Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Night.

A pitch-black night.

Everything atop Sky Sanctuary was silent, except for the faint, almost imperceptible, soft moans drifting from the royal chambers.

Like the gentle flow of a stream, the sound was delicate and melodious.

Under the moonlight.

Shadows swayed, and the air was filled with soft, rhythmic breaths.

Harmony, like a symphony of strings and flowing water.

...

Morning.

Timothy stretched his aching back, feeling utterly drained.

Sure, Sylvia's catgirl outfit was beyond stunning, but it was also a killer!

Thankfully, he had built up some strength while meditating on his portrait, or else he might not have even been able to get out of bed this morning.

A sliver of sunlight streamed into the royal chambers. Sylvia, her long hair cascading down, let out a soft sigh as she stretched lazily.

There was a certain languid grace to her movements. Her loose nightgown tightened as she raised her arms, perfectly outlining her graceful curves.

From top to bottom, her skin was as smooth as snow, her figure flawless, especially those long legs, half-hidden beneath the blanket...

Timothy shook his head with a helpless smile.

Too bad he didn't have the energy—otherwise, he'd definitely have Sylvia pinned down for another round.

"Heh."

Just then, Sylvia glanced over at Timothy, covering her mouth with a smooth hand as she let out a soft, teasing laugh.

Though her laughter was light and pleasant, there was a playful glint in her eyes.

"I thought you were supposed to be so strong... turns out you're not that tough after all."

She leaned in close to Timothy's ear, whispering the exact amount of time it had taken.

"Damn it!"

Timothy gritted his teeth in frustration. He wasn't at the Holy Emperor level yet, and it stung his pride.

The only way to redeem himself would be to reach the Transcendence Realm.

"Hmph, I can't believe I won again," Sylvia said smugly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she stared at Timothy. "So, what do you say? Even though it's daytime, do you want to... continue?"

She bent forward slightly, revealing a hint of pale skin at her neckline, drawing Timothy's gaze.

Her cold, breathtakingly beautiful face was now softened by a deliberately seductive smile, a beauty so captivating it seemed to steal one's very soul.

But just then, the door to the royal chambers suddenly shifted.

And then...

Creak.

The door swung open.

"Ah, sorry, Goddess, I forgot to knock."

Zephyra, standing in the doorway, quickly apologized as she realized her mistake.

But soon, she noticed something... off.

The bed was a bit messy, the sheets and blankets slightly disheveled.

Sylvia sat up straight, as if trying to hide something.

Her usual cold expression now seemed... a little strange.

Not only that, but Zephyra sniffed the air.

There was something... different about the atmosphere. A faint, unfamiliar scent lingered in the room.

It wasn't exactly pleasant or unpleasant, just... strange. Something she had never smelled before.

"Is there something you need?" Sylvia's voice was cool and composed.

"Uh, yes, I came early because it's important," Zephyra quickly replied, relieved that Sylvia didn't seem angry. "Holy Maiden Aeliana just arrived at Sky Sanctuary. She said she wanted to—"

"Ah~"

Zephyra was suddenly interrupted by a soft, melodious sound.

'Weird... did that come from the Goddess?'

Zephyra was puzzled.
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As the former top assassin of Sky Sanctuary, her senses and instincts were far sharper than most.

In her memory, the Goddess had never sat so rigidly before.

Sylvia's straight posture was clearly an attempt to hide something.

But what exactly...?

Suddenly, Zephyra noticed something odd.

The blanket covering Sylvia's long legs seemed much more... puffed up than usual.

It looked like there was something—or someone—underneath it!

...

At that moment, Sylvia was far from as calm as she appeared.

Just as Zephyra had entered the room, Timothy had quickly slipped under the blanket to hide himself.

If that were all, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

The problem was...

She had just teased Timothy, never expecting to find herself in such an awkward situation.

And now, hidden under the blanket, Timothy had the perfect opportunity to get back at her, mischievously exploring with his hands.

That soft moan from earlier? It was because Timothy had traced a slow, teasing circle on the delicate sole of her foot with his finger.

After a few rounds, even though Sylvia tried her best to hold it in, she almost burst out laughing from the ticklish sensation, her eyes even welling up with tears.

And worse still, Timothy wasn't stopping.

In the darkness beneath the blanket, his hand was moving upward.

If just the tickling had been this embarrassing, then now...

"Hey, stop it!" Sylvia's face flushed bright red.

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her composure, a hint of panic was starting to show.

And this strange behavior hadn't escaped Zephyra's sharp senses.

The messy room, the odd scent in the air, the Goddess acting... weird.

These seemingly small details were enough to set off alarm bells in Zephyra's mind, honed by years of carrying out assassination missions.

Her thoughts raced, and suddenly, it all clicked. Zephyra's eyes widened as she stared at Sylvia in shock.

"Could it be... there's an assassin hiding under the blanket!" Zephyra's heart skipped a beat.

The faint blush on Sylvia's face only confirmed her suspicions. The Goddess was likely in danger!

Thank goodness she had sharp instincts and had noticed in time!

Whoever was hiding under the blanket must be incredibly powerful to pose a threat to the Goddess.

But as a Holy Envoy of Sky Sanctuary, no matter who it was, Zephyra would do everything in her power to protect the Goddess!

Clenching her teeth, she suddenly stepped forward, heading straight for Sylvia.

Her eyes were locked on the blanket.

"What are you doing?" Sylvia noticed Zephyra's gaze.

But things under the blanket were getting even more urgent.

"Wife, you started this, so don't blame me now," Timothy whispered with a sly grin, activating a system reward he had recently unlocked—Holy Emperor's Touch!

Though it could only be used once a day, a single touch from him would unleash the power of a Holy Emperor-level expert.

Zephyra's figure blurred as she dashed toward the bed, her hand reaching for the blanket.

"Ah~~"

But just then, she heard Sylvia let out a strange, almost musical sound, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"What... is going on?" Zephyra was completely dumbfounded.

In all her years at Sky Sanctuary, she had never seen anything like this.

Meanwhile, Sylvia, her body trembling slightly, had already stepped off the bed.

Barefoot, she slowly walked toward Zephyra.

Her face was still flushed, but there was a cold, almost dangerous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Zephyra, it seems you've forgotten to knock again this morning."

Hearing that tone, Zephyra felt a chill run down her spine.

Whenever the Goddess used that voice, it usually meant trouble was coming her way.

"Heh, so the Goddess wasn't being threatened by an assassin after all...

Wait, no, Goddess, please let me explain! I was just in a hurry to report back, I didn't mean to forget to knock, I swear!"

But her protests were futile.

With that same unsettling smile, Sylvia quickly dragged Zephyra behind the privacy screen...