Die, princess, the devil is mine!

After hearing Ilya's story, Lynn was truly speechless.

It was something wonderful, but the seven sisters made it seem like they were about to be chewed up by dogs, finding it unacceptable.

You weren't like this when we were negotiating the terms before. You didn't agree very readily, but you weren't completely unwilling to accept them either.

Now that it's almost time to fulfill those promises, you're all starting to cower. So you think that giving yourselves to me is just about kissing and hugging me?
That's taking me, Lynn, way too easy to talk to. If you want to make me, the Holy Emperor of Miracles, work for demon lords, then the demon lords can't be the bosses; they have to be paid wages...

However, seeing Ilya's somewhat distraught appearance, Lynn couldn't bear to discourage her and could only gently comfort her.

"It's okay. Even though your sisters don't love you, I will love you."

As Lynn spoke, he reached out and pulled Ilya into his arms. Since they were in the bathtub and neither of them was wearing clothes, the feeling of holding the beautiful demon king in his arms was quite reminiscent of a decadent, debauched place, except that the number of people... well, the demon count wasn't quite enough.

Ilya rested her head gently against Lynn's chest. She didn't have any resistance to her acknowledged fiancé, but compared to her sisters whom she had known since childhood, her feelings for Lynn were noticeably weaker.

She didn't really care about Lynn's favor; she valued her six heartless sisters more. Even though she knew they were facing a pit of fire, she still pushed her into it first.

However, thanks to the warmth of the pool water and the reassuring aura emanating from Lynn, Ilya's mood calmed down considerably.

In fact, she knew that her younger sisters hadn't done anything wrong. It was precisely because everyone felt it was a pit of fire that she was the first one to go through it.

The idea that Phantom was more suitable than her was just her cowardly excuse. In reality, how could the eldest brother back down and let the sixth brother take his place?
Well, in the case of demons, they're everywhere...

But! Ilya Murphy is the Demon Lord of Pride! Any demon can shrink, but the Demon Lord of Pride absolutely cannot shrink!

Suddenly enlightened, Ilya was filled with courage. She pushed Lynn away, then grabbed his arms with both hands, staring intently at him with her beautiful eyes, and then…

It shrank again.

The courage she had just mustered vanished in less than three seconds. Ilya felt like she wasn't herself anymore. When had the old Ilya ever been so cowardly? She would have been the first to face any danger, even a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire!
"Well……"

But Ilya, deflated, went limp and fell back into Lynn's arms.

"Ok?"

The moment Ilya's head rested on Lynn's chest, she sensed something was amiss. She seemed to have regained her courage, and a bold idea, consistent with the arrogant demon king's personality, even arose in her mind: "Since things have come to this, why not just seduce Lynn?"

Then Ilya raised her head again, propped herself up against Lynn, and looked directly at him. This time, it probably only lasted two and a half seconds before her gaze began to dart away.

Unconvinced, Ilya leaned closer again...

Damn it! I, the Arrogant Demon King, am the greatest under heaven!

……

After going back and forth several times, Ilya finally figured it out.

When she was nestled in Lynn's arms, her mind was clear and she was exceptionally brave, but when she was away from Lynn's embrace, she would secretly cower because of her wild thoughts.

It wasn't like this before...

It seems she was still frightened by his record of killing seven succubi. Even as an arrogant demon king, she had to admit that Lynn was indeed terrifying and that she could not defeat him.

"What are you doing? Did you encounter a bug?"

Watching Ilya cling to him and then back again, Lynn was truly baffled. It seemed like she was resisting, but Ilya had taken the initiative to cling to him several times. It seemed like she was trying to get close, but Ilya would only cling to him for a short while before pulling away again.

What is a bug?

"Ilya asked, her mind still a bit foggy."

It means you're asking whether you want to be intimate or not.

Lynn answered directly.

"do not want!"

Upon hearing this, Ilya immediately and firmly refused.

"At least... it has to be at night."

Then she quickly added a sentence to make amends, as if worried that Lynn had misunderstood her, that she was definitely not the kind of trashy demon who didn't keep her word.

"So...it's you tonight?"

