Miss Demon King, Please Endure a Little Longer - Volume 3 Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Sandwich with Cheese
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Sometimes, Aira felt she was truly too selfless, thoroughly embodying the principle of “no sacrifice is too great to accept.”
Maintaining an intimate relationship with the Saintess of Light would indirectly give her control over the sole religious authority of the human kingdom. And controlling this would be a merit lasting for thousands of years, leading the demon race to greatness once again.
Revitalizing the glory of the demon race was Aira’s duty, and as long as she could achieve the great resurgence of the demon race, even if it meant being naked and making rice cake collision with the Saintess, she would be willing.
Just as she was thinking this, the big rice cake collided right into her.
Squish—
“Mmm~”
Lia pressed down and hugged the girl, kissing her a few times before following the usual routine of rubbing against her a bit, feeling quite delighted.
“Didn’t expect I still kept this compartment, did you?” she said. “I was going to clean it up, but as soon as I came in, I remembered that day when we ended up sleeping together because of a small mistake. But you know what? Theoretically speaking, maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all.”
The Saintess demonstrated her logical abilities. First, as everyone knows, she has the blessing of light protecting her from all harmful influences. The incense managed to bypass the protection mechanism and caused significant consequences, but from another perspective, being able to bypass the protection mechanism means it wasn’t something bad, which further indicates it wasn’t a bad thing, but rather a good thing.
“Don’t you think so?”
Aira made an agreeable sound. With you on top of me, whatever you say is right.
As she always said, as long as it could help the demon race’s revival, even being pressed down and ground against, she would be willing!
Greatness needs no words.
The girl’s face showed an involuntary, euphoric expression, because the sensation was coming.
“Does it feel good?”
Don’t talk about feeling good, the Demon King is sacrificing herself for the demon race. There’s no such thing as comfortable or uncomfortable. Even if it really feels good, it’s just finding joy in suffering, definitely not enjoying any tender embrace… But wait, who said that?
Aira froze for a moment.
It wasn’t Lia speaking. The Saintess’s voice would come from right in front, very close, fragrant, with a warm sunny aura.
It wasn’t Iselis either. The Evil God’s voice would drill directly into her brain, dizzy, with a bone-chilling feeling from the stars.
But this voice was that of an ordinary girl, just somewhat distant and light, as if transmitted through a membrane.
What kind of membrane? Probably the boundary between life and death separating the netherworld from the world of the living.
An undead!
Aira sensed it, she was being hugged from the front by the Saintess, warm and soft, but something seemed to be pressed against her back as well, cold and chilly, like a breeze from the River Styx.
An undead, and the most familiar one at that — the assassin girl from the hero party, Zero.
Aira’s eyes truly closed.
How could someone cross between life and death just to grope you…
“Why are you closing your eyes?” Lia asked puzzledly. “It’s not like it’s the first, second, third, or fourth time. Are you still shy?”
Please, I’m begging you to stop talking…
In that instant, many words flooded Aira’s mind, like “things aren’t what they seem,” “please stay calm and let me explain,” “I’m not, I didn’t, nothing happened,” but then she realized another crucial problem — she couldn’t speak.
Zero couldn’t hear her thoughts.
Why, why was she here!
Zero indeed couldn’t hear thoughts, but at this moment she proactively said: “I was worried you might get into trouble at the church, because you possess such evil power. I was afraid you’d fight with them, so I came in this form to help you.”
That’s what she said, which seemed somewhat reasonable, yet completely unreasonable at the same time.
“Aira, are you fighting with Miss Lia?”
The girl’s innocent words were like a guillotine swaying overhead, leaving her uncertain whether she was dead or alive, her suspended heart unable to settle.
Was she doomed? It seemed there might still be hope… but in this situation, what could possibly save her?
“Aira,” the undead girl’s voice rang out again, “why are you and Miss Lia naked and hugging so tightly together?”
I don’t know! Even if I knew how to explain it, I can’t say anything!
Aira struggled mentally a couple of times before finally closing her eyes.
She couldn’t understand, couldn’t figure out why the assassin girl, who had been convinced by her and seemed to trust her completely, would secretly follow her here.
Could it really be as she said, that she came to help because she was worried about her fighting ability, or perhaps… had she been deceived?
No, that couldn’t be. How could the brilliant and wise Demon King be fooled by a simple fool? This couldn’t be real…
“You’re closing your eyes again,” Lia hummed. “Then I’m going to kiss you.”
With that, a fragrant kiss landed.
Muamuamuamua
“Aira, why is Miss Lia kissing you?”
“Why are your bodies twisting around like that? What are you doing?”
“Why…”
Yes, why indeed.
At this moment, Aira finally gave up struggling. She felt that her earlier self, who was conflicted about whether there was still hope, was ridiculous — like someone whose head had been chopped off with only a bit of skin connecting it to the neck, holding their head while going to the hospital asking, “Doctor, do you think I can still be saved?”
How could there be any salvation?
Give up, give up struggling. Since things had come to this, lying down with a sense of redemption didn’t seem so bad…
“Aira, I notice Miss Lia only knows how to twist around with her body,” the undead girl behind her said. “She doesn’t seem to know how to use her hands.”
The delicate body that had already given up struggling suddenly tensed.
You you you, what are you planning to do?
“I still remember that night when I tried it, and Aira seemed very happy.”
What happy? I didn’t say anything at the time. Don’t take the reaction of that other mouth as my attitude… Eeeek!!
Physically speaking, this was clipping through, which wouldn’t cause substantial damage. But mentally, Aira could truly feel that penetrating sensation, something going in.
Cold and chilly, as if penetrating deep into her bones, like a spring bursting forth—
“Hmm, Aira, what’s wrong with you?”
Lia noticed the girl in her arms was trembling all over, her beautiful ruby eyes rolling back, her sweet voice pitched high and urgent, clearly the instant of extreme suppression reaching its breaking point.
The Saintess was very confused: “Why are you coming so early today?”
Coming? Going!
Aira had lost the strength to speak and could only respond with uncontrollable eye-rolling.
Lia finally realized something was seriously wrong: “Hey, hey, what’s wrong with you? Are you really going to…?”
Stop asking ahhhhhhh!
Aira took flight.
She saw the sky, saw the floating clouds, saw the magnificent scenery above the stratosphere, then drifted out of the atmosphere to see the mysteries of the universe, with brilliant stars winking at her, and then… laughed.
It was Iselis’s laughter.