“Ah, mmm, Lala…”

At that moment, something with a foreign texture caught inside my v*gina and began to expand at a frightening speed.

“Mmm, what, hah, what is this?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I was planning to thrust just a little and pull out right away… I didn’t expect to get this excited.”

The fifteen protrusion tentacles, which had reached climax relatively more easily than the central p*nis, were trembling as they lay sprawled across the bed. Lucifer, who had already ej*culated more than ten times, looked down at our connected parts with half-rolled eyes.

“I don’t usually ej*culate this easily. Maybe it’s because Lala licked them. Each tentacle has different erogenous zones connected to it…”

The p*nis heavily embedded below was still going strong. With a pained expression, he chewed on incomprehensible demon language before apologizing to me once more.

“What’s happening?”

The moment I tried to quickly withdraw my body in surprise, extreme pain like my lower parts were being torn apart pierced between my legs.

“Lala! Don’t move.”

When I collapsed without even being able to make a sound, Lucifer quickly embraced me.

“W-what is this? Ngh, mmm, ta-take it out, please…”

“Ah.”

Facing his expression filled with dismay, uncontrollable fear surged within me. When I tried again to disconnect from him, this time Lucifer stopped my actions.

“Lala, don’t. If you try to force it out like that, you’ll get hurt.”

“What?”

The tip of his organ swelled, raised dense protrusions, and became firmly lodged in my entrance. My inner walls, from which pleasure had ebbed like the tide, contracted tightly with fear and tension.

The dry vaginal walls, no longer producing love juices, stiffly engulfed his p*nis. Lucifer continued speaking with a face distorted by excitement and guilt.

“When a demon becomes too excited to control himself, protrusions form on the p*nis, haah… These protrusions prevent it from being withdrawn from the female’s g*nitals until ej*culation inside the body.”

“No, no… Ah, aah, ngh!”

Each time his p*nis swept through my interior, which was no longer producing anything, a dull pain arose. He brought his lips to my br*asts, trying to forcibly excite me again to make me produce more fluids.

“Lala, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s my fault…”

The sadness pooling in his deep blue eyes flowed down his pale cheeks. The demon shed tears while licking my chest area and its peak in circular motions. With his p*nis buried in the hole that was beginning to seep physiological fluids, he moved slowly to soothe me.

Through the gap of the blunt flesh caught inside me, dry secretions, new love juices, and jelly masses oozed out.

Lucifer meticulously kissed my tear-soaked face. Even in my panicked state, my body faithfully responded to pleasure.

I panted softly and pushed against his shoulders.

“Your thing, ca-calm, mmph, until it calms down, let’s wait, mm, hnngh…”

“Lala… How can it subside while inserted like this?”

Looking down at my pain-filled face, Lucifer wore an expression even more pained than mine.

“I’m truly sorry for breaking my promise. Lala, it wasn’t intentional at all. Please don’t hate me. Please…”

He raised my body, which had lost all its strength, and sat me on his knees. Exhausted from the prolonged lovemaking, I silently moved up and down like a doll, following his hip movements. Due to the position, the expanded protrusions scraped my wrinkled inner walls as they pushed in all the way to the base.

Lucifer grabbed my trembling pelvis. The deep thrusting repeated once more. With the intense pleasure coming in succession, I couldn’t even moan loudly and just hung onto his neck, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mmm, haah… Lu, cife, ngh, ah, haah, ahnngh!”

We shook our bodies for a long time while embracing each other, reaching climax simultaneously. While comforting me as I cried and trembled wildly, Lucifer poured a full load of s*men into my convulsing v*gina. I closed my eyes, feeling the enormous amount of fluid spreading below. It felt like everything was ruined.

Even after ej*culation, the protrusions didn’t decrease in size, so I had to remain seated on his knees with his organ still inside me for several more minutes.

Overflowing seed trickled down our connected parts, dripping onto the floor and pooling there. Lucifer’s hand slowly caressed my small back, which kept hiccupping.

“I’m sorry…”

He lifted me up while withdrawing his subsided p*nis. My consciousness was hazy. What had I just done? What would happen now? I desperately tried to stay awake, but drowsiness poured over me as though I’d taken a sleeping pill.

Burrowing into his broad embrace, I mumbled his name with slurred pronunciation. With my head resting against his arms that held me even more tightly, I soon fell into a deep sleep like death.

* * *

From that day until the promised date, I mixed bodies with Lucifer numerous times. The beginnings were always gentle, but the endings were invariably passionate.

The virile demon didn’t tire easily, ej*culated outside dozens of times, quickly raised his organ again, and continuously overlapped his body with mine.

After intense lovemaking ended, I fell asleep, practically fainting. When I opened my eyes again, the same thing would repeat. We only stopped briefly when my body became so covered in s*men and love juices that it couldn’t be ignored any longer and needed washing, when my stamina hit rock bottom and I needed a short meal, or when I needed sleep.

We had s*x like humans lying down, and sometimes I would hang suspended in the air by demon tentacles while receiving his p*nis.

I often lost my mind to pleasure and frequently cried. Lucifer would wipe my tears with his lips while thrusting his p*nis into me. I would get angry, finding his body pleasurable yet the situation terrible and painful.

Lucifer would gently soothe me but never stop his hip movements. Like the first day, he would withdraw his p*nis before reaching climax, fearing protrusions might form again. He would spray his cloudy seed abundantly on my chest, stomach, armpits, and between my thighs.

Then he would look at me as though I were incredibly lovable while I struggled, my mouth simultaneously filled with several of his tentacles.