To be honest, Lynn wasn't hungry and wasn't in a hurry to eat Ilya, but since she was already here, he couldn't just let her get away, could he?

"can."

Ilya seemed to have made a tremendous decision to utter such a simple two words. Keep in mind that her head was currently off Lynn's chest, so the fact that she dared to book herself out showed that she had truly hardened her heart.

"Have you thought this through? Although I won't allow you to break off the engagement, I can still be lenient. You can actually ask to offer yourself to me after the investiture."

Seeing that Ilya had finally gotten an erection, Lynn found it quite amusing, so he asked her to demonstrate what a cowardly and arrogant demon king was like as a soft girl.

However, this time Ilya gritted her teeth and refused to give in. She could not fall into depravity again. The brave Ilya was the true arrogant demon king. What kind of monster was that hesitant and seemingly soft and delicious Ilya?

We must never tarnish the reputation of the arrogant demon king!

"If Your Majesty requires me to serve you tonight, then it is I."

Ilya gave a sullen reply, effectively cutting off her own escape route.

"Great! You're very energetic! Then you're the one I want."

Since Ilya had already mustered up the courage to give it to him, there was nothing Lynn wouldn't dare to accept. She was one of his fiancées, and even among humans, they could legally be intimate, let alone in the relatively open Demon Realm.

"Then I'll come again tonight... um..."

Ilya calmed herself down and wanted to get away from Lynn and wash herself clean first, but when she pushed Lynn away and prepared to swim to the other side, Lynn held her back.

It was literally a drag on her, because just as she turned and swam away, Lynn reached out and grabbed her swimming left leg.

"?"

Ilya was puzzled. They had already arranged to serve each other that night, and it was only 8 a.m. now...

"The deposit hasn't been paid yet..."

Seemingly sensing Ilya's confusion, Lynn grabbed her little foot, a crooked smile playing on his lips like a returning dragon king.

……

A little later, Ilya stumbled out of the bathroom and went straight back to her bedchamber in the Demon Emperor's Palace, sulking. What's a deposit? Do humans do business like this? Is it customary to pay 80% upfront?

Except... all of them...

Ilya felt that she was really just going to pay the final bill that night; there was nothing left that Lynn hadn't tried...

After Ilya left, Lynn returned to her palace.

By this time, the defeated Pleasure Witches had recovered considerably. After all, they were pure-blooded succubi. Although they had not won their first battle, they had still maintained their bloodline advantage.

After a morning of rest, they were able to move around freely again, although their legs were a little weak, but it wasn't a big problem anymore.

"Your Majesty must be busy with official duties during the day, so we will not disturb you any longer."

As the eldest sister of the Pleasure Witches, the Humble Witch was clearly more sensible than Ilya, the Demon King's eldest sister. As soon as she saw Lynn return to the palace, she immediately led her sisters to surround him. Instead of using the intimacy of the previous night to curry favor and compete for his affection, they were worried that their presence would affect the Demon King's handling of official business.

"There's nothing official business that I need to do. Um, don't leave yet, stay with me a little longer, don't make me seem like I'm heartless like I'm pulling out that thing."

The Witches of Pleasure clearly adopted a very humble attitude. Although the Demon Emperor had promised them the position of imperial consort, they dared not sit in the same chair as the seven Demon Kings.

Ultimately, they were just lowly succubi kept by the Demon King of Lust. Apart from being prettier than ordinary succubi, they had nothing else to offer.

Being able to infiltrate the Demon Emperor's harem is already the best outcome for a succubus; they dare not ask for more.

Just being one... uh, seven maids who come when summoned and leave when dismissed is actually quite good. As for imperial concubines or something, I'd be content just hearing about it. Being like the Demon Kings would actually make me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Then we'll serve the Demon Emperor a little longer."

The humble witch bowed to Lynn, then turned and winked at her sisters. The sensible witches immediately understood and sprang into action.

The Witch of Temperance and the Witch of Chastity pulled Lynn down onto the sofa and then, with smiles on their faces, massaged his shoulders. Meanwhile, the Witch of Tolerance and the Witch of Reason were not idle either. They each brought over a brocade stool and placed Lynn's legs on it, then squatted down and gently massaged his legs from both sides.

