The Night the Demon King Declared Her Bride

“At this round table, you may raise reasonable opinions, even alter my decisions regarding demon race affairs, but…” Iris glanced around the circle, issuing a special warning to Lalaneya and Aviya, “you have no right to interfere in my private matters. I am the Demon King of the demon race. My private affairs require no meddling from you.”

Iris picked up Furenna and walked towards the door, announcing that her decision would not change.

“Meeting adjourned.”

The Four Heavenly Kings’ attitude towards Furenna made it clear to her: the demon race definitely held no goodwill towards her. Life from now on would certainly not be easy. Apart from Iris, probably everyone else wished they could tear her to pieces.

Of course, this situation was also within Furenna’s expectations. After all, who would have a good attitude towards the enemy of their entire race?

So what Furenna hadn’t expected was that when Lalaneya was giving her a hard time, Iris actually spoke up for her, using the Demon King’s authority to refuse any mistreatment of Furenna.

But Furenna wasn’t a fool. She understood very well that everything that happened in this meeting was highly likely a coordinated act between Iris and the Four Heavenly Kings, creating the illusion that “Demon King Iris is someone within the demon race to rely on,” in order to make Furenna lower her guard against Iris.

Moreover, Furenna didn’t believe Iris’s joke about being her fiancée was serious. It was probably to use her to achieve some goal.

Furenna couldn’t possibly view Iris more favorably because of today’s events. On the contrary, she became more vigilant, needing to maintain her guard at all times.

But no matter what, Iris had essentially saved her today; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get out of that situation.

If Furenna had really been forced to kneel at someone’s feet like a dog, even though she had long been mentally prepared, she wouldn’t have been able to accept the possible physical and mental torture that might come with equanimity. Being able to avoid it once was ultimately a good thing.

“What are you thinking about, little kitten? Your brow is so furrowed.”

A wave of warmth touched the center of Furenna’s brow. Iris’s delicate fingers attempted to smooth out Furenna’s furrowed eyebrows.

“Nothing, Master.”

Furenna turned her head away to avoid Iris’s touch. Iris tilted her head and asked,

“And what do you think about the fiancée matter?”

What could she possibly think? She had to take one step at a time now. Since Iris showed no intention of revealing her purpose, Furenna also had no intention of getting entangled in the fiancée topic.

“No opinion, Master.”

Iris adopted a nonchalant attitude. She understood it was impossible to gain Furenna’s trust so quickly and began teasing the Hero instead.

“Oh~~~ Does that mean you agree?”

Adhering to the principle that ‘loose lips sink ships,’ Furenna didn’t answer Iris’s question. Iris didn’t mind either. Carrying Furenna, she walked towards the prepared room and announced Furenna’s task for the next day.

“Then shall we begin the bride training tomorrow?”

“Huh? Master, what did you say?!”

Nightfall.

“What bride training aaahhh—”

On the soft, spacious mattress, the Hero girl named Furenna buried herself in the bedding in a frenzy. While mentally sticking pins into a voodoo doll of Iris, she recalled the shocking news from earlier.

“You’re a succubus, Master?”

After leading Furenna to the room, Iris suddenly dispelled the alchemical disguise on her appearance, revealing her true form.

Black succubus horns, a black tail, and the characteristic pink heart-shaped tip.

Faced with Iris, who had confessed her racial identity, Furenna fell into even higher alert. She had heard of this shameless demon race.

During the war, the succubus clan used their racial talents to seduce and tempt many human generals, making them betray their comrades and become spies.

“Surprised? Indeed, past Demon Kings were basically from the Vampire clan. That’s how humanity records it too, right? By that count, I am indeed a special case.”

Iris released Furenna. The Hero girl, finally regaining her freedom, hurriedly put distance between herself and Iris, watching her warily.

Iris’s identity as a succubus, combined with the pre-arranged fiancée status for Furenna, and now being in a bedroom… Furenna strongly suspected she might be pushed onto the bed immediately.

“Our demon race still values tradition highly, especially regarding the Demon King’s marriage. It requires the Demon King’s partner to learn how to serve the Demon King.”

Iris, however, didn’t mind Furenna’s resistance. Her playful gaze locked onto the Hero, this little bristling kitten.

“Such as in what aspects, Master?”

Furenna frowned. She found it hard to believe the demon race also had something like bride training.

Among mortals, only royalty and the nobility were burdened with such tedious, overcomplicated affairs.

During bride training, it was unavoidable for the bride to be indoctrinated with some… not-for-children knowledge. And Iris’s earlier choice of word, “serve,” made Furenna realize she would probably receive the same treatment.

At this moment, the Hero lady, who wouldn’t even blink facing mountains of swords and seas of flames or severe torture, felt a genuine emotion of fear rising from the bottom of her heart.

“Strength must be sufficient, physique must pass muster, and one must also be knowledgeable in all aspects…”

Iris elaborated on the conditions one by one for Furenna. Hearing these, Furenna sighed in relief. It seemed the demon race didn’t have rules like humans; they were quite liberal.

“However, what I mentioned is merely the foundation. Slight modifications are added based on the specific race of the Demon King.”

… Baaah?

Iris’s sudden turn mercilessly revealed the cruel truth to the relieved Furenna.

“For example, if the Demon King’s race is Vampire, then her future partner would be required to learn how to be an obedient blood s*ave, responsible for providing the Demon King’s primary blood source.”

As Iris spoke of these “terrifying” facts, Furenna couldn’t sit still. She realized she was becoming increasingly emotional, unable to maintain her composure. The changes had started ever since she signed the contract with Iris.

“Blood source? Master, you don’t need that, do you?”

“Of course not. I’m a succubus; I don’t need to drink blood. You also don’t need to learn how to be a blood s*ave.”

Iris watched Furenna’s increasingly loss of composure in her actions and behavior, delighting in her heart. Everything was proceeding according to plan.

“You only need to learn how to be an obedient… plaything. Simple, right?”

Iris snapped her fingers, as if the difficulty level was merely 1+1=2, not advanced mathematics.

“How is that simple, Master?!”

What kind of bridal training was this? This was basically ‘From Zero to Pro: The Untouchable, Exclusive Succubus Training Manual—From Beginner to Mastery’, wasn’t it?!

Furenna understood Iris’s goal. She couldn’t believe that to control her, Iris actually wanted to use such despicable means to ‘train’ her, to make her obey obediently.

That’s right. As long as she turned Furenna into her own little devoted wife, then eventually the contract’s restraints wouldn’t be necessary. Furenna would naturally be willing to work for Demon King Iris, for the demon race…

That situation would absolutely never occur!

Furenna firmly believed it was impossible for her to be defeated by physical desires. No matter how skilled Iris was as a succubus, she could never make her submit!