Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Sylvia's cool, distant demeanor, tinged with a hint of resistance, mixed with a subtle longing and shyness, made Timothy's heart skip a beat.

After all, the proud and aloof Goddess Sylvia, who outwardly rejected him but was clearly struggling to contain her inner turmoil, was a sight to behold. Where else in the world could one find such a captivating beauty?

But as Timothy recalled Sylvia's earlier cold rejection, a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

Instead of giving in, he responded with a bit of indifference, almost teasingly: "Come on, babe, I'm feeling a little worn out. We still have to head to the Underworld Dynasty later. Let's just leave it at that."

"Huh?"

Sylvia was stunned. She clearly hadn't expected Timothy to respond like that.

After all, in the past, whenever she made the first move, no matter how exhausted he was, Timothy would always push through, never willing to miss the opportunity.

And now, with her clothes already scattered to the wind, even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't exactly just…

"But… how could you be tired? Didn't you just take the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill, an eighth-level elixir?"

Finally, swallowing her embarrassment, Sylvia lowered her voice, trying to coax Timothy, who seemed unusually disinterested and distant.

She even awkwardly brushed her soft, smooth skin against him, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and anticipation.

The gesture was clumsy, but in a way, adorably so.

Timothy felt another stir in his heart, but he still turned away with a cool demeanor: "Nope, I'm still feeling a bit weak."

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"You!" Sylvia's beautiful eyes locked onto him.

She knew full well just how powerful the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill was. After all, that night, even describing Timothy as a beast would've been an understatement. And that was just the first round…

But she had no way to call him out on it.

The waves continued to crash, each one sending a shiver through Sylvia's delicate body.

Her embarrassment deepened, and the blush on her cheeks grew even more intense.

Finally, unable to control the growing desire within her, she leaned in close to Timothy's ear, her voice trembling with both shame and longing: "Stop… stop teasing me…"

Her soft breath brushed against him, her voice a gentle whisper.

Hearing the mix of frustration and vulnerability in her tone, Timothy couldn't help but smile.

"Well, if that's the case, I won't hold back."

He pressed himself against her soft, cool body once more.

"Mmm… ah…"

"Ah… be gentle…"

"Mmm… I can't… ah…"

The ocean was vast, but Sylvia's soft, melodic voice, like the ringing of a bell, echoed across the waves, carried by the rhythm of the sea.

The sounds of their voices, the water, and something else entirely filled the air…

"Ah…"

"Faster… ah…"

"Mmm…"

Six hours later, back on the shore, Sylvia finally managed to put on her clothes again, her pale blue dress covering her body completely. She had no words to describe how she felt at that moment.

Though the heat and excitement from earlier had mostly faded, the lingering exhaustion from their "battle" left her feeling weak.

Timothy, on the other hand, seemed completely fine, while Sylvia could barely take a step without her legs trembling beneath her.

She shot Timothy a look full of frustration and resentment.

The real culprit behind all of this was that strange piece of clothing called a "bikini."

And yet, Timothy seemed to treasure it, carefully folding it away as if he planned to make her wear it again next time.

It was just too embarrassing!

Sylvia silently made up her mind: no matter what, she would never wear any of those weird outfits Timothy brought out again.

Especially when he had taken the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill—she needed to stay far, far away from him.

Timothy hadn't even reached the Holy Emperor level yet, and the effects of the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill were already this terrifying.

Sylvia didn't even want to imagine what would happen if he ever reached the Holy Emperor stage and took that pill again.

Wouldn't that be…

As her thoughts wandered, Sylvia's cheeks flushed a deep red. She quickly turned away, trying to shake off the embarrassing images forming in her mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully made a Holy Emperor-level being weak in the knees and overwhelmed with shame.

System Reward: Convergence Strike]

Just then, the system's notification rang out.

[Convergence Strike?]

Timothy took a moment to examine the details of this sword technique.

The Convergence Strike allowed him to channel all the sword techniques he had ever mastered into a single, devastating blow. The more techniques he had mastered and the deeper his understanding of them, the more powerful the strike would be.

While the strength of the strike depended entirely on the user, its ability to concentrate and expand all of one's power into a single attack made it incredibly dangerous.

The only downside was that using it could drain all of his energy, potentially leaving him completely powerless afterward.

In essence, it was a "hurt the enemy by a thousand, but lose two hundred" kind of move. Compared to the legendary Seven Wounds Fist, which damaged the user's internal organs with every punch, it was slightly less self-destructive.

But it was precisely this seemingly risky technique that caught Timothy's attention.

Because, in the pursuit of swordsmanship, the goal was always to reach the pinnacle.

No matter the cost, no matter the process.

As long as he could unleash unprecedented power in a single strike, that swordsmanship could be called the strongest.

And this secret technique, which gathered all power into one sword, while dangerous, perfectly aligned with the ultimate pursuit of swordsmanship.

Timothy carefully studied the Convergence Strike and, satisfied, nodded to himself.

This trip to the Holy Sea had been more fruitful than he expected. Not only had he managed to get the goddess to wear a bikini and play beach volleyball, but he had also…

Ahem.

In any case, before heading to the Underworld Dynasty, Timothy hadn't anticipated gaining so much.

The only downside was that the sunscreen, parasol, and beach chair hadn't been used.

But that didn't matter. He could always save those for when they returned to the Elant Continent.

Once he dealt with the matters in the Netherworld and reached the Holy Emperor stage, six hours would be the least of his concerns.

"What… what was that look just now?"

Sylvia, who had just managed to compose herself and regain her cool demeanor, suddenly noticed Timothy's faint smile. A strange sense of dread washed over her.

Her legs, still a bit weak and tingling, instinctively took a step back. She was both wary and shy, like a startled rabbit, unsure whether to flee or stand her ground.

"Uh, nothing, really. I didn't do anything inappropriate. Why are you acting like this, babe?" Timothy chuckled awkwardly.

"How can you say you didn't do anything inappropriate?!"

Sylvia, the dignified Holy Emperor and ruler of Sky Sanctuary, looked at him with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"A bikini, beach volleyball, and… six hours…Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Each one was more outrageous than the last!"

"Hmph, well, the Beast Monarch Essence is all used up, and you haven't reached the Transcendence Realm yet. Once we're back on the Elant Continent, I'll definitely get my revenge!" Sylvia muttered, trying to comfort herself.