When Barmas withdrew his member, Romei’s body crumbled helplessly like discarded clothing.

Barmas, who had been adjusting his pants, quickly caught the collapsing Romei in his arms. Fortunately, he managed to hold her before her head hit the floor.

Romei appeared to have already fainted, breathing evenly in her sleep. Though her cheeks bore clear tear stains from crying beneath him, her expression was strangely relieved.

‘Did she want it that badly?’

The thought made Barmas smile faintly. Remembering that all this was neither coercion nor force but something she herself had wanted, he couldn’t help but let out a meaningless laugh.

Barmas had planned to drive away all the flies hovering around Romei and make her completely his through thorough education and training.

The joy of surrendering to him, the endless thirst for pleasure, and the deep satisfaction obtained only from him.

He had intended to engrave these deeply into her bones over a long period. Moreover, since Romei, true to her holy knight nature, was quite stubborn and had a strong sense of justice, he had anticipated it would take considerable time for her to serve him perfectly.

However, she had pleasantly betrayed his expectations.

“I never expected you’d ask me to embrace you.”

Without realizing it, Barmas’s expression softened while gazing at Romei. His voice was quite affectionate as he muttered words that wouldn’t reach her.

“…After giving me so much trouble, you occasionally do something pretty too.”

Then, after lightly kissing Romei’s eyelids, he called in the servants waiting outside and entrusted them with the cleanup.

That day, Romei was able to enjoy a comfortable sleep without anyone’s disturbance throughout the afternoon.

* * *

From that day forward, Romei thoroughly used Barmas as a tool to escape reality.

Though “used” might be the word, it was closer to a rather good deal. Both parties were satisfied.

Having realized that what Barmas wanted from her was for her to desire and crave him, Romei acted out the ideal he wanted her to be.

Words she previously couldn’t utter even if her mouth were torn open became possible the moment she found him ridiculous. By pretending to want Barmas, he would ostentatiously give her the gifts of pleasure and deep sleep—her means of escaping reality.

Meanwhile, Barmas was satisfied with Romei begging him to embrace her and demanding rougher, more intense pleasure. He found life quite enjoyable with Romei’s submissive behavior.

The self-indulgence of being the true winner who possessed Romei elevated him. The added satisfaction that she had finally recognized the taste of pleasure he offered was a bonus.

The gears of these two people, which seemed to mesh and turn forever, began to gradually misalign about two months later.

Romei’s body started to change.

* * *

Romei suddenly woke up, responding to her body’s signal that it could no longer sleep. Once again, she had surrendered herself to pleasure, reaching countless climaxes before fainting and then waking up.

Opening her eyes, the familiar ceiling greeted her. It had been around noon when Barmas called her to his office, saying good items had arrived.

Tied to a frame with heavy weights and bells attached to her n*pples, she had received his member. Her last memory was of her cl*toris being clamped after having an aphrodisiac applied to it. That had definitely been in the afternoon.

So she must have fainted after that, but strangely, the ceiling that entered Romei’s view was still bright. Far from sunset, the fresh afternoon sunlight was illuminating the room.

‘…Is it the afternoon of the next day?’

Romei thought this. Otherwise, there was no way she would be waking up at this hour.

Just as Romei was rising from the bed, someone entered the bedroom.

It was Rajie.

Rajie looked at her with the most surprised expression she had ever seen on his face.

“You’re awake already?”

It seemed he had stepped out briefly for some business and just returned.

Recently, the surveillance on Romei had become quite relaxed. She no longer slept abnormally long hours, and above all, Barmas had developed trust in Romei.

The belief that even with slightly looser surveillance, she wouldn’t bite her tongue or try to escape from him like before.

Thanks to this, Romei had become fairly free from surveillance, though it wasn’t completely absent—a servant would guard the bedroom, or she would be accompanied by Rajie when moving around, among other restrictions.

However, it was much freer than when she had to be fixed in the bedroom like a built-in closet. Nevertheless, Romei always killed time in the bedroom.

Romei asked Rajie, who was approaching her with a surprised face:

“What time is it now?”

“It’s approaching five o’clock.”

“What time did I faint?”

“I believe we arrived at the bedroom around four o’clock.”

