Asmodeus staggered on the spot, a cold chill spreading through his body. He pressed against his temples, unable to remove her lingering voice and the word ''traitor'' from his mind.

    "I''m not a traitor..." His voice cracked, but his throat felt tight.

    No matter what he said, nobody could deny or affirm his words because he stood alone, surrounded by dozens of dead knights.

    "Master!" A sudden unrestrained shout entered his ears before a soft body leapt into his chest, spreading her warmth as she clung to him almost desperately.

    Needless to say, it was his precious Sariel.

    "I-I heard your cries...a-and then I got scared." She mumbled. "That strange woman...w-what happened?" Sariel''s pink hair brushed against his cheeks as she shook her head, gazing around at the surroundings.

    Sariel appeared disorientated and confused; like waking up from a dream, only for everything to be different.

    But no matter how she felt, it did little to distract Asmodeus from the soft squishy sensation pressing against his bare skin—because the abominations'' magic shredded his upper clothes.

    "Calm down, it''s fine, everything is fine, Sariel."

    Asmodeus gazed at the damaged wall, the fallen knights and people who fought to defend it now silent, while Alan stood atop a field bathed in the blood of goblins and orcs.

    His face appeared dull, a sense of defeat appeared with his bitter, grimacing face.

    ''Why does Alan look so frustrated?''

    They won. So why did he appear dejected?

    "Asmodeus, that woman were you tempted?" A sweet voice distracted his attention, pulling his focus to the blue succubus clinging to him. Sariel''s eyes narrowed into crescents as she smiled, but it soon faltered when their eyes met.

    "Wha..." Asmodeus trailed off. His eyes widened, and he felt a lump catch in his throat.

    The image of the black-haired beauty flashed, overlapping with the succubus, before returning to normal a moment later—leaving him confused.

    "Why do you make that face?" She asked innocently.

    "It''s nothing Sariel... I''m just feeling exhausted suddenly," he said, releasing his hold around her waist.

    "Why are you both flirting alone, come help clearing the bodies!" Asmodea''s crimson hair shone like a desert flower amid an oasis. The surrounding air seemed to warp with a sweet scent, a soothing fragrance that calmed his nerves, causing Asmodeus'' clenched fists to relax.

    "Why should we help~? I want to hug master!" Sariel responded with a cheeky quip. Asmodea''s eyes narrowed before flicking to Asmodeus, a smirk painted on her beautiful lips.

    "Asmodeus, do you feel the same?"

    "I''ll help clean up, don''t worry."

    "Tsk!" A quick click of the tongue resounded through his ears.

    Asmodeus didn''t bother looking at Sariel''s expression and simply walked forward, the soft body leaving him as his body became cold once more. Even when stepping on the field of battle, he could only stare at the splattered remains of the dead knights who died fighting for this world.

    A small frown crossed his face.

    ''What''s wrong with me?''

    Despite being a demon, in the past he would still have a sense of loss seeing humans dying to monsters, or fighting against demons. But now, why did he suddenly feel nothing? Or perhaps those emotions were slowly fading away?

    Asmodea observed the couple.

    At first, her eyes narrowed, a burning rage building within her chest, but seeing her beloved''s face and his expression, those feelings transformed into concern, worry, and tenderness.

    "Asmodeus seems odd. There must have been something during the battle." She closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing all her focus to centralise, concentrating on everything she saw and heard from start to finish, pinpointing an issue.

    "It can''t be that abomination again, right?" Her teeth grit tightly. "If you dare to lay a hand on him. I will kill you myself next time, wretch."

    Hours after the battle ended, the sound of knights digging pits to burn the bodies and repair the walls echoed, while the sky became dark, and night approached them.

    The dull creak of wood breaking resounded across the neat and quiet room as Asmodeus fell to his bed with a long sigh.

    Because of the sudden battle, the timing to return home vanished. Now in his room, he gazed at the dull ceiling, small cracks forming in the walls.

    "Master, I am here. Don''t be so sad."

    Sariel wore a black, silken A-line dress, which she bought during her time in the beast kingdom.

    The dress had small runes sewn into the left side and a deep slit on the right side, revealing her meaty blue thighs that jiggled slightly with each step.

    Although seeing such an alluring sight, and a brief flash of her pelvic tattoo awoke his lust, soon the weight of his melancholy drowned the previous desire to push her down.

    "Are you here to give me that massage?" He chuckled, believing her words to have been a joke to soothe his weak mind.

    She covered her lips with her hand before snapping her fingertips as a bottle of pink lotion appeared in her hand. The next moment, her golden eyes narrowed. "Mhm~ let''s start, master."

    ''Wait! She wasn''t joking?''

    A chill ran down Asmodeus'' spine as she approached and leaned forward, her dress lowering enough for him to glimpse her ample cleavage. The exotic sight of her plump blue breasts, something different as the extinguished embers in his abdomen flickered to life.

    "M-maybe I sho-"

    Her sweet fragrance entered his nose, relaxing all his muscles. Asmodeus attempted to sit up, but was quickly stopped by a gentle force pushing against his back.

    With skilled hands, Sariel''s fingertips slipped across his chest, then removed his upper robe, and belt, stripping away every layer of clothes until he laid on the bed in nothing.

    "I''ll start with a full-body oil massage, master." A sweet hum leaving her lips like a song.

    Before Asmodeus could say anything else, her hands brushed over his chest, warm and soft against his skin, as she rolled him onto his face, and then straddled his back, the warmth of her bare body pressing against his back.

    ''Damn...''

    The recent tryst with Yuina, Yumiko and Erika causing his nerves and sense to be focused on the warmth of her things, and what lingered between them, now squished against his back, the damp heat driving him insane.

    Sariel''s throat swallowed a choked sigh before the slimy sound of her lotion echoed in the dark room, breaking the silence with an unrestrained whisper.

    "I''m going to start now, Master. Try to endure it~ fufu."

    Squish!

    The moment her hands touched his back, he couldn''t help but release a hushed grunt.

    "Master~ you made such a cute noise, this is so fun!"

    Without caring for his embarrassment, Sariel continued the exclusive succubus massage, easing out the kinks and taut muscles in his back. Her eyes focused on nothing but him as he closed his eyes, and for the first time forgot about the strange woman.