Barefoot, Lilith’s feet slapped against the bathroom tiles with crisp *plop, plop* sounds. She hurried into the shower stall and sharply twisted the magic knob controlling the water temperature down.

“Adjusting the water crystal’s power… this should be comfortable for humans now, right?”

She turned, hesitating as she eyed Viola’s bright red left shoulder.

“Sorry… I always set the shower too hot…” Lilith fidgeted, gently twisting a strand of her hair while bowing her head in a quiet apology.

As a Dragonmaid who could bathe in magma after adulthood, Lilith’s natural body temperature far exceeded human norms. Her bathroom’s usual setting hovered around 70 degrees Celsius at its lowest.

Both had forgotten this. When Viola first turned on the shower, scalding water instantly burned her left arm.

“It’s fine… my fault too… hiss… ugh…” Viola forced a reassuring smile at the little girl with crimson wings, though her shoulder throbbed.

“If it’s a burn… you shouldn’t shower again. It’ll slow healing—”

“Ugh, it’s just mild… eep!” Viola winced, accidentally brushing a blister on her shoulder.

“Sit down! Let me treat it first…”

“Mm… hiss… gently… it hurts—yikes!”

Lilith grabbed Viola’s wrist, leaning close. She focused intently, clumsily channeling her fire magic to soothe the burn. Her expression was dead serious.

Viola panted softly, watching the tiny, earnest healer before her. Her impression of Lilith shifted dramatically.

She’d assumed the Darklord Citadel wasn’t a den of villains committing atrocities—but at least a gathering of selfish, ugly low-tier Demonkind.

She never expected such an adorable existence among them…

Even compared to Alquett… she might not lose out—

Staring at Lilith’s delicate profile up close, Viola found herself entranced.

“Huff… try moving your arm now, Viola-chan. Does it still hurt?”

Snapped out of her daze by the affectionate nickname, Viola’s heart skipped a beat. She flinched, turning her head away to avoid looking at Lilith’s body.

“Mm… much better…”

…

Outside the pink bathroom window, Alquett watched two slender figures press tightly together.

“…gently… it hurts—yikes!”

Followed by Viola’s muffled, pained whimpers.

“What’s happening in there!” Alquett ground her teeth. Then that devilish Dragonmaid’s voice cut through again:

“…since you’re… we can continue…”

Viola’s reply sounded willing, even eager:

“Mm, now… it’s my turn to serve…”

*Serve?* So Viola *was* the victim earlier? And now she’d willingly… for Demonkind…

“Lilith… you bastard! Pervert! Creep!” Alquett slammed her fists against the window, shouting—abandoning all stealth plans. “Viola! Snap out of it! Damn Demonkind… brainwashing her into doing those filthy things!”

Her punches left no mark. Faint runes glowed on the walls and glass. Unbeknownst to Alquett, Lilith’s staff quarters were built for the Demonlord’s top lieutenants. Those runes blocked all sound and could withstand eighth-tier magic blasts.

Inside, neither girl heard the commotion. The noises grew louder, more frantic:

“…naughty hands… still resisting… Lilith-sama will punish you now—!”

That threatening tone pierced Alquett’s heart. Coincidences? No—this confirmed everything.

In a flash, she recalled those little adult manga books she’d hidden under her covers.

The elf girl trapped in a beastman nest. The mage swallowed by a tentacle monster. The pure Nun turned into an insect demon’s broodmare…

Hundreds of vile, obscene, sacrilegious scenarios flooded her mind—each banned kingdom-wide on sight.

Like a frail mage girl captured by evil Dragonmaids, abused day and night. A single act of defiance—or even minor displeasure—would trigger cruel punishments.

Or Viola, covered in wounds, chained wrist and ankle while the Dragonmaid ravaged her, groping freely…

Stripped naked, lashed with a water-soaked whip as the beast delighted in her screams…

By night, the battered Viola forced to serve as plaything for all Demonkind…

Only after pleasuring every demon could she curl in her cell, wiping silent tears. Swallowing her pain whole. Resting briefly—only to dream of more torment…

For three days… this hell of physical and mental torture was Viola’s life…

“…eeep~ haaah♡~ stop it♡… no♡~ please♡~ sorry… I-I can’t take it anymore…”

Viola’s choked sobs and gasps cut through clearly.

Alquett froze mid-pound, head bowed—silent before the storm.

That evil beast Dragonmaid!

That hateful Lilith!

I was blind… that cute little girl is pure deception!

You… deserve to die!

—Alquett ground her teeth, fury boiling.