I nodded and said softly, "Okay, ugh. Then I'll trouble you, Sister Evelyn."

Facing the dominant Evelyn, I chose to act obedient. I didn't want to anger her into biting me and derailing the plot. Plus, I just wanted a peaceful day.

She seemed weak against my cuteness. Unlike Carol—a king-tier spanker who ignores my pitiful pleas while happily smacking my butt—Evelyn should be lower level, right?

Thinking this, I clasped my hands over my chest, closed my eyes, and buried my head deep into the silver-haired mature woman's bosom. I tried to look extra well-behaved.

But I forgot one crucial thing: as Sibyl the Succubus, I had horns on my head.

When I first became this pink-haired little Succubus, the asymmetrical horn felt weird. But after adapting, I often subconsciously ignored it.

The problem was, even though the horn was small and cute, it couldn't hide its hard nature. It still had some sting to it.

Evelyn's seemingly magnificent chest was actually as soft as Carol's.

And getting poked by a horn must hurt a lot, huh.

...

Two minutes later.

Evelyn carried me princess-style through the maze-like Demon Kin castle.

Her expression had calmed. But I, in her arms, was sniffling slightly, trembling with fear. I didn't dare move, scared my damn horn might jab her again.

My carelessness had cost me a powerful flick on the forehead. My brow still felt warm, with a faint ache. It was probably red and swollen by now.

Hmph, why does Evelyn hit as hard as Carol? She shows no mercy. So mean, ugh.

As for the "-9!" that popped above my head from that flick, and crying on the spot... well, it's normal. Those who know, know. It's about my dignity as the Overlord, so I won't say more, ugh.

Evelyn wasn't as thoughtful as Carol. She didn't comfort me, just carried me silently. Soon, we reached a lavishly decorated sink.

A mirror inlaid with sparkling black diamonds hung above it. The silver-haired vampire set me down on the floor. But I was shorter than the sink's surface. I vanished completely, leaving only a bobbing pink ahoge in the reflection.

If I were alone, washing up would require climbing up with great effort. With my weak strength, it'd be as hard as doing a mid-air split before my reincarnation.

Hey, who designed this sink? Do little girls have no dignity?

I felt unprovoked anger. I'd complained about this before—maybe because I'm under 130cm, or Demon Kin are all tall. Every piece of furniture here was inconvenient. Even sitting on a chair meant pushing myself up with my hands.

No, I must report this later. If this continues, I'll die of awkwardness.

I glared at the speckled marble tiles, standing unhappily. Just as I turned to snap at Evelyn, my body began floating up slowly.

As if gravity had failed.

Though less attentive than Carol, Evelyn couldn't let the Great Demon King wash from below. So this Demon Kin warlord reused the "updraft" from our first meeting, lifting me gently with magic.

Until I reached a perfect height.

After brief surprise, I understood. My anger faded. I turned back to the mirror, naturally focusing on my reflection.

That messy-haired, pink-haired little girl with a pitiful look and a red forehead.