright smile. Christia slowly slipped off one shoe and extended her foot toward Lisbeth. "But empty words mean nothing. If you truly want to be mine, kissing my toes should be simple, right?"
"Hey hey, Christia, that’s way too much!" Clothilde’s voice burst out from Lisbeth’s hand. "Lisbeth, stand up! Kissing toes is slave stuff—it’s outrageous!!"
"…"
"Lisbeth? Are you listening? Lisbeth!?"
"W-What should I do, Little Sword? I don’t know how to choose…"
After Clothilde’s repeated calls, Lisbeth finally replied. Clothilde sighed in relief. "Just find an excuse to stand up first, then—"
"No no, what are you saying?" Lisbeth interrupted, flustered. "Those five toes wrapped in sheer black stockings are too tempting… I just can’t decide which one to kiss first!"
"Hah!? What perverted nonsense are you spouting now?"
Clothilde was stunned, but Lisbeth’s eyes were locked on Christia’s foot, encased in alluring black stockings.
"Well? Can’t do it? If you can’t, stop showing that clumsy act."
Since Lisbeth didn’t move, Christia smirked and tried to pull her foot back. But Lisbeth grabbed her ankle gently. "Lord Demon King, of course I can. Your foot is just so beautiful… I couldn’t pick a toe. After thinking hard, I decided this is best."
"Eh!?"
Lisbeth slowly extended her tongue and began licking Christia’s toes.
"You! What are you—mmph…"
Christia tried to stop her, but a tingling sensation shot up her leg like electricity, forcing her eyes shut. When she opened them again, she froze.
Lisbeth held Christia’s foot tenderly, sucking each toe as if savoring a delicacy. Then, as if satisfied, she lifted the foot and started licking the sole from bottom to top.
"L-Lisbeth… what is this…"
"Hau~ Lord Demon King, does it feel good?"
"Hmph… mmph…"
The pleasure made Christia flush. Lisbeth smiled softly. "Mmm, you really are enjoying it. What if I lick here lightly?"
"T-That spot… n-no… don’t…"
Slowly, Lisbeth’s tongue reached Christia’s calf. Seeing Christia biting her finger, red-faced, Lisbeth kissed her calf gently.
"Lord Demon King, shall I continue? It’ll feel even better if I do~"
"I… I…"
"Well? Yes or no?"
"I… don’t know…"
Watching Christia lose all composure, Lisbeth chuckled and leaned down to continue.
"What are you DOING!?"
"Ah! It hurts!!"
Before her lips reached Christia’s foot, an angry shout erupted behind her—and sharp pain shot through her fox ears…
