Chapter 1

In the courtyard, moonlight streamed silently across the bluestone path, casting a chilling shadow. Several crabapple trees swayed in the wind, their petals trembling in the breeze before falling silently to the ground, like a silent memorial.

　　Caroline stood alone in this quiet retreat, dressed in a long, flowing white dress embroidered with a few lavender orchids along the edge, understated yet elegant. Her tall figure stood as straight as a pine orchid, her voluptuous curves faintly visible in the moonlight, emanating a holy and noble aura. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, her eyes twinkling like cold stars, her lips as red as cherry blossoms, her teeth as white as jade, and a touch of cinnabar between her brows added a touch of allure, yet maintained a dignified air. Her stunning face, in the night, seemed even more poignant, like a fairy stepped from a painting, stained with melancholy by the sufferings of this world.

She was a saintly maiden who had defected from the demon race. Her stunning beauty had once eloped with the human swordsman Bryan , giving birth to her half-brother, Albert . Now, she could only watch over her son, who could never see the light of day, in this secluded courtyard. She sighed softly, her voice like the wind rustling through pine trees, deep and lingering, as if she were telling a mournful song unknown to anyone. Her cold eyes gazed into the distance, revealing an endless sense of forbearance and loneliness.

　　Caroline turned around, her eyes fixed on the tightly closed wooden door not far away. Her face was filled with worry, the corners of her lips drooping slightly, as if she had thousands of words stuck in her throat.

“ Albert , what are you going to do...”

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz, trembling slightly, like a candle about to go out in the wind. Before she finished speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the room - the sharp sound of a porcelain basin falling to the ground, followed by a maid’s scream that pierced the silence of the night:

“Ah! Master, don’t...”

The voice was sharp and frantic, then abruptly stopped, as if something was strangling his throat, leaving only a few soft sobs. Caroline closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a flicker of helplessness and fatigue in her eyes. She knew her son was still the same, and no one but her could get close. The frenzied animal blood churned within him, and for over a decade , he had never had a moment of peace. She took a deep breath, her fingertips gently stroking the scattered hair on her temples, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single copper lamp flickering its weak flame, casting mottled shadows against the wall. The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, tinged with a faint fishy odor.

　　Albert lay on a large wooden bed, his body twisted into a strange, almost inhuman shape. His face resembled a wolf’s head, his long, pointed ears twitching slightly, covered in a dense layer of fur. His nose was high and sharp, like a beast’s, and his nostrils flared, emitting a thick, hot breath. His forehead was covered with a thick, tangled mass of hair, a mixture of black and gray, obscuring half his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils as thin as needles, revealing a feral, fierce glint.

A pair of rudimentary wings sprouted from his back, resembling the remains of a bat’s limbs, their membranes torn and jagged, with veins coiling around them like a dragon’s. His limbs were short and misshapen, curled at his sides. His nails were sharp as hooks, gleaming with a faint, cold glow. His skin was covered in a thick, rough coat of hair, as rough as sand, prickly and cold to the touch.

The only thing that stood out was the cock beneath his hips. It was incredibly thick, as thick as an adult’s arm, crimson and purple, veins bulging, and the tip was slightly oozing with a sticky fluid that exuded a strong, fishy stench. He felt like a trapped little monster, unable to move, supported only by the bed. Over a decade of bedridden illness had left him emaciated, yet his hair was incredibly lush, covering his entire body like a wild animal. A low growl erupted from his throat, a mix of pain and longing. Anxiety surged through him, and he clutched the sheets with both hands, his nails digging deep into them, leaving a series of harsh, ripping sounds.

Albert ‘s restlessness subsided slightly when he saw his mother come in. His scarlet eyes turned to her, pupils slightly constricted, revealing a hint of dependence. Caroline glanced around the room. The porcelain basin used for the bath had fallen to the floor, broken pieces scattered everywhere, and water had flowed across half the room, soaking the carpet beside the bed.

The maid had already turned pale with fear, and huddled in a corner with her head down, trembling.

She sighed softly, walked forward, bent down to pick up a towel, her fingertips touched the cold water stains, and whispered: “You all go down, I’ll do it.” Her voice was as gentle as water, with endless pity, but also revealed a hint of unquestionable majesty.

The maids nodded, almost tripping over each other in their panic, and hurried out of the house. The door creaked shut, leaving only mother and son in the room.

　　Caroline dampened a towel with water and gently wiped Albert ‘s body, starting from his hairy chest. The towel slid across his rough skin, creating a subtle rustling sound. Her movements were gentle and practiced, her fingers occasionally touching his deformed limbs, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she did not stop. As the towel dragged, he gradually relaxed, a low murmur emanating from his throat, his scarlet eyes half-closed, and a look of comfort on his face. Although his appearance was strange, in his mother’s eyes, he revealed a childlike innocence, as if he were still the baby crying for food in his cradle.

However, this moment of peace didn’t last long. Albert ‘s breathing quickened, his chest heaving violently, and a fine layer of sweat formed on his furry skin. He thrust his head forward, licking his mother’s neck with his wolf-like mouth. His hot, wet tongue, with its rough touch, greedily slid across her fair, jade-like skin, leaving behind a trail of wet marks.

He arched his body, trying to move closer to her chest, his movements clumsy and eager, driven entirely by instinct and utterly irrational. Caroline’s expression froze, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, a mixture of helplessness and a hint of strange struggle.

　　Caroline looked down at her son, her eyes soft and yet filled with sadness. After a moment’s hesitation, she finally pulled down her skirt, revealing a pair of firm, full breasts. Her areolas were a delicate pink, and her nipples were slightly raised, exuding the alluring aura of a mature woman, gleaming softly in the dim light. Albert ‘s eyes suddenly lit up, and a low growl of excitement escaped his throat. He immediately leaned forward, opened his mouth, and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily.

His tongue licked roughly, his teeth occasionally biting lightly, making a “chi chi” sound, and a few drops of saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, sliding down his mother’s chest. He looked frantic and out of control. He sucked harder and harder, and the nipple was slightly red and swollen from his sucking. The skin around it was slightly flushed and wet.

Through the monster’s shell, Caroline saw the baby who had once slept peacefully in her arms. She reached out and gently stroked his body, her fingertips sliding over the deformed wings and touching the skin beneath his fur. She sighed softly:

“ Albert , I have never regretted my mother’s willful decision to marry your father. He is the best man in the world. His swordsmanship is as dazzling as the stars, and his gentleness is like a spring breeze. Although our love is not tolerated by the world, it is the most precious memory of my life.”

Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes reddened, tears welling up in them. “It’s just... I never thought that the mingling of the human and demon bloodlines would cause you to suffer such bitter consequences. This body, this endless torture, is all mother’s fault. If I hadn’t insisted on doing it my way, you should have grown up like a normal person, running in the sunshine, instead of being trapped in this bed, suffering.”

Her palm gently caressed her son’s back, her fingertips sliding along the edge of the broken wings, as if soothing a wounded animal, but her heart was filled with self-blame and pain. She bit her lower lip, her nails digging into her palm, and fought back the tears.

　　Albert couldn’t understand his mother’s words. His mind had long been devoured by the animal’s blood, leaving only instinctive desire to drive him. He licked his mother’s full nipples with increasing urgency, a low growl emanating from his throat, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, onto her fair chest. His thick cock was already hard and burning, its tip a brilliant purple-red, its veins bulging like a knot. The mucus it exuded dripped onto the bedsheets, leaving a wet stain and emitting a strong fishy smell.

“No matter what, mother will restore you to normal, no matter the cost.” Caroline ‘s tone was firm, tinged with resoluteness. She knew she had no other choice for her son. Even if it meant returning to the demon clan and facing a horrible fate, she had to secure a glimmer of hope for him. She closed her eyes, the cold sneer of Demon Lord Larry and the eerie flicker of the Blood Soul Pill resurfacing in her mind. She knew the pill might restore her son’s body, but the price would be unbearable humiliation for her: becoming a demon clan saint, Larry ‘s plaything.

At this point, Albert ‘s excitement reached its peak. He jerked his head up, attempting to lick his mother’s lips. His wolf-like face leaned in incredibly close, crimson eyes filled with fervor. His breath, heavy and pungent, smote her face, carrying a fishy, ​​hot, and moist scent. His tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lips, leaving a sticky trail. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, his expression ferocious and eager, completely driven by desire. His cock rubbed against his mother’s body, the tip brushing against her soft belly and tracing across her slender thighs, leaving a wet, hot trail. The hard, burning cock pressed against her, veins throbbing, as if ready to explode.

　　Caroline shuddered slightly, her brow furrowed, a flicker of pain in her eyes, but she didn’t push him away. She reached out, pressed her hand against his shoulder, and whispered, “ Albert , don’t worry. Mother is here.” Her voice was still gentle and soothing, but there was an indescribable sadness hidden in it. She knew her son’s current state was beyond human control. The boiling animal blood had transformed him into a monster driven by desire, and as a mother, she could only use her body to calm her son’s restlessness.

Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, falling upon the mother and son, creating an eerie yet tender scene. Caroline ‘s plain skirt was half-open, revealing her towering breasts, slightly swollen from her son’s sucking. Her nipples stood erect, wet and damp, the skin around them a faint flush. Her long hair flowed like ink, her eyes radiating purity, her gaze gentle yet resolute. Her fingers gently stroked Albert’s tangled fur, their fingertips weaving between his pointed wolf ears, their touch cold and rough.

“ Albert , I’m sorry...” Her voice was low and trembling, filled with endless self-blame. “I’d do anything for you, but this is the last time. I won’t be by your side anymore. You must be strong and become a man like your father.” Her tears flowed like beads from a broken string, dripping onto her son’s chest, sliding down his hair, and reflecting the faint moonlight. She knew he might not understand her words, but she said them anyway, as if to herself, a final statement.

“For you to survive, mother had no choice.” She paused, a trace of pain and humiliation flashing in her eyes. “In order to obtain the Blood Soul Pill, mother agreed to return to the demon clan. Because the pill can rebuild your body and free you from this monstrous appearance.”

