Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

It was nighttime, and Azura, along with the other Sea Serpent girls, had already left.

"Go to the sleeping quarters? Hmph, not a chance."

Hiding in his room, Timothy pulled out his brush and paper, his mind already made up.

Even though Sylvia's eyes had shimmered with a soft, heart-melting beauty as she left, this time, he wasn't going to fall for it again.

Without the Beast Monarch Essence to craft the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill, no matter how soft the bed or how tempting Sylvia might be...

"Hiss~"

Just thinking about what could happen made Timothy take a deep breath. He silently prayed, Please, no.

After all, he didn't want to end up completely drained at such a young age.

Sure, the goddess was stunning, but his health came first!

Right now, the priority was to quickly improve his strength.

When it came to speeding up his progress, the Enlightenment Body was truly a blessing. It allowed him to gain insight from anything and everything, using those insights to grow stronger.

Timothy glanced around the room, and his eyes eventually settled on the brush and paper in his hands.

He had a feeling that starting with something he was most familiar with might lead to some kind of breakthrough.

"Alright then."

Closing his eyes in thought for a moment, Timothy quickly decided what he would paint.

Dipping his brush into watercolor, the strokes seemed to carry a faint, ethereal mist.

As he held the brush, a sudden flash of inspiration hit him.

With each stroke of the brush on the paper, a sense of life began to emerge.

Before long, a beautiful portrait of a woman appeared on the canvas.

Her lips were like flower petals, her teeth like pearls, and she had an otherworldly grace—flawless and breathtaking.

The elegant figure and the pure, unmatched beauty were unmistakably Sylvia.

In no time, half of the portrait was complete.

Not only did it perfectly capture Sylvia's appearance and figure, but it also conveyed her cool, distant aura.

However, there was one part Timothy hadn't painted yet.

"Uh, I kinda forgot the size."

Timothy awkwardly clenched his fists in front of his chest, sometimes spreading them wider, sometimes bringing them closer together, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Sylvia's figure was just slightly above average.

Big, but perfectly proportioned, complementing her body's graceful curves.

But it was precisely this size that was hard to remember.

Especially with the dim lighting in the sleeping quarters—sometimes he was in a rush, sometimes she was in a rush—and somehow, he hadn't managed to fully commit it to memory!

Sure, the feel of it was etched in his mind, but the exact size...

"Ahem."

Timothy coughed awkwardly, racking his brain but still unable to recall it.

He had hoped to use the painting to gain some insight, but he never expected to get stuck on something like this!

"Goddess, just how big was it…?"

Timothy was completely lost in thought, trying hard to recall those forgotten details.

Just then—

Creak~

The door quietly opened with a soft sound.

Timothy looked over, and under the flickering candlelight, the figure that stepped into the room was none other than Sylvia.

"Unbelievable! You actually stood me up!"

Sylvia stormed into the room, her eyes filled with frustration as she glared at Timothy.

But soon, her gaze shifted to the desk where Timothy had been sitting. On the table were brushes, ink, and paper, and it seemed like something had been drawn on the white sheet.

"What... what are you drawing?" Sylvia asked, her curiosity piqued as she leaned in.

"Nothing, nothing, just doodling," Timothy quickly tried to cover it up.

"Yeah, right. I don't believe you."

Sylvia suddenly stepped to the left, trying to peek through the gap.

But Timothy was quick to react, stepping left as well, blocking her view.

Sylvia moved to the right, and Timothy mirrored her again, keeping the drawing hidden.

"Ugh..."

Frustrated, Sylvia stopped in her tracks, glaring at Timothy with a mix of annoyance and determination.

Then, without warning, she moved swiftly, her figure flickering as she disappeared from where she stood, reappearing behind Timothy in the blink of an eye.

Before Timothy could stop her, Sylvia had already seen the drawing.

"This... this is..."

Sylvia froze for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise.

The drawing was of her.

Timothy's skill and his understanding of her were evident. Every detail, from her facial features to the graceful curves of her figure, was captured with stunning accuracy.

Even the aura of cold elegance she carried was somehow infused into the painting, giving it a faint, ethereal chill, as if it resonated with the Sky Sanctuary itself.

But there was one glaring issue...

"Where's the... chest? Why didn't you draw the chest?"

The painting was nearly perfect, but it was missing something crucial in a rather important area.

"Well, uh, this is a bit embarrassing," Timothy admitted, scratching his head awkwardly. "I didn't get a good enough look. I remembered the rest of the details, but I just... forgot that part. I wanted the painting to be precise, so I didn't want to guess."

"This..." Sylvia was at a loss for words.

The painting was undeniably well done, even with the missing piece. But that small imperfection left a noticeable void, making it feel incomplete.

If the painting could be finished, it would undoubtedly be breathtaking.

But the issue of not remembering the size...

Sylvia glanced down for a brief moment before quickly looking away, her face turning slightly red under the candlelight, unable to hide her growing embarrassment.

"Tim... Timothy."

When she spoke again, her voice had a slight tremble to it.

Timothy blinked, confused. He hadn't expected the goddess to suddenly act so... strange.

"Give me your hand."

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she bit her lip.

The atmosphere had shifted so suddenly that anyone would have noticed something was off.

Trusting her, Timothy extended his arm.

He soon felt Sylvia's soft, delicate hand wrap around his, gripping it tightly, almost forcefully.

What is she doing? Timothy wondered, his curiosity growing.

Just moments ago, Sylvia had seemed happy when she saw the painting, but now, after just a few words, she was acting... different. Even her face was—

"Wait, could it be...?"

Suddenly, Timothy realized something wasn't right.

Nothing had happened, so why would the goddess be blushing?

Smack.

Before he could finish his thought, he felt his hand being guided by Sylvia, and in an instant, it was pressed against her chest.

Soft. Warm. Full.

Like... cotton candy.

Timothy was completely stunned.

"I-I just thought it would help you get the proportions right," Sylvia stammered, trying her best to maintain her dignity as the Holy Emperor.

But in this moment, especially with Timothy's hand instinctively giving a slight squeeze, she found it impossible to stay calm.

Under the flickering candlelight, her usually serene and flawless face was now flushed, as red as the most beautiful sunset.