"Mhm~" I let out a content sigh as I woke up from my light slumber, greeted by the shy dark eyes of a demoness buried in my embrace, her face nestled against my ample chest. She seemed slightly surprised and embarrassed as she looked up at me.

With a teasing smile, I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Is my little demoness that eager~?" I playfully referred to her hand, which was currently squeezing my curvaceous behind. The girl blushed intensely, her hand frozen in place.

However, our playful moment was interrupted by an annoyed feminine voice resonating through the room. Rem, standing beside the bed, wore an expression of irritation as she addressed us. "Are you two going to fool around all day or what?"

Amused, I turned my head towards her and hummed, "Well, that depends~." I playfully responded, causing Rem to furrow her brows in curiosity. "On what?" she asked.

With a sultry smile, I replied, "If you are going to join us~." My words were accompanied by a passive aura of lust, making the girl blush even more at the suggestion.

"I-I... Y-You pervert!" she stammered in embarrassment before hastily running out of the room and back to the inn.

Chuckling to myself, I gently brushed off the demoness who was still clinging to me and said, "As much as I'd love to continue this, my dear, I have a feeling that far more intriguing things are bound to happen if we don't." I effortlessly floated out of bed, my unkempt hair and disheveled clothes effortlessly fixing themselves before I touched the ground beside the bed.

Diabla remained silent, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—lust, embarrassment, shock, and awe—as she stared at my casual display of power.

Amused by the demoness who remained sitting in bed, gazing at me, I playfully suggested, "Do you want to stay in bed that badly? I could be convinced, you know~." With a suggestive smirk, I watched as Diabla blushed and hastily jumped out of bed, making her way towards the door. I giggled and followed after her.

...

I found myself in an office, sitting on a finely crafted wooden desk with one leg crossed over the other. Across from me sat Sylvie, the petite Grasswalker and guild master of the Adventurer's Guild. She seemed completely engrossed in some papers, not even noticing my presence. Sylvie possessed a delicate frame, her smooth tanned white skin beautifully complemented by the enchanting sight of rabbit ears and a tail. Short, pink hair framed her adorable face, while her grass green eyes sparkled with curiosity and wisdom. Her attire, consisting primarily of a diaphanous fabric, tastefully revealed her belly button and was adorned with intricate ornaments.

It had been about an hour and a half since Diabla and the girls left to register at the guild, and I decided to stay home and observe them through a one-way mirror. After all, why experience the filler episodes of life when I could simply watch them unfold?

The girls had just left Sylvie's office a few minutes ago, which led me to be here. I thought, why not have a little fun with the adorable Grasswalker until the main event of the day?

As if the proverbial curtain had dropped, Sylvie jumped in shock at my sudden appearance, her expression quickly turning to fear as she recognized me.

Startled, she jumped back from her seat, resembling a frightened cat as she looked at me defensively. "W-What are you doing here?" she asked cautiously, inspecting my form.

I playfully smiled, letting my aura of lust permeate the room. "Ah, my little Sylvie, how you wound me so~. Is that any way to treat a friend?" I teased, fully aware that we had no such connection.

She furrowed her brows at my words, maintaining her distance. I couldn't help but sigh. "Oh, come now. Have I ever done anything to deserve such behavior from the six races?" I exclaimed in exasperation. Sylvie narrowed her eyes, considering my words. It was true—I had never even shown myself except for a few hundred years ago. As far as anyone knew, my face was only known because of my loyal followers who established a religion around me, a result of my mind manipulation for mere amusement.

"I am a good girl, I promise~," I said, my voice alluring as my aura intermingled with it. The Grasswalker visibly hesitated before sighing and returning to her seat.

"What do you want?" she asked irritably, looking up at me cautiously while I remained perched on her desk. Sylvie would prove to be more challenging to seduce compared to Diabla, but that was to be expected given her age, no matter how young she appeared.

I giggled playfully, arranging my body to maximize my allure as I smiled sultrily. "I want many things. But at the moment, you just happen to be one of them~," I lasciviously declared, my desire evident in my words and almost tangible in the air.

The cute Grasswalker swallowed hard, looking slightly embarrassed. "I-I see. Can I ask why?" she nervously inquired, her attempt to dissuade me evident in her voice.

"Do I need a reason to want such a cute girl to be mine?" I genuinely questioned, my voice filled with curiosity. Why should I require a reason? If I desire something, I simply take it.

Sylvie offered an awkward smile. "Ah, n-no," she nervously replied, though I could tell she was merely telling me what I wanted to hear. "B-but I don't like girls," she added, attempting to persuade me otherwise.

Amused, I giggled. "I am the demon lord of lust. Do you really think so little of me that I would be confined to a single gender?" I said, causing the girl to blush. With a mere thought, my lower layer of clothing vanished, leaving only my loose black shirt covering my ample bosom.

Sylvie audibly gulped as I spread my legs and she beheld my large, soft member protruding from where my clit would typically be. My passive aura of lust, combined with my actions, was already taking effect. Grinning down at the wet spot on the cloth covering her slit, I didn't even have to say anything before Sylvie hesitantly leaned forward, tentatively licking my cock.

Observing her small form, I couldn't help but smile. She could indeed be quite entertaining.