Her fingers tightened slightly, her nails digging into her palms, oozing a few drops of bright red blood. “The demons have sent people here. Tonight, they want to take me back to the Demon Realm. I will wear the black and red gauze robe again and become their saint...”

“ Albert , this is the last thing your mother can do for you. From now on, you have to go on on your own, and your mother can only protect you in secret.” Caroline lowered her head and gently rested her forehead on Albert ‘s forehead. Tears dripped onto his wolf-head face. She looked into his scarlet eyes, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart.

Slowly leaning forward, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering half her face. She opened her dress, revealing her incredibly white, beautiful breasts, seemingly overflowing with fullness. Her areolas were a pale pink like cherry blossoms, and her nipples were perky and pearly, glistening in the moonlight. Her breasts were enormous and white, like two holy snow-capped mountains. Her skin was so delicate, without a single blemish, and their gentle trembling gave off the alluring aura of a mature woman.

She lowered her head, her red lips close to the incredibly thick cock between Albert’s legs. It was a bright purple-red, veins coiled like a dragon’s, and the tip was oozing with sticky fluid, emitting a strong fishy odor. She hesitated for a moment, a flicker of helplessness in her eyes, then closed her eyes, extended the soft tip of her tongue, and gently licked the tip.

The fishy, ​​hot sensation made her frown slightly, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she opened her cherry lips and took the thick cock into her mouth. Her movements were gentle and delicate, her tongue swirling around the tip, licking the bulging veins, her hot, moist mouth enveloping it, making a soft “tsk tsk” sound. Her beauty and purity intertwined in this moment. Her stunning face crouched at her son’s crotch, her long eyelashes drooping, her brows stained like blood, her lips slightly deformed from being stretched, a trace of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth. Her appearance was both pure and voluptuous.

　　Albert let out a low growl from his throat, his scarlet eyes widening with wild excitement. Though his body was monstrous, with short limbs and a stump of wings on his back, his cock was hard and hot, throbbing in his mother’s mouth. Caroline ‘s tongue was delicate and tender. She scraped the edges of the cock with the tip of her tongue, sliding slowly along the veins, occasionally swallowing deeply, taking the thick tip into her throat, her throat contracting slightly and letting out a low whimper. Her snow-white breasts swayed gently with her movements, her nipples rubbing against the sheets, leaving a faint red mark, and the full curve of her breasts looked even more alluring in the dim light.

She would occasionally look up, gazing at her son tenderly, her eyes filled with maternal love. However, the sight of her mouth holding a penis would surely be considered lascivious if seen by outsiders. She completely disregarded her noble status, wanting only to use her body to soothe his restless animal blood for the last time.

As she licked, Albert ‘s breathing quickened, his chest heaving violently, beads of sweat forming beneath his hairy skin. His cock swelled to its fullest in his mother’s mouth, the tip swelling to the point of bursting, veins throbbing even more violently. Caroline noticed his change and quickened her pace, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her mouth tightening, a soft swallowing sound emanating from deep in her throat. Her long hair lay disheveled, plastered to her cheeks, damp with sweat. Her white breasts swayed even more violently, her nipples erect like pearls, emitting a strong, feminine scent.

Finally, Albert let out a low growl, his body shuddering violently. His purple-red cock throbbed violently in his mother’s mouth, and a stream of thick, hot semen gushed out, shooting straight into the depths of her throat. The semen was astonishing, the stench was pungent, and it was as thick as pulp. It instantly filled her mouth, trickling down the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her snow-white chest, forming streaks of white liquid.

　　Caroline’s mouth was filled with semen, her lips parted slightly as semen spilled from the corners of her mouth, forming a thin white thread that flowed down her chin and onto her breasts. Her incredibly full breasts were smeared with white fluid, and the sticky liquid flowed between her cleavage, glistening voluptuously in the moonlight. Her expression was helpless and sorrowful, her eyelashes drooping as tears mixed with semen flowed down her cheeks, a look of poignant beauty and moving beauty.

If anyone else had seen this scene, they would have considered her utterly lewd-the world’s most beautiful woman, her mouth filled with white semen, sticky liquid dangling from the corners of her mouth, her breasts stained with fishy, ​​stinking fluid. But in her heart, all this was a sweet pleasure. The semen was fishy and smelly, almost nauseatingly strong, but because it came from her son, she felt no resentment.

Afraid that not swallowing it all would make Albert furious, Caroline forced herself to swallow the hot semen mouthful by mouthful, swallowing it down despite the discomfort in her throat. Her throat rolled, making a soft gurgling sound as her tongue carefully licked the white liquid that remained at the corners of her mouth, even reaching into her mouth to clean it up. She even gently licked away the remaining liquid on the tip of the penis, her movements delicate and tender.

　　Albert panted heavily, his crimson eyes half-lidded, a look of satisfaction on his face. His wolf-like face remained ferocious, his fur matted, the stump of wings on his back twitching slightly, yet in this unconscious state, he had filled the mouth of the world’s most beautiful woman with his thick sperm. The contrast was shocking-a mindless, beastly monster could leave his holy and noble mother with sticky white fluid hanging from her mouth and her breasts stained with his traces.

　　Caroline slowly rose and adjusted her dress. Her white breasts were now covered, but the wetness on her chest was still noticeable. She gently leaned down, her bare hands caressing the thin yet somewhat ferocious boy on the bed. In the dim candlelight, her eyes gleamed like cold stars, and the cinnabar red between her brows was glaring, adding a touch of melancholy to her beautiful face. She carefully pulled the quilt over Albert ‘s shoulders, her fingertips trembling slightly. The plain dress swayed slightly on her tall, voluptuous figure, revealing her perky breasts and the curve of her hips, outlined softly and seductively in the candlelight.

“ Albert , go to sleep...” The voice was as gentle as water, but it contained a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

Outside, heavy footsteps shattered the night’s silence. The demon general, James , pushed open the door and entered, a lewd smile on his rugged features. In his hand, he held a glowing, blood-red elixir, like a beating heart, emitting a rich demonic aura.

“ Your Highness, this is the Blood Soul Pill bestowed by the Lord. It is a precious treasure of heaven that can rebuild the remains of this little beast.”

　　James ‘ voice was low and gruff, but his eyes roamed unrestrainedly over Caroline , from her slender legs to her half-exposed chest. His throat churned with desire. Caroline glanced at him coldly, then took the pill. When her fingertips touched the Blood Soul Pill, she felt a surge of fiery magical energy rushing through her heart. She knew this was the bargain offered by Demon Lord Larry : in exchange for the pill to save her son, she would return to the demon clan and become the beloved demon saint once again .

The Blood Soul Pill, a treasured treasure of the demon clan, dates back to the ancient collapse of the Demon Abyss. Back then, the Demon Sage used ninety-nine dragon veins as a furnace, gathering the Blood Soul Grass, nurtured for millennia deep within the Demon Abyss, as its main ingredient, supplemented with the essence and blood of countless rare demonic beasts. This process took centuries to refine. Each furnace consumed half the Sage Master’s cultivation, sometimes even risking his own life. Therefore, this elixir is extremely rare, found only deep within the Demon Temple, specifically to reshape the remains of the demon clan’s most powerful prodigies. It can reverse bloodline conflicts, repair congenital deformities, and even grant the user enhanced magical potential.

Legend has it that a Blood Soul Pill once restored wings to a broken-armed demon general, dramatically increasing his combat power. Now, this pill has fallen into Caroline’s hands, determined to save her half-human, half-beast son, but at the cost of her lifelong freedom.

　　Caroline ‘s defection stems from her time as a demon saint . Back then, she was the chosen fiancée of Demon Lord Larry , a saintly and noble woman whose moon-shadow illusions were unrivaled among the demons. However, she possessed a strong will and refused to succumb to Larry ‘s tyrannical control. During a border conflict between demons and humans, she was dispatched to the battlefield, where she was accidentally injured and fell into human territory.

A passing human swordsman, Bryan , rescued her. Back then, Bryan was handsome and rugged, his brows etched into his temples, his eyes gleaming with warmth. He, regardless of her demonic identity, hid her in a cave, caring for her day and night. As they spent their days together, Caroline was moved by his deep affection and perseverance, and gradually fell in love. One moonlit night, he played sword and sang for her, and she, using moonlight illusions to connect with him, connected their hearts and decided to marry him. She abandoned her status as a saint and followed him, fleeing the demonic realm and living in seclusion in the mountains.

Life after her defection was bitter yet sweet. Bryan practiced swordplay daily, while she studied human medicine, supporting each other through thick and thin. Soon, she became pregnant with Albert , but the pregnancy proved difficult. Due to the conflict between her human and demonic bloodlines, she fainted several times and nearly died. Bryan guarded her tirelessly, exhausting his skills and using his sword will to protect her. When the child was born, he was deformed, bloodthirsty, and his bestial nature was uncontrollable. Only she could get close. Looking at the half-human, half-beast baby in its cradle, her heart ached, yet she felt an immense love for him. She vowed to keep him alive, no matter the cost.

At this moment, Caroline came back to her senses and stared at the Blood Soul Pill in her hand, a look of determination flashing across her eyes.

“You wait outside the door. If you dare to peek, I will kill you without a burial place.” Caroline ‘s tone was as powerful as if she was looking down on the world from the top of a mountain.

The demon general retreated in embarrassment. Caroline closed the door and walked to her son.

She placed the pill in her mouth, chewing it gently with her teeth, the bitter liquid spreading across her tongue. She leaned down, getting close to Albert ‘s pale, sinister face. He had no teeth yet, so he relied on his mother to chew and feed him food.

　　Caroline parted her red lips, her tongue wrapped around the crushed cum, and slowly slid into his mouth. Albert , sensing something, instinctively opened his mouth and took her tongue in. In that instant, his breathing became heavy, and with an animalistic growl, he sucked on the tip of her tongue tightly, as if wanting to devour her whole.

　　Caroline didn’t resist. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his, gently nuzzling him as she’d done when they were little. Her tongue glided delicately through his mouth, the Blood Soul Pill’s liquid flowing through her saliva and down his throat, carrying a faint fragrance. His lips were rough and hot, brimming with a primal, wild quality. He even bit her tongue as he sucked, drawing a soft moan from her.

