At this moment, inside the tent, the young girl Emilia sat obediently on the bed like a well-behaved duckling.
Her slender jade-like hands hugged the pillow tightly to her chest, making her appear unusually reserved yet overwhelmingly cute.
She lowered her head in silence, the scolding words from Sieg echoing repeatedly in her ears.
“What the hell are you doing? How dare you…” At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing wet clothes.
With a sharp tug, he tore them off and threw them onto the ground, revealing a well-built, muscular physique. Pointing and gesturing, he continued,
“My god, Emilia, you seem a little too repressed. And you start off like this with me? I know I’m handsome, charming even, but that doesn’t mean… Is it because I’ve been too good to you that you think you can do whatever you want? What’s next, planning to crap on my head?”
Even Sieg found it hard to describe what he was feeling—somewhat at a loss. Sigh, women are all like this. It was obvious he was repelled by this too-extreme behavior.
Anyone else would feel disgusted and reject it, making their mood sour.
If this were any other woman besides Emilia, he probably would have torn her apart limb by limb.
After saying this, the girl responded softly, lightly waving her small hand, her face full of guilt. She hadn’t meant it that way, but what had happened was indeed the truth.
She just hadn’t been able to hold back last night and lacked experience, which ended up in this unbearable situation. Too embarrassing to look at.
Her rosy lips moved gently to explain, hoping to clarify everything.
“I’m not trying to make excuses, but I want you to understand my feelings and thoughts.
I didn’t mean it like that. When I was lying on the bed, all I could think about was you, Sieg. Then I couldn’t resist and did that. I’ll be more careful next time. Sorry, Sieg.”
“Sorry? You think just apologizing will do? Do you know how much psychological harm this kind of behavior causes me? You only care about yourself. If I were to…”
Originally, he planned to retaliate in kind, but halfway through he remembered Emilia’s condition and situation…
Wouldn’t that be rewarding her?
Sigh, female rascals are really terrifying, especially when they’re pretty. When you think about it carefully, it’s not too bad, right?
No, what am I thinking?
He smoothed out the goosebumps on his arms, shook his head lightly to dispel distracting thoughts, and decided to drop the subject. Talking any further felt dangerous.
He was also afraid Emilia might get upset and suddenly lose control, and then punish him on the spot.
“Enough of that. Let’s get back to the holy water.”
To restore his strength and reclaim his former glory, Hakimi was forced to resort to any means necessary. Even if it meant descending into hell, it was just a little hardship.
Sieg cleared his throat, drawing attention, and unexpectedly brought up the topic of holy water again. But it was obvious he wasn’t happy about it, his face darkening.
“Ahem, ahem, look at me. Let’s talk about the holy water again, Emilia. That stuff is really important to me—so important that I don’t care if it means crossing the line…”
Even this shameless guy found himself at a loss for words. His speech faltered like a jammed pistol. He had never expected things to come to this point, and was completely unprepared mentally.
But the topic didn’t end there; it continued.
“I get it. Let’s keep talking about it, the holy water. Originally, that was just a careless lie she told. Such a shameful thing could hardly be spoken aloud. But because of how important it was, it kept coming up and became an unspoken truth only the two of them knew.”
No longer coy, Emilia’s body tensed, trying not to blush, but she was still awkward enough to clutch the bedsheet with her delicate feet, trying to ease her embarrassment and nervousness.
“If you need it, I’ll do my best to provide it. How much do you want…”
“I’ll think about it.”
It was clear he pondered for a long time. Time seemed to stop. He hesitated as if weighing his entire life, as if trying to break a personal limit.
Finally, he came up with a compromise—something he could barely accept, that wouldn’t overburden Emilia. It was a solution born of necessity.
He started talking to himself, as if trying to map out the process by which the holy water was produced, to prove the feasibility of the plan.
“Look, Emilia, this holy water is born because of you. That means you’re the source of the holy water. Thinking this way, understanding the source gives us many more ways to obtain it. It doesn’t necessarily have to be produced in the usual manner… Since that’s the case.”
Without hesitation, he quickly fetched a basin of foot bath water and, while outside, unlocked Lief’s shackles so she could move freely. After all, keeping a dog locked up wasn’t right. The experimental setup was complete.
“Let’s begin, Emilia.”
In a commanding tone, Sieg now sounded like a scientist leaving no room for personal feelings.
He looked at the hesitant girl, signaling with his eyes and gestures. She seemed to understand and swallowed nervously, not refusing. She had made up her mind to dedicate herself for the sake of science.
Gracefully sitting at the edge of the bed, she lifted her slender legs, trembling slightly as she extended her jade-like feet, then gently dipped her toes into the water.
This continued until late at night. Delicious ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.
For Sieg, who had tasted all kinds of delicacies, this was a deeply understood truth.
The conclusion was that although kissing had only an average effect, it was still the most dignified method.
Even the best effects… well, forget it for now.
As for why the previous kiss had no effect, he didn’t know or understand. Maybe it was the relationship between the two at that time…
After all, back then, I really disliked Emilia, even rejected her. Or maybe only when feelings are truly mutual can the so-called holy water take effect.
As their lips slowly parted by the bed, the prolonged kiss seemed to blend their bodies and souls, carrying warmth and heat.
Their warm breath brushed their faces as their eyes reflected each other’s figures, a hint of intimacy between them.
“Is this okay, Sieg? If the effect still isn’t enough, then we can…”
She tentatively asked, her eyes full of affection, no longer shy, returning to her former self as her delicate hands began to wander restlessly.
“That’s enough.”
Sieg interrupted firmly, raising his hand to touch his lips without disgust. He didn’t enjoy it, but the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his true feelings.
He had found the most suitable method—good for both of them.
Saying that, he stood up to cool off outside, clear his mind, and adjust his mood before it spiraled out of control.
Lief, who had been watching quietly beside them for a long time, looked dumbfounded.
She was like a dog, afraid to make a sound or move, completely rethinking these two’s behavior…
Suddenly feeling uncertain, it was too perverse, full of unfamiliar methods. Could this really be humanly conceived?
Could she insert herself into this twisted relationship, breaking and ruining it, causing chaos in the Demon King’s castle… and finally find a chance to escape?
Gripping her small, tender fists tightly, she quietly encouraged herself and quickly followed Sieg’s lead, planning to imitate and do something herself.