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Chapter 72 : Are We Going to Play Outdoors?
Chapter 72: Are We Going to Play Outdoors?
The night was thick like ink that couldn’t be dissolved.
Only the sound of high heels striking the obsidian floor echoed.
“Da, da, da…”
The crisper the sound, the more uneasy Lilia felt inside.
She lowered her head and glanced at the Combat Maid Outfit she was wearing.
It was nighttime now, which meant the so-called… bedtime attendance.
Lilia swallowed, her throat dry.
Earlier in the study, Hera’s meaningful words still echoed in her ears—“As long as you can do it, I will properly… dote on you.”
And then in the afternoon, that damn Succubus Duke Camilla had leaned her enchanting face right up to her and shamelessly declared she was going to “steal the Queen.”
Steal?
That won’t do!
Lilia’s current situation was extremely awkward.
In this Demon Realm full of perverts and murderers, Hera’s thigh was her only lifeline.
If Hera really got her soul hooked away by that curvy, skilled succubus, then what would happen to her, a half-baked “maid”?
She might be thrown into the breeding grounds as feed by tomorrow.
“Isn’t it just sleeping?”
Lilia took a deep breath.
“You’re now a maid who will do anything to survive! This is called sacrifice! As long as you serve Hera comfortably, what does that Camilla even count for!”
Compared to being made into a specimen or thrown to magical beasts as feed, what was a little use of her looks?
And besides…
In her mind, Lilia pictured Hera’s stunning yet cold face, along with that blood-pumping figure.
It didn’t seem like a loss…?
Thinking this, Lilia straightened her back a little.
The door to the Bedchamber was right in front of her.
Her hand trembled slightly as she wiped the cold sweat on her skirt before gently knocking on the door.
“Knock, knock.”
“Enter.”
She pushed the door open.
Under the moonlight, Lilia immediately saw the figure standing by the window.
Being sensible, she closed the door behind her.
She didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone.
Lilia softened her steps and walked like a docile kitten to a position five steps behind Hera, not daring to approach further. She directly knelt on both knees, pressing her forehead against the cold floor.
“Master, Lilia… has come to receive punishment. Oh no, to receive a reward.”
A slip of the tongue.
Lilia wanted to slap herself.
Hera didn’t turn around immediately.
Silence.
A suffocating silence.
Lilia lay on the ground, only able to see the hem of Hera’s long dress trailing across the floor.
Hera slowly turned around.
Hera stopped in front of Lilia.
A faint damp warmth mixed with fragrance drifted into Lilia’s nose.
She just bathed?
Lilia’s imagination instantly went into overdrive.
“Stand up.” Hera’s voice carried no emotion.
Lilia scrambled to her feet, but kept her head lowered, not daring to look directly into Hera’s eyes. Her gaze could only fall upon Hera’s fair and delicate collarbone.
Wait.
What Hera was wearing today… was a black silk nightgown?
The material was exquisite, draping perfectly. It was loosely tied with a belt, the neckline slightly open, faintly revealing skin as pale as snow.
Confirmed!
Lilia’s heart began pounding violently in her chest, as if it were about to break through her ribs.
Hera said nothing, only stepping forward half a step.
The distance was too close.
Close enough for Lilia to feel the heat emanating from Hera’s body.
“Why are you trembling?” Hera suddenly asked, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.
Lilia jolted and stammered, “N-not trembling… just… a little excited.”
“Excited?”
Hera let out a soft laugh.
That laugh was like ice melting, carrying a charm that made one’s legs go weak.
A slightly cool hand suddenly pinched Lilia’s chin, forcing her to raise her head.
Lilia was compelled to meet those golden eyes.
At this moment, Hera had shed the distant authority she carried during the day. Her golden pupils reflected Lilia’s face, red like a monkey’s backside.
Hera’s thumb gently brushed across Lilia’s lower lip.
Slightly rough, slightly ticklish.
With a “boom,” Lilia’s mind exploded into fireworks.
It’s happening!
This is the prelude to a wall slam!
Next, is she going to throw me onto the bed and do this and that, and that and this?
Camilla, you’ve lost!
After tonight, I’ll be the number one whisperer by the Queen’s bedside!
Lilia steeled herself. She closed her eyes, slightly tilted her head up, wearing an expression of tragic resolve—“If not me, then who?”—and even cooperatively puckered her lips just a little.
In her mind, she screamed wildly: Come on! Don’t pity me just because I’m delicate!
Hera’s fingers stopped.
The air froze for three seconds.
The expected kiss did not come. Instead, the hand holding her chin suddenly released.
Immediately after, her forehead was tapped.
“Smack!”
It didn’t hurt—if anything, it was light, like being patted by a cat’s paw.
Lilia opened her eyes in confusion, one hand covering her forehead, her face full of bewilderment.
Hera was looking at her as if she were an idiot, the teasing curve at the corner of her lips growing wider until she actually laughed.
“Pfft.”
That single laugh shattered all of Lilia’s romantic fantasies.
Hera withdrew her hand and turned, walking toward the massive royal bed… or rather, the clothing rack beside it.
“Empty out all that messy, filthy nonsense in your head.”
Hera’s voice returned to that lazy coolness. She raised her hand and pointed at a set of clothes hanging on the rack.
“Come here and help me change.”
Change clothes?
Now?
It was already midnight. Changing clothes at this hour—could it be some kind of roleplay interest?
Lilia glanced at the outfit, her eyes nearly popping out.
Tight leather pants, knee-high boots, and even a hooded long coat.
This clearly looked like gear for going out to fight—or escape!
Lilia couldn’t process it and foolishly asked, “M-Master… are we… going out for some outdoor play?”
Hera’s hand, which was undoing the belt of her nightgown, paused. She turned her head, narrowing her eyes at Lilia. There was already killing intent in her gaze.
“Do you want to go to the Confinement Room to clear your head?”
“No!”
Lilia’s survival instinct instantly activated. She dashed forward, swiftly taking the clothes from the rack and holding them respectfully.
Instinctively, Lilia wanted to close her eyes out of courtesy, but her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, staring straight ahead without moving.
That back…
That waistline…
Those legs…
This is absolutely top-tier!