Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The soft sunlight gently streamed into the small, shabby room.

Wrapped in its warmth, the woman on the bed shifted slightly, her eyelashes fluttering delicately.

"That was such a good sleep."

It was as if all the exhaustion from her body had been swept away overnight. Sylvia stretched lazily, letting out a soft, contented sigh without even realizing it.

Her smooth hand pressed lightly against the bedsheet as she slowly sat up, her beautiful hair cascading down like a waterfall.

But just as her face lifted slightly from the pillow, her still-drowsy eyes opened, and she immediately saw Timothy sitting at the edge of the bed, smiling at her.

"Honey, you forgot to put on your clothes."

Seeing his goddess in such a sleepy, adorable state, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle.

He quickly gathered the clothes scattered across the bed and handed them to Sylvia.

"Huh?"

It was only then that Sylvia remembered. She glanced down quickly.

Her slender, bare body was only partially covered by her loose hair, and beyond that...

Her cheeks instantly flushed red.

After what happened last night, she had been so tired and slept so comfortably that she had completely forgotten to put her clothes back on!

"Quick, close your eyes…"

Sylvia hurriedly grabbed the dress and the thin, delicate bra, blushing as she pulled the blanket up to cover herself.

She only dared to get dressed slowly under the cover of the blanket.

But since the blanket wasn't very big to begin with, and the dress was a bit tricky to put on, her flawless, fair skin kept peeking out from under the covers.

What made it worse was…

She could clearly feel that Timothy hadn't looked away the entire time. He just sat there, quietly watching her.

By the time she finally managed to get dressed, Sylvia's face was already burning red, and she hadn't even left the bed yet.

"Phew."

After finally sorting out her clothes, Sylvia let out a long breath.

She shot Timothy a playful, annoyed look, then stretched out her bare foot and lightly kicked him twice in a mock protest.

"You're the one who's asking for trouble, honey, stretching your foot out like that."

But to Timothy, those soft little kicks weren't much of a punishment at all.

In fact, he quickly reached out and grabbed her snow-white foot in one swift motion.

"What—what are you doing?!"

Sylvia hadn't expected Timothy to react like that, and she immediately tried to pull her ankle back.

But it was too late.

Her delicate, pale foot was already in Timothy's grasp. And what was worse…

Timothy had a mischievous smile on his face as he extended two fingers, and then…

With a light stroke of his fingers across the soft sole of her foot, a tingling sensation shot through her entire body.

"Hey, wait."

Sylvia's expression shifted slightly, still trying to maintain her cool demeanor as she struggled to free herself from Timothy's grip.

But before she could even sit up straight, the overwhelming ticklish sensation flooded her senses, and she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Tickling is just one of the five senses. I'm not going to give in to something so simple…"

Pfft.

"No, stop, not there.

At least use one less finger.

Hey, that technique!

Pfft… hahahahaha…"

Finally, Sylvia, who had been trying so hard to resist, couldn't take it anymore. The relentless tickling on the sole of her foot overwhelmed her.

She collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in her arms, her laughter ringing out like the sweet song of a lark.

The laughter came so hard that even the corners of her eyes began to well up with tears.

"Timothy!

I swear I'll—hahahaha…"

...

After a full ten minutes, Timothy finally let go, still smiling.

Sylvia's endurance was truly remarkable. She had managed to laugh for that long and still held onto a bit of stubbornness. Most people would have passed out from laughing after just a few minutes.

But even a goddess has her limits. As Timothy released her, a wave of tingling numbness spread through Sylvia's body. Her neck was damp with sweat, and she collapsed onto the bed, completely drained.

"Ugh~"

Barely managing to prop herself up, Sylvia shot Timothy a long, resentful look. Unfortunately, she had no strength left in her body, not even enough to exact revenge.

Timothy chuckled. "Hey, you're the one who put your foot in my hand. That's a pretty obvious opening—you can't blame me for taking advantage of it!"

"You!"

Sylvia was so frustrated that she couldn't even come up with a good retort. She could only glare at Timothy with teary eyes, her expression a mix of anger and cuteness.

"Ugh, when have I ever been at such a disadvantage?!"

As Sylvia brooded over how to get back at him, she suddenly remembered the strange warmth she had felt when Timothy grabbed her foot earlier. His hand… it seemed…

Sylvia leaned in closer, grabbing Timothy's arm and quickly inspecting his palm.

Immediately, she saw a wound, with golden blood trickling from it.

The golden blood was a sign of Timothy's Ancient Saintly Body power. But since he hadn't activated that power, his blood shouldn't have turned gold. Unless…

"Is your Ancient Saintly Body out of control? No, wait… what did you do? Why would your body be pushed beyond its limits?"

Sylvia's tone had completely shifted from playful to deeply concerned, her eyes filled with worry.

Timothy coughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing, really. I just cut my hand while working in the fields yesterday. You're overthinking it, honey."

"I don't believe you."

Sylvia wasn't buying it. She pouted and grabbed his collar, her goddess-like pride shining through. "Don't even think about lying to me. Tell me the truth, right now! Or else… or else…"

She paused, trying to think of a good threat, but nothing came to mind. Her serious, concentrated expression only made Timothy laugh.

He knew that her insistence on getting the truth came from her genuine concern for him.

After a moment of thought, Timothy sighed and decided to come clean. "Alright, fine. I admit it. Last night, while you were asleep, I snuck out to Sacredfire Mountain."

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"And I wiped out the remaining seven Ebon Goddesses and leveled Sacredfire Mountain."

"And then?"

"And then I came back, obviously. See? I'm perfectly fine. I just used a bit more power than I should have, so I need a day or two to recover."

Timothy shrugged casually, as if to show he still had plenty of strength left and wasn't seriously hurt.

"That's still not okay!"

To his surprise, Sylvia suddenly became emotional and threw herself into his arms.

"From now on, no matter what happens, if there's even the slightest danger, you can't leave without me. You have to take me with you!"

Timothy looked down and saw the unmistakable glimmer of tears in Sylvia's clear eyes, filled with worry and concern.

The goddess, who always seemed so indifferent to everything, was now deeply anxious because he had gone off alone to face the seven Ebon Goddesses.

Timothy felt a warmth spread through his chest.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Sylvia and whispered softly in her ear, "Don't worry. That was the last time. From now on, no matter what happens, I'll never leave you behind again."