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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Since our first time together, Master had been summoning me to her bedchamber every other night.
Initially, I was enthusiastic about having sex with such a beautiful woman, but my eagerness seemed to have flipped a switch in her, and our encounters grew increasingly longer.
Afterward, we would sleep together in the Heavenly Demon Palace. Lately, she had even been waking me up in the middle of the night.
Or rather, I would wake up.
– What are you doing?
– Don’t mind me. Go back to sleep. You must be tired. I’ll just take care of this myself.
There was something brazen about her saying that while sucking on my cock.
I supposed it took that level of shamelessness to be a Cult Leader.
Of course, I couldn’t resist joining in, and by the time she was satisfied, the sun was already rising.
Did I dislike it? It was a mixed feeling.
The desire to spend the night with an attractive woman was a primal instinct for men.
But the aftermath was entirely my responsibility.
It was like drinking too much and suffering a hangover the next day.
After a night with the Heavenly Demon, we would have breakfast together.
Then, she would attend to Cult matters, and I would return to my quarters to catch up on sleep.
And then it would repeat.
If the Head Administrator hadn’t come to fetch me for lunch, I probably would have slept until dinner.
“Oh dear, you seem tired,” he said with a smile, and I rubbed my bloodshot eyes, nodding.
“And I’m a bit parched. The water by my bed is all gone.”
I still struggled with the formal speech.
“I’ll bring you more water next time. My apologies.”
“Don’t apologize. I just drink a lot of water.”
Honestly, I felt bad even asking him for such things.
The Head Administrator was the only one taking care of my quarters.
Normally, there should have been many servants, but apparently, all the Cult’s servants were women, and Master had refused to assign any to me.
So, naturally, the Head Administrator ended up doing everything, even though he was already swamped with managing the entire Cult.
It was an awkward situation for both of us.
“I’ll talk to Master about it today.”
“I’m not sure if she’ll agree… I’m worried she’ll just get angry.”
“What’s the worst that could happen? Death? Haha.”
Well… other than dying, what else could happen?
“If she refuses, we’ll just hide somewhere.”
I chuckled, and the Head Administrator paused.
“I see. We’ll just hide somewhere.”
He looked momentarily dazed, then smiled pleasantly.
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“You really do have a death wish, don’t you?”
I was about to dig into my lunch, a delicious-looking noodle dish, when she spoke.
I had just asked her about the servants.
Her reaction was so intense that the Horse Demon, who had been about to eat a meatball, froze mid-bite.
Shadow Demon, noticing this, gently closed his mouth with her finger.
They were quite the duo.
I decided to push my luck.
“Look, think about it. How much work does the Head Administrator already have? He manages the entire Cult. It’s too much to ask him to handle these trivial matters too.”
“Head Administrator, is your workload too much?”
“Don’t ask him. Talk to me. It’s just a few servants. Why are you being so stubborn?”
I raised my voice in frustration, and her eyes widened.
The look on her face said, ‘How dare you?’
The old me would have cowered in fear, but after spending a few nights with her, I wasn’t as intimidated.
“Stubborn? You dare call me stubborn?”
She snorted, as if I had said something preposterous.
Shadow Demon glanced back and forth between us, then lowered her head.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to assign servants. I’ll fetch the water and firewood myself. I don’t have anything else to do anyway.”
“That’s out of the question. You’re confined to the Cult grounds. And the Head Administrator is capable, so he can continue…”
“It’s inconvenient for me. He has to come to my quarters every morning to check on me… He’s already overworked as it is.”
“Hmm…”
I continued to argue my case, emphasizing the Head Administrator’s heavy workload, and after a few minutes, she pouted and tapped her fingers on the table.
“Sigh… I swear, I’d like to tear your mouth apart.”
She muttered something menacing under her breath, but I pretended not to hear.
“I’ll keep the number of servants to a minimum… but they’re all young… I’ll have to assign someone older or younger…”
She mumbled to herself, lost in thought.
After a few more minutes, she seemed to have reached a decision.
She nodded and said,
“Fine. I don’t know why you care so much about the Head Administrator, but I’ll grant your request.”
– However!
She added a condition.
“You’ll get two servants.”
One would have been enough, but two was fine, too.
“Thank you for your generosity, Master.”
I bowed respectfully, and something hard hit my forehead.
What was that… a bean?
Did she just throw a bean at me? That actually hurt.
“Don’t push your luck, you damn disciple.”
She scoffed and then slurped down her noodles as if she were sucking the life force out of them.
Then, she stood up and left without another word.
“Yes! I won!”
I couldn’t help but mutter this out loud.
“Young Cult Leader, if I may be so bold… I must say… your personality seems a bit unique.”
The Horse Demon, finally able to eat his meatball, said to me.
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