Even the Demon King needs to eat.

Setting aside my identity as the Demon King or the final boss, my current body is just a growing little girl. It craves warmth, comfort, and sweetness instinctively.

Often, I can’t quite control this loli body’s impulses. Maybe my soul—originally a boy’s—still hasn’t adapted well to this female form.

This leads me to do things after transmigration that my past self would find unbelievable. Unconscious cute poses, weird speech quirks, or closing my eyes to enjoy head pats—all super embarrassing stuff.

Well, I must complain: head pats feel amazing, but they leave my hair messy. I have to fix it myself. This isn’t very isekai or magical—it shows my hair isn’t silky like a transmigrator protagonist’s should be. So unfair, oh.

Worse was that dream I just had. Forget the cringy chuunibyou bits; the candy rain and giant cake dive? Pure Mary Sue cringe. Only kids or child-at-heart folks dream like that.

Right now, aroma and sweetness flooded my mouth. Satisfaction shot from my tongue to my brain. My body’s instincts took over. I blurted out:

"Mmm, so delicious! Carol, more? More?"

Carol smiled gently. "Of course, plenty more. All~ of~ this~ is for the Great Demon King. If you enjoy it, it’s my honor. Open wide—ah—"

She pinched another cake piece and held it to my lips. No chance for me to feed myself—clearly treating me like a tiny child.

Hmph. I can use utensils fine. Is she treating me like a vegetable? This is...

...actually so convenient. A lap pillow on Carol’s legs would make it perfect, oh.

As the supreme Great Demon King, servants feeding me is totally normal. Yeah, definitely. No mistake.

I obediently opened my mouth, accepting her service guilt-free.

Truthfully, I’d fantasized about being fed by a beauty before transmigration. Since I’d imagined it, I wasn’t too embarrassed—just shocked to live it.

Carol’s gentle act made me forget her scary yandere side and how she groped me last time.

Guess Demon Kings, like humans, have short memories too. (Bold statement.)

Still, I had to pretend to protest. "No need, Carol. I can eat myself... mmm..."

My weak words were cut off as the black-haired beauty stuffed cake into my mouth.

"O Supreme Great Demon King Sibyl, don’t talk while eating—you might choke. Be good~" Her tone stayed sweet but firm. "If you don’t mind, lean against my chest. It’s easier."

"Um... can I lie on your lap?" I asked casually.

"Of course, Great Demon King." Carol smiled again, dimples deepening her charm.

Alright, since you insist—I won’t hold back.