Three days later.
Her own room.
Yale felt she was nothing short of a flawless wife.
She held the basin, wrung the towel out hard, climbed onto the bed, and carefully straddled his chest, then began wiping down the man’s sleeping face that made her bones melt with longing.
Ugh, she thought it would just be cleaning up some small fry, but she almost lost herself in the process.
She led him into the room, trembling as she helped him remove his armor. The moment she saw it, Yale nearly fainted from shock.
Oh my, poor Prince! She had no idea what he’d been through, she just wanted to press his head against her chest and comfort him with all her might.
Looking closely, his entire body was covered in sword scars with faint golden traces, every single one cut deep enough to reveal bone.
Those were clearly traces of the Hero’s Holy Sword’s supreme sacred magic power, still constantly缠绕 and eroding, making even self-healing incredibly difficult. Otherwise, with the abilities of the Celestial Demon adults, how could they possibly be troubled by mere scars.
Not only that, the Prince’s eyes had also been gouged out, wounded by some unknown weapon. Yale looked, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably, barely managing to pry open the eyelids overflowing with blood, only to find cross-shaped knife wounds in the pupils. She bit her lip and couldn’t bear to look any longer.
For her right now, the most important thing had been destroyed, her heart was bleeding, and she wished she could transfer the pain onto herself. Although later… the Prince acted all relaxed and carefree.
Injured like that, yet the man was反而 misbehaving, “getting enlightened” at the exact moment he shouldn’t.
Yale had often been knocked around by wild boars and such during training before, so she’d picked up some needlework skills, which came in handy now. Even though Yale was worried sick like this, the Prince, he actually had the nerve to worry about his little wife and tough it out while she stitched up his wounds.
While squeezing hard… there was quite a bit of amplitude to it, she estimated it was that state of craving satisfaction even more than a succubus.
Even though as a succubus, as a perfect housewife, her figure was fuller than most female leads in manga, softer too, and slim where it should be, she still couldn’t get into that state while her parents were watching.
No choice, who told her she loved the Prince?
While enduring the man’s disturbances on one hand, on the other she was afraid his movements might tear his wounds, so she very proactively and shamefully shifted a little closer to his chest. Every stitch she sewed, she closed her eyes, her heart aching as if being sliced.
Finally, before the needle and thread in her hand could even be secured, another problem arose.
The Prince actually stood up on his own, lowered his head, radiating overwhelming pressure, looking like he was about to devour her.
“Yale’s mother, me?”
“I told you, of course not!”
His wounds were this severe! And… she hadn’t even mastered succubus techniques yet! That thing, Mom doesn’t usually use it either. If they did that, not only would the Prince’s injuries get worse, but she’d be in danger too!
“Okay, once you recover in a few days… no can do, Prince, but once you’re healed in a few days, then it’s alright.”
Mom refused like that, and Yale went along with her mood, angrily playing the strict wife for once, scolding him in a soft, coquettish tone.
After that, the man surprisingly became obedient, only… taking advantage, stealing a few kisses. Such a simple thing she craved herself, how could Yale possibly stop him.
Later, the Prince got sleepy, his body couldn’t hold out any longer, and his broad frame collapsed onto Yale’s soft body, the two of them tumbling down onto the slippery floor together.
Yale thought he’d croaked, and in her panic, she heard the man mumbling without missing a beat: “Miss Yale is so gentle…”
Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
What a troublesome idiot.
Back to the present.
Yale moved gently, wiping every corner of the Prince’s body.
Before long, the Prince’s beautiful eyes opened.
Not that it was surprising, since he’d woken up once yesterday, but he was too tired and went back to sleep.
This time when he woke, the first thing he saw was Yale, disguised as “Lady Angel.”
Mm… her expression was gentle to the extreme, her fingertips lightly pressed against her lips, her tearful eyes filled with nothing but affection for the man. Though she was just a lustful succubus, her heart was anything but simple.
Something like that was the gist of it. She leaned down, her eyes all misty, her slender arms tightly wrapping around the Prince’s neck, claiming him possessively.
After that, she couldn’t see what expression the man had, and Yale didn’t want to care, deliberately pressing herself tightly against his face, blocking his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe… hehe…
This was truly the high succubus technique, ah wait, no!
A romantic man like him, would he hate this? Yale suddenly remembered that the Prince seemed to really like pure love, liked cute girls, and then, the feeling of being saved.