The voice was soft and gentle, yet it seemed to ignite the dormant animal blood within Albert . His hands unconsciously clutched the quilt, and the deformed penis beneath him suddenly became erect again, forming a terrifying arc against the thin blanket. At that moment, his eyes, though devoid of intelligence, were filled with attachment and longing for his mother, as if she were his only salvation.

　　Caroline ‘s stunningly beautiful face, brows like distant black, eyes like cold stars, a mist of sorrow shrouding her, only accentuating her purity and poignant beauty. Under the candlelight, her lips, stained crimson by her son’s sucking, a trickle of crystalline saliva trickled down her jaw onto the quilt. Her beauty was breathtaking, and even James , peeping from outside, felt his throat tighten and his cock ache.

　　Albert , though unconscious, was instinctively aroused by his mother’s beauty, his animal desires surging. He growled and suddenly intensified his sucking, his tongue clumsily yet powerfully entwining with hers, seeking more. His breathing was rapid, accompanied by a low growl, like a young animal tamed by its mother but unable to restrain itself.

　　Caroline sighed softly, a wave of maternal love welling up in her heart. She ignored his roughness, letting him suck on her tongue, even taking the initiative to push her tongue deep into his mouth, gently entwining it with his. In that moment, the intimacy between mother and child transcended all moral norms, carrying a taboo of excitement.

She could feel the heat of her son’s mouth, the animalistic impulse dancing on her tongue, yet also mingled with his dependence on her. She gently caressed the roof of his mouth with the tip of her tongue, teasing the corners of his lips until he whimpered with satisfaction. She slowly withdrew her tongue, a silvery strand of saliva spreading between her lips, breaking off and landing on the corner of his mouth. She whispered, “ Albert , don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side...” Her voice was so soft it could drip with water, but it couldn’t hide the sadness in her eyes.

　　Albert seemed to understand, his eyes hazy, but he stared at his mother’s face. His hand instinctively reached out to grasp her soft breast, but she gently pushed it back into the quilt. She chuckled softly and leaned over to kiss his forehead. The cinnabar on his forehead matched the blood lines on his forehead.

“ Albert , you have to live and wait for your mother to come back...”

　　Caroline held back her tears and pushed open the door. The demon general had been waiting there for a long time.

“You lead the way.” Caroline said lightly, the tears in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only the cold and aloof look.

“As you command. Your Highness, the Lord has prepared the carriage. Please follow me.” Although the voice was respectful, it could not hide the obscene desire.

But he dared not flinch from the outward appearance of courtesy. The demon clan’s hierarchy was strict; anyone of lower rank who dared to offend a superior would be torn to pieces according to law. Caroline had been a demon saint for over a decade , holding a high position, not to mention the current demon lord, Larry , who was utterly infatuated with her. While he was considered one of the demon lord’s trusted minions, he was still only a third-rank demon general, so he naturally didn’t dare show any disrespect. However, as he led the way, he would occasionally glance back at Caroline’s perky breasts, taking a risk to satisfy his craving.

For over a decade, Caroline had been the dream goddess of every male demon. Her tall figure, pert breasts, and rounded hips captivated the human race. Even years after she defected from the human race, her legend lingered among the demons- the saint ‘s beauty was enough to extinguish demonic flames, and her moon shadow illusions could captivate foes. Now that she was so close, James felt that Caroline ‘s voluptuous figure was even more outrageous than he had imagined. The cleavage formed by her enormous breasts was as unfathomable as the depths of a demonic abyss, captivating him at first sight.

The demon general thought to himself: “This slut of a saint is truly a natural beauty... If I could have sex with her one day, I would be willing to die even if it meant death... Unfortunately, a woman like this, I’m not even qualified to lick her toes...”

The grand ceremony welcoming Caroline was truly magnificent, a testament to her status as a Saint . Behind James , over a hundred elite demon warriors lined up, clad in black iron armor and wielding spears whose tips gleamed with cold demonic flames. In the center, a massive black-gold palanquin hovered in mid-air, a full ten feet long and wide. Carved into the corners were ferocious demon dragon skulls, their eyes inlaid with blood-red gems, emanating a terrifying aura.

The imperial carriage was drawn by eight demon-flame warhorses, their hooves pounding the ground, sparks flying, and their roars resonating through the night sky. Surrounding the carriage, sixteen demon maids dressed in black and red gauze robes held demon-flame lanterns. Their faces, illuminated by the lanterns, were enchanting yet submissive. Atop the carriage, a massive demon flag fluttered in the wind, inscribed with the words “ The Saint Returns” in blood-red ink, its imposing presence overwhelming. James gave a command, horns blew, drums roared, and a hundred demon soldiers knelt on one knee, chanting:

“Welcome Her Highness the Saint back to the family!” The voice roared and rushed straight to Oscar , and could be heard hundreds of miles outside the palace.

“Let’s set off back to the Demon Palace!” Caroline said solemnly.

She slowly walked toward the imperial carriage, her cold eyes sweeping over the kneeling demon soldiers. Her aura was both noble and icy. As she ascended the carriage, her slender legs faintly visible beneath her gauze robe, causing James and the other demon soldiers to tense up. But she didn’t spare a glance, merely tilting her head slightly, her gaze darting toward the palace gate.

In the shadows, Bryan , dressed in white , lurked among the trees, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance. His hand gripped the hilt, his knuckles white, and his handsome, hardened features wore a touch of weathering. He gazed at her, his eyes complex, a mixture of deep affection, self-blame, and a hint of unspeakable despair. He knew it was a sacrifice she had made to save her son, but he was powerless to stop it, and could only watch helplessly as she slid into the abyss of the demonic realm.

　　Caroline ‘s eyes met her husband’s for a fleeting moment, yet it felt like a thousand years. A flicker of tenderness flashed across her eyes, a last glimmer of warmth for him, before turning cold and ruthless. She turned away, her black and red gauze robe rustling in the wind, and said coldly, “Let’s go.”

The sound was like ice falling to the ground, without a trace of warmth.

　　James waved his hand, and the imperial carriage ascended into the air. The demonic flame warhorse roared and charged into the night sky, flanked by a hundred demon soldiers. Bryan stood there, watching the imperial carriage disappear into the sky, his heart aching.

“ Caroline , I’ll bring Albert to save you...” His voice was hoarse, filled with endless sorrow, and his heart was filled with self-blame. If he hadn’t insisted on staying with her back then, why would she have ended up like this? But even more than that, he was filled with hatred for the Demon Lord Larry . The murderous intent burned fiercely in his heart.

At the same moment, a deafening roar erupted from within the room. Albert sprang up from the bed, his deformed limbs trembling violently, dark red blood streaks slithering wildly across his skin. His body crackled as his bones reshaped, the magical power of the Blood Soul Pill erupting within him, tearing his flesh apart and then reassembling it.

His features gradually became handsome, his ferocious bestiality fading like the tide, his body slowly shrinking until he finally took on the appearance of an eighteen-year-old boy. With delicate features, a high nose bridge, and bright lips, his face seemed to blend his mother’s exquisite beauty with his father’s heroic spirit, tinged with a hint of innocence untouched by the world.

His eyes were clear, yet hinted at a savage nature. His arms were slender, yet shone with potential. His entire body was like an uncut jade, emitting a faint luster. The power of the Blood Soul Pill surged through his body, its scorching energy burning his meridians and tearing through his chaotic consciousness. Finally, amidst a burst of heart-wrenching pain, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked around blankly, the dim room coming into view. Scattered medicine bottles beside the wooden bed emitted a bitter smell. A cold wind howled outside the window, stirring up a few dead leaves. His mind was blank, as if he had been forcibly pulled out of an endless abyss. Everything in the past was like a shattered illusion, blurry and unclear.

“Where am I...”

The young man’s voice was hoarse, filled with the confusion and exhaustion of just waking up. He struggled to stand up and looked down at his hands. The slender knuckles and fair skin made him feel unfamiliar, as if this body did not belong to him. His chest ached slightly, and an inexplicable emotion surged like a tide, as if something crucial was slipping away from him, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, his mind was only a fog. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his lips, and it seemed that there was a trace of warmth lingering there, soft and moist, with a faint fragrance. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a vague figure emerged in his mind - tall and saintly, with a plain skirt fluttering, long hair like a waterfall, and a little cinnabar-like red mark between his eyebrows, breathtakingly beautiful.

The figure seemed to be very close, looking down at him gently, but he could not remember her face. He only felt that a string deep in his heart was gently plucked, causing ripples.

“Who is she...” The young man frowned, confused and uneasy. His hazy memories flickered like a candle in the wind. He vaguely remembered a pair of soft hands caressing his cheek and a sweet scent lingering on his nose, but these fragments were so fleeting that he couldn’t grasp the truth.

The young man stumbled out of bed, his bare feet treading on the cold ground. He stumbled to the door and pushed it open, only to see only an empty courtyard. A cold wind blew, picking up the corners of his tattered clothes. He smelled a faint fragrance in the air, and his heart suddenly sank.

“mother?”

He blurted out the word, his voice trembling, not even himself knowing why he had uttered it. The aroma was familiar, like a distant dream, and it made his eyes burn. He slumped down on the threshold, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. Blood slowly seeped out, dripping into the dust, staining it crimson. His gaze vacantly cast into the distance, his handsome face filled with confusion and obsession.

Although the Blood Soul Pill reshaped his body, it failed to fill the gap in his memory. The intimacy with his mother disappeared like smoke, leaving only the lingering throbbing in his heart, guiding his future path.

Chapter 2

Albert, who had completed his transformation, had a completely human form, except that the small wings behind him had grown into a pair of huge demonic wings, with black feathers like ink and a cold light on the edges. A slight flap of their wings brought up a gust of wind, revealing his special bloodline.

　　Albert looked down at himself blankly, the slender white hands swaying before his eyes, the touch strange yet real. He tried to stand up, but his legs were a little unsteady. As he stumbled, the demon wings on his back suddenly spread out, and the feather tips scraped across the wall, leaving a few shallow marks.

