*Jingle jingle~*

A slight flick of the wrist sent crisp metallic chimes ringing from above.

The golden handcuffs, engraved with holy runes, sealed the sacred energy within the maiden’s body. This forced her to maintain a humiliating posture with her chest thrust forward.

Baitong couldn’t understand it. He’d just logged into his game like any other day—why had he ended up like this?

Today marked the final day of *Light of Mystery*’s first major event: "Monster Siege." He’d planned to grind materials as usual. Yet the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped in this nightmare.

His slender arms were locked overhead in the cuffs. His body was draped in a pearl-white Goddess Robe, its flimsy fabric revealing smooth, fair skin.

In Baitong’s words, this robe’s material was as sheer as the "Cool Night, Spring Snow" skin—so scandalous it’d be rated the sexiest even in a shipgirl game.

And this body’s proportions? They put those shipgirls to shame, sparking endless fantasies.

Shoulder-length sakura-pink hair fell naturally around his face. A waist slim enough to be encircled by one hand. Bare, porcelain feet. Even in captivity, the figure radiated elegance.

If this breathtaking beauty weren’t himself, Baitong would’ve absolutely charged at this girl—her face pure as snow, her figure sinfully lush.

But sadly, he had neither the tools nor a logout button. Just a plaything waiting for its master’s pleasure.

*Click.*

The doorknob turned. Baitong’s pink eyes—clouded with confusion and unease—involuntarily lifted. A girl in a black dress entered, an iron crown resting on her head, a maid trailing behind her. She strode in with her chin tilted high, radiating arrogance.

When their eyes met—hers a deep, unsettling crimson—Baitong’s body trembled slightly with fear. Those eyes seemed to devour souls: dark, terrifying, heavy. Like staring into an abyss no mortal could defy.

"So this is the Holy Maiden captured in our operation?"

The girl smirked, her jade finger hooking Baitong’s chin. She savored the silky warmth beneath her touch, her smile deepening with delight.

"The White Jade Gem of Falmond. Mistress of the Lily Lands. Wielder of the Divine Relic. The righteous Holy Knight. The gentle, compassionate Healing Saintess."

"They say in the Holy Empire, ignorance is proven by not knowing your name... Heh heh~ But now I see—your beauty truly justifies such praise."

"Pity. Right now, you’re just a frightened little girl."

The black-clad demoness drank in the Holy Maiden’s panic—the forced calm, the quickened breaths. She covered her mouth, laughing softly.

"My name is Ledyah Tanis. Current sovereign of the Demon Kingdom of Mandon. Ruler of the Demon Race. Or as you humans call me—the Demon King."

Ledyah radiated the Demon King’s terrifying aura without restraint. The oppressive weight choked the air, making one shudder uncontrollably. Yet her face wore a serene, almost enlightened smile.

*Ledyah... the Demon King...*

Baitong remembered. Forum scouts had warned of unidentified demon troops marching toward Falmond.

But few cared. During "Monster Siege," players were too busy farming materials outside city walls for rewards.

The result? The demon vanguard was nearly wiped out by human adventurers. Meanwhile, Falmond—left defenseless as the players’ base—fell swiftly to elite demon forces. Its guardian, the Healing Saintess Noah, was captured by the Demon King.

Baitong’s stubborn mind grasped the situation instantly. He understood his predicament.

The chains on his cuffs jingled softly as he struggled. His pink eyes, wide with fear, slowly glazed over.

Ledyah chuckled, pulling the dazed Saintess back to reality.

"Tell me, Noah."

"Will you become this King’s consort?"

The struggling stopped. Baitong blinked blankly, his pink lips parting numbly:

"Huh?"

"Didn’t hear? No matter. This King permits your rudeness."

Ledyah’s smile was poisonously alluring. Her slender fingers caressed Baitong’s chin, feeling like icy blades—or a serpent’s tongue.

"This King has no suitable mate. So I’ll take you as my consort. With good behavior, you might one day become Empress of the entire Demon Race."

"If you refuse... heh heh~ A shame, but I’ll simply hand you to Military Affairs—or Research. Such a perfect specimen shouldn’t go to waste."

Her razor-sharp nails trailed downward. Ledyah half-laughed, half-threatened, her words dancing on a cliff’s edge.

Baitong clamped his mouth shut. He couldn’t agree. He dared not refuse. He just pressed his lips tight, silent.

"I see. You’ll need proper training then~"

Meeting the maiden’s defiant gaze, Ledyah already knew the answer.

She’d expected this pure, beautiful Saintess wouldn’t yield easily. But where’s the fun in taming something already broken?

If she’d agreed instantly, Ledyah might’ve felt... disappointed.

"Astolfo."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The beautiful maid obeyed, retrieving a vial of purple elixir from her pocket. She presented it reverently to Ledyah.

The potion radiated an eerie aura. Just seeing it made the Saintess’s heart race, as if she’d already inhaled its heady fragrance.

Ledyah narrowed her lovely eyes. She uncorked the vial and downed its contents before the Saintess’s fearful gaze.

"What are you—?"

Baitong gaped, expecting the potion meant for him. His tightly shut mouth fell open in shock.

A blur of motion. A rush of perfume. The flushed Demon King gripped his cheeks. Scalding liquid poured into the Saintess’s mouth without spill.

"Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!"

Baitong’s eyes widened. Fire surged down his throat, spreading through his limbs. His mind felt like melting wax. His clear pink eyes clouded, losing focus under the potion’s haze.

When their lips parted, Ledyah wiped her mouth with satisfaction. She gazed at Noah collapsed on the floor—a trembling puddle of flesh—and smiled.

"Good. The pact is sealed."