Chapter 231
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Chapter 231: "I Didn’t Mean To."
The demon race has always been a light concept for the Demon King himself.
With so many races in the Demon King Castle, the demon race is just one random choice among many; if he were not a demon, he would be something else.
However, Safir seems to especially value the "desire" trait in his race, believing that this trait will surely bring him trouble.
Just like dragons never admit their "greed," Safir thinks that everything he possesses belongs to him and should always have been his.
The demon race does not feel that they are controlled by "desire." In the eyes of Your Majesty the Demon King, he might even be seen as someone who practices restraint.
But right now, even Your Majesty the Demon King must admit that, driven by desire, he has done something very bold and offensive, even if this offense was not intentional.
He confused Lin Lin. The demon race is born with the talent to confuse others.
While Your Majesty the Demon King feels extremely anxious, he also very much hopes to "gain" Lin Lin or earn her rewards.
He originally just wanted Lin Lin to gently touch his head and face like she usually did, but when Lin Lin looked at him unguarded and a bit confused, the young man became overly excited.
When they looked into each other’s eyes, the purple pupils of the demon race disturbed Lin Lin’s thoughts.
Like a fog that clouded the human woman’s mind, it began to feel chaotic and slow.
She made a more affectionate gesture.
The human woman’s soft palm moved down along the Demon King’s neck, brushing over the sweat on his chest, leaving faint red marks. The Demon King turned red in the face; this action was a bit beyond what he imagined.
Oh no, it can’t be said like that; Lin Lin would make this move, the Demon King likely had thought about it, but that thought didn’t last long—it floated away lightly—and when his thought became a reality, the Demon King started to panic because of the situation.
His feelings were not guilt from human moral shame, but rather a fear of Lin Lin being angry when she woke up.
In standard demon race thinking, being found out was more worrying than having done something wrong.
The young man looked away from Lin Lin’s gaze, hoping they wouldn’t make eye contact; that way, he felt a little better.
He trembled as he opened himself up, hoping to attract the other person with this appearance, while vaguely remembering that Lin Lin might not like such a flashy look.
He might should act a little more reserved, but Lin Lin was touching him.
He might should stop Lin Lin, but Lin Lin was touching him.
He might should say no, but Lin Lin was touching him.
What if she really stopped touching him?
What a loud noise, it makes my head spin, thought Lin Lin.
The sweet scent spread around her, as if a giant piece of candy was wrapping her up.
Why does my head feel so heavy?
Lin Lin frowned, realizing something was wrong around her.
Rain.
The sound of the rain is sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes far away, and sometimes close.
A sweet fragrance fills the whole room, and its strength makes people dizzy.
Her hands were very wet, and someone bit their lip and let out a muffled sound, as if they were afraid of waking her up.
A beam of white light passed through her mind; the pure power of light could help people clear away the binds on their body and mind and free them from others’ control.
Lin Lin blinked; this time she felt a little more awake.
But at the same time, she realized that this place was not a dream.
She was trapped in a thick, warm mist.
The human woman held on tightly; the young man who had been biting his lip and looking up curled his body, resting his forehead on her delicate shoulder, hot sweat seeping through his cotton clothes, and he couldn’t help but let out a quiet sob.
The scent became stronger, like a cream puff being torn open, oozing its sweet cream from inside.
Lin Lin suddenly opened her eyes and realized she didn’t know when she had sat on the Demon King’s bed, kneeling between his knees.
The young man’s collar was wide open, his eyes were slightly red, and his lips were bright red from biting them. His clothes hung loosely on him, and from his collarbone down were tiny red marks, some places already swollen and red.
Ah.
Even Lin Lin, who had seen many storms, was momentarily stunned.
She thought for a moment.
The young man, who had just rested his forehead on her shoulder, seemed to panic like a shadow afraid of light, and quickly pulled away the layers of blankets around him, wrapping himself tightly.
It was quite a strange situation; Lin Lin wiped her hands on the blanket beside her and looked at the cocooned figure.
He was so flustered that a strand of his shiny black hair stuck out, not fully rolled in, like a fox’s tail.
Lin Lin glanced at the edge of the bed again; the black curtain hung down in layers, and there was no sound of rain outside, everything was peaceful.
She was controlled by the illusion of the demon race.
When learning magic, Lin Lin did not know much about illusions, because in this world, their power is very weak. Even the strongest illusion cannot completely create a false impression; it can only confuse a person’s mind.
In Lin Lin’s view, this kind of illusion is even less useful than hypnosis in modern society, as hypnosis at least gives the feeling of reaching a certain place.
Just like earlier, although she was deceived by the illusion, she clearly knew that the figure in front of her was Your Majesty the Demon King, and they were indeed sitting together.
Those memories had not completely disappeared.
Lin Lin looked at her palm; even though she had just wiped it on the blanket, sticky sweat still seeped between her fingers.
A scene flashed through Lin Lin’s mind.
Her face felt hot, and she experienced a strange feeling of embarrassment and anger.
She now understands why Safir always gets angry and uses the word "offend"; she really feels offended.
She is also a bit angry.
Lin Lin is not emotionally dull; on the contrary, because of her emotional talent, she always unconsciously creates a comfortable atmosphere for others.
She is just… straightforward.
Someone once described Lin Lin’s emotional ups and downs with the word "straightforward." During school and into her work life, there were many who expressed their feelings for Lin Lin, but she always showed a kind of puzzling honesty that made them come closer with dreams, only to leave peacefully as if chanting a Buddhist scripture.
Even when Allen, one of the orca brothers, kissed the corner of Lin Lin’s eye, she could boldly ask him, "Do you like me?"
Because she has no burdens in her heart.
She can ask those questions frankly and openly.
But this time, perhaps because the Demon King’s actions were too outrageous, Lin Lin only feels embarrassed and does not have her usual calm.
"Dirty!" Lin Lin spat out the word.
Maybe the word was too harsh, and the nearby cicada pupa shivered.
"Disgusting!" Lin Lin spoke again.
Lin Lin stood up.
The young man, who had been curled up, awkwardly crawled out from under the blanket and anxiously hugged one of Lin Lin’s legs, begging her not to leave.
"Don’t be mad at me!" Your Majesty the Demon King said with tears in his eyes, "I didn’t mean to."
The human woman did not believe him at all and remained furious, "Scum."
But clearly, she completely misunderstood his insults. The Demon King thought she had seen through his lies.
"I’m sorry, I did it on purpose, I meant to do it. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time."
Clearly, Your Majesty the Demon King knows that "honesty" is a virtue, but he does not understand that sometimes "dishonesty" can be better.
Lin Lin felt blank because of these words.
"I will kill you!"
She punched the other person in the face and then grabbed the young man’s neck.
The young man already had red marks on his neck, and her hand pressed against his hot skin.
This is a spring day in the demon race. His body temperature was hotter than hers.
The blood vessels in his neck pulsed with excitement, but he pretended to be weak.
When Lin Lin pinned the young man on the bed, he remained still, showing a pitiful look.
Lin Lin’s face turned red. Of course, it was from anger.
And there was a subtle feeling that made her anxious and tense; she had to act strong enough so that the other person wouldn’t see her confusion.
The eyes of the demon race naturally held a power to confuse, and the sweet scent made one’s head spin.
But maybe it was because the light type was resistant to dark powers.
Those illusions did not affect her as strongly.
When warm breath spilled from the young man’s lips and his voice softly pleaded with her.
She really couldn’t refuse.