He froze, his head spinning to look at the enormous wings, his eyes filled with confusion and shock. A gentle flapping of the wings sent a whistling sound through the wind, and the candlelight flickered, nearly extinguishing. He instinctively shrugged, and the wings flexibly folded together, clinging to his back like a black feather cloak.

“Is this... me?” He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and low, filled with the confusion of just waking up, but compared to the beast-like roar before, it had a bit more humanity.

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Bryan in white clothes walked in quickly.

His face was weather-beaten, and his eyes were filled with deep fatigue. He looked up at the bed, his gaze suddenly fixed, and his whole body was struck by lightning. The young man in front of him was ragged, but his eyebrows were handsome, his figure was upright, and his folded wings exuded the aura of the demon clan, but there was no longer any deformity. Bryan ‘s lips trembled slightly, his eyes quickly turned red, and tears flowed uncontrollably. He suddenly dropped his sword, rushed forward a few steps, and hugged Albert tightly in his arms, his voice choked with sobs:

“ Albert ... Albert ! You finally... finally look like a human being!” He patted his son’s back hard, tears sliding down his tough face, dripping onto Albert ‘s shoulders and soaking his tattered shirt.

　　Albert was held by his father until he was almost out of breath. A tall figure vaguely appeared in his mind, standing with a sword, warm and resolute.

He hesitantly reached out his hand, patted his father’s back, and whispered, “Dad...?”

The voice was uncertain, but as soon as the familiar name came out, Bryan ‘s body trembled violently, and he cried even harder. He held his son tightly, refusing to let go, as if he wanted to pour out all the suffering and longing he had experienced over the past decade .

　　Although Albert was naive, he could sense his father’s excitement. He raised his head, staring at Bryan with clear eyes , frowning and asking, “Dad, where’s Mom? Where did she go?”

This question, like a sharp blade, pierced Bryan’s heart. His expression froze, tears frozen in his eyes, and pain surged like a tide. In that moment, he pictured Caroline ascending the throne, her black and red gown rustling in the wind, cold and resolute. He had watched her plunge into the demonic lair, powerless to stop her. He could only stand in the shadows, his grip on the sword nearly breaking.

　　Bryan took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in his heart. He released his son and squatted down to meet his gaze. He reached out and gently stroked Albert ‘s hair, his voice hoarse but as steady as possible: “ Albert , your mother...she’s gone very far away. She sacrificed so much to save you. You’re back to normal now, but if you want to find her, you must become stronger and practice. Only when you become strong enough can you bring her back.”

His eyes were complex, filled with both encouragement and deep remorse. Albert ‘s eyes lit up when he heard this, and the word “cultivation” ignited a flame in his mind. He clenched his fists, his demonic wings trembling slightly, and whispered, “Cultivation... Can I become stronger? Can I find my mother?”

“Yes, you are my father and her child, you can do it. I will teach you and lead you on this path.” Bryan nodded and forced a smile.

He stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted his son’s shoulder: “ Albert , have a good rest tonight. Dad will take you away from here tomorrow. This place is no longer safe. We are going to Xingchen Sect. That is your father’s home and where you should go.”

　　Albert nodded. Although he still had doubts, he was full of trust in his father’s words. He looked down at his hands, then touched the magic wings behind him, and a strange sense of anticipation surged in his heart. Although his mother’s figure was blurry, the gentle touch was deeply engraved in his heart and became his initial motivation. Bryan turned and walked to the door, looking back at his son deeply, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes, and then he closed the door, leaving Albert alone in the candlelight and thinking.

“Mom, I will find you...” He murmured, his voice was soft but carried a newborn determination.

　　……

The Demon Realm’s sky is perpetually shrouded in a dark crimson mist, like a blood-stained curtain, obscuring the brilliance of the sun and moon. The wind howls, mingled with the deep roars of magical beasts, and the air is thick with the stench of sulfur, as if even breathing burns the lungs.

By then, the obsidian square in front of the Demonic Temple was already abuzz with activity, a throng of figures thronging within a hundred miles. The roar of the imperial carriage drew nearer, its black-gold chariot tearing through the mist and slowly descending into the center of the square. Eight demon-flame warhorses roared and stomped on the ground, their hooves sending sparks flying and causing the ground to tremble slightly. Surrounding the carriage, sixteen maids held demon-flame lanterns, their seductive figures faintly visible in their translucent gowns in the light.

Hundreds of demon soldiers stood in formation, their black iron armor reflecting cold light, their spears pointing straight to the sky, shouting in unison: “Welcome Her Highness the Saint back to the clan!” The sound was like thunder, rolling up to the sky.

The curtains of the imperial carriage slowly opened, revealing a tall figure. Caroline was draped in a black and red gauze robe, its hem a blood-red sheen, her long, inky hair dancing lightly in the wind. Her tall, voluptuous figure was faintly visible beneath the gown, her breasts as high as mountains, her hips as round as a basin, her legs long and straight, their shimmering whiteness faintly visible. The gown half-exposed, half-revealed, revealed a deep, alluring cleavage, like the abyss. Her waist was slender yet powerful, and the hem of her robe swayed gently with every step, revealing a sliver of her snow-white calves. Her ankles were as slender as jade, and she wore a pair of magic boots inlaid with blood-jeweled stones, imbuing her with power.

Her aura was pure and noble, tinged with a hint of sadness and forbearance. Her cold gaze swept across the square, like a moonlit fairy descending to earth, or a demon saint looking down upon all beings. Her intimidating presence was so overwhelming that one dared not look directly at her. Her beauty was as sharp as a blade and as fiery as a blazing flame. Countless eyes in the square fell on her, their expressions mixed with enthusiasm, obsession, obscenity, and anger, forming a complex torrent.

In the crowd, an old man with white hair and beard, his eyes filled with anger, gripped his cane tightly and cursed softly, “Traitor! You abandoned the demons back then, and now you have the nerve to come back!”

“Who said it wasn’t? If the Lord hadn’t taken a fancy to her body, this bitch would have been torn into pieces long ago.” A middle-aged demon beside him snorted coldly, his eyes full of disgust.

Not far away, several young demon men had fanatical eyes. One of them licked his dry lips and whispered, “ The Saint ‘s beauty is indeed well-deserved. This figure... Tsk tsk, I really want to hold her down and fuck her hard.”

The person next to him laughed lewdly in agreement, his eyes wandering unscrupulously between Caroline ‘s breasts and buttocks, his throat rolling, desire rising.

Farther away, a skinny demon boy stared at her infatuatedly, his hands clasped tightly, his eyes filled with admiration and infatuation, and he murmured, “She is our Saint...no one can compare...”

The crowd’s emotions surged like a tide. Some gnashed their teeth, some drooled, and some kept their heads down in silence. Only Caroline remained unmoved, her cold eyes slightly raised. Her aura was like an iceberg pressing down on the top of the head, instantly quieting the bustling square.

She slowly descended from the imperial carriage, each step a touch of graciousness. The curves beneath her gauze robe trembled with each movement, her full breasts swaying ever so slightly, her cleavage so profound it seemed to engulf any gaze. Her hips curved perfectly, like a peony in full bloom under the moonlight, utterly alluring. She paused, her gaze sweeping across the crowd. Her voice was clear, yet commanding: “ Saint Caroline , today I return to my clan. By the order of the Demon Lord, I have reclaimed my position as Saint .”

Her voice was low, yet it was like ice falling to the ground, carrying an undeniable force. A commotion erupted in the crowd; some bowed their heads in submission, others gritted their teeth, but no one dared to confront her directly. She stood there, a towering goddess, breathtakingly beautiful yet cold as ice, inviting both a desire to approach and a fear of profanity. In that moment, her holiness blended with the demonic allure, creating an irresistible pressure that froze even the air.

Just then, a steady stream of footsteps echoed from the side of the square. Dozens of graceful women approached in formation, their steps in unison, a mixture of menacing and gentle. They were Caroline ‘s personal guards-the Moon Shadow Guards, all women, each one imposing and powerful, each possessing a commanding presence.

The leader was none other than the Moon Shadow Guard’s commander, Brianna , who appeared to be in her thirties. She was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. Her breasts were as big as peaks, her hips were as thick as drums, and her legs were strong and powerful, her muscular lines perfectly blending with her feminine curves. She wore tight, dark purple leather armor, the front of which was open, revealing a deep cleavage. Her ample breasts were dramatically squeezed together, trembling and swaying, as if ready to burst through the armor at any moment. Her hips were tightly wrapped, their curves exaggerated, and as she walked, they swayed gently, a sensual sensation that would thrill the blood. Her eyebrows were like blazing flames, her eyes were heroic, her nose was prominent, her lips thick, and her complexion was slightly brown. Her beauty was ferocious yet wild. A long whip and a scimitar were slung at her waist, exuding both heroic spirit and allure.

The Moon Shadow Guards followed closely behind. Each of them also possessed ample breasts and hips, clad in revealing, standard black-gold armor. The armor’s bold design left only two curved panels covering the breasts, revealing a vast expanse of creamy white flesh. Their cleavage was deep, their peaks perky, and their movements swung like a wave of white flesh. They clutched spears or scimitars, their gazes steely, revealing their absolute devotion to Caroline . The sight of the vast, white breasts in the square intensified the breathlessness of the male demons, some even instinctively covering their crotches, fearing a loss of composure.

　　Brianna took the lead and knelt on one knee, her voice low but sonorous: “Leader of the Moon Shadow Guard Brianna , lead the people to welcome Her Highness the Saint back to the throne!” The Moon Shadow Guards behind her knelt down in unison, their movements uniform, and their spears hit the ground with a dull sound.

They lowered their heads, their gazes fixed on Caroline , fervent and unwavering, as if she were their faith, their everything. Brianna raised her head, her heroic eyes fixed on Caroline , a complex mix of joy at reunion and suppressed pain. She whispered, “Your Highness, you are finally back... I have waited so long.” Her voice was soft, yet it shone with endless loyalty. Her gorgeous face, illuminated by the magic lantern, was even more captivating. Her large breasts rose and fell with each breath, her cleavage breathtakingly deep.