Because of her innate talent for having a fragrant mouth, the generous witch smiled sweetly and took a sip of wine, feeding it to Lynn mouth to mouth. This left the diligent witch, who was holding a bunch of grapes to offer to the Demon Emperor, somewhat at a loss. How could she possibly stuff her grapes in when the generous sister had already offered her little mouth?

The Humble Witch was the best at making arrangements; with a mere glance, she pointed out a clear path for the Diligent Witch.

The Demon Emperor has only had his limbs taken away; there's still a huge empty space left.

Then...together?
The diligent witch extended an invitation to her sister with her eyes.

I am very happy.

The humble witch returned the look with a glance, everything understood without words.

……

As dusk began to fall and night gradually descended.

After spending the whole day sulking in her room, the arrogant demon lord Ilya stepped out of her bedchamber.

She is a ruthless and decisive demon; her cowering is merely an occasional display of cowardice. In reality, she is incredibly fierce.

She would never wait until the middle of the night to reluctantly go to Lynn's room to fulfill her promise. She set off as soon as it got dark, just to show Lynn how trustworthy and reliable she was.

With a powerful stride, Ilya headed straight for Lynn's palace. On the way, she had already decided that she would take the initiative and first overturn and ravage Lynn.

After that, it doesn't matter what happens, since she attacked first and won the first game, no matter how many times she loses afterward, it won't change the fact that she got the first win.

This was the only way she could maintain a semblance of dignity. What else could she do? Face off against Lynn, the Seven Kill Succubus? That wouldn't be considered overconfident; that would be called utterly clueless…

With a "clang" sound.

Ilya kicked open the tightly closed door of the Demon Emperor's palace. Just as she was about to rush in and kill Lynn, she was shocked by the scene inside.

"Ah!!" ×7.

It was the same level of snow white as hers, but seven times more numerous.

Ilya instinctively retreated, wanting to get far away, but she realized what was happening before she got very far.

Isn't this my turn? Where am I supposed to hide? They should be the ones hiding from me!

Thinking of this, Ilya strode back and stood at the door, looking down with a dignified gaze at the flustered Witches of Pleasure.

After a while, the seven succubi, who had hurriedly dressed, followed the arrogant demon king who had come to the door... uh, the door-kicking demon king. They bowed and then ran away in unison, leaving behind only the slightly embarrassed demon emperor and the demon king with a cold smile.

"It seems I've arrived at the wrong time."

Ilya smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, but Lynn could detect a murderous aura emanating from her. If he weren't far stronger than Ilya, that murderous aura would likely have materialized into a real killing intent.

Upon hearing Ilya's line, Lynn wanted to embrace the Witch of Pleasure while saying, "No, you've come at just the right time," and then pull Ilya into his other half of his embrace.

But that's impossible. Not only have the Pleasure Witches already run away, but even if they were still here, Lynn's arm isn't long enough to hold seven succubi.

"It was indeed a bit unfortunate that we arrived; two hours later would have been just right."

Lynn was a little embarrassed, but the Pleasure Witches were really too skilled; how could he possibly defeat seven succubi by himself?

"Can you still stand up now?"

Ilya wanted to scoff, but then felt that would be a bit too bold, so she simply raised a question.

However, this question was like pouring a bucket of gasoline on a half-burned flame, causing it to explode instantly.

Do you think I can stand up or not?

Lynn slammed her hand on the sofa in anger, and both Lynns stood up at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Ilya instinctively took a step back, but immediately stepped back.

She is no longer the timid Ilya she once was; now she is the powerful and invincible arrogant demon lord, Ilya Murphy!
Okay, while I'm not invincible, I'm definitely the strongest!
Even when facing Lynn, the human supreme expert with unparalleled strength, she would not retreat another step... or even two steps...

Then Lynn took two steps toward her, and Ilya took four steps back with a "thump-thump-thump" sound...

Ilya: "..."

No, her foot moved backward on its own, it had nothing to do with her! She's actually very brave!

To prove herself, Ilya gritted her teeth and faced the great terror head-on, choosing to confront the man head-on.

(End of this chapter)