Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Her lips were soft, and her breath was sweet.

Especially since they hadn't seen each other for so long after entering the Netherworld, Sylvia's kiss was noticeably more intense than usual.

It was only after a long while that they finally parted, and a thin, alluring silver thread still connected Sylvia's glistening lips.

The softness of that kiss—there probably wasn't a woman in the world who could compare.

The only problem was…

"Babe, are you sure this is supposed to be a punishment?" Timothy couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well… I couldn't really think of any other punishment, so…"

Sylvia froze for a moment, then suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. She was both embarrassed and furious. "Damn it! Of course, this isn't a punishment for you—it's more like a reward!"

What was supposed to be a punishment had turned into a reward, leaving Sylvia flustered and confused.

But what other punishment could she come up with?

She racked her brain, but nothing good came to mind.

Flick his forehead?

As a Holy Emperor-level fighter, even a light flick might actually hurt Timothy.

Spank him?

That seemed even less appropriate.

Suddenly, Sylvia's muddled thoughts came to a halt. Her voice became small, and she asked, a little shyly, "Then… would being on top count as punishment?"

"On top? What do you mean by 'on top'?"

Timothy was confused for a second, not understanding what she meant.

But when he noticed the unmistakable blush on Sylvia's face, he suddenly realized something was off.

"Wait, do you mean that kind of 'on top'?" Timothy's expression shifted slightly.

He suddenly realized that the once-innocent goddess, who didn't even know the double meaning of playing the piccolo, had now become someone who could catch on to things in an instant.

Sometimes, she even caught on faster than he did!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Uh… if I said it counts as punishment, would you believe me?"

"That really counts as punishment?"

Sylvia's eyes lit up instantly at Timothy's words, and she looked up at him, surprised and excited.

But soon, she noticed something was off. Timothy's tone didn't match his words at all—he clearly seemed to be looking forward to this "being on top."

Thinking back to what she had just said, and the not-so-innocent images that had flashed through her mind, Sylvia's face turned bright red.

"Damn it! You almost tricked me! This definitely doesn't count as punishment!"

Overcome with embarrassment and frustration, she muttered to herself, trying to figure out what would actually count as punishment. "That position? No, that's just like before—it'd only feel like a reward!

Maybe I should bring out the whips and candles when we get back to the bedroom?

No, that might just make Timothy even more excited!"

As she whispered to herself, Sylvia's face grew even redder.

"Ahem, babe, you might want to be careful. Even though there's no one around, there are still ghosts, you know."

Sensing that things were getting a little out of hand, Timothy awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Huh?"

Sylvia blinked, finally realizing what he meant.

She had just regained her physical form, and since ghosts naturally had a weak presence, she had completely forgotten about the ones watching them near the Lord's mansion.

"Ahem, I forgot about that. Let's save the rest of this conversation for later," Sylvia quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, it's probably not a good idea to be all lovey-dovey in front of these ghostly brothers. Let's talk later."

After thinking it over, Timothy realized it was a bit cruel to flaunt their affection in front of the dead, so he decided to stop their flirtatious banter for now.

But instead of helping, this only made things worse. The ghosts watching the scene unfold in front of them were so overwhelmed with envy that they wished they could cry themselves to death—again.

If this isn't showing off your love, then what is?

And seriously, after all that PDA and throwing around dog food, these ghosts are already stuffed to the point of bursting. Stopping now doesn't make a difference!

"I miss my wife so much right now… but we're separated by life and death. It's unbearable!"

"You had a wife? I've been single for 18 years and died before I could even get married. Now I just want to disappear completely. It was bad enough not having a wife when I was alive, but now I have to endure this sickeningly sweet display even after death? Just kill me again!"

The ghosts, who had thought they were beyond worldly desires, were now all wearing mournful expressions, wishing they could just bash their heads against the ground.

They'd seen some outrageous things in their time, but this? This was on a whole new level.

Even the elderly tavern owner, who had been through a lot, took a long moment to recover from the emotional damage. He let out a deep sigh, almost on the verge of tears.

But what could they do? As much as they were suffering, they couldn't deny that Timothy had saved them all by killing Magnus, the city lord, and rescuing Ereboth.

This was a debt of gratitude that not only the tavern owner but all the ghosts in the city would have to repay with everything they had.

The tavern owner stepped forward.

Being older and well-respected for his tea-selling business, the ghosts quickly parted to make way for him.

"Thank you for slaying Magnus and that Elara, who was devouring ghosts. On behalf of all the ghosts, I offer you our deepest gratitude."

The tavern owner bowed respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask, "However, there's a strong spatial barrier between the Netherworld and the continent of Elant. It's incredibly difficult to enter the Netherworld. What important matter brought you here? Is there any way I can assist you?"

The tavern owner's message was clear: they owed Timothy a great debt, and he was offering to help however he could.

His sense of honor and gratitude left Timothy a bit surprised by the character of the ghosts in this city.

What a wholesome place, Timothy thought, nodding in satisfaction. He replied, "Yes, we're here to deal with something important. Not long ago, someone from the Netherworld opened a portal to the continent of Elant. They used a strange power to corrupt the Sepulcher of the Sacred, trying to control it and wreak havoc on Elant. Although the situation is temporarily under control, it won't hold for long.

Do you know anything about the ghost responsible?"

"The Sepulcher of the Sacred has been corrupted?!"

The tavern owner, who had been a Mystic Core practitioner in life, knew just how important and mysterious the Sepulcher of the Sacred was. Timothy's words left him utterly shocked.

He never would have believed it if he hadn't heard it directly from Timothy.

After a moment of deep thought, the tavern owner's expression grew serious. "We don't know exactly who's behind it. The Netherworld is vast, far beyond just Ereboth. However, there is one place where you might find some clues."

"Where?"

"The Underworld Dynasty."