Crimson skies stretched endlessly as a brilliant full moon slowly climbed to its zenith, swallowing the retreating black crescent moon whole.

Finally, the entire sky melted into a chaotic blend of black and white—a unique natural spectacle of the Demon Realm known as the Twin Moons Ascendant, occurring just once a year.

“This year’s Twin Moons Ascendant… seems earlier than usual… Something interesting might happen?”

Frowning slightly, Ink Ash scrutinized the dazzling horizon with suspicion, then abruptly caught the mischievous hand of the beauty in his arms. His expression shifted to amusement.

“How old are you? Still playing such boring games?”

“It’s not boring at all! Quite the opposite—I find it utterly fascinating.”

Coquettishly nuzzling her head, the once cold and regal succubus queen had transformed into a docile kitten, radiating pure, tender femininity.

Lazily curled against the youth’s chest, she tilted her face with a sweet, contented smile.

With pearl-like fingers, she plucked a strand of his silver-white hair, teasing the stern Great Demon King. Nothing was more fun than this game.

Sighing helplessly, Ink Ash released her boneless, slender hand. Gazing down at her flawless curves barely hidden by thin fabric, he nearly gave in to the urge to ravish her again. “I really can’t handle you! Though indulging in daylight lust isn’t ideal… it’s undeniably thrilling.”

“Hmph! The Great Demon King is such a pervert. Lucky for you, so many naive girls still look up to you, worship you… even dream of warming your bed.”

Her ample bosom pressed tightly against his chest as Meng Youlian flipped over to pin him down, muttering pointedly.

Spotting her succubus maid’s darkening mood, Ink Ash swatted her backside in exasperation. Pinching her petite nose, he scolded with a headache, “Brat, why are you so jealous? Do you want… punishment again?”

“No! I came for serious business this time—don’t you dare misbehave, Ink Ash!”

Frantically grabbing his wandering hands, Meng Youlian pleaded for mercy.

“Oh? Serving the Great Demon King *is* your duty, girl… I’d advise against resisting.”

“You’re such a bad guy. You only act like one at times like this.”

“Thanks for the compliment—I’ve always been a bad guy!”

Just as the Great Demon King and his head maid flirted, ready to deepen their chat, a toad steward’s anxious voice cut through from outside. “My lord, no—you can’t enter…”

“Move aside! We agreed on half an hour, but it’s been over an hour… If something happened to the boss, I’ll make you regret it!” A deep, furious roar followed.

Deafening crashes echoed. Amid flying debris and dust, a burly beast charged in, shouting desperately, “Boss! Boss—are you—uh, I saw nothing!”

“So what if you did? I don’t lose out anyway…”

His perfectly proportioned, naked body gleamed in the sunlight. Ink Ash, who’d just draped a robe over Youlian but hadn’t put on underwear himself, twitched his lips before speaking boldly.

In front of everyone, Meng Youlian tenderly dressed and combed his hair like a devoted wife. Finished, she beamed at the beast. “I heard the Infernal Magma Pool in the Far North has been restless lately… How about you, General, guard it for six months?”

“Big Sis, I was wrong! Truly wrong! Don’t torture me like this!”

Without hesitation, Xiong Zhan—one of the Demon Realm’s Four War Generals—collapsed to his knees, sobbing. “It’s not that I’m scared or weak… but making a majestic, fur-covered demon bear soak in lava for half a year? I’d roast alive!”

Pulling the still-fuming maid back, Ink Ash studied Xiong Zhan’s unannounced visit. “Enough, Youlian. Out with it—what’s so urgent this time?”

“Well… we haven’t held a meeting in over a month. And, uh, if you don’t mind, the reporters want some photos later.”

Glancing at the head maid’s hostile glare, Xiong Zhan grimaced and forced the words out.

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Ink Ash muttered about regretting founding the news industry. Wearily, he conceded, “Photos again? Such a hassle… Fine. Tell them to fly up—I’ll give them a close-up.”

“Understood.”

Xiong Zhan nodded urgently, desperate to escape.

Watching him scramble to leave, Ink Ash casually added, “Wait. You and Youlian prepare for today’s meeting first. I’ll join you after the shoot.”

“Ugh… I knew it!”

Facing Big Sis’s enchanting smile, Xiong Zhan whined like a scolded wife.

The Ink Ash Spire, the capital’s second-tallest structure, housed communications, entertainment, and news facilities. Founded five years ago by the Demon King’s personal appointments, it had skyrocketed to become one of this century’s greatest innovations.

“To be honest, I built it because entertainment was too scarce. Who knew those crows would turn it into a global monopoly?”

Reflecting on his decision, Ink Ash still felt it was a mistaken encounter.

Then again… monopolies really did rake in the cash!

Mid-air, a newbie fire crow reporter flapped her dark wings, gripping a camera fused with tech, magic, and craftsmanship. Passionately aiming the lens, she chirped:

“Citizens of the Demon Realm, good noon! I’m your photographer-host today, bringing you—the legend himself, the Demon King!”

“With permission, I’m soaring above the Ink Ash Spire… My heart’s pounding! Can I even act normal meeting my idol?”

“Ten meters… five… three… Seeing the real Demon King has been my dream—look! He’s waving! No… he’s *smiling* at me! So handsome~ I’d die happy right now!”

Meanwhile, Ink Ash watched the wobbling fire crow—drunk-like in flight—and nearly facepalmed, itching to steady her.