Chapter 92: Comforted by the Demon King

A gentle morning breeze brushed against Gabriella’s silver hair, stirring her from sleep. 

She opened her slightly hazy eyes.

She let out a yawn and stretched her supple body. 

Her deep blue pupils sparkled like beautiful crystals.

Noticing a strange restraint, she lowered her head to look at herself.

Her waist, etched with faint muscle lines, was enough to make anyone’s blood race. 

Her long, full legs were a feast for the eyes. 

On her pale stomach, a heart-shaped tail coiled around it… Intricate cyan-blue patterns adorned the black tail, forming beautiful designs.

If her porcelain-like skin symbolized sanctity, then this was nothing less than blasphemy against the divine.

Just as she reached to remove the tail, she realized there was another small one wrapped around her thigh.

In that instant, her mind short-circuited, like an overloaded computer.

—Huh? 

Since when does the Demon King have two tails? How strange~

Wait…?

After a long silence, she finally mustered the courage to touch the tail.

A sensation that shouldn’t exist now flooded her nerves.

The soft texture of the tail, the heart-shaped tip—every inch of muscle felt vivid. 

As her fingertips brushed it, her body twitched lightly in response.

So this is my tail?!

A blush crept up Gabriella’s cheeks.

She tried moving it. 

The tail nimbly swayed, slipping free from her waist before lightly brushing her thigh. 

The tight, soft flesh and the tail’s sensitivity intertwined, deepening the embarrassment on her face.

“I grew… a tail.”

She had mentally prepared for this yesterday. 

After all, it was one step in her demonification—a fall that was bound to happen sooner or later. She even thought she could adapt quickly to life with a tail.

But actually feeling a tail she could control made her incredibly nervous. 

Far more than when her horns grew!

Lady Isabella was shy with words, but in bed, she became bold and proactive. 

Gabriella hadn’t disappointed her intentions, and now… this was the result.

For some reason, she felt…

regret.

But remembering it was her own choice, Gabriella didn’t want to dwell on the reasons.

Regret? How could she?

It was just a trial she had to endure. 

Maybe she’d get used to it. 

Maybe…

No. This time, there was no escaping it.

Her demonification would deepen. 

The horns, the patterns on her waist, even her pupils—they would all become permanent parts of her body.

“Uh… uh…”

She sat up, staring at her transforming body. 

For a moment, she felt lost. 

The involuntary shiver that escaped her was like reluctant shame—unwilling to accept reality, yet forced to.

Suddenly, the Demon King—who had woken earlier and been dozing—opened her eyes.

The tail wrapped around Gabriella’s thigh trembled slightly, signaling her full awakening.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Gabriella with delight.

“Honey~ How’s your body feeling?”

“Uh…”

Gabriella instantly flicked her tail behind her. 

What had been hard to control moments ago now moved with surprising ease!

Honestly…

Gabriella had anticipated this outcome long ago, but she hadn’t expected to feel this nervous when the day actually came.

The way the Demon King stared at the tail near her stomach made her brain overheat.

“Don’t look, you idiot Demon King.”

Gabriella glared at her with the sternest expression she could muster, hoping to stop the rude behavior!

She hadn’t fully fallen yet. 

How could this idiot act like she already belonged to her?

But the moment those words left her mouth, the lingering blush softened her voice. 

Rather than rejecting Isabella’s affection, it sounded more like coquettish whining.

Will I really be spoiled by her…

As expected, the Demon King leaned closer, sitting in front of Gabriella. 

She clasped her hands together, tilted her head, and smiled.

“Honey~”

Her tail released Gabriella’s thigh and slipped behind her waist, tentatively brushing against Gabriella’s new tail.

This made the already anxious Gabriella even more restless. 

The tail was far more sensitive than she imagined—a light touch sent an electric current through her soul, turning her face red.

“Honey, you’ll grow wings later too.”

Tears welled in Gabriella’s eyes as her tail was teased.

She felt utterly bullied by the Demon King.

“Honey?”

“Uh… you idiot.”

Gabriella didn’t know how to explain her feelings. 

It was like she’d suddenly let go of something and chosen an ungrateful fool. 

And now that she was no longer pure… that illusion.

She even began wondering why she expected to be pampered. 

Was her demonification so deep it was affecting her mind? 

Impossible. No way.

She wasn’t pregnant yet.

Suddenly, Isabella took her hand and asked with genuine concern:

“What’s wrong, honey? Did… did I hurt you last night?”

Feeling the warmth from the Demon King eased some of Gabriella’s inner tension.

But Gabriella still felt upset.

The one she was supposed to have neutralized now seemed to be taking the lead.

Is my fate to become her delicate wife?

“It hurts.”

Gabriella said with a wronged tone. 

Thinking back carefully, the Demon King hadn’t been too excessive last night—just using her own way, with a rather comfortable rhythm…

In the end, it had felt good.

But realizing her inner evaluation of the Demon King was “comfortable” only made her more flustered.

“It hurts a lot, you idiot Demon King. You hurt me!”

One hand covered her mouth while the other tried to pull free from the Demon King’s grasp.

But the usually soft Demon King had turned firm. Her hand clung to Gabriella’s arm like vines, refusing to let go.

“Honey, forgive me just this once~ Okay? I really didn’t mean to.”

“Uh uh…”

“I swear I’ll never hurt you again. If I do something wrong, you can punish me, all right?”

Gabriella didn’t know how to refuse.

The Demon King had gone this far. 

If she kept denying her, wouldn’t she seem like an unreasonable wife?

She was supposed to be a virtuous wife.

No, no, no.

I’m human. 

I’m only pretending to be a virtuous wife to please the idiot Demon King. 

I like her a little, so things got a bit real in bed… and I accepted a demon body.

That’s all there is to it.

Once her logic smoothed out, Gabriella’s mood improved noticeably~

Her restlessness eased. 

She didn’t let go of the Demon King’s hand and mumbled…

“I’d never punish you. The thing I hate most… is ending one pain with another.”