Chapter 68: The Eve Before the Pope’s Arrival

“What is this?”

Joey stood naked in front of Zilan, frowning as he looked at the white garment in his hands.

“This is the Saint Child’s attire.”

Zilan saw Joey completely bare in front of her and hurriedly turned her face away.

“You’re the Saint Child now. Can’t you pay a little attention to your appearance?”

“Huh?”

Joey narrowed his eyes at Zilan’s shy expression, then stepped right up to her…

“Heh… what haven’t you already done to me…”

The boy gave her a sidelong glance and said, “Acting like some proper lady now, are we…”

“Hypocrite…”

Joey flashed that little devilish grin again and spoke with clear contempt.

“……”

Zilan looked at his smug expression and her gaze turned somewhat cold once more.

Five minutes later…

“Ugh… I-I don’t need your help getting dressed!!”

The Saint Child mark on Joey’s chest began to glow faintly, and the boy’s body grew as hot as a steamed crab.

Zilan pulled Joey into her arms.

Watching him, she revealed a playful smile and started helping him into the clothes.

“Wait, there’s a hidden clasp here.”

“Hey! Wait! That’s not a hidden clasp! Mmph!!!”

Joey tried to stop her, but Zilan pinched him, making him throw his head back.

“Ah… my mistake. It really isn’t a hidden clasp…”

The mischief in Zilan’s eyes grew stronger.

She leaned close to Joey’s ear and whispered,

“The Saint Child’s voice really is… delightfully sweet…”

“Don’t… don’t get so close to my ear…”

But Zilan ignored him completely.

Instead, she grew even bolder, her hands wandering far more shamelessly.

About twenty minutes later, the Saint Child outfit was finally on Joey.

“Haa… haa…”

Joey went limp in Zilan’s arms, finally fully dressed…

Seeing the boy so helplessly at her mercy in her embrace, Zilan suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

She slid her hand up the back of his neck.

Then she forcibly lifted Joey’s chin, making the boy look up at her…

Zilan ravaged those lips without mercy…

Only when Joey was gasping for air and clutching desperately at the hem of her clothes did Zilan finally release the little guy in her arms.

“Haa…”

Zilan licked her lips, still wet from Joey, then reluctantly set him down on the bed.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and prepared to leave Joey’s room.

“W-wait a second.”

Joey’s voice came weakly from behind, stopping Zilan.

“You bastard… you got your fill, didn’t you.”

“Haa… my… my body is still so hot…”

“Oh? So the Saint Child wants it now?”

Zilan narrowed her eyes playfully as she looked at Joey.

“Shut up!! Just… give it to me already.”

Zilan shook her head gently.

“The Saint Child’s tone is awfully crude. Let’s wait until I come back tonight…”

With those words, Zilan left Joey’s room.

That damn bastard! Pervert!!! Scum!!!

Joey gritted his teeth and cursed Zilan furiously in his mind as she walked away.

The boy was already reaching his limit…

Joey sprawled on the bed, squirming restlessly…

“Haa… haa…”

For a fleeting moment, Joey almost wished Zilan would burst back in and just take him by force…

This is bad…

If this keeps up…

My mind is really going to break…

Get a grip…

Just three more days…

Then I’ll be…

examined by the Pope…

Why… am I actually looking forward to it…

What the hell is this…

Like a magical girl getting corrupted by a monster*

Me — the Demon King — turning into the Saint Child

and falling into holy corruption???

Whatever…

Joey had already made up his mind…

Even if he really ends up getting examined by the Pope…

He’s going to make damn sure that Zilan dies of jealousy…

Getting railed by some old hag?

Gross gross gross!!!

Joey rolled around on the bed…

Over the next few days…

Zilan’s routine was very simple: finish work, then return to the room…

The thing she looked forward to most each day was watching the frustrated Demon King act like a desperate little tease just to please her…

Especially now that Joey was wearing that Saint Child outfit…

The Saint Child attire was very particular…

The white silk fabric made it so Zilan’s hands never wanted to leave Joey’s body.

Not to mention the collar design — just a twist of those two buttons and she could see Joey’s smooth, shining collarbones…

Those dazzling thighs.

And the increasingly revealing…

The slit started from the waist downward.

Whenever Joey moved too much, she could catch glimpses of those slightly plump yet perfectly shaped—

This outfit was far more erotic than the school uniform Joey used to wear, and it made Zilan spend even more time lingering in Joey’s room.

The feeling of defiling something holy and divine was intoxicating to her.

Her actions toward Joey grew rougher and rougher…

But the rougher she became, the more frustrated Zilan felt…

Because she still couldn’t truly take the boy in front of her…

She could only drink poison to quench her thirst like this.

But this lifestyle was about to come to an end…

The night before the Pope was due to arrive at Morning Sun Academy…

Zilan, wearing a nightgown, came to Joey’s room…

“What are you doing??”

The moment the boy saw Zilan enter his room, he hurriedly pulled the blanket tightly around himself.

“Just in case…”

“Tomorrow the Pope comes to Morning Sun Academy to examine you. I’m making sure you don’t run away tonight.”

As she spoke, Zilan took off her glasses and placed her pillow beside Joey’s bed.

“But don’t worry… I won’t do anything to you tonight…”

“This way I can guarantee the Saint Child’s mental state and bodily fluid quality remain optimal.”

Zilan narrowed her eyes and smiled at Joey.

“That’s… really great then…”

Joey’s gaze was full of resentment mixed with a trace of disappointment.

He buried his head in the blanket and refused to acknowledge Zilan anymore.

That look made Zilan’s heart tremble…

Even she didn’t know why she had impulsively come to Joey’s room tonight.

But…

After only these few days of contact with Joey…

She somehow felt a strange reluctance in her heart.

Only in front of Joey could Zilan truly let herself go completely.

No need for polite empty words…

No need to tailor every action to please someone else…

No need to live in fear because of the people she had killed in the past…

In front of Joey…

She felt so free, so unrestrained…

She could do anything she wanted to this little guy…

A disobedient pet…

A bed companion…

Or simply a living symbol she could indulge herself with!

But…

This kind of life seemed like it would end tomorrow…

Zilan clutched her blanket tightly and looked at Joey, who had wrapped himself up so completely beside her.

Suddenly she felt utterly pathetic and alone…

“Joey.”

“…”

The boy stayed silent for a long moment before making a small sound from inside the blanket.

“What?”

“If you don’t learn to behave…”

“You’re going to suffer a lot later.”

“Tch!”

That tone irritated Joey to no end.

What the hell kind of tone was that?

“Don’t talk to me like some creepy old client lecturing a schoolgirl… disgusting!”

Joey stuck his small hand out from the blanket and flipped Zilan the middle finger.

The tiny gesture made Zilan break into a fond, indulgent smile.

She propped her head on her hand and gazed at the boy in the blanket.

“Hey.”

“What now?”

“Do you hate me?”

“I’d love to kill you right now!”

“……”

The smile on Zilan’s face grew even deeper, as though she had heard the perfect answer.

She lay down on her pillow, let out a soft breath, and said,

“Good.”

One night passed.

The Pope finally arrived.