“Hehe~~ Miss Yale, thank you. Your body is very soft, very warm, very cozy, I really like it. While I was asleep, was it you taking care of me?”
“Yes!”
Yale nodded hard, her cheeks flushing with joy.
For this moment of recognition, the girl had even blocked her mother’s worried knocks at the door. Hearing his words now, all her exhaustion melted into sweetness.
“Oh right, Prince, you haven’t eaten for so long, you must be starving, right?” Yale squinted her eyes into a lovely curve and said sweetly.
“I’m hungry.”
“Then I’ll go right now!”
Hearing that the Prince was hungry, that was no small matter. Yale quickly got off the man, didn’t even bother slipping on her slippers, rushed to the door, pushed it open, and shouted:
“Mom! Bring the porridge!”
Since the first day, the task of cooking porridge in the house every day had been Yale’s responsibility. Though she didn’t eat it herself, it was bland, and she cooked it rather thick and sticky, but what man, upon waking up, wouldn’t want the first bite to be porridge made by his cute wife’s own hands?
Mom had already been fed this morning, so she had some free time right now, washing dishes in the kitchen.
Hearing Yale’s voice, she quickly brought over a basin of porridge on a wooden tray, shuffling over slowly, with a few plates of sliced wild boar meat as side dishes beside it.
Everyone knew the Celestial Demon clan was powerful, but that didn’t mean they were so strong they could abstain from food and not need to eat. On the contrary, precisely because he was a sturdy, iron-boned man, his appetite was actually quite impressive, able to eat three times Yale’s amount in one sitting. So Yale had specially prepared extra porridge and meat, all made by herself.
“Oh~”
“Is this enough?”
“Should be… hehe.” Yale carefully took the tray.
“Seems like the Prince waking up has made Yale quite happy. Mm, Mom is too. Well then… you two have a good time, Mom won’t go in.”
“I am happy… but it’s not as much as you’re making it sound…”
“Mm hm.”
Mom’s expression was a bit comical.
Ever since a few days ago when she confirmed that the one her daughter had dragged back was truly the Celestial Demon Prince, she’d been all smiles.
Even now, every time she saw Yale bustling in and out, she’d grin cheerfully, and even the living room, which was usually never tidy, had been cleaned by her until it was spotless.
Dad was even more diligent.
To leave a good impression on his son-in-law, all the flashy, oddly-smelling clothes that usually hung on the coat rack were cleaned out completely, and the number of times he kept Mom company had decreased quite a bit.
He also thought there wasn’t much good food at home, so he’d head out before dawn to hunt wild game in the forest that you couldn’t find in the city.
However, even though Dad was like that, when he and Yale were alone together, the way he looked at his own daughter was still a bit strange, or… a bit unaccustomed?
At least that’s how Yale felt. Before, he used to always encourage her to date more boyfriends, saying at least she wouldn’t starve to death, but now that she’d actually brought one home, he just remembered that his daughter was actually his son.
Alright, Yale would comfort herself like this.
Gender and stuff, the succubus race, no matter who, shouldn’t care too much about it.
Right? Speaking of… wasn’t Mom a man before!?
“Prince~ open wide, ah—”
Yale sat by the bed, placing the steaming porridge on her lap, scooping it up with a wooden spoon, bringing it to her lips and blowing on it gently, then pressing it to the Prince’s lips.
Anticipation~
The man looked at her, threw off the covers and sat up, not eating directly, but instead bypassing the spoon pressed to his lips and her expectant gaze, and in the blink of an eye, planted a kiss on her cheek first.
“How mean~”
Yale covered her mouth shyly, her body going weak. The moment the spoon was about to drop, the man’s strong hand grabbed her wrist, saving it just in time.
“Ah~ sorry.”
“It’s fine. The first kiss of the morning should be Miss Yale’s morning kiss.”
“Ah… this… mm, that’s fine… if the Prince wants it, he can have it every day.”
Yale stammered in response, already too flustered to think straight, her tail wagging happily side to side. While her vision blurred, the Prince before her didn’t forget to lift her wrist and bite down on the food in the spoon.
“How… how does it taste?” Yale looked up with tearful eyes.
“Awful.”
“Wuwuwu…”
“But if it’s Miss Yale… it doesn’t matter how much there is, I can grit my teeth and eat it all.”
Love it!
In the end, it’s still awful, isn’t it?!
Ugh! These past few days, where in the world did the Prince learn to say such sweet words? It just feels… a little off.