The boy’s gaze intoxicated like sunset, yet held deeper allure.

Sophia stood frozen by overwhelming delight—

if not for her heart pounding wildly beneath her ribs,

she might have been a jade succubus statue.

Only when Roy’s hand, practiced and sure, brushed her soft curves

did the "statue" stir. Her supple body jolted as if electrified.

"D-Demon King Your Majesty!"

Roy ignored her cry.

His slender fingers lifted the hem of her gauzy gown,

gauged a spot below her navel,

then pressed gently.

"Nngh!"

A shuddering whimper escaped Sophia’s lips.

"If I’m not mistaken," Roy murmured, eyes fixed on her flushed face, "this is where succubi store their essence."

Shame flooded her—especially before the Demon King.

Yet silence would be disrespect.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," she whispered, cheeks burning.

"Then prepare for your reward."

"!!"

Dizzy euphoria crashed over Sophia.

Only by clinging to the Demon King’s neck did she keep from collapsing.

"Please... don’t hold back, Your Majesty!"

Roy paid no heed to her plea.

He focused, and a faint purple orb—pulsing with vibrant life—materialized at his fingertip.

With a touch, it sank into Sophia’s abdomen like a stone into water.

The moment it reached her core,

torrents of pure magic and vitality erupted within her.

Sophia’s mind went blank.

Her luminous pink eyes rolled back, glazed and vacant.

Her parted crimson lips revealed a soft pink tongue, glistening faintly.

A sight ripe for temptation.

Roy merely clicked his tongue, pity softening his gaze.

"Oops. Might’ve given too much."

"Sorry, Sister Sophia~"

He had to uphold the Demon King’s stern dignity—

a habit worn like armor.

Only now could he drop it,

calling her "Sister" without restraint.

Scooping her into a princess carry,

he laid her gently on her pink satin bed.

His hand brushed her cheek, closing her vacant eyes and lips,

restoring her regal grace.

"Rest well, Sister Sophia," he murmured, voice tender.

He kissed her knuckles lightly,

eyes closed with quiet devotion—

a performance with no audience.

After tucking her in, he slipped from her chamber.

Downstairs, succubi crowded around him on the stairs,

fingers "accidentally" tangling in his hair, arms looping his elbows.

"What did the Princess *do* to you up there?" they teased, swaying hips.

Flustered, Roy fled Dreamland Village,

leaving behind peals of laughter.

The violet-eyed boy exhaled, a faint smile lifting his lips,

before vanishing into the quiet night.

………………

Eoliel, Jasmine District.

Evening breeze failed to cool Aisha’s worried cheeks.

Home alone, regret gnawed at her:

trusting Roy’s words,

leaving him defenseless in that den of sin—Dreamland Village!

Sweet little Roy was like candied fruit—

irresistible even to starving succubi.

*Even I...!*

*Ahem. Just... neighborly concern!*

*For a lonely boy in a strange city!*

*Yes!*

Convinced, she paced her moonlit balcony.

Then—a figure emerged under a streetlamp.

Roy.

Still clad in the alchemist apprentice robes Sister Elsa knew so well.

Plain on others, yet on him—elegant.

*Sister Elsa refused to admit it was "beauty in the lover’s eye."*

The world dimmed the moment she saw him.

Only the black-haired, violet-eyed boy remained,

smiling softly.

A sinful thought crossed her mind:

*Even the Goddess of Light Herself,*

*if She felt human longing,*

*would surely favor such a beautiful youth.*