Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"W-What are you planning to do to me?"

At that moment, Sylvia was clearly a little flustered.

She could feel Timothy's presence growing stronger, his masculine energy becoming almost overwhelming.

"Haven't you been asking me to stay in the palace with you lately? Why the sudden change of heart?" Timothy smiled slightly.

"I did want that before, but now…"

She thought she had the upper hand.

But Sylvia never expected Timothy to pull this move.

That was an eighth-tier elixir, long thought to be lost!

Even with her Holy Emperor physique…

In an instant, her beautiful face flushed completely red.

"Don't think you can beat me like this. I won't give in!"

She bit her lip, trying to sound calm and composed.

But with a soft "whoosh," the candle beside them was blown out.

...

The peaceful night sky over Sky Sanctuary was filled with the faintest of sounds.

The sound was as delicate as silver bells, barely audible, and soon it was carried away by the wind.

...

Two hours later, Sylvia was curled up in the corner, her usually cool and composed face now flushed a deep red.

There were even a few beads of sweat glistening on her skin.

"You're a beast! Even with that eighth-tier elixir…"

Though the night was dark, the soft moonlight illuminated her flawless face.

Her normally cold expression was tinged with a blush she couldn't hide, and she seemed to shrink back slightly, trembling.

She feared nothing—neither heaven nor earth. She had once fought three Holy Emperors at once and even battled a Goddess in the early stages of Ascension. When had Sylvia ever shown such a hint of fear?

Seeing her shy, embarrassed face under the moonlight, Timothy smiled, feeling a surge of energy.

"D-Don't come any closer!"

...

The night was long, yet somehow short.

The concept of time is a philosophical one.

Because in the span of a single night, sometimes you can only do one thing—like sleep soundly until morning.

But other times, a night can be filled with many things.

For example…

...

The next morning.

At the vanity, Sylvia gently combed her silky, waterfall-like hair with a wooden brush.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back. She never wore makeup, yet her skin was as radiant as snow. The pleated skirt she wore added to her cool, distant aura.

"Wife, why aren't you wearing that blue dress from yesterday? I still think it suits you best," Timothy said, stretching lazily.

He wrapped his arms around Sylvia's slender waist, and their faces appeared side by side in the mirror.

They were so close, they could hear each other's breathing.

Sylvia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave him a playful glare. "Are you serious? How am I supposed to wear that dress now?"

"Uh, really?"

Timothy turned to glance at the bed.

The blue dress was crumpled beyond recognition, still damp and tossed in the corner.

"Yeah, I guess…"

Timothy coughed awkwardly.

Just looking at that crumpled blue dress was enough to tell how intense last night had been.

There was no helping it.

After all, the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill was incredibly effective.

And when faced with a goddess so breathtakingly beautiful, who could resist?

By the end of it all…

One, two, three, four, five, six…

"Is this even humanly possible? This is straight-up beastly!"

Timothy couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed as he counted.

But the satisfaction of having "won" against his wife was undeniable.

Besides…

With a subtle smile, Timothy suddenly said, "But it's only because you're a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, wife. You can handle it. And honestly, even though you were complaining, last night you were even more…"

"Stop! Don't say another word!"

Sylvia's face turned bright red, and her small fists began pounding against Timothy's chest.

Feeling the blows from his Holy Emperor wife, Timothy couldn't help but let a trickle of blood escape from the corner of his mouth.

Being strong has its perks.

Ever since he reached the late stage of Ocean's Gate, getting hit by her little fists only made him cough up a bit of blood. If this had been before, he might've ascended straight to the heavens on the spot.

But he had to admit, while Sylvia's words said one thing, her body was incredibly honest. She was practically the definition of "actions speak louder than words."

The sun was rising, its light streaming into the palace.

It shone on the crumpled blue dress in the corner and on the slightly damp piccolo lying by the pillow.

The two of them sat quietly at the vanity, bathed in the warm sunlight, neither saying a word.

But in that moment, with the warmth of the sun on their skin, they both felt a deep sense of contentment.

"Pfft."

Finally, Sylvia couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, her voice as sweet and melodious as silver bells.

"What's so funny, wife?"

"None of your business!"

"Haha."

Timothy couldn't help but laugh too.

They hadn't done anything special, but just sitting there, shoulder to shoulder, looking at each other in the mirror, made the quiet moment feel so perfect.

Though, whenever Sylvia thought back to last night, she couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment.

"Fine, I won't hold last night against you."

She huffed softly, a beautiful smile playing on her lips.

"Why are you suddenly so understanding, wife?"

"When have I ever not been understanding?"

"Let me think… Oh, last night, for sure."

"You!"

"Wait, no, I'm wrong. There was also that other night…"

"Timothy!"

Though Sylvia's tone carried a hint of annoyance, it was clear she was just teasing.

But as her playful fists landed on Timothy's chest, they accidentally tugged at the collar of his shirt.

In that instant, Sylvia's gaze sharpened.

Last night, the dim candlelight had hidden it, but now, in the bright sunlight, she could clearly see a faint lipstick mark at the corner of Timothy's mouth.

She never wore makeup, so that lipstick mark definitely wasn't hers.

Which meant…

"Timothy, by the way, after you and Elder Turner took down Skyfeather Sanctuary, where did you go?"

Sylvia's eyes narrowed into slits, her smile curving like a crescent moon.

"Uh-oh, this is bad."

Even though Sylvia was smiling, Timothy suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

They say people with narrow eyes are always hiding something, but his wife had been fine just a moment ago. There was no reason for her to suddenly get angry, right?

So Timothy didn't think much of it. "After we took down Skyfeather Sanctuary, I found a group of Sea Serpent clan members, so I escorted them back to their people."

"Oh? How kind of you. Just curious, were there a lot of girls among those Sea Serpent clan members?"

Sylvia's smile grew even more "radiant."

Timothy answered decisively, "Not a lot of girls. They were all girls."

"Wow, that sounds really tempting. Mind if I tag along next time?"

Sylvia's smile was as sweet as a blooming flower, but her eyes remained narrowed like crescent moons.

"Sure, I guess. But what do you want to do there?"

Timothy suddenly felt another chill creeping up his back.

"A date."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

For some reason, Timothy couldn't shake the feeling that today's weather was unusually cold.