"Ah, ah, young lady, aren't you going to wait until your king wakes up before leaving?"
At the door of the Witch's House, Lucretia Zola leaned against the wall lazily and smiled at Erica.
"No, I won't wait. The king is fine for now, so I'll leave him in your care temporarily. I need to report this incident to the 'Copper-Black Cross' immediately. That way, I can return to the king's side sooner as his knight."
Though a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes, Erica still smoothed her golden hair and replied.
Although this witch seemed a bit unscrupulous, she was reliable in some ways. Erica firmly believed that although Sora was still asleep, very few could harm him.
"Hehe, isn't it also because you're the king's lover?"
With a strange curve at the corner of her mouth, the unscrupulous witch teased.
"Hmph, of course! But don't you dare do anything weird to the king while I'm gone!"
Blushing, Erica was a girl who dared to love and hate, and she didn't deny or hide it. She just snorted softly and gave Lucretia a warning look.
"Heh… now that you mention it, maybe I should do something to the boy later."
With a mischievous smile, the unscrupulous witch seemed genuinely tempted.
"You… hehe, if you're not afraid of things getting out of hand, I, the tolerant Erica Blandelli, won't mind."
"Arianna, let's go!"
At first, she was angry, but then the girl smiled brightly, called to her maid, and took the lead to get into the car.
"Yes, Lady Erica! Goodbye, Miss Zola."
The maid responded, saluted the unscrupulous witch, opened the car door, and smoothly took the driver's seat. With a roar, the car sped away.
"Yare yare, she really is a troublesome little girl!"
Watching Erica and the maid leave, Lucretia Zola's eyes flickered with a strange light. She lazily stretched her sore neck, twisted her sensuous slender waist, and went back inside.
…
"Eh… young man, no—now I should call you Demon King, right? Have you already recovered?"
Just after returning to the room, Zola saw Sora sitting upright on his sofa, drinking tea. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly smiled brightly and said.
"Ah, I recovered long ago. The power of Verethragna is very useful. As soon as I used the 'Ram' ability, my body's injuries healed immediately. Before, I was just letting my body adapt to the new power, so I was asleep."
Sora glanced at her, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, and explained calmly.
"Oh? No wonder you are the Demon King who can even slay gods."
"Then, may I ask, Demon King, what is your purpose? You didn't wake up earlier or later, but just as your knight left, you suddenly woke up. That seems a bit unusual!"
Sitting down next to Sora, Zola deliberately teased him with a mischievous smile, her arms draped over his shoulders, looking both seductive and enchanting.
"Hehe, my purpose? Naturally, it's you!"
A strange gleam flashed in Sora's eyes, and he smiled evilly as he continued:
"I remember someone once asked me to taste her body and even take responsibility for her. Do you think the Demon King would remain indifferent to such continuous teasing and provocation?"
Supporting the woman's chin with one hand, Sora did not hide his excitement and desire for this enchanting woman.
"Hehe, people say that modern Campione are all stubborn and uninterested in women, but it seems you, little Demon King, are quite different!"
"Little brother, do you really want to do 'that' with your sister?"
With a dazzling smile, the seductive witch sat directly on Sora's lap and gently blew warm breath into his ear.
"You little devil, you still dare to tease me now?! Fine, very fine. Soon, I'll make sure you won't even have the strength to scream for mercy!"
"I heard that real witches can use flying spells. If you want to escape, I can give you a chance. But if I catch you again, you'll have to despair and accept your fate!"
With a cold sneer, Sora glared fiercely at Zola.
This little devil reminded Sora of Martha from the world of Akame Ga Kill!, another woman who dared to tease him. For women like these, Sora had already figured out the best way to deal with them: no nonsense, just fight hard and thoroughly!
Since waking up, Sora felt his memories were again being sealed by the world's primal power. He had at most three days before he would revert to his former self. So he was determined to take down this witch before his memories were sealed again!
"Escape? Is there any escape for sister in front of you, little devil? I accept my fate, I accept it now!"
To Sora's surprise, Zola gave up the chance to escape and waved her hand carelessly, answering without a care.
"Although I like smart women, your lack of resistance makes me feel no sense of achievement!"
Twitching at the corner of his eye, Sora gritted his teeth at Zola's carefree attitude.
"Oh? So little devil, you like that kind of style? Okay, sister will satisfy you now!"
"Ah… no… help… let me go…"
Alright, seeing this little devil strike one seductive and desperate pose after another while writhing on him, Sora immediately got fired up. Without a word, he picked up Zola and headed to her room.
He hadn't eaten meat in eight years; today he decided to indulge! If his memories weren't sealed, he would have trained this little devil properly, but time was short, so he would just train her on the bed!
Not long after, the secluded witch's house echoed with the sound of clothes being torn, followed by the witch's loud cries.
The moans were both painful and pleasurable, continuously echoing through the witch's house like poetry, like a lament, endless and unceasing. Flowers blushed, birds hid their heads…
To Sora's surprise, this little devil was actually a first-timer. After some initial discomfort, she became extremely passionate, almost trying to turn the tables on him.
Thinking about it, Sora understood. He hadn't eaten meat for only a few years, but she had never eaten meat at all, so of course she was eager!
With that thought, Sora no longer hesitated and used all his skills to torment this unscrupulous witch until she was repeatedly dying and revived, filling the emptiness she had accumulated for years.
Looking at the woman beneath him, her seductive eyes now like silk and her body a mess, Sora nodded in satisfaction. His skills were still as good as ever!
This little devil dared to tease him; now she would bear the full brunt of his wrath! Until he was satisfied, this battle would not end!
Thus, with the witch's loud moan, a new round of battle began…