Chapter 176 : I Damn, It Really Worked
Chapter 176: I Damn, It Really Worked
When she opened her eyes again, Lilia found herself sitting on the throne.
Beneath her was a soft cushion, and in her hand she held a cup of still-steaming black tea.
Right in front of her stood a tall figure dressed in a black-and-white lace-trimmed maid outfit.
That person had long black hair cascading like a waterfall, and her golden eyes carried a hint of confusion and… obedience?
That face—it was Hera!
“Master,” the “maid Hera” slightly bowed, her voice cool with a trace of respect, “is the temperature of the tea suitable?”
Lilia’s hand trembled, and the scalding black tea nearly spilled onto her legs.
Holy shit!
It really worked?!
Lilia took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the wild joy and that tiny bit of fear in her heart. She cleared her throat, imitating Hera’s usual tone, and slowly spoke the line she had long dreamed of:
“Too hot.”
Lilia placed the teacup heavily on the table, her gaze “cold” as she looked at the maid in front of her.
“Brew it again.”
The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Lilia froze on the throne, her heart dancing wildly in her chest, the background music probably a mashup of “Good Luck Comes” and “Great Compassion Mantra.”
She really… didn’t get struck dead?
The woman before her, dressed in a black-and-white lace maid outfit and even wearing cat-ear accessories on her head (System, you really understand preferences), was truly the same Hera who killed without blinking—the Queen of Eternal Night?
“Yes, Master.”
Hera slightly lowered her noble head, her long hair sliding over her shoulders and covering those eyes that usually carried teasing and indifference. She extended both hands and carefully lifted the cup of black tea that Lilia had dismissed as “too hot.”
“This servant will go replace it at once.”
Thi… this servant?!
Those two words blew her rationality into fireworks.
So good!
It felt so damn good!
This feeling was like a doormat who had endured humiliation for eighteen years suddenly turning the tables—not only winning five million in the lottery, but also pinning those who once looked down on her to the ground and grinding them into dust.
Lilia felt like she was floating.
No, she felt like she had already ascended.
In this absolute domain called the 【Dream Instance】, what Demon King, what hierarchy, what working-class struggle—everything could go to hell!
Watching Hera’s departing figure—the figure that should have been draped in a black cloak, exuding an aura of death—was now outlined by the tight maid outfit into breathtaking curves. Even beneath the specially shortened skirt for mobility, the snowy whiteness of the Absolute Territory was faintly visible.
Lilia swallowed.
Those legs, that waist, that… ahem.
“Wait.”
Lilia called out as if possessed.
Hera paused, turned around, still meek and obedient. “Does Master have further instructions?”
Lilia leaned back against the throne and crossed her legs—Hera’s favorite sitting posture, now it was her turn. She casually swung her foot, slightly raised her chin, and spoke in an extremely punchable tone:
“Forget the tea, I have no appetite.”
She pointed at her boot-clad calf.
“I walked too much today, my legs are sore. Come here and massage them.”
The air froze for a second.
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat, afraid that the next moment Hera would explode and slice her, this reckless fool, into a human stick.
But the expected killing gaze did not appear.
Hera walked back to the throne.
Those hands gently rested on Lilia’s calf.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, the pressure just right.
“Is it here, Master?”
Lilia: (ΩДΩ)!!!
Holy shit!
She really did it!
Lilia felt the dopamine in her body erupting like a fountain. This was not just physical comfort, but an extreme explosion of pleasure on a mental level!
So this was the taste of power?
So this was the joy of being the boss?
No wonder Hera loved ordering people around so much—turns out the feeling of stepping on others (in the literal sense) was so addictive!
Lilia narrowed her eyes, enjoying a Demon King–level “massage.”
Once rationality cracked, it was like a flood breaking through a dam—impossible to stop.
At first, Lilia only tentatively asked Hera to massage her legs.
Seeing that the other party had no complaints, and even asked, “Is the pressure alright,” Lilia’s courage inflated like a balloon.
“My shoulders are sore too, knead them.”
“I don’t want to peel fruit, feed me with your mouth.”
“The floor is dirty, clean it—no magic, use a rag!”
Hera accepted everything.
No matter how outrageous or embarrassing Lilia’s requests were, she carried them out one by one, her face always maintaining that obedient expression.
Not enough.
Still not enough.
How could this level of “revenge” make up for all the suffering she endured in reality?
Waking up earlier than a chicken, sleeping later than a dog.
Especially at night…
Lilia’s mind replayed the scene from last night in the Bedchamber.
Dim candlelight, the swaying large bed, and Hera’s golden eyes that seemed to see through everything, along with that sentence that made her legs go weak—“tolerance test.”
Every time, she was the one crying.
Every time, she was the one begging for mercy.
Even with the 【Seed of Life】, with infinite stamina, once on the bed, she was still the one being crushed.
Why?
Just because she was the Demon King, and she was a maid?
Just because she was stronger, and she was weaker?
Lilia stared at Hera, who was still wiping the floor, her gaze gradually deepening, even tinged with a dangerous frenzy.
Since this was a dream…
Since in this instance, she was the one who set the rules…
Then could she turn the tables and become the master?
Take back everything she had lost in reality?
Lilia’s gaze roamed over Hera’s perfectly curved back.
A surge of heat rushed straight to her head.
Lilia suddenly stood up.
“Stop cleaning.”
Her voice trembled slightly from excitement, yet in this absolute silence, it sounded like an unquestionable command.
Hera stopped and raised her head, looking at her with slight confusion. “Master?”
That single “Master” made Lilia’s bones go soft.
She took a deep breath, strode over to Hera, and looked down at this once unattainable woman from above.
Lilia reached out, grabbed the lace bow at Hera’s chest, and yanked hard, pulling her up from the ground.
The distance between them instantly closed.
Their noses nearly touching.