Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Sylvia never expected that Timothy would suddenly get such a wild idea in the Sacred Sea.

Even though they were surrounded by a barrier of light, and the vast ocean stretched endlessly with no one else in sight, the situation still felt incredibly embarrassing.

Wearing such strange outfits in such a bizarre place—no matter how you looked at it, it was hard not to feel ashamed.

With no other excuse to fall back on, Sylvia tried to explain, "After we bathe in the Sacred Sea, we're heading to the Underworld Dynasty. You haven't even reached the Holy Emperor level yet, and if you… with me…"

She hesitated, then continued, "In short, your body might end up really weak, and you might even have trouble walking!"

They were about to head to the Underworld Dynasty, and they needed to be fully prepared. Normally, Timothy might have had some reservations.

But now? He had been holding onto the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill, refined from the Beast Monarch Essence, for a while now—and he hadn't used it yet.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm in perfect shape today."

With that, Timothy pulled out the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill and, without a second thought, popped it into his mouth.

"You!"

Sylvia's expression shifted slightly, clearly not expecting Timothy to act so decisively.

She could immediately sense the surge of vitality in Timothy's body. More importantly, his already magnetic presence seemed to grow even more irresistible.

For a moment, even Sylvia found herself staring at him, her gaze lingering.

After all, as Timothy had said, it had been quite a while…

"Hey, you need to calm down! Even with that pill…"

Sylvia tried to maintain her composure, attempting to reason with him.

But Timothy wasn't listening. Instead, he moved even closer.

Their skin touched, and the warmth of their bodies passed between them.

The cool ocean water, which had been soothing just moments ago, now felt like countless tiny tendrils, stirring up emotions deep inside.

Sylvia lifted her head slightly, her eyes now misty, gazing at Timothy with a mix of frustration and longing.

Explore stories at empire

Despite her protest, there was no hiding the dazed affection in her eyes.

"Ugh, this is too much!"

Her voice, soft and a little intoxicated, carried no real anger.

"Heh, you're always saying one thing and doing another. Do you really think you can fool me?"

Timothy chuckled, feeling his heart race faster.

Sylvia, with her shimmering eyes, flushed cheeks, and the way her pale skin glowed in the water, was simply breathtaking. The light purple bikini she wore only accentuated her beauty, adding a touch of allure to her usual cool demeanor.

No matter how you looked at her, she was stunning—enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.

Such beauty… how could anyone resist?

Timothy couldn't hold back any longer. He gently leaned in, pressing closer to Sylvia's blushing face and her soft, delicate body.

"This is too much…"

Sylvia pouted, her voice carrying a hint of playful annoyance.

But her cheeks were already flushed, and a bead of sweat had formed, glistening under the reflection of the ocean waves.

"Maybe I'm just under the influence of those three perverts… If I circulate my energy, maybe I'll be fine."

Her voice was soft, but there was still a trace of stubbornness.

Timothy, however, just smiled. He knew exactly what was happening.

With a light cough, Timothy released a small burst of energy.

Before long, two pieces of light purple fabric floated to the surface, carried by the gentle waves toward the shore.

At that moment, no matter how cold the ocean water was, it couldn't cool the rising heat between them.

Sylvia's soft, slightly teasing voice soon faded into the sea breeze as she gazed at Timothy.

…

The Sacred Sea shimmered under the gray sky, and the faint golden light reflected off the water's surface, casting a soft glow across the horizon.

Outside the massive barrier, a few female ghosts were clearly unaware of what was happening inside. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to make of the situation.

The only sound they could hear was a soft, melodious chirping, like birds singing in a forest.

But how could there be birds in the Netherworld? It didn't make sense. No wonder this place was called the Sacred Sea—there were clearly countless mysterious and inexplicable things hidden within it, even things that could baffle ghosts.

…

A long while later, Sylvia, overwhelmed with embarrassment and frustration, glanced at the pieces of clothing that had drifted far off to the shore. She let out a deep sigh.

"What just happened was an accident. The important thing now is heading to the Underworld Dynasty."

She huffed, her tone filled with indignation. "Doing something so outrageous in the sea… Just wait until we get back to the Elant Continent. I'm definitely going to punish you!"

A cool sea breeze swept by, and in an instant, Sylvia seemed to regain her usual calm and composed demeanor.

Her long, graceful neck straightened, exuding the cold, commanding presence of a Holy Emperor.

"Uh, I'm starting to think you're the perfect example of 'a demon before, a saint after,'" Timothy muttered with a light cough.

Thanks to the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill, Timothy still had plenty of energy, even after facing off with a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse like Sylvia.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Babe, with such a beautiful view, don't you want to… continue?" Timothy whispered softly into her ear, his breath warm against her delicate, shell-like ear.

"Absolutely not!" Sylvia quickly replied, her voice cold and proud, as if she had rejected him without a second thought.

Timothy was a little taken aback by her swift response.

The waves continued to lap gently against them, and Sylvia, despite her firm words, seemed a bit flustered.

Though her words were stubborn, her heart couldn't help but flutter slightly.

For someone of her strength, a Holy Emperor, the time that had passed was nothing. But still, a strange, inexplicable feeling had begun to well up inside her.

It was an absurd, shameful thought—one she couldn't control. It spread through her heart almost instantly, growing stronger and more overwhelming by the second.

Her autumn-like eyes lifted, and her gaze, along with the blush on her cheeks, was filled with embarrassment.

"Maybe… we could continue?"

Her voice was barely a whisper, so soft it was almost inaudible, trembling with the weight of her shame.

She couldn't even bring herself to look at Timothy.

"How could I say something so embarrassing?!"

But it was too late to take it back now…