Chapter 200: The Next Demon King
In the face of Ophelia’s order, the demon girl began to laugh as if it were a joke. She let out a nervous and forced laugh, erroneously assuming that her sovereign was playing with her to relieve the enormous tension in the atmosphere.
No one in their right mind would ask a border sentinel to strip naked at her own lookout post unless it was a punishment or a bad joke.
But Ophelia shot her a sharp look that made her entire body vibrate.
The dense mana shone slightly in the queen’s pupils, crushing in a single stroke any attempt at camaraderie or familiarity on the part of her subordinate.
The immense hierarchical pressure of the demonic race fell like a rock on the green-haired young woman’s shoulders.
"Lady Ophelia." She said with a trembling voice. "Is this not a joke?"
Her horns trembled slightly as she took a clumsy step backward, pressing her back against the cold white stone of the balcony.
Ophelia crossed her arms in front of her.
"Of course not, just look at how I am dressed, so come on. Hurry up." She ordered, showing her impatience.
"Yes... as you command, Your Majesty..." She said with a trembling voice; her hands and her lips were trembling as well.
Ryan remained in silence, visually analyzing the clothes the young demoness was wearing. Upon Ryan’s inspection, the girl was an infernal-rank demon, assassin class.
Her outfit was like a sort of long-sleeved jacket; she had black gloves on her hands, and a decoration that was similar to that of a maid’s outfit covered the edges of that jacket.
On the lower part, she wore short shorts that revealed her thighs.
And black sneakers, which looked comfortable enough for any labor that required sudden movement or agile combat in the tower.
It was a very light design that prioritized evasion speed over defense.
’I have no opinion to offer here.’ Ryan thought, looking at the still nervous girl as she brought her hands to the collar of her jacket.
He was a simple spectator in this interaction between demon king and sentinel.
However, the idea of his party having special uniforms dedicated to the roles of their functions crossed his mind as he watched the demon girl.
The demon girl, who had now begun to unbutton her jacket, noticed Ryan’s intense gaze fixed entirely upon her body.
Like any ordinary inhabitant of this world who did not know the boy’s mind, she interpreted that cold and meticulous analysis as simple sexual desire.
She blushed even more than she already was and half-turned, clumsily trying to hide the skin that was beginning to be exposed beneath the fabric.
"Could you not look at me like that please? Not even those of my own race have seen me naked..." The girl added timidly, closing her eyes while leaving the jacket on the balcony railing.
’Even though I didn’t intend anything by looking at her.’ Ryan thought, completely downplaying the misunderstanding.
He simply turned toward the front of the railing, giving her his back to observe the mountains and not interrupt the equipment transfer process.
"Hurry up already." Ophelia insisted coldly, completely ignoring the humiliation the sentinel was feeling.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The girl added with a thin voice, hurrying her movements so as not to unleash Ophelia’s wrath.
The sound of tight fabric sliding across skin caught the queen’s attention.
"Wow, they are enormous!" Ophelia said excitedly, completely breaking her formal and serious sovereign tone.
"How did you hide all that in that tiny uniform?"
In the face of the woman’s sudden and loud comment of amazement, Ryan turned his head over his shoulder to verify for himself what Ophelia had spoken about.
Ryan turned around, and yes, her breasts were monumentally enormous, white as snow, bouncing easily with her nervous movements.
They were two massive spheres of soft flesh that completely defied the tight design of the clothes she wore before, swaying from side to side from her body’s tremors.
"Please, Your Majesty, stop saying those things." The girl added when she began to take off her shorts.
She was on the verge of tears out of the shame of seeing herself exhibited.
She placed them on the railing, left only in her black panties before the sight of the two strangers, feeling the freezing wind hit directly against her belly.
Then Ophelia took those clothes without hesitating for a single second.
The girl remained pressed against the white stone wall of the tower, covering herself as best she could.
She forcefully crossed both arms over her large tits and brought her fleshy thighs together, trembling from the shame.
Ophelia looked at Ryan, holding the sentinel’s dark garments in her hands.
She seemed to hesitate for an instant whether or not to tell him to leave so she could change in private, evaluating the decency of the situation.
But then she simply began to dress herself, getting rid of the long shirt he had given her and leaving her own breasts and her pussy completely exposed to the air once again.
Ryan observed her in silence, detailing the sight without blinking as she adjusted the new garments on herself.
’I suppose, for her, there is no point in being shy in front of me anymore.’ Ryan thought. Trying to hide her nudity or demanding privacy after having been penetrated by him in the basement lacked any sense, and both of them knew it perfectly well.
Ophelia, now in her new clothes, handed the shirt to Ryan, but he stored it in his magical inventory.
Ophelia began to look at her new outfit. She smoothed the jacket over her torso and adjusted the black shorts, making sure they covered at least the upper part of her buttocks.
And she looked at Ryan with a flirtatious smile and asked him.
"Do I look weird?"
Ryan did not take long to answer. The dark and tight uniform highlighted Ophelia’s figure much more.
"Not at all, you look very attractive; I think I prefer you like this, in comparison to the dress you were wearing."
Ophelia crossed her arms, which pushed her heavy tits upward beneath the jacket’s neckline, and puffed out the cheeks on her face.
"You only say that because you made me tear my dress." Ophelia grumbled with a tone of fake annoyance.
’I am not going to deny that.’ Ryan thought, remembering how the automatic debt collection had forced the queen to rip her expensive silk clothing.
"Wow, now I look like a sentinel. What memories." The queen said, looking at her own gloves with a certain nostalgia for her days of service in the past.
Then she directed her hard and authoritative gaze at Roxy, who was still huddled and naked against the tower’s stone wall.
And she added.
"Calm down already, in a moment I will send the twins to bring you some clothes."
But the girl, due to her queen’s words, and the incredibly casual behavior she was having with a human.
Decided to take a step forward on the balcony.
Natural curiosity overcame her immense fear for an instant, as she did not comprehend why a human outsider and she were communicating with such familiarity and trust.
"Your Majesty, who is this human?" She asked with curiosity, forgetting for a moment that she was completely naked, leaving her enormous breasts visible.
Upon lowering her arms to formally address her ruler, her pale breasts bounded forcefully once again, completely exposed.
"Ah, you still do not know, that is right." She said, realizing that the young lookout was completely ignorant. The role that the demon queen had planned for Ryan.
The demon queen raised her right arm and extended her open hand toward Ryan, pointing at him directly.
"This man will be the next Demon King."