Romei blinked slowly.

Typically, when she fainted, half a day would disappear completely. That was why Romei was letting Barmas embrace her.

But just one hour? This was hardly different from taking a nap.

A look of disappointment flashed across Romei’s face. Simultaneously, she noticed something strange about her body.

‘My sleep schedule has been erratic lately…’

Reflecting on her daily life, she found her sleep time increasingly unpredictable.

Sometimes drowsiness would pour over her madly even though night hadn’t fallen, and other times, sleep wouldn’t come until dawn broke, leaving her staring at the ceiling.

‘…And I seem to be growing increasingly numb to stimulation.’

Previously, just Barmas squeezing her br*asts was stimulating, but now even when he tormented her with items and methods she had never seen before, the pleasure didn’t feel that intense.

‘Is it because I’ve only been with Barmas?’

With such a carefree thought, Romei looked up at Rajie standing guard beside her.

Feeling her gaze, Rajie met her eyes and asked, thinking she was looking at him because she needed something:

“Do you have a request?”

“…I don’t have a request, but I am curious about something.”

“Please ask. I’ll answer to the best of my knowledge.”

Rajie spoke quite politely. Thanks to Barmas’s loosened surveillance, the range of questions he could answer without permission had expanded.

Romei asked. It was an extremely innocent question, yet precisely because of that, it was also strange:

“Does Lord Barmas have any preferences for group activities in his bedroom habits?”

“…Pardon?”

Wondering if his ears had deceived him, Rajie tilted his head and asked again. Romei then elaborated:

“I’m curious whether Lord Barmas enjoys orgies.”

“That’s… why…?”

Rajie couldn’t hide his bewilderment. He couldn’t understand why she would suddenly ask such a thing.

The various acts Barmas was currently performing on her were already rough enough for an ordinary human to handle. So being suddenly asked if he liked orgies, he couldn’t help but be taken aback.

However, Romei answered with an innocent face, seemingly unaware of why he was reacting that way:

“Just… I thought different stimulation might not be bad sometimes.”

“…”

“I think I’ve read records of other demons holding orgy parties with their demon followers. Does Lord Barmas not have such hobbies?”

It was truly a question that left him speechless, but Rajie tried his best to answer:

“Such… hobbies… probably… don’t exist.”

In truth, he didn’t even know whether such hobbies existed or not. Barmas had never brought humans to the demon realm, and the only humans he was interested in were those whose souls looked delicious.

‘If there’s a single exception…’

Rajie’s gaze turned toward Romei.

All servants and familiars, including Rajie, knew that Barmas’s interest in her had already surpassed normal levels.

Bringing her here in the first place was an excessive exception.

And looking at Barmas’s expression when seeing her recently, one could clearly understand how exceptional Romei was to him.

So far from allowing her to engage in orgies with familiars, he would undoubtedly hunt down and annihilate any familiars who caught her interest.

However, completely unaware of this fact, Romei clicked her tongue in disappointment. Her answer was quite disappointing, as she had wondered if she could get permission to be with various other familiars by acting cute with him.

“Then is there absolutely no possibility that Lord Barmas might hand me over to other familiars?”

“…Pardon?”

“I’d be fine even with cases where he throws me to familiars like disposing of leftover food to dogs, to extract life energy before devouring my soul.”

“…”

This was precisely what one would call going from bad to worse.

Rajie couldn’t understand what she wanted or what she was thinking to say such things.

Especially the way she expressed herself as though she were someone else or a piece of meat created an incomparable sense of dissonance. Something was clearly broken.

Thinking it would be best to report this to Barmas, Rajie answered, unable to hide his distorted expression:

“Such cases have never occurred even once.”

“I see…”

Her trailing words were heavily tinged with regret. Romei withdrew her gaze from him, suggesting she had no further business, and stared blankly out the window.

Suddenly, Rajie looked at her pupils.

Romei, including her pupils, was always clear and beautiful, too much so to belong in this place. Though no one spoke it aloud, everyone regarded Romei as a noble angel blessed by the light’s protection and heaven’s love.

Romei was the most radiant among all evil things, making her even more remarkable.

However, Rajie now read an empty melancholy in her eyes that seemed ready to crumble and shatter at any moment.