“Lala, my one and only wife in this world. I love you. I can whisper my love a hundred times, a thousand times.”

For three days straight, the two of us made love without rest. His tongue and dozens of red tongues protruding from his tentacles licked my body. My n*ked body, thoroughly soaked in demon saliva and s*men, trembled and rolled around on the bed.

On the last day before returning to the imperial palace, he cupped my chin and gave me a long farewell kiss. While gently entwining his invading tongue, I too wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply.

“Lala, my love. I’ll miss you. I said I could wait as long as needed, but I hope you won’t leave me alone for too long.”

“Goodbye, take care.”

“Farewell.”

Wearing clothes densely woven from red spider silk, I stepped into the small microcosm I had seen when I first came here.

* * *

“Momo! Where have you been all this time? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“I went to the bathroom and then remembered something I’d forgotten, so I briefly went elsewhere. I’m sorry, Princess.”

“What matter? Was it something the head attendant asked you to do?”

“Yes, it was nothing important.”

“Do you know how worried I was when I heard you’d disappeared?”

I lowered my head, avoiding the Princess’s meaningfully shining eyes. My politely clasped hands trembled slightly with tension. The place I arrived at immediately after emerging from the black space was the bathroom in the first-floor corridor.

There, I checked my appearance once more and made sure there was no strange smell on my body. After removing the red spider webs stuck to my n*ked body and washing thoroughly, I changed into the activation clothing that was neatly tucked away in a corner of the bathroom.

I still felt drained. All I wanted was to return quickly to the mansion and rest. As Lucifer had said, eight hours had passed in the human realm since my departure. Looking out at the window that had already grown dark, I rubbed my tired eyes. It was natural to be exhausted after three days and nights of intense physical activity.

In truth, my lower parts tingled so much I could barely walk straight, but I couldn’t show any suspicious signs that others might notice. No excuse would work before the Princess, whose intuition was uncannily sharp.

She was the type who might order me to confess exactly what had happened or, worse, command me to lift my skirt. Forcing a smile, I addressed Princess Kesera.

“I apologize for causing you concern. Truly, nothing happened. Thank you for worrying about me, Princess.”

“Well, if you’re alright, that’s what matters. You look pale. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Did you know that a delegation from the Helcamber Empire is visiting today? A reception will be held soon to welcome them.”

“What? A delegation from Helcamber?”

“Yes. It was urgent news that arrived at the palace a week ago, but it seems no one informed you.”

Was that so? With so many events happening—the coming-of-age ceremony, the incident with Lord Shahan, and now the entanglement with Lucifer—I must have forgotten. Or perhaps, as the Princess said, no one told me.

Feeling awkward, I scratched the back of my head before quickly lowering my hand.

“But isn’t the Helcamber Empire Eodiphia’s long-standing enemy? If they’re envoys from an enemy nation, are they a peace delegation? Or is it for negotiations?”

“You’re quite curious. You’re right. There’s no way the enemy Helcamber would declare a peace alliance first. They’re visiting Eodiphia regarding ownership of the fertile southern territories and the issue of demon subjugation.”

“But this meeting is taking place in the Eodiphia Imperial Palace rather than neutral territory?”

“That’s because the previous negotiation was held in Helcamber territory.”

By the way, our lovely Princess must have gained another source of stress. Demon subjugation, the High Priest’s issues, and on top of all that, territory negotiations with an enemy nation.

“Help out in the banquet hall until the first meeting with the delegation concludes. Today is the first day, so the party is expected to last until late at night. Make sure you prepare thoroughly to avoid any mistakes.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Crown Prince Kedrick and I must now go to the conference room. Until then, Second Prince Kenneth will oversee the reception preparations, so keep that in mind.”

The Princess stroked my crown once, then disappeared with her cape bearing the twin sword emblem of the Eodiphia Empire fluttering behind her. I bowed deeply toward the Princess as she receded to the end of the corridor.

It looks like I won’t be going home early today. Since Helcamber is a great empire no less than Eodiphia, the reception would surely be grand and magnificent.

Famous personalities and high nobles would all be showing their faces, thinking, “This is my chance!” to get in line for favor. It seems the twin princes, whom I was glad not to have encountered at the palace these past few days, had returned.

Princess Kesera’s twin brothers and Eodiphia’s two notoriously dissolute princes, Kedrick and Kenneth. During my days doing menial work in the kitchen, a close older sister who was carrying Prince Kenneth’s child was poisoned without anyone knowing.

Recalling this incident, I quickly climbed up to the attic. I thought I would feel somewhat safer if I covered my face.

The attic, which had been empty since I started staying at the Eros Mansion, was already covered with a thin layer of dust. In one corner of the room lay the mask I often used, neatly placed.

Just as I was about to pick up the mask, I noticed footprints on the floor and suddenly stopped.

“Has someone been here?”

The adult male-sized footprints dotting the area were spotlessly clean, suggesting they were recently left. I tilted my head in puzzlement as I put on the mask I had picked up.

‘But is it okay for me to wear this?’

People in the Eodiphia Imperial Palace knew that the girl called “Princess Kesera’s nameless attendant” or “Momo” always wore a mask. That’s why even high-ranking individuals didn’t scold me for being disrespectful for wearing a mask. But how would high officials from foreign countries react?

Except for nobles’ masquerade balls, “wearing a mask” was generally interpreted negatively. It carried various unpleasant connotations—hiding crimes, or being impudent by concealing one’s identity while boldly looking at the faces of superiors. Ironically, I now felt more comfortable with something covering my face.