Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The setting sun slowly disappeared behind the mountains.

In the past, nights had always been peaceful and something to look forward to.

But now, for Timothy, things were completely different.

As the daylight gradually faded, his anxiety grew.

He could clearly see the faint glow of candlelight coming from the direction of the bedchamber.

Through the thin paper windows, he could just make out a graceful silhouette swaying in the candlelight, her movements as fluid as a flower dancing in the breeze.

That figure, once so elegant and captivating, now filled Timothy with dread.

After all, his body still hadn't fully recovered!

The Dragon's Roar Virility Pill, a powerful seventh-tier elixir, had an incredibly potent effect.

But even that wasn't enough to help Timothy completely bounce back.

Last night had been wonderful, sure, but it had nearly cost him half his life!

Beautiful women are trouble, beautiful women are trouble.

Timothy finally understood why they say the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she can be.

No wonder people joke that married men are always hiding from their wives.

Even though they weren't officially married yet, after last night…

The goddess who used to blush just from a kiss was now looking at him like a wolf eyeing a helpless lamb.

Just thinking about it sent a chill down his spine.

One night of fun, and now I'm paying for it.

At this moment, Timothy was filled with regret.

Why did he have to use the Same Old Trick yesterday, pretending to be all confident and capable?

Worse yet, after teasing and messing with Goddess Sylvia, he had the nerve to taunt her afterward.

That was basically digging his own grave!

If he had known better, he would've resisted the temptation and waited until he reached the Holy Emperor level—strong enough to hold his own against her—before stepping foot in the bedchamber!

But then again, Timothy sighed helplessly. Faced with Sylvia, who looked like a celestial being descended from the heavens last night, who could've resisted?

An hour later, the sky had fully darkened.

Timothy, wandering aimlessly around Sky Sanctuary, unsure of what to do, suddenly turned around and realized that a familiar figure had silently appeared behind him.

Bathed in moonlight, her flawless silhouette looked like a painting of a goddess, so beautiful it was almost unreal.

But on that breathtaking face, there was a faint blush.

"Ahem, w-what are you doing here, honey?" Timothy coughed awkwardly, trying to play it cool.

He hadn't expected the long night to catch up with him so soon.

"Of course I'm looking for you. It's so late, why are you still wandering around?" Sylvia looked at him with a hint of playful annoyance.

"Oh, nothing much, just out for some fresh air. Haha, who would've thought I'd run into something even more beautiful than the stars and moon tonight? You look absolutely stunning, honey. But it's getting late, and you're not wearing much—don't catch a cold. You should head back to the bedchamber. I'll, uh, head back first.

Goodnight, honey."

With that, Timothy quickly turned around, ready to make his escape.

Before Timothy could take more than two steps, he suddenly felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

Turning around, he saw a smooth, jade-like hand holding him back.

Sylvia's eyes were soft yet intense, a mix of dissatisfaction and shyness. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh… back to sleep," Timothy replied awkwardly.

"And what about the promise you made me?"

"Promise? What promise? I don't remember anything like that, haha," Timothy said, feigning ignorance, hoping to make a quick escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, his sleeve was firmly held in place, and he couldn't move an inch.

"You promised you'd sleep in the bedchamber tonight. Are you really going to break your word?" Sylvia's cheeks puffed out slightly, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Though she was trying to regain her dignity from the previous night, having to say something like this—especially as a goddess—was beyond mortifying.

More than that, her mind was a complete mess. Even Sylvia herself wasn't sure if she wanted to settle the score with Timothy or if she wanted… something else.

Guilt, self-consciousness, and an overwhelming sense of shyness filled her heart.

Under the moonlight, her eyes shimmered with a soft, pleading look. Her cheeks were slightly puffed, tinged with a delicate blush.

There was a mix of frustration and embarrassment in her expression, but also a hint of regret and vulnerability.

The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, making her flawless skin appear even more radiant, so beautiful it was almost unreal.

Timothy coughed awkwardly, but deep inside, a sense of responsibility surged within him.

Faced with such a delicate and vulnerable goddess, how could anyone possibly refuse?

A man can't admit defeat, especially not now!

Even if it meant pushing his body to the limit, Timothy wasn't going to back down.

Tonight, he would stand by his goddess wife, no matter what!

"I almost forgot about that. Good thing you reminded me just in time. Let's go, honey!" Timothy smiled, walking confidently toward the bedchamber.

"Hmph, I knew you weren't serious," Sylvia huffed, but despite her words, a faint, enchanting smile crept onto her lips.
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Under the bright moonlight, her pure, lotus-like figure leaned gently against Timothy.

Her soft, delicate body felt like a cloud, light and warm.

Thankfully, the night was quiet, and no one was around to witness this scene.

Otherwise, no one would believe that this cold, ethereal beauty, with her graceful and alluring figure, was actually a goddess.

Creak.

The door to the bedchamber opened.

Whoosh.

The candle flames were blown out with a single breath.

Thud.

Timothy was pushed onto the bed.

"Mmm~"

A soft sound echoed in the night, carrying a mix of allure and intoxication.

"That… that was just an accident…"

But soon enough, Timothy collapsed.

How quickly did he fall?

So fast that even a shooting star streaking across the night sky seemed to carry a hint of amusement.

This was the same man who had once crossed realms to slay the Holy Emperor Thunderflame, shocking the world.

He had, in a single year, reached the Ocean's Gate, awakened the Enlightenment Body, and even tamed the Ocean Dragon King Azura as his pet, causing an uproar across the land.

He had ascended to the rank of an eighth-tier alchemist, rewriting the history of alchemy by crafting the first eighth-tier elixir in millennia, earning the reverence of alchemists everywhere.

He had once used the heavens as his furnace, all living beings as his materials, and the goddess's divine blood as fuel to incinerate the corpse of an Ascension Phase cultivator, foiling a century-old plot by three Holy Emperors.

But tonight, in the dead of night, before the goddess…

He had lost all his dignity.