The pink-haired little girl in the mirror wore a rather revealing light blue tank top and black pleated skirt. Large patches of her tender, pinkish skin were fully exposed due to her disheveled state. The strap on her right shoulder had slipped off entirely, revealing smooth thighs and calves beneath the short skirt, along with snow-white bare feet. This gave her an inexplicable hint of allure.
Her pink hair, slightly messy from sleep, cascaded casually over her shoulders. Peeking through it was a small horn, resembling a bamboo shoot, with a faint right-handed spiral. It added an unusual charm to the little girl.
At the same time, this tiny pink-haired loli had stunningly big, watery eyes. They flowed like a clear spring, rippling brightly with every shift of her mood. Her sky-blue irises were crystal clear, like rare gemstones.
Huh, look at these quintessential loli traits: tiny arms, legs, and waist; that little horn that seemed fierce but was only good for cuteness; and those clear eyes, slightly groggy from just waking up—
—is this really the appearance of the Overlord destined to conquer and rule this other world? Truly terrifying, horrifyingly so. (deadpan)
Ahem, even with a hint of narcissism, this Overlord’s beauty is still unrivaled! After all, this body was drawn stroke by stroke by me before I transmigrated. Though no returns or exchanges, the quality is absolutely guaranteed—even my bare little feet are this cute.
What? Someone asking why I’m not wearing shoes? R-really dumb! The moment I opened my eyes, my subordinates roughly yanked me out of bed, trapped me in their arms, and carried me off without a word. I figured, no one would have time to put on shoes in that situation.
“Hehe… Great Demon King Sibyl, what could be so amusing that you forgot everything around you~? Ara ara, could it be your own adorable face? So Great Demon King Sibyl is also a vanity-loving little girl~”
Just as my inner loli lover flared up and I was gushing over my reflection, Evelyn beside me naturally wouldn’t let me keep daydreaming. She chuckled lightly and timely reminded me:
“Well, compared to those human noble ladies, your beauty is indeed more captivating. But forgive my bluntness—you’re a bit messy right now. If you want to become exquisitely cute, you must properly complete your grooming routine~ I believe, Great Demon King Sibyl, besides loving beauty, you’re also an obedient good child, right?”
Evelyn’s tone carried a hint of threat, so I could only nod helplessly and say:
“Mhm mhm, I know, alright.”
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Evelyn’s sickly pale cheeks:
“Hmm, I knew Great Demon King Sibyl wouldn’t disappoint me. Now then, Great Demon King, please don’t move around~”
When I saw her pull out, with practiced ease from her pocket, a full set of grooming tools enough to fill an entire countertop, I wasn’t surprised at all.
So everyone really has a Doraemon, huh?
But next, Evelyn didn’t hand me the tools and just watch as I imagined. Instead, she faithfully followed the literal meaning of “serving” and provided full assistance. From start to finish, she didn’t let me lift a finger—not even for washing my face or brushing my teeth. Even when I felt bad and wanted to do it myself, she shut me up with, “Serving Great Demon King Sibyl in these tasks is my duty. If you refuse, it means you dislike me.” Helplessly, I watched as Evelyn dressed me up like a doll used by girls playing house back on Earth.
Hey hey, are you sure this is serving me? This is clearly training me to be a total freeloader waited on hand and foot! I couldn’t help but recall how black-haired Succubus Carol cared for me by having me lie on her lap and feeding me. It perfectly embodied the literal meaning of being “waited on hand and foot.”
No no, if this continues, I’ll become a freeloading Overlord who only sponges off others! But my subordinates’ service was so fiery and even a bit unreasonable. What should I do?
This problem seemed complex, but the answer was actually simple—
Since they’re willing to take care of me, I might as well accept everything. Anyway, I can’t refuse it. Isn’t the service of a cool and elegant mature maid appealing?
…Wait, why am I so bothered by this? I’m the Great Demon King now; it’s only right to accept my subordinates’ service, right? I’ve used this reason to convince myself many times. And this time, though feeling a bit guilty, it was still so flawless that it was hard to find any flaws to refute.
So with a clear conscience, I acted like a doll, letting Evelyn dress me up. I have to say, Evelyn’s dressing skills were amazing. Soon, I shook off the messy state after waking up and became clean and refined at a visible speed.
Perhaps only when my subordinates’ service exceeds my expectations and truly makes me uncomfortable will I change my mindset.
And will that moment ever come?
