Chapter 13: Provocation

“Demon King, if there’s nothing else, may I be excused…”

Mo Zhi’s brows were furrowed coldly, her face unreadable, but her tone carried a hint of impatience.

“Of course there is, my Consort…”

Lantis beckoned Mo Zhi closer with a curl of her finger, her voice dripping with charm.

“Come to me.”

Though she was unwilling deep down, Mo Zhi still obeyed for the sake of her Clan.

She walked slowly to the throne and frowned as she looked down at the woman reclining on it.

“My Consort truly has no respect for me. If anyone else dared look at me like that, they’d have died a thousand times over by now.”

“My eyes are just like this when they look at the Demon King, so I’m sorry.”

“Hmph hmph.”

Hearing the teasing words, the Demon King only covered her mouth to chuckle lightly, then spoke again: “Massage my legs for me. I’ve been walking for ages these past few days over trivial matters, and my legs are sore.”

This unreasonable demand immediately made Mo Zhi’s face contort with disdain.

She sighed and said irritably, “…Then please extend your legs, Demon King.”

“Lift them yourself.”

Mo Zhi clenched her palm, then roughly lifted the long robe covering Lantis’s legs, revealing her smooth, jade-like limbs.

“Ah~ So rough. You can’t be a good wife if you keep this up.”

“Then does the Demon King have thoughts of divorcing me?”

“Not at all.”

“Tsk.”

Mo Zhi’s palm gripped the soft, supple calf, then began kneading it mercilessly.

She squeezed with all her might; if it were anyone else, their bones might have been broken by now.

But for Lantis, it felt just right.

“A bit harder~ Higher up~”

“💢”

Seeing her close-eyed expression of pleasure, Mo Zhi’s anger flared.

The more she thought about it, the more vexed she became, and a devious idea formed in her mind.

“Demon King, I’m going to use more force now. It might hurt a little.”

“Even if you use all your strength, it won’t matter.”

“Well then, excuse me!”

She suddenly clenched her fists and swung all her strength at that smooth, firm thigh, but all she heard were even more comfortable moans.

“Ah~~ Right there, keep that pressure.”

“💢💢”

Mo Zhi didn’t believe it and threw several more punches, but even with the wind pressure from her fists, that soft, pale thigh seemed to perfectly absorb her strength, remaining as it was—without even a red mark.

She kept at it for a full twenty minutes until she was utterly exhausted and finally stopped.

Breathing heavily, Mo Zhi looked up to see the playful smile on Lantis’s lips.

“Honestly, Mo Zhi, I think you have a talent for this.”

“💢💢💢”

“This kind of talent is utterly unnecessary!”

This made Mo Zhi realize just how unrealistic it was to try and make the Demon King submit through brute force.

Physically, she was almost like a Titan Troll, let alone her strength.

“The order’s fulfilled, so I’ll be leaving now.”

She hastily stood, eager to get away from here.

But as soon as she took a step forward, her foot involuntarily froze.

“Is there anything else, Demon… King…?”

She almost bit her words out through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave~ Since you massaged my legs, I have to make you comfortable as well.”

She lifted her leg and, with bare, delicate toes, raised Mo Zhi’s chin, looking at her with seductive eyes.

“…Please take your filthy feet away, Demon King.”

“I don’t like hearing that…”

A trace of grievance appeared in her eyes as her tone turned flirtatious.

“Besides, if they’re dirty, I might just shove my foot into your mouth.”

To her surprise, Mo Zhi obediently closed her mouth.

She seemed to know that Lantis might really do such a thing.

She liked this obedient little cat very much; this rare moment of compliance made the smile on her face deepen.

She straightened up and patted her smooth thigh.

“Sit here, my Consort.”

“I don’t see a place to sit?”

“Sit on my thigh. This is something others would kill for, so you better be grateful.”

Mo Zhi bit her lip, her nails nearly digging into her flesh.

“Do I have to say it again?”

Seeing Mo Zhi still silent, Lantis seemed to lose patience.

Her eyes began to emit a faint purple glow, and after beckoning Mo Zhi once more, Mo Zhi walked uncontrollably toward her.

She sat facing Lantis on the thigh, her arms instinctively wrapping around Lantis’s neck.

The distance between them was almost nonexistent.

Mo Zhi’s gaze kept drifting to those two soft mounds, and an instinctive impulse stirred restlessly in her heart.

Lantis seemed to have long noticed this gaze and spoke teasingly, “Want a titty massage?”

“W-what kind of thing would I want?!”

“Demon King, please restrain yourself!”

Mo Zhi’s voice was full of shame and disdain.

“Oh, I’m just pampering my Consort. How is that lacking in restraint?”

She pressed her lips close to Mo Zhi’s two cat ears atop her head, her voice low and sticky: “Relax, soon I’ll make you feel good~”

She gently stroked Mo Zhi’s head, pressing her face against her chest, repeatedly running her fingers through the silky hair.

The excessive softness made Mo Zhi’s hands tingle.

The faint fragrance was slowly pulling her consciousness into this gentle abyss, and her tightly clenched hands unconsciously relaxed…

“Whose is this Hair Tie…?”

Just as Mo Zhi was about to be completely lost in this tenderness, a cold voice by her ear dragged her back to awareness.

She felt a bony hand touch her right ponytail, gently caressing the Hair Tie entwined in her hair.

“The two Hair Ties I gave you aren’t this color, are they?”

Mo Zhi’s twin ponytails were tied at Lantis’s demand; she was ordered to wear them every time she met her, or else all the Clan members would be forced to wear twin ponytails.

This annoying order was one Mo Zhi had no choice but to follow. She knew well which was worse: her own disgrace or the whole Clan’s.

But this was just a different Hair Tie.

Why was she so angry about it?

“This Hair Tie was picked up with me. It holds special meaning to me.”

“Oh? But this isn’t the Hair Tie I told you to wear.”

“What difference does it make?”

Upon hearing this, Lantis’s eyes darkened with coldness.

Feigning indifference, she said, “No difference, of course no difference. It’s just that…”

She cupped Mo Zhi’s cheek, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Disobedient cats must be punished.”

Seeing the undisguised chill in Lantis’s gaze, Mo Zhi felt a bad premonition.

“W-what kind of punishment?”

The black cat eyes looking at her bore a faint smile.