Chapter 107 : She Can’t Possibly Know Nothing, Right
Chapter 107: She Can’t Possibly Know Nothing, Right?!
Lilia was on the verge of tears, her face scrunched into a mess.
“That’s Lady Hera!!”
“You think I can just sleep with her whenever I want?!”
“This isn’t ordering takeout—I can’t just pick whatever I want to eat!”
Lilia stomped her feet anxiously, completely forgetting about her image.
“Even if I wash myself clean, strip naked, tie a bow on myself, and deliver myself to her bed—if she doesn’t want it, there’s nothing I can do!”
“For all I know, she might just swing back with a blade and send me straight to the afterlife!”
Mary stared at Lilia for a long while.
As if trying to determine whether she was lying.
“Doesn’t want it?”
Mary frowned, her small face full of confusion.
“How is that possible?”
“You’re so pretty, and you smell so nice, and there…”
She pointed at the patch of pale skin exposed from Lilia’s loosened collar.
“It’s soft there too.”
“Even I want to take a bite—how could Sister Hera possibly hold back?”
The corner of Lilia’s mouth twitched.
Thanks for the compliment, but this was hardly something to be happy about.
“It’s true.”
Lilia raised three fingers, swearing indignantly.
To save her life, she had thrown away all sense of dignity.
“Just last night!”
“In that big bathtub!”
Lilia gestured animatedly, her emotions vivid.
“I bathed with her!”
“I was already like that… like that, you know? I was practically hanging myself on the wall!”
“And what happened?”
Lilia spread her hands, her face full of lifeless despair.
“She stayed expressionless the entire time!”
“Not only did she not touch me, she even held that scrubbing cloth and nearly scrubbed my skin off!”
“And you call that ‘unable to resist’?”
“I think she resisted just fine! She’s basically a saint unmoved even with a beauty in his arms—the most upright demon in the Abyss!”
The air fell silent for a few seconds.
Only Lilia’s heavy breathing could be heard.
Mary froze.
She clearly hadn’t expected things to unfold like this.
Bathing together?
Scrubbing?
Finding her dirty?
This script was all wrong.
Based on her understanding of Sister Hera, that woman with an almost pathological level of possessiveness—if she had truly marked someone as hers, how could she possibly hold back from devouring them?
Unless…
She really wasn’t interested?
Mary hugged her bear and fell into deep thought.
Her tiny brows furrowed into a tight crease.
She poked the bear’s belly with her finger, making squishy sounds.
“Did I misjudge?”
Mary muttered to herself.
“Could it be that Sister Hera really can’t do it?”
“Or…”
She looked up, sizing Lilia up from head to toe.
“Do you really have no appeal at all?”
Lilia: “……”
Could you not conduct this kind of personal attack right to her face?
It really hurt her self-esteem, okay?!
“Or…”
Mary rubbed her chin, deep in thought.
“Sister Hera… could it be that she really… doesn’t know?”
“Doesn’t know what?” Lilia asked cautiously.
“Doesn’t know how to… ah!”
Mary looked like she was frustrated over wasted potential.
“She’s been killing demons for tens of thousands of years—aside from chopping people and reviewing documents, she’s a blank sheet in this area too!”
“She probably doesn’t even know that besides sleeping while hugging, there are other things you can do!”
Lilia: ……
Wasn’t this analysis a bit too disrespectful to the Demon Queen?
She was, after all, the ruler of all demons—surely even if she hadn’t eaten pork, she’d seen pigs run, right?
“No.”
Mary suddenly stood up.
Those crimson eyes burned with blazing flames.
Not killing intent.
But a strange… sense of mission.
“This is too embarrassing.”
“As the Queen of the Demon Realm, she’s actually a frigid old XX?”
“I have to help her.”
Mary clenched her small fists.
Then, she turned to look at Lilia.
Her smile was eerie.
“Lilia.”
“Y-yes…?”
“The two-day agreement still stands.”
Mary took out a transparent little bottle from her skirt pocket.
Inside was half a bottle of pink liquid, shimmering dreamily as it swayed.
“Since Sister doesn’t understand, then we’ll help her ‘understand.’”
“What is that?”
Lilia looked at the bottle, instinctively sensing danger.
This color.
This texture.
It definitely wasn’t any kind of proper potion!
“Good stuff.”
Mary stuffed the bottle into Lilia’s hand, her fingertips icy.
“A secret treasure of the succubus race—‘Abyssal Love.’”
“With just one drop, even a statue made of stone will XX.”
“Even a eunuch can turn into a pile driver.”
“Tonight, put it into Sister’s tea.”
Mary patted Lilia’s shoulder, her tone like a crime boss instigating wrongdoing.
“No need to thank me.”
“This isn’t just to save your life.”
“It’s also…”
Mary grinned, revealing a smile full of malicious amusement.
“To add a little spice to Sister Hera’s boring life.”
Mary jumped down from the bed.
A trace of cunning flashed through her crimson eyes.
“Two days.”
“Either you get slept by her.”
“Or…”
Mary walked to the door and made a throat-slitting gesture as she looked back.
“Get played to pieces by me.”
Click.
The door closed.
Lilia stood there, holding the small bottle that seemed to burn in her hand.
She was finished.
Completely finished.
This wasn’t just courting death anymore.
This was thinking reincarnation was too slow and wanting a VIP express lane straight to hell!
“System…”
With a trembling voice, Lilia called out in her mind.
“Help me…”
【Ding!】
【Detected that the host has obtained a key item: “Abyssal Love (Enhanced Version)”.】
【Emergency side mission triggered: The Queen’s Awakening.】
【Mission Description: As a qualified Personal Maid, it is your duty to resolve your master’s physiological… and psychological needs. Within 24 hours, have Hera consume or consume it yourself, and complete the ‘Great Harmony of Life’.】
【Mission Reward: ??? (Extremely generous)】
【Failure Penalty: Being dismantled into parts by Mary.】
Lilia’s vision went black.
The potion bottle in her hand nearly slipped to the ground.
You bunch of lunatics!
And this damn system too!
You’re trying to force me to death!
“I’m not doing it!”
Lilia threw the bottle onto the bed, letting out a silent roar.
“Whoever wants to do it can do it!”
“I quit!”
“At worst, I’ll just die!”
“No matter what.”
Only Lilia remained in the empty room, standing there in disarray.
After a long while.
She slowly crouched down, clutching her head, letting out a despairing wail.
“What kind of sin did I commit—!!!”
Being a maid these days was way too hard.
Not only did she have to handle the hall and the kitchen, beat hooligans and outwit unscrupulous merchants.
Now she even had to, just to stay alive…
Figure out a way to make her own boss sleep with her?
What kind of hell-level workplace survival challenge was this?!
Lilia got up from the ground and glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window.
Then she looked at the Bedchamber next door, looming like a dormant beast.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Two days.
Only two days.
Succeed—or die.
Or become…
A ragged doll.