The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The sudden, soft sound of “I’m sorry” completely broke Shi Zhihua’s train of thought.

She was startled, unable to fathom what the other person had done wrong.

It seemed she had constantly been the one bullying and teasing the girl, leveraging her status to exert pressure. Why was the girl, in turn, apologizing?

Shi Zhihua didn’t understand, so she asked gently: “Why are you apologizing to me?”

Tong Siqing blinked slowly, also not quite understanding why the other person would ask that.

In her heart, she was the guilty and unfaithful one. Not long ago, she had lost control and spent the night with the Demon Lord, and the next day, she nearly wounded her with a sword. Had the Demon Lord not pointed out what had happened that night, Tong Siqing would have changed clothes and simply walked away.

Although Zhihua had been so angry that she immediately slashed her with a blade, the cut hadn’t held any real malicious intent. It was mostly just to frighten her. The blade, condensed from Demonic energy, pierced her heart but caused no pain, and the wound healed quickly without even a scar.

It was likely just for show.

Tong Siqing thought sluggishly, and at the same time, felt even more sorry for Zhihua.

She was an irresponsible scoundrel. She came to assassinate her, tricked her body and heart, and hadn’t even married her. She could only disguise her identity and stay in the Demon Palace to keep her company a little longer.

Her Father-Venerable’s intention was for her to foster a relationship with the Demon Lord, but Tong Siqing carefully considered it and felt she couldn’t directly do that. She hadn’t finished making amends for what she owed; how could she wrong the other person again?

“It’s because I didn’t serve you well.”

Under Shi Zhihua’s gaze, Tong Siqing spoke weakly. She felt that her primary task was to apologize and take good care of the Demon Lord.

Shi Zhihua raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing: “How so? How do you intend to serve me?”

“I… I want to…”

They were too close. The Demon Spring was full of circulating water, with currents swirling beneath the surface. Shi Zhihua was still holding her shoulder, anticipating a satisfying answer, which made Tong Siqing’s mind go blank. She couldn’t put together a complete sentence.

She lowered her head, deep in thought.

“Ah?” Shi Zhihua’s carmine lips parted, letting out a soft breathy sound.

She might have misunderstood something, and leaned closer ambiguously: “What do you mean…”

Evidently, Tong Siqing’s silence was interpreted differently by Shi Zhihua.

Especially paired with Tong Siqing’s cheeks, flushed a faint pink by the misty water vapor, which looked extremely shy, Shi Zhihua naturally assumed that the girl’s “serving” had a different, attached meaning, and her own desires were instantly aroused.

Shi Zhihua instantly felt a surge of anticipation.

Most demons in the Demon Realm were libidinous, favoring beautiful appearances and indulging in sensual pleasures. As the Demon Lord, she was naturally no exception, but she had always been haughty. No incapable person could catch her eye, and she usually disdained all beings, preferring to restrain her desires rather than indulge in casual lust.

If she hadn’t always restrained herself, she wouldn’t have fallen into the trap.

Not long ago, after being poisoned by that persistent succubus, Shi Zhihua immediately sent people to cripple the suicidal creature. Realizing that the passion poison was difficult to resolve, she didn’t seek anyone to spend the night with. Instead, she chased all the surrounding servants out of her bedchamber and endured it alone.

If Tong Siqing hadn’t coincidentally arrived to assassinate her…

Shi Zhihua ran her tongue over her lips, recalling the taste of the other person.

She was arrogant, and her standards for choosing partners were harsh. It was a coincidence that Tong Siqing was acceptable.

Shi Zhihua thought clearly: If not for the poison, she would still be willing to enjoy this person.

Like a lurking beast, she suddenly showed Tong Siqing the dangerous gaze of a predator: “Answer me, what do you wish to do… and I will…”

Tong Siqing smiled sweetly: “I want to help you wash your clothes.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Shi Zhihua’s fingers, gripping the girl’s shoulder, suddenly tightened, her face displaying an ineffable expression.

Tong Siqing smiled brightly and passionately at her, like a budding sunflower: “I won’t use magic. I’ll wash them with my own hands. I promise they’ll be clean.”

Having grown up in the Xianning Sect, she had never done manual chores. In the sect, no one needed to wash clothes by hand; a simple spell could solve the task. No one would deliberately wash by hand.

There were exceptions. Tong Siqing had heard the fairies say that washing clothes or sewing sachets for a beloved or a close friend were acts of great devotion, and the recipient would be deeply touched.

Seeing Shi Zhihua’s shocked face, Tong Siqing firmly concluded—The Xianning Sect never lies to its own people.

This idea is truly excellent.

See? Zhihua is so happy she’s practically swooning.

Shi Zhihua pressed her fingertips to her forehead, unsure what to say, nearly fainting from annoyance.

If not for Tong Siqing’s guileless face and pure, clear eyes, she would have thought the girl was deliberately humiliating her. When the feeling had surged, she had expected to find pleasure, but instead felt like she’d been doused with a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing all her sensual thoughts.

The warm currents of the Demon Spring washed over her, but her heart felt cold.

She was very angry.

But she had no reason to punish the other person.

Wait.

Shi Zhihua looked at the girl haughtily.

She thought. Do I need a reason to punish someone?

If she’s in a bad mood, anything is justifiable.

Because she is the Demon Lord, everything is permissible.

“Just washing clothes is letting you off too easily,” Shi Zhihua said maliciously. “I am not satisfied with your answer.”

Tong Siqing hastily said: “I can do anything, as long as you need it.”

In her urgency, she even forgot the respectful title.

But Shi Zhihua wasn’t going to accept the favor—even though the girl’s words were full of ambiguity and suggestive hooks, based on her experience, the girl’s mind was utterly colorless. She might say such things, but she meant no such deeds.

She thought, “You can do jack squat.”

You don’t even know what “can” means.

Shi Zhihua looked contemptuous, her tone decisive: “No, you can’t.”

Tong Siqing was eager to prove her capability. She revealed her delicate forearm and clenched her fist, looking at the other person: “I can punch ten demon beasts into flight!”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She finally understood how the ten carefully cultivated demon beasts of the Demon Realm had been injured. Those ten were known as the Demon Realm’s ten “Generals,” capable of holding off an Immortal Sage during the war between Immortals and Demons.

When her subordinates returned with their report, they claimed to have been injured by people from the Immortal Clan. Shi Zhihua had assumed it took nine Immortal Sages to surround and wound the beasts.

Who would have thought that Tong Siqing had punched them all away, alone?

A vein throbbed on Shi Zhihua’s forehead. She wanted to question the girl but couldn’t help but caution her: “Why did you hit them? The Demon Realm’s ten beasts are bloodthirsty. Don’t provoke them easily.”

Tong Siqing looked wronged: “I thought they were cute and wanted to pet them, but they bared their teeth at me and tried to bite me. I waved my fist to scare them, and they just flew off on their own.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

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