Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

As night fell, for the average folks, lighting candles was a luxury they couldn't afford, and there wasn't much in the way of entertainment either.

After a long day of hard work, once they'd finally had a decent meal and a bit of rest, there was really only one thing left to do in the evening.

And that was to contribute to the future of the kingdom by, well, making babies.

In other words—making babies!

"Hey!"

Sylvia's voice carried a hint of embarrassment as she tried to stop Timothy.

But Timothy had already taken a step forward.

Whoosh!

The candle on the table was blown out, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Seeing Sylvia still trying to maintain a bit of composure, pretending to be aloof, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle. "Hah, trying to fool me? Did you forget what you misunderstood this afternoon, my dear?"

"This afternoon… what misunderstanding?"
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Sylvia suddenly recalled the scene by the fields earlier that day. She had been a little expectant, only to be disappointed, and had even muttered, "That's it?"

Who would've thought that by nightfall, Timothy would actually come looking for her!

A sliver of moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, softly illuminating the blush that had crept onto Sylvia's flawless face.

Her clear eyes shimmered, like ripples on a calm autumn lake.

"So impatient."

She didn't resist much, only giving Timothy a playful pinch on his waist.

"You're no different, goddess…"

Timothy's gaze was sharp, as if he could see right through her, especially those delicate, now-reddened ears of hers.

"I am not…"

Sylvia's face flushed even more, the heat rising to her cheeks.

But under the moonlight, as she gazed at Timothy's face, the simple, ordinary life they had shared that day replayed in her mind.

It was warm, peaceful, and filled her heart with a quiet, comforting joy.

Her eyes softened, and the walls she had built around her heart slowly crumbled.

Finally, she couldn't hold back and covered her mouth, letting out a soft giggle.

The moonlight bathed her skin, making it appear even more pure and flawless, like porcelain.

The candle had long since gone out, and the old, worn-down house now seemed to take on a different atmosphere.

The beauty began to undress, her skin as soft and pink as peach blossoms.

The moonlight gently poured in, and the only sounds that filled the room were soft, rhythmic breaths.

"So wet… so hot… so tight…"

"Ah… it feels so good… oh… really… oh… it feels so good… ah… you're so deep… oh… you're hitting the spot… ah… right there… ah…"

Her soft, breathy moans, tinged with a cool sweetness, were like the song of birds, delicate and melodious.

Amidst this scene of tender beauty, the old bed creaked incessantly, as if it could barely withstand the force of the moment.

Perhaps it was struggling under the weight of such passion…

The small town, bathed in moonlight, seemed even more serene and beautiful at this moment.

...

"Old woman, could it be an earthquake? I swear I feel like the ground is shaking!"

In the house next door, Elder Zandor suddenly woke up in a panic, shaking his wife awake.

He grabbed her, not even bothering to put on clothes, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

"Huh? Doesn't feel like an earthquake to me… it seems more like…"

Agatha, still groggy from sleep, blinked a few times before her gaze fell on the wall beside her.

After thinking for a moment, Agatha finally pressed her ear against the wall.

"I've never heard of an earthquake you can listen to! Stop wasting time and let's get out of here!" Elder Zandor was practically hopping with anxiety, terrified that the house might collapse at any second.

But after carefully looking around, he suddenly realized that there didn't seem to be any signs of an earthquake at all. Even the shaking he had felt in his sleep seemed incredibly faint.

It couldn't have been an earthquake. It was more like… something coming from next door?

"Did you hear anything, dear?" he asked hurriedly.

"Ahem, well…"

After listening intently for a while, Agatha pulled her head back from the wall. She stood there in silence for a moment, then let out a long sigh, a strange smile tugging at her lips. "Ah, these young people… so full of life."

"Full of life? What are you talking about? Let me listen!"

Zandor was completely baffled. He couldn't understand why his usually blunt wife was suddenly being so secretive.

But before he could get close to the wall, Agatha shoved him away.

"Go to sleep, you old fool."

"Huh? But I didn't hear anything yet."

"Why do you need to listen to young people's private business? If you keep it up, I'll strangle you."

Zandor: "???"

In all their years together, he had never seen his wife get this worked up.

"So… no earthquake?"

"No."

"Then what did you hear?"

"Shut up and go to sleep!"

"…"

Zandor had no choice but to lie back down, though his mind was still spinning with confusion.

There was definitely no earthquake, but why did it feel like the floor had been vibrating in a steady rhythm all night?

...

...

"I'm done with you…"

Six hours had passed, and Sylvia, her face flushed and her neck glistening with sweat, murmured in a soft, exhausted voice.

Embarrassed, she pulled the blanket over herself and turned her back to Timothy, facing the other side of the bed.

For some reason, she could clearly feel that Timothy's… skills had improved dramatically. So much so that she had barely been able to keep up with him…

But…

With a long, heated sigh, Sylvia felt all the fatigue from the past few days melt away. Her body, though a bit weak, was now in a state of perfect relaxation and satisfaction.

Her heart, which had been racing like a little rabbit, finally began to calm down.

As the moonlight streamed in, Sylvia, who had turned away in a huff, slowly rolled back over.

And there, she found herself staring right into Timothy's eyes.

"It's late. Let's get some sleep, love," Timothy said with a gentle smile, as if he had expected this all along.

"Hmph, fine. Goodnight…" Sylvia huffed, but a soft, contented smile crept onto her face.

Her long lashes fluttered closed, and her serene, beautiful sleeping face, bathed in moonlight, looked as pure and flawless as a painting.

Timothy watched her perfect sleeping face with a smile, unable to resist reaching out and gently tapping her delicate nose.

It was soft, bouncy, and felt quite nice to the touch.

But…

After waiting for a while, once Sylvia had fallen into a deep sleep, Timothy quietly pulled the blanket over her and slipped out of bed. The old floor creaked as he left the room.

In the darkness, a letter sealed with a golden insignia disappeared into the night.

It was… a challenge letter!