In Sophia’s boudoir, a handsome youth sat upon a throne of pure gold.
His expression was cool and noble, his movements elegant, as he carefully reviewed Dreamland Village’s financial report.
He was a different person entirely from the warm boy who had been with Sister Elsa earlier.
This was Roy—the sole king of the Demonfolk.
The King of this world.
Before him knelt Princess Sophia of the Succubi, mistress of Dreamland Village.
She knelt at his feet like a slave.
Her jade-like hands rested on the youth’s knees.
Then, with a shy flush, she pressed her cheek against Roy’s leg.
Like a devoted pet, she nuzzled against him.
*Master’s scent… hehehe~*
When Roy glanced down at her, she instantly straightened up, feigning composure.
Her small hands twisted together, putting on a pitiful act as if afraid she’d done something wrong.
But Roy didn’t scold her.
“Sophia.”
He called her name softly, his voice carrying a hint of long-lost warmth.
He held out his palm toward her, a faint smile curling his lips as he crooked a finger.
Sophia’s pale pink eyes—like spring water—lit up instantly.
Understanding, she rested her chin on Roy’s fingertip, closing her eyes with a blissful expression.
Roy stroked the tip of her chin like one would pet a kitten.
Her cherry-pink hair trembled slightly with his touch.
Her body had long since gone limp with pleasure.
For the Demon King’s sake, she’d submit anytime, anywhere, in any position…
“You should grow a pair of fluffy ears,” Roy joked offhandedly.
To his surprise, Sophia took it seriously.
Her eyes sparkled.
“I do have them~”
“Hmm?”
Roy set aside Dreamland Village’s financial report, a flicker of curiosity crossing his usually detached face.
Sophia’s heart raced. *Perfect chance!*
Blushing fiercely, she sprang up and vanished behind a sheer curtain, rummaging through drawers.
The thin fabric outlined her alluring silhouette—curves ripe as a first-ripe peach, tempting to the touch.
*But still… not quite as refined as Sister Elsa.*
As he waited, Roy’s mind drifted to the holy Sister Elsa—her shy smile, the warmth and concern always flickering in her gaze when she looked at him.
“…”
His eyes narrowed slightly, a bitter amusement in their depths.
If he could choose… he truly didn’t want to become mortal enemies with a woman like Sister Elsa.
Because soon—
The glorious era of the Divine Blessing Continent would dawn.
Sister Elsa would receive the Goddess of Light’s blessing, earn the Hero’s Mark, and become a Chosen Hero.
Known then as the Light Nun, she’d join six other Heroes of different nations and races to form the Demon King’s Bane.
They’d shatter the Demonfolk’s seven impregnable fortresses, march straight to the demon capital Ymir—
And in the final battle, sacrifice everything to slay the Demon King.
A magnificent epic would be written.
Why did Roy know all this?
Simple.
—he’d been reborn.
………………
“Y-Your Majesty the Demon King… I’m ready~”
Sophia’s sultry voice, soft as silk, cut through Roy’s thoughts.
The blushing maiden parted the curtain.
Roy looked up—and his breath hitched at the sight.
As a Succubus princess, Sophia was already stunning.
Her unique cherry-pink hair and spring-water eyes were marks of her nobility.
Yet now, she cast aside all dignity and restraint to please her king.
She wore a sheer white bodysuit that clung to every curve, its heart-shaped chest cutout letting her lively “bunnies” bounce freely—
Perfect for welcoming *certain things*.
Fluffy white pom-poms adorned her wrists and ankles, adding a touch of girlish charm.
And atop her head sat a soft white cat-ear hairband, stealing all attention.
Catching the Demon King’s gaze, Sophia eagerly struck a seductive cat pose, ignoring the burning shame.
She balled her hands into tiny fists, lifting them beside her fluffy ears as she swayed gently.
“Meow~ I’m… I’m Your Majesty’s little kitty~”
Critical hit!
“Cough… cough!”
Even Roy’s composure cracked. He coughed lightly to mask his fluster.
“You…”
Sophia’s ears perked up, heart pounding—waiting for praise.
Roy searched for words. Only one fit:
—“You’re so hot.”
“Meow!?”
Sophia froze as if struck by lightning.
*Hot?* Among Succubi, that was a compliment!
But after founding Dreamland Village in human lands under the Demon King’s orders, she’d learned human customs.
Only Succubi called women “hot” as praise.
Other races saw it as an insult!
And Roy… he’d been living among humans lately.
*Oh no…*
*He prefers pure, reserved women… like that nun.*
*Not me—a shameless, second-rate…*
*Wahhh…*
*This was my “final battle lingerie”…*
*I wanted to give my pure self to His Majesty today…*
Dark clouds gathered over Sophia’s head. Her mood plummeted.
Eyes welling, she stood frozen, hands covering her exposed chest.
Even the cat ears on her headband drooped with her sorrow.
*I’m sorry… I’m not as big as that nun… how dare I show off like this… I’m truly sorry!*
Sensing her despair, Roy paused—then realization dawned.
“That ‘hot’…” he began gently, “I meant it in your Succubus context.”
*Fwoosh!*
The cat ears shot upright.
The gloomy Succubus bloomed like a rainbow after rain!
His Majesty hadn’t insulted her—he’d honored her culture with the highest praise!
“…Your Majesty!”
Tears of joy spilled as Sophia lunged toward the throne.
Roy raised a hand. An invisible barrier stopped her mid-pounce.
“Meoww!!”
She smashed face-first into the air, her chest squished comically against the barrier.
*Is she sure she’s not part beastkin…?*
Roy actually liked her white-stockings catgirl look.
But that didn’t excuse poor performance.
“Your outfit is excellent. I like it.”
“But sadly…” his voice turned icy, “I don’t believe the manager of Dreamland Village’s worst-performing branch deserves a reward.”
Sophia’s shoulders trembled. She scrambled back to her knees.
“Y-Your Majesty! Please believe me—it’s not my fault!”
Her voice turned desperate.
“Oh? Then enlighten me.”
“If your reason satisfies me…”
“Sophia, I might just grant you… the reward you crave.”
“The stick or the candy? Choose.”
“I choose the stick! Hiss-hah hiss-hah!”
“?”
