Gabriella felt that there was nothing left to hesitate about.
In truth, dealing with the human problem was very simple.
The Saintess needed her help, but helping the Saintess would mean absorbing the power of the [Fountain of Purity], completely removing the curse, and making the Demon King sad.
Gabriella didn’t want to make the Demon King sad.
But right now, she was having a little tantrum with the Demon King… all because of the matter of children.
The Demon King won’t be heartbroken because of my willfulness, right?
After bidding farewell to Simona and wishing her well, Gabriella headed toward the dining hall.
It was soon noon—the Demon King’s mealtime had arrived.
She slowly placed the dishes from the meal cart onto the table, gave the Demon King a gentle smile, pressed her legs together, leaned her body forward slightly, and placed her hands naturally in front, maintaining elegance.
Seeing that the Demon King still showed no particular reaction,
She made a clever “accident,” nearly knocking over the porcelain bowl containing the soup.
A few drops of scalding broth landed on Isabella’s fair fingers.
“Demon King, I’m sorry. Shall I lick it clean for you, not missing a single spot~?”
“Eh?”
Gabriella gently took her hand and licked away the thick soup from her slender fingers.
Noticing more broth on the side of the finger, Gabriella shifted the angle and did not stop.
Isabella felt the warmth on her finger, and her face flushed crimson in an instant.
“It feels so good~”
Gabriella also realized that she had been licking for a little too long, and her lips parted from the finger in embarrassment.
Since when did I start getting used to this…
Gabriella didn’t think too much about it.
She just felt that today’s Demon King was a bit strange.
This idiot Isabella actually has no special reaction?
In the past, she should have been surprised by my actions.
I was licking her so enthusiastically.
Yet the Demon King still had that soft, easy-to-bully appearance, as if she had completely forgotten about the child matter.
This idiot.
She watched intently as Isabella ate.
The idiot Demon King often fell into deep thought while eating; her mealtimes weren’t particularly pleasant because she frequently used that time to think about what work to do in the afternoon.
If I hadn’t specially arranged a schedule for her and carved out time for a noon break, this idiot would have worked herself to death seven or eight years ago… Would that count as successfully subjugating the Demon King?
But today—or rather, recently—the Demon King had been acting a little off.
She often liked to focus her attention on me, but that would make the afternoon work even more stressful.
“Come, Gabriella, open your mouth. Ah~”
Just as Gabriella was lost in thought.
…
The Demon King forked a piece of cut steak and held it to Gabriella’s lips.
“Demon King, I have my own mealtime during the noon break.”
“Can today be an exception? I want you to take a nap with me~”
“Mm.”
As expected, she’s still thinking about children.
The shy and hesitant idiot Demon King.
Gabriella leaned forward slightly, standing on her tiptoes; the lines outlined by her maid skirt and her legs formed the most beautiful scenery.
She had thought this was the Demon King’s romantic (meow~) interest, but unexpectedly, the other party was genuinely feeding her.
In the end, this idiot dragged it out for a full twenty minutes before finishing the meal.
Normally, the Demon King only had about an hour and a half for her noon nap.
That time was squeezed out.
Back in the bedroom, she changed out of her maid skirt and into a cute nightgown, then slipped into the bedding filled with the Demon King’s scent.
She kept the silk stockings on, since the Demon King quite liked them, so she didn’t remove them.
“Gabriella, turn around.”
Gabriella did so, turning her back, understanding that the Demon King was probably about to start touching her…
It can’t be… playing with the place that’s supposed to feed a child, right?
But if she really wanted to touch me all over, she should have acted spoiled toward me earlier.
Gabriella realized she understood the Demon King too well.
However, she only felt warmth at the base of her horns—the Demon King was actually massaging them.
A tingling current flowed from her head into her body; Gabriella’s face flushed, and amid the comfortable massage, occasional sensitive spots would follow, bringing slight surprises.
As the massage continued, Gabriella even started feeling drowsy.
“Demon King~ I, I still have work this afternoon.”
Afternoon work?
Isabella smiled and shook her head.
“Loli will handle your work for today, and you have today and tomorrow off.”
Gabriella suddenly opened her eyes, wanting to say something—after all, this was the first time in five years the Demon King had gotten involved in maid duties and scheduling.
But before she could ask, Isabella answered:
“I am the supreme Demon King; the maids must naturally obey my orders.”
“She only just started…”
“Simona will help too.”
Gabriella was a bit confused.
Could it be that the Demon King wanted it today?
All signs pointed to her guess being correct.
She’s pampering me—pampering her wife—to have a child.
Thinking this way reduced some of the guilt Gabriella felt about not going to work…
Without realizing it, have I also become a workaholic?
Gabriella gladly accepted, but then she remembered that she wasn’t yet a full demon.
The Demon King really is an idiot.
Doesn’t she know that complete demonification and fall require one crucially important step?
Especially for a strong person like me.
[The Ritual]
This was something Gabriella had only recently learned about.
To fully demonify and fall requires special steps, so having a child—getting her pregnant—wasn’t something that could happen in just a day or two.
However, if it was simply pent-up desire, that would be understandable.
Gabriella closed her eyes and fell deeply asleep.
When she opened her eyes again, only an hour had passed—she had slept past the maids’ break time.
She had woken up right at work time.
Gabriella felt she was beyond saving.
Isabella was right beside her, her tail somehow wrapped around Gabriella’s waist at some point.
She had thought the Demon King was having a nightmare again, but her breathing was steady, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned—it looked more like a sweet dream than a nightmare.
“Demon King…?”
Gabriella waited a few minutes before the Demon King woke up.
She slowly opened her eyes and said somewhat embarrassedly,
“I overslept a little.”
“If that’s the case, does the Demon King have any plans for the afternoon?”
Gabriella asked directly.
“Mmm~ Gabriella is very busy with work. Let’s go for a walk—it’ll help relax and clear the mind.”
“Eh?”
“When you’re busy, taking a moment to go out for a stroll makes everything feel clearer.”
Gabriella was speechless.
This idiot Isabella wants to have her way with me and still acts so shy, coming up with all these strange excuses.
Wouldn’t it be better to just be direct?
But seeing Isabella’s serious expression, Gabriella agreed.
After all, indulging the Demon King’s romantic (meow~) interests was part of pleasing her too.