Chapter 3: The devil will be protesting

The following day, Sylvia woke up, her body aching all over. She thought after a night of wild lovemaking like yesterday's, she would at least be able to get a good sleep today. However, she had overestimated Timothy's decorum. His small brain was filled with nothing but carnal desires and sex. How could she ever get a good night's rest sleeping next to him?

Belonging to the demon clan, Timothy was brimming with vitality. As soon as dawn touched the sky, he was wide awake. Observing Sylvia, who was nestled into his arm in peaceful slumber, he felt an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. With every sight of Sylvia's sleeping countenance, his desires would come alive, as if she were a potent love potion meant solely for him, setting his heart ablaze with every gaze.

And now, Sylvia lay before him unclothed, her skin bearing the loving imprints of his affection. Her serene, angelic face in sleep and the chaotic traces of their passion etched on her skin formed an intriguing dichotomy, making her allure all the more irresistible. As Sylvia blinked open her eyes, she found Timothy's head gently swaying over her chest, his tongue teasing her sensitive areas, rousing her from sleep. With a gentle tap on Timothy's head, she murmured, "I want to sleep more."

"Mm, you sleep well," Timothy replied, lifting his head to plant a kiss on the corner of Sylvia's mouth. Then he continued to lay on her chest, playing with her breasts. Sylvia was left speechless. It seemed she wouldn't be able to get any more sleep.

Sylvia glanced at the dawn light on the floor and knew it was already early morning. Timothy, not distinguishing between day and night when it came to sex, saw Sylvia was awake. His mischievous hands began to climb up Sylvia's thighs, finding their way to her intimate place.

The two had been very unrestrained the previous night. Sylvia was too tired to resist, and as a demon, Timothy lacked the sense of cleaning up after the act. Therefore, remnants of Timothy's seed still clung to Sylvia. Timothy slipped two fingers into her, still tight, while his thumb teased the sensitive nub hidden above.

"Timothy..." Sylvia's voice came out raspy, a result of the passionate exclamations from their escapade the night before, "Don't you have anything else to occupy yourself with?"

In response, Timothy pressed a tender kiss on Sylvia's cheek, playfully retorting, "What could possibly be more important? We're in the blush of newlywed bliss; naturally, we should seize the moment and revel in our shared passion."

After saying this, Timothy whispered into Sylvia's ear, "You were so passionate yesterday, calling out my name, asking me to…"

Hearing Timothy's words, Sylvia's face flushed red instantly. Sylvia was known to everyone as gentle, virtuous, quiet, and modest. This was the first time in her life she had been so unrestrained, and thinking back, she wished she could bury her face in the sheets.

She did exactly that, but Timothy fought her for the sheets, enthusiastically enjoying her shy appearance. "Don't hide, let me get a good look at you," Timothy teased. "We're husband and wife now, there's no need to be so coy. You're going to be saying a lot more things like that in the future."

Hearing this, Sylvia's face turned even redder. Timothy laughed and leaned over to kiss her, starting from her forehead to her nose, and then from her nose to her lips. His fingers moved back to her lower half. He stared at Sylvia's eyes, his gaze filled with love.

"Say more, I like hearing it," he said. Sylvia blushed and refused to speak. Timothy didn't press her, continuing his actions. When he saw her body reacting to his touch, he asked Sylvia to turn around, lifted her waist, and entered her.

With every thrust, Sylvia's body trembled slightly. Timothy's lower body hitting against her firm butt felt as if he were crashing into Sylvia's chest. He straightened his body and looked down to see his manhood, veined and hard, moving in and out of Sylvia.

Sylvia was gasping for air, her body shaking with every thrust, holding tightly onto the rumpled bedsheets for support. The fluids from her body trickled down her thighs, leaving spots on the red sheets. Sylvia was a mess, her sensitive peaks grazing against the sheets, giving her a sort of painful pleasure with every movement of Timothy.

Timothy held onto her waist and thrust forward, the hot pillar grinding against her inner walls. The sight of his member being eagerly swallowed by her turned his feelings of pity for Sylvia into carnal desires. With a hard thrust deep into her, he hit a soft spot. Sylvia's body reacted with pleasure, and she climaxed, with Timothy following right after her.

Subsequently, Sylvia lay sprawled on the bed, drained and content, not wishing to stir. In contrast, Timothy, still fueled by exuberant vitality, showered Sylvia with kisses, tracing a path from her neck down to her tailbone. In the ensuing month following their wedding, the newlyweds remained cloistered within their chamber, completely absorbed in their fervor, often overlooking even the attendants who arrived with their meals.

