Noah tilted her head slightly in confusion at Ledyah’s almost-confessional question, then flashed a coquettish smile, her eyebrows curving like a mischievous fox.
“Oh my,” she teased, “could the Demon Lord be feeling a hint of insecurity about her place in my heart?”
“No, it’s not that, I…” Ledyah hesitated. Truthfully, she was just a little scared.
She had effortlessly performed the forbidden ritual of merging the moon’s essence into herself—a feat most could never achieve in a lifetime. Why would someone with such power act this way toward her kidnapper?
Putting herself in Noah’s shoes, Ledyah found no answer. If last night’s actions were revenge, what was this now?
After a long pause, Ledyah asked in a low voice, “Have you ever thought about leaving here… or becoming the Demon King?”
She didn’t dare ask directly, fearing mockery, so she probed Noah’s thoughts indirectly.
Instead, Noah turned her around, gently pressing delicate hands on Ledyah’s slender shoulders. In Ledyah’s bewildered gaze, Noah leaned in and kissed her.
“Mmm! Mmm…” Ledyah’s eyes clouded with moisture. She was pinned against the bathtub’s edge, trapped by the Holy Maiden’s body.
Another scorching kiss melted her thoughts. Her senses, heightened by the hot water, felt almost burning. Ledyah’s gaze grew hazy. Compared to last night’s sweet abyss of corruption, this kiss was wilder, more violent—filled with undeniable force and dominance. Her mind wanted to resist, but she sank helplessly.
In the hazy steam, the faint milky fragrance grew stronger. Though expected, the liquid flowing down her chest—different from the hot water—could it be…
Ledyah felt her body grow even hotter.
After a long while, their lips parted. Noah stood up, gazing down with affectionate eyes at Ledyah, limp in the tub, looking up with panic and disrespect. Noah smiled happily.
“What a silly question, my dearest Demon Lord,” Noah chuckled softly. She leaned down, a delicate finger resting on Ledyah’s pink lips. Winking one eye mischievously like a little devil, she said, “I’ve never thought about leaving here or becoming the Demon King. Because I am a being you created. As Noah, as the Holy Maiden, as a Succubus, I love you deeply. That’s why I stay willingly, become your wife, and offer you my exclusive devotion.”
Noah’s soft words drifted like mist, dispelling Ledyah’s unease. Still dazed, she was pulled up by Noah’s hand and stepped out of the bathwater.
Noah took a dry towel. First, she roughly dried herself, then pressed it against Ledyah’s body, feeling their shared warmth. Their skin, flushed and warm from the bath, felt incredibly comfortable in this close contact. Both had such smooth, soft skin that fitting together was pure delight.
“Um, Noah, isn’t this hard to dry properly?” Ledyah finally asked, breathing slightly heavily, cheeks flushed. She couldn’t dry herself; her body was repeatedly dried by Noah, only to get damp again from Noah’s skin, then dried once more.
“Not at all,” Noah replied, her eyes sultry, expression utterly content. “This is a rare chance to properly enjoy the Demon Lord’s body. Or are you dissatisfied with your maid Noah’s service?”
“Of course… not.” Ledyah was quite comfortable. This slightly lewd service—she wouldn’t mind more of it.
Time felt slow to Ledyah, but Noah’s movements were surprisingly quick. To avoid catching a cold, the drying took less than a minute.
After drying, Noah handed Ledyah a prepared purple ceremonial dress and carefully helped her dress.
“By the way, the Demon Lord’s wardrobe only has black, purple, and dark red,” Noah remarked with a slight smile, fastening the back buttons. “That won’t do. As a young, beautiful girl, your closet shouldn’t be so monotonous. Next time, I’ll pick proper outfits for you—like pink dresses?”
“Those would never suit me,” Ledyah retorted coldly, imagining herself in pink.
“Nonsense,” Noah teased. “You just haven’t realized your body’s potential yet.” She adorned Ledyah’s outfit like dressing a doll. Ledyah was remarkably obedient, nothing like the arrogant Demon Lord she once was.
“There, done.” Only after dressing Ledyah did Noah start putting on her own clothes.
Her outfit was based on the Holy Maiden attire, crafted using “Ceremonial Attire Creation.” But this time, no flash of light instantly dressed her. She put on each piece slowly, ensuring the Demon Lord saw every movement.
She wore a maid outfit, but a different style. Her upper body, once exposed, was now tightly covered. The form-fitting black dress accentuated her full chest curves. Her large, spindle-shaped bosom stood proudly, defying gravity. White ruffled trim enhanced her cute charm. Yet Noah’s figure was too provocative, radiating a lewdness unbecoming of a maiden. The sheer stockings were replaced with white garter stockings, tight straps spilling over plump, fair thigh flesh. The already short skirt was even shorter, hinting at the plump roundness beneath. This attire left Ledyah staring blankly.