　　Caroline nodded slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her cold eyes, reflecting her trust and reliance on the Moon Guard. She slowly stepped forward, gently placed her hand on Brianna ‘s shoulder, and whispered, “Get up, Brianna . You’ve worked so hard all these years.”

Her voice was gentle, yet still carried a commanding authority. Brianna stood up, her tall body erect. Her large breasts trembled beneath her leather armor, their flesh dazzlingly white. She said respectfully, “Your Highness, your words are honorable. It is my honor to serve you.”

The Moon Shadow Guards behind her also stood up and lined up on both sides of her, with their spears pointed at an angle, looking heroic yet sexy. Their big breasts and thick buttocks made them stand out among the crowd, causing the surrounding demon men to tighten their throats and almost unable to take their eyes off her.

The atmosphere in the square grew increasingly heated. Caroline ‘s beauty and the Moon Shadow Guard’s sensuality complemented each other, creating a stunning spectacle. She stood before the imperial carriage, her black and red gauze robe rustling in the wind. Her cold gaze swept over the crowd, her aura as oppressive as a mountain, deterring even those lewd glances.

　　Brianna stood beside her, her whip cracking with a crisp sound as she whispered, “Your Highness, the throne is ready in the temple. Please move.” She stepped aside, her gaze as resolute as ever, her large breasts swaying gently with her movements, a sensual, heart-racing effect. The Moon Shadow Guards followed closely behind, flanking Caroline . Their upright figures resembled a row of sculptures, their breasts high and their hips round, their flesh barely visible beneath their leather armor. Their loyal gazes were as sharp as blades.

　　Caroline stepped forward, her curves swaying gracefully beneath her gown. Her pert breasts trembled slightly beneath the gown, and the curve of her hips was perfectly defined, a breathtaking beauty. She entered the temple, followed closely by the Moon Shadow Guards, a blend of heroic and sensual, like a team of blooming demonic flowers, guarding their Saint.

At this time, in the Demonic Temple, the white walls glowed with a cold luster under the reflection of the demonic flame lamps, but the atmosphere in the temple was as turbulent as boiling water.

The demons gathered in the temple, arguing furiously. Their voices were as deafening as thunder, shaking the fiery lights atop the hall. A gray-haired demon slammed the table, his face flushed, and roared, “ Caroline has been a traitor for over a decade, and now she dares to return and reclaim the throne of Saint ! What a joke!”

“She abandoned the demon clan and eloped with the human clan back then. Now she’s probably back to share power. Who can obey her?” A burly demon general beside him sneered and continued.

Another skinny demon envoy narrowed his eyes and spoke in a sinister tone, “If the Lord hadn’t been attracted by her beauty, this traitor would have been torn into pieces long ago. How could she have the right to stand in this palace!”

However, the voices of supporters were equally unyielding. A female demon envoy stood up, her eyes imposing and heroic, and declared, “ The Saint defected out of true love. Without her courage and foresight, how could she have escaped the Master’s clutches? Her return is a blessing for the demons!”

“ The Saint ‘s Moon Shadow Illusion is unmatched. If she regains power, the demon clan will be able to regain its strength!” Another young demon envoy nodded in agreement in a loud voice.

The two factions of support and opposition were at loggerheads with each other. The hall was filled with roars and arguments. Everyone’s faces were red and the atmosphere was like a taut string that could break at any moment.

The palace door burst open, a gust of cold wind blew in, the curtain of the imperial carriage was lifted, and Caroline slowly stepped into the temple, instantly crushing the noise inside.

The demon generals’ gazes all turned to her, their heated arguments suddenly hushed. The gray-haired demon general opened his mouth, his curse choking in his throat before it could escape. His face turned from red to white, and his legs unconsciously weakened. The burly demon general lowered his battle axe slightly, his eyes flashing with fear. He took a half step back, not daring to say another word. The female demon general who supported her, her eyes lit up, her lips curled slightly, but she didn’t dare to speak rashly.

The hall was completely silent, with only Caroline ‘s footsteps echoing on the ground, crisp and majestic, as if every sound was shocking.

　　Caroline stopped before the throne, her cold eyes sweeping over the demon envoys. Her voice was as low as ice falling to the ground, “I have heard what you just said. Are there any opponents willing to step forward and argue?”

Her tone was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable strength. The gray-haired demon’s throat churned, and his lips moved, as if he were about to refute her. However, when he met her cold star-like gaze, he lost the courage to even stand upright. He whispered, “Your subordinate... has nothing to say.”

The burly demon general swallowed his saliva, lowered his battle axe to the ground, and said in a muffled voice: “I obey your command.”

　　Caroline turned to look at her supporters and said calmly, “Those who support my return to my position, do you have any suggestions?”

The demon lady stepped forward and said respectfully, “ Her Majesty the Saint has returned. I am willing to follow you and restore the power of the Moon Shadow Guard!”

“I am willing to serve the Saint and help the demon clan achieve greater glory!” More and more people echoed.

Upon the throne, Demon Lord Larry reclined, his black-gold robes open, revealing a chest as strong as iron. His handsome, stern face curled slightly at the corners of his lips, a wicked smile playing. His gaze settled on Caroline , slowly moving up her slender legs, past her pert breasts, and finally resting on her beautiful face. His eyes were fiery and greedy, like a hungry wolf staking its prey, eager to pounce and devour it.

He looked at her figure carefully. Her tall and voluptuous figure was clearly visible under the black and red gauze robe, exuding the seductive aura of a mature woman.

Demon Lord Larry let out a low laugh and finally spoke.

“Okay, everyone, quiet down!” As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

“ Caroline , more than ten years have passed, and your body has not only not declined, but has become more charming and attractive. You are truly a natural beauty.” The Demon Lord tapped the armrest with his fingers, and the desire in his eyes danced like demonic flames.

　　Caroline’s expression remained calm. She raised her cold eyes slightly and met Larry ‘s gaze, unmoved by his naked gaze. She said calmly, “I will obey the Demon Lord’s orders. I will shoulder the responsibility of being a Saint . No need to say more.” Her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, revealing both nobility and aloofness.

　　Larry ‘s smile deepened, and the possessiveness in his eyes grew stronger. He stood up and walked down from the throne. His tall body approached her and whispered, “What a responsibility... Caroline , I have waited too long for your return. This demonic realm is complete only with you here.” His tone was domineering and hot, and his breath sprayed on her ear with an aggressive tone.

　　Caroline’s eyes flashed with a trace of struggle and helplessness. She took a small step back silently, “Demon Lord, you are too kind.”

　　Larry narrowed his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing in them, and laughed heartily: “Someone, give the Saint a seat!”

A maid stepped forward and placed a black jade chair beside Caroline . She slowly took her seat, her aura as cold and arrogant as ever. The demons in the hall bowed their heads in silence, their opponents silent, their supporters filled with awe. Her return was remarkably smooth, not due to compromise, but rather to her unparalleled dominance that overwhelmed the entire crowd.

“Okay, let’s talk business.”

　　There was a hint of an impatient smile on Larry’s handsome and stern face.

He looked down at the demon envoys below, his voice low and rolling like thunder: “ The Saint has returned. The Holy Sacrifice has been dormant for decades, and now it can finally be restarted. I want this Holy Sacrifice to be grand and unprecedented, to shock the human race and enhance the power of my demon race!”

The demons all bowed their heads, their eyes flickering, and a flurry of discussion erupted. A white-haired demon stepped forward and said respectfully, “My Lord, the Holy Sacrifice is the demon race’s most solemn ceremony. We need a Saint to dedicate herself to drawing the power of the Moon. Only one of unparalleled beauty and talent can undertake this important task. Caroline is a once-in-a-millennium gift, a gift from heaven!”

“If the holy ritual is successful, it will surely restore our clan’s prestige. However, the details are complex and require careful preparation.”

“Well said, Caroline . This holy sacrifice must be completed beautifully. Do you have anything to say?” Larry looked at Caroline .

　　The Saint Lady raised her cold eyes slightly, swept across the people in the hall, and said in a cold voice: “I have promised the holy sacrifice. In order to attract the power of the moon, I will do my best, and it can be held in three days.” Her tone was calm, but revealed an unquestionable firmness.

　　Larry laughed when he heard this, and stood up and walked towards her. His tall figure was like a mountain pressing down on her, his fiery eyes lingering on her, and he whispered, “ Caroline , I knew you wouldn’t let me down.

Three days later, the grandeur of the holy sacrifice will make heaven and earth tremble! “He stretched out his hand, his fingertips almost touching her delicate face, but she dodged it sideways.

She said calmly, “If the Demon Lord has nothing else to do, I will go and make preparations first.”

　　Larry narrowed his eyes and smiled, waving his hand and saying, “Well, everyone disperse. I want to see a perfect holy sacrifice in three days!”

The demon envoys said in unison: “As you command!”

Deep within the demonic palace, a chamber shrouded in a hazy mist, lay a spacious bathing pool inlaid with emerald green. The water, crystal clear and mirror-like, shimmered with a faint, shimmering light. Caroline lay nude in the pool, her long, inky hair cascading wetly across her shoulders, cascading down her slender neck, a few strands tangled in her voluptuous curves. Her skin, smooth as cream, shimmered against the rippling water, like a flawless piece of jade. Her snow-white breasts half-floated above the surface, seemingly full and full, ready to burst forth at any moment. Her areolas were a pale pink like cherry blossoms, her nipples perky and pearly. With her gentle breaths, they trembled, creating tiny ripples.

Her slender waist was faintly visible underwater, her legs long and powerful, and her crossed legs exuded a holy beauty. The intoxicating scent of a mature beauty mixed with the water vapor filled the air, lingering throughout the bedroom and causing one’s heart to sway.

Deep within the demonic palace, within the chambers, steam lingered and curls of heat rose, creating a scene reminiscent of a paradise on earth. Caroline stood alone in the center of the spacious bathing pool, delicate ripples shimmering on the surface, framing her tall, voluptuous figure. The water was clear, shimmering with a faint golden hue. It was the Moon Spring water, unique to the demon race, with a delicate fragrance that washed away all fatigue. Her black and red gauze robe had long been removed, carelessly folded on the jade table by the pool, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful figure. Her skin was as smooth as fat, delicate and fragile, shimmering in the mist, like flawless porcelain. Her long, inky hair clung to her shoulders, wet and draped, with strands flowing across her slender neck, outlining a series of alluring curves.