About this, George was very dissatisfied. As one of the five great demon generals, George was knowledgeable about astronomy and geography, and he was erudite and talented. He could be considered the brain of the demon clan. This brain of the demon clan was not only knowledgeable, but he also could write poetry, paint, sing, dance, and even stir a big spoon in the kitchen. In other words, aside from fighting with people, he knew how to do almost everything. The demon clan esteemed powerful forces, so a deviant like George, with a developed mind and a weak body, had always been discriminated against by his own clan. Until he met Timothy.

From the moment of his birth, the demon king, who had a great strength, said to him, "You know so much, come work for me." From then on, George not only lost his happiness, but also lost his hair. His emotions and desires were eroded away by an endless pile of reports, and his eyes lost their luster. He became an emotionless tool for reviewing reports under the demon king. After the demon king's wedding, for every passing day, resentment accumulated around George.

Until he could no longer bear it, he knocked on the door of the demon king's chamber, wanting to request an audience. After a long time, the palace door opened for him, and an extremely thick lascivious smell hit him in the face. But George had no reaction, because he had already lost worldly desires.

"What is it?" Timothy, wearing a dark red silk robe, was annoyed. He had just been coaxing Sylvia to do that thing with her mouth, was about to succeed, and then someone who didn't know better came to disrupt!

George respectfully bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, I know that you and the demon queen are deeply in love. However, there are heavy state affairs, and the reports that come every day have piled up into a mountain." Although George usually reviews the reports, he is not the monarch of the demon clan after all. There are some things that he cannot overstep the king's authority and make decisions for Timothy, "The frontline battles are tense, various things within the clan are chaotic, please consider the state, and put the demon clan first."

Timothy ground his back teeth, impatiently waved his hand, and said, "Alright, I got it, is there anything else? If not, you can go." George knew at a glance that Timothy didn't take this to heart, so he knelt on both knees, his voice very miserable, "Your Majesty! I am going to die!"

"You enjoy yourself day and night, but I haven't slept for half a month!" George wanted to cry, but his dry and red eyes couldn't squeeze out tears, "The other day, while I was reviewing reports, I fainted. I beg your kindness, please pity me, take on some of the reports yourself for a few days!"

"My eyes have gone blurry from reviewing, and I can't see the words on the reports anymore!" Before Timothy's marriage, the reports were split seven to three, George seven, Timothy three. Now that Timothy is married, spending his days leisurely with Sylvia in the palace, all the reports, originally split seven to three, were entirely piled onto George, making his life unbearable.

George's misery, of course, wasn't meant for Timothy to see. Timothy was proud and arrogant. As long as he didn't want to, even if George were to throw himself against a pillar right then to make a point, he wouldn't bat an eye. But Sylvia was different. In George's mind, Sylvia was the embodiment of kindness and gentleness. As long as the demon queen heard his cries, she would definitely speak for him.

Indeed, a slightly hoarse female voice came from behind the numerous layers of curtains. Sylvia said, "Timothy, you are the demon king, and the country cannot be without a monarch for even a day. This is your responsibility." Even after hearing Sylvia speak, Timothy was still unwilling, "But if I have to review reports every day, I won't be able to accompany you."

"The palace is spacious and lonely. How would you live alone? It would be very lonely." Sylvia thought to herself: I wouldn't.

"You have to come back to sleep every night, don't you." Sylvia knew well that in order to deal with Timothy, she had to go with the flow. "But I won't be here during the day," said Timothy. "You'll be bored. You'll miss me."

"I'm not idle every day either," Sylvia said. "State affairs are important. You should listen to George, don't spend too much energy on women, put more on political affairs."

"I didn't put it on women..." Timothy felt a bit wronged, "All my energy is on you."

Timothy's words were a bit indirect, Sylvia, who was in bed, blushed, and said, "If you could spend time on state affairs, I would have time to cook for you." Hearing that Sylvia would cook for him, Timothy's eyes lit up, "Sylvia, you're going to cook for me?"

Sylvia was an exceptional cook. If she put her mind to being a chef, she would certainly be a sought-after head chef for many restaurants. Timothy had not tasted Sylvia's home-cooked meals for a long time, and he felt a bit greedy when he thought about it.

Seeing that Timothy was tempted, Sylvia added, "I'll prepare meals every day at noon, bring them to the royal study, stay with you until dusk, then come back, take a bath, and wait for you, how does that sound?" Timothy couldn't refuse, so George finally got what he wanted, his first vacation since becoming a demon general.

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