"You're…her sister??" Kyle asked, utterly stunned, and the girl gave a small nod, once more, as if it was nothing.
"Yes," she said calmly. "My name is Naoya."
She placed a hand lightly over her chest.
"I am the second demon princess."
Kyle blinked.
"Wow… that was honestly unexpected."
For a moment he simply stared at her, trying to process everything she had just said. The whole situation felt strange. Almost ridiculous.
Whoever managed to get pregnant first would determine everything?
It sounded like some ancient tradition.
Still…
Kyle didn't seem too bothered by it.
'Well… I did come here planning to sleep with the Demon Queen anyway.'
A faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
'If I end up smashing someone else along the way… I guess I don't really mind.'
He shrugged slightly to himself.
'As long as they help me gain power… yeah, I can live with that.'
Naoya seemed to notice the small smile on his face, though she didn't question it. Instead, she folded her arms lightly.
"Honestly," she said after a moment,
"it was the Demon Queen herself who brought you here."
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Naoya continued casually.
"...But…no…that doesn't matter."
She glanced toward him again, studying his reaction.
For a brief moment they simply looked at each other.
Then Naoya smiled.
she said softly. "Don't bother…."
She then turned her gaze toward the road ahead.
"...We should get moving. The longer we stay here talking, the more suspicious people will become."
Kyle nodded.
"Yeah… makes sense."
The journey continued.
As time passed, the capital city slowly came into view.
When they finally entered, Kyle couldn't help but look around in amazement.
The place was enormous.
Dark stone buildings towered above the streets, decorated with strange carvings and symbols. The streets were busy, filled with all kinds of figures moving about.
Or rather…
Demons.
There were many different kinds.
Some had horns curling from their heads. Others had claws, glowing eyes, or beastlike features. A few looked almost animalistic, while others looked nearly human.
Just like Naoya.
Kyle's eyes wandered across the crowds.
'There are way more of them than I expected.'
The citizens whispered quietly among themselves as the procession moved through the streets.
Eventually, they arrived at the palace.
The structure was massive, its towering gates opening slowly as they approached. After several formal procedures and a long procession through the palace halls, Kyle was finally escorted to a set of private chambers.
When the door opened, he stopped in place.
"Wow…"
The room was huge.
At the center stood a massive bed covered in luxurious sheets. The furniture was elegant, the floors polished, and everything about the place screamed wealth and power.
Kyle let out a soft whistle.
"Damn… so this is how royalty lives."
Behind him stood the woman who had guided him there, one of the palace attendants.
"This will be your quarters for now," she said politely.
Kyle glanced back at her.
"No offense," he said casually, "but I thought husbands and wives usually shared a bed or something."
The attendant looked at him calmly.
"The Demon Queen hasn't accepted you as her husband."
Kyle blinked.
"...Wait. What?"
The woman continued without hesitation.
"To truly stand beside her, you must first prove that you are worthy."
She stepped toward the door.
"You should change your clothes. Her Majesty has been waiting to meet you."
Without another word, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Kyle stood there alone.
"Hm…"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"So that's how it is."
A small grin appeared on his face.
'Well… I'm not officially married to her yet.'
He stretched his arms lazily.
'For all I know, the Demon Queen could still be some hideous old hag.'
He chuckled to himself.
'If that's the case… maybe I can convince her I'm not the guy she wants.'
Kyle shook his head.
"Ah, whatever."
He exhaled slowly.
"The suspense is killing me. I just want to see what the Demon Queen actually looks like."
With that, he walked toward the bathroom attached to the chamber.
After washing up and cleaning himself, he removed his old clothes. Neatly placed on the bed were new garments prepared by the palace maids.
Kyle picked them up and changed into them.
The clothes were refined and surprisingly comfortable, fitting him perfectly.
Once he finished dressing, he adjusted the collar and glanced at himself again.
"Fantastic… very fantastic." Kyle murmured as he admired his reflection.
He adjusted the collar of the fine clothes the maids had prepared for him and ran a hand down the smooth fabric. The material clung perfectly to his frame, making him look far more refined than he felt.
'Not bad… I clean up pretty well.'
He gave himself one last approving look before turning toward the door.
When Kyle stepped outside, he was immediately greeted by a maid waiting patiently in the hallway.
She was a demon as well, though she looked almost entirely human. Her figure was full and eye-catching, her hips wide and her waist slim beneath the tight maid uniform she wore.
Kyle's eyes lingered for a second as the outfit instantly reminded him of his maid deepthroats adventures back home.
'Damn….I wish I had atleast fucked her before I got shipped off. I Know they'll probably be no system reward…but I'd love to taste that ass…well…when I come back, all those MILFs are gonna be mine…starting from this characters mum till my step brothers wife…every single one!.'
The thoughts briefly flashed across his mind before he quickly pushed it away.
The maid bowed politely.
"Your Highness …." she introduced herself softly.
Then she straightened and spoke again.
"Her Majesty has requested your presence."
Kyle nodded, his lips curling slightly.
"Alright," he said.
"Lead the way."
The maid turned without another word, and Kyle followed behind her as they walked through the long palace corridor.
As they moved, Kyle glanced ahead as the demon maid walked in front of him.
Her hips swayed gently with each step.
Kyle tried not to stare… but it was difficult.
'These demon maids are dangerous…'
He smirked slightly to himself before looking away.
Eventually, they arrived before a massive set of doors.
The maid stopped.
She turned toward him and bowed her head respectfully.
"This is where I leave you."
Then she stepped aside.
Without another word, she walked away, leaving Kyle standing alone before the enormous doors.
Kyle stared at them for a moment.
The doors were tall and heavy, carved with intricate symbols and ancient patterns.
'So this is it…'
He exhaled slowly.
'The door to the Demon Queen.'
Phew
He sighed as he shook his head, trying to affirm himself.
"Alright… enough of the suspense," he muttered.
'Let's just get this over with.'
Taking a deep breath, Kyle reached forward and pushed against the doors.
The heavy wood parted with a deep creak as the chamber beyond revealed itself little by little.
Warm light spilled through the opening as Kyle stepped forward.
'Here goes nothing.'
As he stepped in, his eyes lazily met her, and immediately, hope—or something like it—spiked inside him.
This… this was the Demon Queen. A being far better than he'd imagined. Far different from anything he'd dared picture.
She looked almost human, but every curve of her body screamed power and temptation. Her breasts—massive, heavy, begging to be touched—dominated his mind instantly.
'Oh my God… her tits are bigger than my fucking head,' he thought, chest tightening.
Her hips were wide, voluptuous, every curve calling to him, and her ass… fat, round, perfect. It made his dick ache just to look at it.
And yet, the softness of her body only made it worse—she was there, fully hers, wearing a gown that did nothing to hide her already protruding shape.
The sunlight poured over her, warm and golden, hitting every swell and slope of her form. She blinked slowly, turning her gaze to him, and the world seemed to shift. He could barely catch his breath.
He found himself blurting out, "Are you… are you the Demon Queen?"
She blinked at him, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks, and smiled nervously. "Yes… I am."
"You… you must be Kyle," she added softly, her voice almost trembling.
His heart pounded in his chest, his blood racing. He could feel the heat pooling low in his stomach, his mind spinning out of control.
'Oh my God… this woman… this is my wife?' he thought, a surge of need snapping through him.
'Holy fuck… I'm going to fuck the living hell out of her right here, right now.'
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