Her breasts stood tall and straight like snow-capped mountains, full and elastic, her areolas a pale pink like cherry blossoms, and her nipples, soaked in the hot water, perked slightly, like two crystal pearls inlaid on the top of a white mountain. Beneath her slender waist, her hips were large and firm, like a bright moon. As she moved her lotus steps, ripples appeared on the water surface.

Her legs were long, slender, and plump, with a faint glimpse of her plump, soft lips, stained even more delicately by the mist. She leaned over, scooped up a handful of water, and gently slid her soft hands over her skin. Drops of water trickled down her cheeks, sliding along her collarbone into the bottomless cleavage, disappearing into the snowy ravine. Her movements were graceful and slow, and her eyes shone with a mixture of holiness and sorrow, like a fairy fallen into the mortal world, washing away the dust of the world in the extravagance of this enchanted palace.

Suddenly, a resounding explosion shattered the tranquility of the chambers. The heavy, gilded door flung open, and Demon Lord Larry strode in. He stood tall and imposing, his muscles as firm as iron. His black-gold robes flung open, revealing his sculpted chest and abdominal muscles. His eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, his eyes held a demonic flame, and his handsome, stern face held a hint of a devilish smile.

　　Caroline was startled by the sound and stood up suddenly, splashing water all over her snow-white skin. She subconsciously covered her plump breasts with both hands, trying to hide the spring light on her chest, but the huge breasts squeezed through her fingers, and the nipples were faintly visible, making her look even more tempting.

She looked around, searching for something to cover herself, but beside the poolside, there was nothing but a pile of thin, cicada-wing gauze robes. She eagerly moved closer to the jade table to retrieve her clothing, but the slippery ground nearly caused her to fall, her slender figure becoming even more flustered as she stumbled. Her large breasts swayed with her movements, her cherry-like nipples delicately curved in the air, and her wet hair swung out a string of water droplets that landed on the ground with a crisp sound. Her nose wrinkled slightly, her brows furrowed, and a hint of shame and helplessness flashed across her charming eyes. However, her noble demeanor remained undiminished, and even in her panic, a unique charm emerged.

　　Larry ‘s gaze swept over Caroline ‘s body without restraint , from her slender legs to her slender waist, then to her deep cleavage, finally resting on her stunning face. A whisper rolled in his throat, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth. With a flick of his hands, his black-gold robe slipped off, revealing his muscular demonic body.

His chest was broad, covered in hideous scars, his abdominal muscles as angular as rock. The penis between his legs was already hard as a thorn, swollen and shiny purple, the glans as large as a child’s fist, veins coiling around it, and exuding a strong masculine aura. The Moon Shadow Guards in the bedroom lowered their heads, but they could still feel the overwhelming pressure. The air was filled with a hint of tension and ambiguity.

“ Caroline , you’re still so beautiful. No woman can compare to you.” Larry ‘s voice was low and hoarse, filled with undisguised desire. He strode towards the bathtub, his bare feet making a dull sound on the floor, his eyes burning every inch of her skin like fire.

　　Caroline bit her lip, tightening her fingertips slightly, trying to calm herself down. She knew that Larry hadn’t just come to watch her bathe, but to possess her completely.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the humiliation in her heart, and said coldly: “My Lord, please respect yourself. This is my bedroom.”

　　Larry laughed heartily, the devilish fire in his eyes growing even brighter. “ Caroline , the moment you returned to the demon clan, you should have understood that you are mine, and no one can take you away from me.”

He stopped by the pool, his eyes fixed on her snow-capped peaks that were hidden by her hands, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t cover it, haven’t I seen enough? When you defected, I swore that one day I would make you lie under me willingly.” His tone was domineering and fanatical, with an unquestionable power.

“Besides, don’t forget who gave you the Blood Soul Pill so that you could save your son. You have to know... I have the ability to save people... and I also have the ability to destroy them.”

　　Caroline ‘s heart trembled. She knew that resistance would only make the situation worse. Given Larry ‘s personality, if he was not satisfied, he might take his anger out on his son and husband who were far away in the human race.

She closed her charming eyes, her heart aching. For her son’s sake, she had to endure, even if the humiliation cut through her soul like a knife. She opened her eyes, her tone calm but with a hint of determination: “I understand what the master wants. But I have a condition - this matter must not be spread, and Albert and Bryan must not know about it.”

“Okay, I like your cleverness.” Larry narrowed his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned to look at Brianna , the Moon Shadow Guard commander standing beside him. This tall and muscular female commander had huge breasts like peaks and a plump butt like a drum. She was heroic yet wild.

“ Caroline , don’t you want me to be satisfied? Let your loyal dog give me some fun.” His eyes fell on Brianna ‘s sexy body, his desire undisguised. He licked his lips and ordered.

　　Caroline looked at Brianna , a hint of apology flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly covered by a toughness. She whispered, “ Brianna , help me comfort the master.”

Her voice was gentle, yet held an unyielding authority. Brianna stepped forward expressionlessly, her beautiful, yet feral face unwavering. Her loyalty to Caroline was unwavering, and even at such an order, she wouldn’t hesitate. She knelt on one knee before Larry , her soft hand grasping the glistening, purple penis. Without hesitation, she parted her thick lips and took the massive glans into her mouth.

　　Larry growled, his scalp tingling with pleasure. Brianna ‘s tongue was flexible and powerful, swirling around his penis. Her mouth was moist and tight, and the deep part of her throat contracted slightly, bringing waves of intense pleasure. Her big breasts swayed gently with the movement, and the deep cleavage was even more attractive under the leather armor. Larry reached out and roughly grabbed one of her big breasts, his five fingers deeply sinking into the snow-white breast flesh, kneading the breast until it was deformed, and the cherry-like nipples squeezed out from the edge of the leather armor, and were pinched until they were red, swollen and shiny. He gasped and sighed:

“It’s really top-notch! These tits and this tongue are much better than those slave girls in the Demon Palace!”

　　Brianna remained unmoved. Her eyes were cold and focused. Her tongue slid along the veins of the penis, occasionally swallowing deeply, taking the thick cock into her throat with a low “slurp.” Her movements were mechanical yet efficient. A few drops of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her large breasts, making them wet. Larry was dazzled by the service, his hips slightly thrusting, enjoying the extreme pleasure brought by this loyal female guard. His other hand reached for her plump buttocks and slapped them hard through the leather armor. The tight buttocks swayed like waves, making his laughter even more obscene.

　　Caroline stood in the pool, watching the scene with a complex expression. She knew Brianna ‘s sacrifice was to spare her humiliation, but the sight still pierced her heart. She took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, and walked towards the edge. Drops of water slid down her slender legs, making a crisp sound as they landed on the ground. Her breasts jiggled with each step, her nipples erect in the air, exuding the intoxicating scent of a mature woman.

　　Larry turned to look at her, his eyes filled with desire, and said in a hoarse voice, “ Caroline , you know what I want. Don’t make me wait too long.”

　　Caroline paused, lips pursed tightly, a conflict raging within her. She knew that rather than passively accepting the humiliation, she could actively respond, perhaps gaining a moment’s respite. She closed her eyes, the image of Bryan ‘s handsome, sturdy face surfacing in her mind, a pang of pain piercing her heart. But for her son, she had no choice. She opened her eyes, a flicker of determination in her charming eyes. Slowly approaching Larry , she tiptoed and gently pressed her red lips against his.

　　Larry was shocked, his eyes flashing with wild excitement. He finally kissed the woman he had been dreaming of day and night. Her soft lips were as delicate as flowers, with a hint of fragrance that made him feel very excited.

He roughly grasped her slender waist, his large hands kneading her ample hips. His tongue forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, greedily claiming her sweetness. Caroline didn’t resist. She closed her eyes, swallowing the humiliation in her heart. Her tongue gently responded to his, a subtle “smacking” sound emanating from their hot, wet mouths. Her breasts pressed against his chest, slightly deformed by the pressure, and her nipples rubbed against his skin, leaving a faint red mark.

Meanwhile, Brianna ‘s oral skills became increasingly adept. Her tongue swirled around Larry ‘s penis, gliding rapidly and softly from the depths of her throat. The purple, swollen cock throbbed in her mouth, its tip swelling to the point of bursting. Larry kissed Caroline deeply while feeling the pleasure in his lower body. The double stimulation nearly drove him out of control.

“You two beauties are really killing me!” His breathing became more rapid, his waist straightened up, and he growled.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock trembled violently in Brianna’s mouth, and a stream of hot, thick semen erupted, shooting deep into her throat. The sheer volume, the fishy smell, the sticky consistency of cum, instantly filled her mouth. The white liquid trickled down from the corners of her mouth, forming a thin, white thread that dripped down her chin onto her large breasts. Brianna , her mouth filled with cum, remained impassive, her eyelashes drooping, her throat rolling slightly, but she didn’t swallow. She raised her head and looked at Caroline , a questioning look in her eyes.

　　Larry gasped and excitedly ordered, “Swallow it! Don’t waste such good stuff!”

His voice was filled with passion, and his gaze fell on Brianna ‘s lips, which were covered with white juice, making him look even more lewd. Brianna was unmoved, just looking at Caroline quietly , waiting for her instructions. Caroline pulled away from Larry ‘s kiss, her red lips slightly swollen, and a trace of moisture at the corner of her mouth.

“ Brianna , swallow it.”

　　Brianna heard this and immediately closed her mouth, her throat rolling as she swallowed the hot sperm, mouthful by mouthful. The fishy, ​​pungent taste filled her mouth, but her expression remained unmoved. She even leaned forward, licking the remaining white fluid from Larry’s penis clean with her tongue, gently scraping the bulging veins with the tip of her tongue, her movements meticulous and thorough. Her large breasts swayed with the movement, the white fluid between her cleavage glistening in the light. Larry watched this scene, growling with pleasure, his palm slapping her plump ass with a crisp sound.

