The moment Su Nian thought of that possibility, her heartbeat quickened unconsciously.
Her mind began to imagine the horned demon lord locking her up, grabbing her by the hair, pinning her in place… leaving her unable to move, forced to satisfy every demand of her horned demon master.
In this sunless dungeon, she would ultimately become this big bad guy’s… exclusive property.
‘Mmm… No. Absolutely not!’
Su Nian quickly shook her little head.
Right.
Why had she suddenly been locked in the basement of Shadowmoon Manor by her horned demon master?
Had she done something to upset him?
No…
She had clearly… already been very obedient.
She hadn’t even thought about continuing to oppose the horned demon lord.
They had agreed before—she would obey the horned demon lord for seven months.
‘How could the master act like this! Wuwuwu.’
A thick wave of grievance, mixed with a trace of sourness she herself hadn’t even noticed, surged into her heart.
Unknowingly, the girl completely lost any thought of resistance.
If this were the old her, she would have seized the chance of advancing to demigod to carefully prepare a major counterattack against the horned demon.
Even if she couldn’t win, she would have racked her brains thinking of ways to escape this gloomy dungeon.
But the current Su Nian simply hugged her knees tightly, burying her flawless, beautiful face deep within them.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, like a little cat abandoned by its owner, completely at a loss.
She had no thoughts of resisting or escaping at all.
Ever since she stopped obsessing over “revenge,” Su Nian had also figured things out.
If she behaved obediently and stayed by his side, she could accumulate enough humiliation value—one hundred million—then become a deity and gain eternal freedom.
In any case, submitting to her horned demon master allowed her to steadily gain humiliation value, which was a huge benefit for her.
Moreover, outside, the horned demon lord was the currently celebrated “Mo Yuan Sir”—wealthy, powerful, and even voted by pictorial magazines as one of the most charming men.
In the battle against the demon race invasion, the horned demon didn’t seem to be on the same side as those demons at all.
On the contrary, he played a massive role.
Without him, there was no way the space portal could have been closed so quickly.
And, that man outside was the hugely popular “Mo Yuan Sir,” the dream lover of countless noble young ladies, and one of the men selected by pictorial magazines as “one of the most charming men in the Red Maple Kingdom.”
Rich, powerful, handsome, and strong!
Perhaps… for a normal girl, being with him wouldn’t actually be such a bad thing.
She might even eagerly want to become the horned demon’s wife…
Mmm…
Thinking about it that way, becoming the horned demon lord’s wife… might actually be… okay?
After all, she had more or less already done most of the things a wife would do.
“Ding! Affection increased by five points. Current affection: -34.”
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‘Oh my god!’
What was she even thinking?
Su Nian violently shook her head, her golden hair brushing across her cheeks, now faintly red from embarrassment.
How could she, from a girl’s perspective, start considering that bastard’s good points and making excuses for him?
The horned demon… was the enemy!
He was the chief culprit who forced her, humiliated her, and locked that shameful collar around her neck!
Moreover, she used to be an upright, towering boy!
‘Wuwu.’
She had been bullied into becoming a dummy by the horned demon, to the point she was actually thinking of becoming a wife.
Besides, the horned demon had locked her up.
He surely planned to do even more excessive things.
She absolutely had to be careful.
‘Hmph, big bad guy!’
Yet just as she was gnashing her teeth, a scene flashed involuntarily through her mind.
Ten thousand feet in the sky.
The powerless sensation of freefall.
The extreme terror of approaching death.
Then, a tall and solid black figure tore through space and caught her firmly.
That embrace was strong and powerful.
It carried the familiar cold dragon-musk scent that inexplicably made her feel at ease.
So safe.
Even though they were still high in the air, she knew she was secure.
It was that man who had saved her from plummeting through the sky.
But after saving her, why did he lock her up here?
If the horned demon lord had wanted to, he could have imprisoned her in the dungeon long ago and bullied her mercilessly…
Could it be that he wanted to see her become a great hero then create that contrast in her persona to satisfy some strange fetish in his heart?
‘Something felt off. He couldn’t possibly be that twisted…’
Just as Su Nian was racking her brain with no answers, “creak—”
The heavy black iron door let out a dull, grating scrape as it slowly opened inward.
A tall and upright figure stepped in, backlit by the dim yellow magical light of the corridor outside.
The light outlined his broad shoulders and lean waist, shrouding his entire form in a blurry yet intensely oppressive shadow.
Su Nian’s heart clenched tightly.
He was here.
He had finally come.
This guy was about to reveal his most ferocious true face.
Right here in this sunless dungeon.
He was going to completely turn her—the “Saintess” who had just saved hundreds of thousands of lives and was revered as divine by the entire city—into…
“Cough cough.”
She didn’t dare think any further.
However, she simply sat quietly on the bed, hugging her knees like a startled rabbit, ears pricked, listening to every movement in the darkness.
The horned demon did not immediately pounce.
In the dark, there was only the sound of his steady, heavy footsteps—step after step, unhurried and unhurried—approaching the bed.
“Thump”
“Thump.”
“Thump.”
Finally, he stopped in front of the bed.
Su Nian held her breath, waiting for the final judgment.
At that moment, a faint glow lit up from his hand.
What the horned demon was holding appeared before her was not shackles or any torture instruments.
But a gleaming silver tray, polished to a shine.
Su Nian’s pupils contracted sharply.
Her gaze passed over the man’s shoulder and landed on the tray.
There was a bowl of soft, fragrant meat porridge, topped with bright green chopped scallions and still steaming hot.
Beside it was a cup of warm milk, thin wisps of white vapor rising, carrying a sweet milky aroma.
“Gulp…”
An untimely sound rang out.
Su Nian’s face flushed scarlet in an instant.
She wished she could find a crack in the ground and disappear into it immediately.
‘So embarrassing!’
She instinctively looked up and met the man’s deep, shadowy eyes.
She quickly glanced away, bracing herself for that familiar gaze full of mockery and possessiveness.
But…wait.
Su Nian froze slightly.
Did she… see it wrong?
Gathering her courage, Su Nian cautiously looked into those eyes again.
The horned demon lord’s gaze had always been like an ancient, unchanging cold pool.
But this time, at the very depths of that cold pool, she seemed to catch an extremely faint, almost imperceptible emotion.
It wasn’t mockery.
It wasn’t desire.
It was… concern?
The instant that word popped into her mind, Su Nian startled herself.
‘Huh!’
That horned demon bastard was actually concerned about her?
Impossible!
She must have slept for three days and damaged her brain to have such an absurd illusion.
But…that look in his eyes felt so real she couldn’t ignore it.
Perhaps…
A bold thought took root and began to sprout uncontrollably in her heart.