I sat on the edge of the oversized bed, the silk sheets cool against the back of my admittedly plump thighs.
I was wearing nothing but a set of black lace lingerie that I had used quite a lot in my time here in the Demonic Realm—a delicate, barely-there construction that felt more like a suggestion than clothing.
My fingers traced the edge of the mattress, my mind drifting through the events of the day, until a familiar, cynical voice echoed within the confines of my skull.
『 Honestly, Mesmer, I still find it fascinating that you're going through with this. Even if you know well that Lafarhul doesn't even have an Ego.
She's a ten out of ten in both looks and that stoic personality of her, but she isn't exactly providing you with any Ego essence. Meaning, this is just pure, unadulterated lust from the two of you. 』
She is my servant, Eli. A loyal, skilled, and incredibly powerful one who has tethered her very soul to mine.