　　Caroline took a step back and looked at Brianna , feeling guilty. She knew that all this was for her and her son.

“ Caroline , don’t think of getting rid of me like this. I have done what you wanted with your husband and children. Do you think I will be satisfied if you let this female guard do something to me?” The demon lord’s eyes swept over the saint ‘s body unscrupulously, from her slender pink legs to her bottomless cleavage, his desire burning like a raging fire.

　　Caroline’s heart trembled, and she sighed inwardly, a bitter taste rising in her throat. She had thought that letting Brianna take action would temporarily soothe Larry ‘s lust and buy him a moment’s respite, but now it seemed that this was just her wishful thinking.

　　Larry was cruel, lustful, and possessed a strong desire for control. If she did not obey him completely, he might vent his anger on Albert , who was far away in the human race , and even destroy the Blood Soul Pill she had worked so hard to obtain.

Suppressing her inner resistance, she slowly opened her eyes, her brows raised slightly, a soft glint of allure in her eyes. She reached out her soft hand, her fingertips trembling as she grasped Larry ‘s scalding penis, gently stroking it up and down. Her movements were awkward yet somehow calculated and flattering. Her voice was soft enough to drip with water, a hint of feigned coquettishness in it: “Since my Lord is not satisfied, then I will serve you myself.”

“All of you, go down. You’re not needed here.” She turned to look at Brianna and the Moon Shadow Guard and said coldly. Although her tone was light, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

　　Brianna nodded slightly and quietly left the bedroom with the Moon Shadow Guard. The heavy gilded door slowly closed, leaving only the Demon Lord and the Saint in the room. Larry looked at her like this, his eyes filled with desire. With a low growl, he suddenly reached out and pulled her out of the bathtub.

Water splashed everywhere, splashing onto Caroline’s snow-white skin. She cried out in surprise, instinctively trying to push him away, but his iron arms held her tightly. His large hands slid over her slippery body, starting at her plump, soft lips, his tongue licking roughly upwards. The wet, hot touch traced across her lower abdomen, her slender waist, and finally her slender neck, leaving a trail of sticky marks.

　　Caroline shuddered, forcing a charming smile, but deep down, disgust and humiliation surged. She bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms, resisting the urge to push him away. Larry carried her, striding towards the gilded bed in the depths of the chamber, and threw her heavily onto the soft brocade quilt. Her body bounced against the bed, her huge breasts swaying like waves, her nipples erect in the air. Her plump, fleshy buttocks rippled against the bed, emitting a strong, alluring fragrance.

　　Larry leaned over her, his muscular body covering her like a mountain. His hands roughly grasped her snowy breasts, his five fingers deeply digging into the elastic flesh of her breasts, kneading them until they were deformed, and his cherry-like nipples were pinched until they were red, swollen and shiny.

He lowered his head and bit a nipple, his teeth gently rubbing against it, his tongue swirling around the areola, making a sizzling sound. Caroline’s delicate body trembled slightly, and a low moan escaped her throat. On the surface, she seemed to be accommodating him, but a trace of pain flashed in her eyes. She knew that if she didn’t satisfy Larry , he might destroy everything for her, so she forced herself to relax, her breasts rising and falling, pretending to accommodate his roughness.

　　Larry ‘s penis was already hard and hot, with veins bulging like dragons. He spread her slender pink legs apart and roughly inserted his fingers into her tender vagina. He parted her thick and fleshy lips, revealing her wet pink flesh.

“ Caroline , your body is still so sensitive. It seems that your man hasn’t satisfied you enough.” His fingers hooked between her lips, bringing out a stream of crystal clear vaginal fluid.

　　Caroline’s heart tightened, and she was filled with shame and anger, but she didn’t dare to refute. She could only force a charming smile and said in a gentle voice, “My Lord, you are joking. I am yours now, so I will naturally do whatever you want with me.”

Her words were as soft as the wind, but her heart was burning like a raging fire, and her disgust for Larry surged like a tide. However, she had no choice but to use this disguised coquettishness to exchange for the peace of her son and husband.

　　Larry growled in satisfaction, thrusting his hips forward. His thick cock rammed into her like a raging fire, plunging deep into her tender vagina. Caroline moaned as her flesh was stretched to its limit. Her thick, fleshy lips tightly wrapped around his cock, filling her hot, wet passageway with a tearing pain.

She grasped the quilt with both hands, her fingertips sinking deeply into it, but on the surface she forced a coquettish smile, her eyes were seductive, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a low moan: “Master is so fierce...” Her voice was gentle and pleasant, with a deliberate attempt to please, but no one could see the humiliation in her eyes.

　　Larry ‘s movements were wild and brutal. He gripped her slender waist with both hands, thrusting his penis in and out of her tender vagina like a thorn, each thrust reaching its rim, the glans pressing hard against her clitoris, drawing waves of erotic fluid. Her large breasts swayed violently with his thrusts, their white flesh rippled like waves, her nipples curved seductively in the air, their wetness shimmering with lustful lustre. Her plump buttocks swayed in waves, their trembling flesh making crisp “slapping” sounds. The bedroom echoed with the ambiguous and piercing sounds of flesh clashing.

　　Caroline ‘s vaginal passages tightened around the thick penis, her hot, wet passageways contracting uncontrollably, bringing waves of intense pleasure. Though she was deeply reluctant, her body betrayed her will. Streams of hot fluid welled up from the depths of her vagina, dripping down the crack of her buttocks and soaking the quilt. She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to scream too loudly, but the moans that escaped her throat uncontrollably, soft and charming, formed a sharp contrast with her inner resistance.

　　Larry fucked her harder and harder, leaning down and licking her neck with his tongue, leaving a wet and hot trail. His hands slid from her waist to her snowy peaks, roughly kneading her huge breasts, squeezing out the white and tender flesh between his fingers, and pinching her nipples until they were red, swollen and hot.

“ Caroline , you are a natural beauty with a seductive body. No wonder I have been thinking about you for more than ten years!” His penis rushed in and out of her tender vagina. Every time he pulled it out, it brought out a stream of crystal clear vaginal fluid. He then thrust it in hard, making Caroline lose consciousness for a while.

　　Caroline ‘s delicate body was limp from the fucking, her eyes half-lidded, tears welling in them. She forced a seductive smile, her red lips parted as she moaned, “Master, you’re so strong! Caroline can’t take it anymore...” Her vagina, however, tightened uncontrollably, its flesh spasming around his penis as the pleasure washed over her like a tide, leaving her feeling utterly ashamed and angry.

Consciousness gradually blurred, pleasure and humiliation intertwined into an invisible web, trapping Caroline tightly. She repeatedly told herself that this was all for her son, but her body’s reaction made her feel ashamed. Her tender vagina was fucked by Larry ‘s penis, causing her to orgasm again and again. Her flesh spasmed uncontrollably, and a hot stream gushed out from her center, pouring onto his glans, drawing a continuous roar from him.

　　Larry was even more excited by her orgasm, his penis ramming in and out like a raging fire at an astonishing speed: “ Caroline , your pussy is so amazing, it’s so tight!” His movements became more and more fierce, his penis throbbing violently in the pussy, and finally after a deep insertion, it trembled violently, and a stream of hot and thick semen spurted out, shooting straight into the depths of her flower heart.

　　Caroline moaned, her delicate body tensing suddenly, her flesh spasming around the man’s cock, enduring the scorching heat. The semen was staggering, its stench pungent, sticky as pulp, filling her vagina and trickling down her lips. Her eyes half-closed, tears mingling with sweat, a forced smile forced itself from her lips, her voice trembling as she asked, “My Lord, are you satisfied?”

　　Larry panted heavily, patted her plump ass with satisfaction, and smiled, “ Caroline , you really didn’t disappoint me.” He slowly withdrew his penis, sending a stream of white fluid mixed with her vaginal fluid sliding down her thighs and dripping onto the bed. Caroline collapsed on the quilt, her delicate body trembling slightly, her snow-white skin covered in red marks. Her large breasts and plump ass trembled, emitting a strong scent of flesh. She closed her eyes, suppressing the disgust and pain in her heart. Bryan ‘s affectionate face appeared in her mind , and her heart ached.

She knew this was only the beginning of humiliation. For her son’s sake, she had to endure the humiliation and survive in this demonic palace, but her body’s betrayal made it impossible for her to face herself. The afterglow of the orgasm still coursing through her body, forming a stark contradiction with her inner resistance, leaving her like a ravaged snow lotus in this lewd chamber, holy yet broken.

Chapter 3

The heat from the Demon Palace’s chambers had yet to dissipate, and mist swirled around the bathtub, shrouding this luxurious retreat like a veil. Caroline stood naked in the pool, the clear water of the Moon Spring flowing over her waist, the gentle ripples highlighting her tall, voluptuous figure. She bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and slowly poured it over her shoulders. The water droplets slid down her collarbone, flowing over her plump, snow-capped peaks, and along her delicate skin into the water, creating ripples. Her movements were gentle yet firm, as if she was trying to wash away the traces Larry had left on her body. The rough touch, the hot breathing, and the fishy smell still lingered in her mind like a shadow, unable to be shaken off.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to let the cool water wash away the humiliation within her. Her long hair, as black as ink, clung to her back, wet and clung to her back. The ends of her hair floated on the surface of the water, swaying gently with her movements. Her skin was as smooth as jade, with a faint luster, but a few faint red marks remained on her snow-white body, evidence of Larry’s brutality.

After her bath, Caroline slowly stepped out of the tub, water droplets trickling down her slender, pink legs onto the emerald floor, making a subtle sound. She picked up the neatly folded clothing by the poolside, revealing a golden palace gown. Luxurious and tight, the edges embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, it exuded an air of elegant majesty. She first draped herself in a sheer, mist-like gauze, the fabric sleekly clinging to her curves, partially revealing her ample breasts and rounded hips.

A golden palace gown then covered her, its hem cascading to her ankles, accentuating her graceful figure, like a walking goddess. The gauze beneath the gown, half-appearing, revealed the radiant whiteness of her skin, adding a touch of allure. She adjusted her clothes and tied a red string around her waist, a white jade bead dangling from the end. The gentle sway of the string only added to her allure.

