Chapter 114 : You Can Do This First, Then This…
Chapter 114: You Can Do This First, Then This…
The silver chain swayed in midair, producing a crisp “ding-ling” sound.
Hera held the rune-engraved ring and, without any explanation, directly slipped it onto Lilia’s left ring finger.
Click.
The other one went onto her own hand.
The moment their fingers aligned, Lilia felt a scorching current explode from her fingertips, surging through her veins like lightning and sparks, as if it would blow her skull open.
Shared senses.
And this thing was actually real-time.
To lose her first time in this other world—and the partner was a female demon overlord who could scatter people’s ashes at any moment.
Lilia steeled herself, closed her eyes, and prepared to face the storm.
She went all in.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
There was no expected storm.
Lilia secretly opened one eye.
Hera was braced above her, brows tightly furrowed, staring fixedly at the ring with an expression more serious than reviewing a military budget worth billions of gold coins.
Her breathing was slightly uneven, and a faint blush tinged her golden eyes.
Hera reached out, her movements stiff, trying to undo the collar buttons of Lilia’s Combat Maid Outfit.
Her fingertips were trembling.
The kind of trembling where one tries desperately to control it—yet fails.
Too much force—
Snap!
A poor button flew off, tracing a parabola before landing on the expensive carpet.
Lilia was instantly dumbfounded.
Hera seemed irritated by the disobedient button. Dark red magic surged in her hand, as if she was about to shatter the system-issued high-grade equipment into pieces.
No!
Master!
This outfit isn’t covered by warranty if it breaks!
Lilia, throwing shame aside, hurriedly grabbed Hera’s wrist.
Sizzle—
Due to the cursed effect of the Conjoined Heart Lock, that slight touch from Lilia was amplified fivefold when reflected onto Hera.
Hera’s entire body trembled violently, a short, muffled groan escaping her throat.
Lilia felt like she had touched a high-voltage wire.
Inside, she screamed: This ring is a scam! Even this kind of reaction gets amplified—how are we supposed to live like this?!
“Um… Master?”
Lilia spoke weakly, her voice unsteady.
“Are you… not very experienced?”
Hera froze.
Her expression instantly became extremely colorful—pale to red, then red to green.
The Demon Queen’s pride suffered an unprecedented blow.
She forced herself to maintain her dignity, letting out a cold snort through her nose.
“Silence.”
Hera gritted her teeth, staring at Lilia’s collarbone.
“I am merely… searching for the most perfect angle of attack.”
Attack my foot!
You haven’t even found the door yet!
So this is what they call full marks in theory, zero in practice?
Lilia sighed.
Her survival instinct once again triumphed over her shame.
This kind of thing couldn’t be forced—especially not with a violent beginner holding nuclear-level power.
She had to teach.
Lilia had no choice but to enter “coach mode,” tearfully taking up the role.
She held Hera’s hand in reverse, guiding that palm—capable of destroying worlds—slowly onto her waist.
“Relax, Master.”
Lilia felt like she was coaxing a bomb that could explode at any moment.
“Don’t use magic, this isn’t a battle… here, you can do this first… then this… and then… mm…”
Hera bit her lower lip.
This unprecedented sense of passivity made her very uncomfortable.
Although her technique was disastrously poor, the Demon Queen’s stamina and explosive strength were simply inhuman.
Lilia was really about to cry.
It hurt too much.
Because of the Conjoined Heart Lock, what Hera felt was Lilia’s pleasure, while what Lilia felt was double, amplified feedback.
Sensory overload.
That night, even the moon above the Palace of Eternal Night seemed too shy to witness such an absurd scene, hiding behind the clouds.
……
The next morning.
Light squeezed in through the gaps of the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the messy bed.
Lilia opened her eyes.
First sensation: sore waist.
Second sensation: aching back.
Third sensation: leg cramps.
She felt like she had been run over repeatedly by a hundred Hell Cerberus, then tossed into a washing machine for spin-drying.
Just as she tried to turn over, she realized she couldn’t move.
A smooth, jade-like arm was wrapped around her waist.
Hera hadn’t woken up yet.
The usually ice-cold, decisive Queen was now pressed against her back like a little girl lacking a sense of security, her face buried in Lilia’s neck.
Her breathing was steady.
Lilia stared blankly at the ceiling.
She had really slept with the Demon Queen.
Or rather, been slept by the Demon Queen.
And she was still alive.
Even… somewhat lingering in the aftertaste.
Stop!
Lilia shook her head, throwing those inappropriate thoughts away.
Right.
Where was that damn system?
Lilia didn’t believe for a second that the Conjoined Heart Lock had appeared by accident. That thing had definitely been a “tool for the crime” prepared in advance.
She cautiously called out in her mind.
“Hey?”
“Stop playing dead, come out and take responsibility!”
“Good morning, Host.”
The system’s voice sounded refreshed, even carrying a strange sense of kindness and relief—like a mother seeing her daughter finally married off.
“You didn’t wake me up? Don’t you usually start buzzing like crazy at dawn? Did the sun rise from the west?”
Lilia complained irritably.
“Host, although this system is usually strict, I’m not that lacking in awareness.”
The blue panel appeared in her mind, the text looking extremely punchable.
“During your deep interaction with Her Majesty the Queen, this system automatically entered deep sleep mode. After all, those scenes could overload core data and risk being censored.”
Lilia’s face flushed.
“Get lost!”
But she quickly calmed down.
Looking at Hera, who was still asleep, Lilia felt complicated emotions swirling inside her.
She asked softly,
“What exactly are you?”
A string of garbled text flashed across the panel.
【Insufficient permissions. Unable to query.】
【But I can assure you that this system exists not to harm you, nor will it harm Her Majesty the Queen.】
Lilia let out a cold laugh, a surge of anger rising within her.
“Not harm me?”
“Who was it that kept threatening to erase me back then?”
“And who kept issuing those embarrassment-level-max tasks, pushing me to the brink? If it weren’t for my survival instincts, my bones would’ve rotted in the sewage system by now!”
The system fell silent for a moment.
Only the cursor kept blinking.
【Without applying appropriate pressure, how could someone with your lazy, go-with-the-flow mindset have conquered Hera in such a short time?】
【How else could you have gotten someone of this level into bed?】
【This system is working for your benefit.】
Benefit my ass!
This kind of “benefit” comes with way too much pressure, okay?!
Lilia rolled her eyes.
Hera suddenly moved.
Lilia’s entire body tensed.
The arm around her tightened, pulling her deeper into the embrace.
Hera’s long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Her golden eyes slowly opened.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze again.
All the absurd, wild, indescribable scenes from last night replayed simultaneously in both their minds.
Lilia felt the ring on her ring finger heat up again—burning hot.
Hera looked at Lilia, her gaze briefly unfocused before quickly returning to clarity and pride.
But the tips of her ears were completely red.
“Awake?”
Her voice carried the laziness of just waking up.
Lilia’s heartbeat skipped a beat.
She shrank her neck, not daring to turn around to look at Hera’s current expression.
“G-Good morning… Master…”