Beside her, Brianna stood silently, her tall figure as straight as a pine tree, her toned body clad in dark purple leather armor. Her breasts were prominent, her hips were firm, and her masculine presence shone with a wild, sensual quality. The long whip at her waist swung slightly, her scimitar gleamed coldly, and her face held a complex expression.

　　Caroline looked at her, a softness emerging on her cold face: “ Brianna , thank you for your hard work just now.” Her voice was gentle as water, but with a hint of unspeakable guilt.

　　Brianna raised her head, her heroic eyes fixed directly on Caroline . Her voice was firm and low, “Your Highness, you are so kind. As long as I can help you, I will do my best.” Her voice, though brief, was filled with boundless loyalty, as if nothing in the world could shake her faith in the Saint . Caroline felt a warm, yet bitter, feeling within her. She sighed softly and reached out to hold Brianna ‘s shoulder. Her fingertips touched the solid leather armor, sensing the fiery warmth hidden beneath her cold exterior.

“You’re already married, yet you’re doing this for me. I feel so bad.” Caroline ‘s voice was soft, tinged with self-blame. She stared at Brianna , trying to find a trace of resentment on her face, but her beautiful face remained as calm as ever.

　　Brianna was silent for a moment, as if weighing her words, before finally speaking, “Your Highness, please don’t mind. My husband is called Morgan , and he’s a demon envoy of the demon clan. He followed your Saint Maiden lineage and was highly valued. But since you defected to the human race, he’s been marginalized.”

She paused, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, and continued: “At that time, the factional fighting within the demon clan was fierce, and Lord Larry took the opportunity to purge dissidents . Because of his close relationship with you, Morgan was deprived of his military power and demoted to guard the border city. Although he had military merits, no one cared about him, and even his subordinates were neglected. He often lost his temper at home because of this and had a lot of complaints about you. In private, I scolded him for this countless times, but he always said that if you hadn’t left, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.” There was a hint of helplessness in Brianna ‘s tone, and her lips were slightly pursed, obviously quite dissatisfied with her husband’s complaints.

　　Caroline’s brow furrowed slightly, her guilt growing even stronger. She whispered, “I see... Morgan ‘s fate was ultimately my fault.” She lowered her eyes, her mind racing back to the moment she’d defected. Back then, she’d only wanted to be with Bryan , but she hadn’t anticipated implicating so many people.

She took a deep breath, looked up at Brianna , and said solemnly, “I understand your husband’s feelings towards me. I was indeed inconsiderate in what happened back then. Now that I have returned to the demon clan, I will not let you suffer any more injustice.”

　　Brianna’s eyes flickered with emotion at this, yet she remained calm. She whispered, “Your Highness, don’t blame yourself. Morgan may have complaints, but he and Larry have always been at odds. The Lord has long coveted me. Before your return, he repeatedly summoned me to his palace under pretexts, intending to commit treasonous acts. It was only because I, willing to die, refused to comply that he was thwarted.” A hint of sneer etched itself in her voice, clearly indicating her deep distaste for Larry ‘s actions.

　　Caroline’s heart trembled, and a flicker of anger flashed in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Larry ‘s desires to extend to Brianna . She clenched her fists and whispered, “ Larry is truly shameless.”

“ Brianna , you’ve done so much for me. I will never let you be humiliated in vain. At the Holy Mass in three days, I will personally attend and take good care of Morgan so that he can be reappointed. This is not only for you, but also for atonement for those who suffered because of me.”

　　Brianna’s body trembled slightly upon hearing this, and a warmth welled up in her heroic eyes. She knelt on one knee, her voice resonant and powerful, “Your Highness, I will remember your great kindness!” Her large breasts swayed slightly with each movement, the curves beneath her leather armor becoming more and more striking, but the unwavering look in her eyes made it impossible to ignore her inner loyalty.

　　Caroline leaned over and helped her to her feet, saying gently, “Get up, Brianna . There’s no need for this between you and me. I promised you about your husband, and I’ll do it.” She turned, the hem of her golden palace dress swaying gently, revealing the alluring outline of her figure beneath the gauze. She slowly walked deeper into the chamber, her heart etched with determination: no matter the cost, she would establish herself among the demons and prevent those around her from being harmed again.

Three days later in the Demon Realm, it will be the day of the Holy Sacrifice.

The sky was obscured by a thick, dark red mist, like a dome of blood, hanging low as if to crush the earth. The wind wailed, mingled with the roars of monsters. The stench of sulfur was strong and pungent, and a faint, restless heat flowed through the air.

The entire demon race erupted in excitement. The Obsidian Square was bustling with activity. Hundreds of thousands of demons gathered like a tide, their gazes blazing and feverish, all focused on the towering altar in the center. The altar was constructed from massive black stone, its surface engraved with intricate demonic patterns. Atop it, a crescent moon relief hung, emitting a cold silver glow that formed an eerie contrast with the dark crimson sky.

　　Caroline stood naked atop the altar, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, dancing in the wind, caressing her jade-like skin. Her naked body, exposed to hundreds of thousands of greedy eyes, was tall and voluptuous, its curves undulating like mountains, exuding the intoxicating fragrance of a mature woman. Her breasts stood tall like snowy mountains, their fullness seemingly imbued with endless vitality. Her areolas were a pale pink like flower petals, and her nipples perked slightly in the cool breeze, like two pearls set in a chastity. Her slender waist, seemingly boneless, defined an alluring curve. Her hips were large, firm, and round like a bright moon, with a slight rise and a voluptuous, supple gluttony. Her long, slender legs were straight and powerful, with a faint glimpse of soft lips at the base of her thighs, a soft, moist sheen trembling in the breeze, inviting longing.

Her aura was incomparably holy, emanating an inviolable majesty. Yet, her nakedness and exaggerated figure, with ample breasts and hips, pushed her to the brink of lewdness. Hundreds of thousands of demons gazed with bated breath, some choking with lust, others muttering curses, a mixture of anger and admiration.

In the crowd, a young demon man with fanatical eyes and dry lips whispered, “ Your Highness the Saint’s body is truly a gift from heaven, so pure that it makes people want to defile it.”

“Yes, so what if she defected to the human race? If she can attract the Holy Light, she is the treasure of the demon race.”

Not far away, another old man gripped his crutch tightly and gritted his teeth: “How shameful to be so exposed!” But his eyes could not move away, and he greedily swept over the snow-white body.

　　Caroline remained motionless, her cold eyes slightly raised as she slowly raised her hands toward the heavens. Moonlight illusions swirled through her fingertips, silver light entwining her form like a formless veil. She took a deep breath, her saintly blood boiling. Moon power surged forth like a tide, and the crescent moon relief on the altar suddenly burst into light. Silver light shot skyward, piercing the dark crimson mist.

Instantly, a crack appeared in the sky, and a vast beam of holy light poured down like a waterfall, covering the entire square. The light was pure and blazing, carrying endless vitality, and it sprinkled on every inch of land and every member of the demon clan.

Holy Light is the demon race’s supreme gift. Only the Holy Maidens of all generations can channel it through their bloodlines, drawing upon the essence of the moon to cleanse the demon race’s qi and blood, and unleash their potential. Since ancient times, holy sacrifices have been the key to demons’ breakthroughs. While ordinary demons bathe in holy light to refine their bodies, demon facilitators and generals can achieve even higher realms through this process.

It was for this reason that Caroline, despite defecting from the human race and committing heinous crimes, was still accepted by the demons-her Saintly bloodline was irreplaceable, the hope for the demons’ revival. Holy light rained down, and the demons in the square all raised their heads, closing their eyes to feel the warmth seeping into their bones. Some growled, others laughed wildly, their cultivation soaring like a broken bamboo. A burly demon general clenched his fists, demonic flames gushing from his body, his aura soaring, reaching the level of a demon commander. He opened his eyes and gazed enthusiastically at the altar:

“ Your Highness the Saint , you are truly the savior of our clan!”

　　Caroline stood amidst the holy light, her naked body enveloped in silvery light, like a saint bathed in divine light. Her breasts appeared even whiter against the backdrop of the radiance, the curves of her hips were perfectly outlined, and the honeyed lips between her legs were faintly visible. Holiness and sensuality intertwined into a stunning painting.

She closed her eyes, feeling the surge of holy light. The moon power within her body blended with the external aura, and the entire demon race’s energy and vitality appeared in her perception as clear as a picture. She tilted her head slightly, focusing on a powerful aura. It was Brianna ‘s husband, Morgan . His energy and vitality surged like blazing flames, and his cultivation was profound. If he hadn’t been marginalized, he would definitely be a core demon master of the demon race.

An idea came to her mind, and she thought to herself, “This man has extraordinary potential. If I can recruit him for my own benefit, he will definitely be a great help.” She decided to meet him after the Holy Sacrifice and cultivate him into her confidant.

The holy light lasted for half a moment before slowly dissipating. The sky returned to its dark red color. The demons in the square woke up as if from a dream. Their auras surged and their cheers shook the earth.

“ Long live Her Majesty the Saint !”

“If the Holy Sacrifice is restarted, our clan will prosper!”

The sound was like thunder, rolling to the sky. Caroline slowly lowered her hands, the silver light fading from her body, her naked body once again exposed to the public’s gaze. Her cold gaze swept over the crowd, her aura like an icy mountain, instantly silencing the clamor. She turned and walked down the altar. The Moon Shadow Guards quickly stepped forward, draping a black veil around her shoulders, obscuring her alluring form.

　　Brianna walked beside her and whispered, “Your Highness, the holy sacrifice was successful and all the tribesmen surrendered.” Caroline nodded slightly, but she was already thinking about the next step in her mind.

On the night of the Mass, Caroline told Brianna that she would meet her husband Morgan in the palace .

　　Brianna led her husband outside the chambers. Morgan was a sturdy, bearded man with a hint of weathered eyes, clearly a battle-hardened warrior. His steps were steady, yet a hint of unease permeated him. He whispered to Brianna beside him , “Madam, has Her Highness the Saint summoned me? Is it to settle the matter of the past?” His voice was rough and tinged with trepidation.