Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Coming to from the darkness, Timothy suddenly felt a cool, soft sensation on his chest, like a gentle touch.

Following this slightly intoxicating coolness, he thought he could hear the pounding of a fervent heart.

Instinctively, Timothy reached out in that direction.

"Wow, it's so big and soft. Wait, what is this incredibly nice thing I'm touching?"

Suddenly realizing something was off, Timothy's eyes snapped open, and he found that he had even given it a little squeeze—it was...

"Cough, honey, let me explain, this was an accident!" Timothy quickly withdrew his hand, a sheepish smile on his face.

But he soon realized that Sylvia wasn't angry,instead, she looked at him with a hint of pity.

"Don't move, just lie still. You might have refined your body with the Enlightenment Body to harness thunder magic, but your body can't yet withstand such powerful lightning. You've got some serious internal injuries right now, and we need to stabilize them with a lot of spiritual energy as soon as possible."

Sylvia, looking concerned, gently placed her hand on Timothy's chest, ready to transfer spiritual energy.

"Haha, you still care about me, don't you?" Timothy, propping himself up to sit, grinned triumphantly.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still? You could damage your meridians..." Sylvia chided, pressing him down.

"I can't help it, I've been unconscious for over ten minutes and haven't seen my beautiful wife's face. I can't bear to lie down without taking a good look at you."

"You! Even now, all you can do is spout these sweet nothings."

Though Sylvia said this, she lightly flicked her hair, unable to hide a trace of joy in her heart.

"I, Timothy, a true man, would never lie to my own wife!"

"So what exactly are you trying to do? The suppressed thunder inside you is becoming unstable and violent. If we don't infuse a large amount of spiritual energy soon, it could damage your spiritual foundation," Sylvia said, clearly worried.

"What I want is..." Timothy smiled slightly. "Isn't my body's turmoil supposed to be suppressed with a lot of spiritual energy? Besides using hands, there are other ways, right?"

"Other ways? What other ways could there be?" Sylvia wondered, but then she noticed Timothy's gaze fixed on her lips.

In an instant, she swallowed her words, her cheeks turning crimson as if she were a late-blooming flower hiding behind green leaves.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm really weak right now,only you can take advantage of me."

"This... Okay. I'll consider it part of your healing process, I... reluctantly agree just this once." Agreeing to such a thing made Sylvia feel overwhelmingly shy.

"You're so understanding!"

"Stop talking."

"Alright, I'll stop. I know you're worried."

"You!"

"Mmm~"

Spiritual energy flowed into Timothy's body like a gentle stream.

The energy from Goddess Sylvia was not only immense but also exceptionally pure.

Each strand of spiritual energy was mysterious and carried a faint, sweet fragrance.

It streamed into Timothy's body, quickly suppressing the chaotic energies within.

All the resisting, disordered spiritual energies were effortlessly destroyed, healing Timothy's body and even greatly enhancing his constitution.

However, the spiritual energy from Sylvia began to grow more turbulent.

As time passed, the initially cool and icy sensation became somewhat urgent and heated.

Because Timothy's strength was gradually returning, he even began to take control.

After a while, the two finally separated.

Sylvia covered her mouth lightly, her heartbeat quickening, and she gazed at Timothy with a hint of reproach.

Timothy chuckled, "Heh, honey, bet you didn't see that coming. My skills have improved leaps and bounds."

"Hmph, only because I'm not at my best today!" Sylvia stomped her foot, completely taken aback that she, the supreme goddess, had been outdone in a kiss by Timothy!

From an evenly matched start to being gradually dominated—if it had continued...

"Now that your spiritual energy is restored, you should rest properly. I need to deal with matters concerning the various Sects." Sylvia huffed, her dress sweeping up a fragrant breeze as she left the chamber.

"Ah, my wife is perfect in every way, just a bit too shy," Timothy sighed with a smile, stretching his body.

At that moment, he was astonished to find that not only had his body fully recovered, but he was also brimming with spiritual power, feeling as if he had endless energy.

And to think, he hadn't used any of the system's healing techniques.

Such was the effect of the spiritual energy from Goddess Sylvia—truly astonishing!

And that was just from kissing his wife. If they were to...

Timothy shook his head, not daring to imagine further.

More importantly, with his current frail body, he probably couldn't withstand much more.

...

Upon Sylvia's return, all the major Sects reaffirmed their loyalty and submission, with many swearing oaths or establishing contracts on the spot.

Sylvia nodded in agreement and promised to protect them in the name of Goddess Sylvia.

Thus, the number of Sects under the Sky Sanctuary had grown to over a hundred.

While the Sects pledged their loyalty to the Sky Sanctuary, which in turn promised them protection, they also made a request.

They hoped that Timothy would visit their Sects to share his wisdom.

Everyone knew the terrifying heights Timothy would reach in the future. Ostensibly inviting him to speak about the great paths, the Sects actually hoped to seize this opportunity to curry favor with him.

"Timothy, I hear you're quite interested in swordsmanship. Our Sword Peak Sect has a millennia-old tradition. If you come to speak at Sword Peak Sect, I will personally teach you the secret sword techniques passed down from our old masters, ensuring you become a true Sword Sage!"

"Or perhaps Timothy should first visit our Cloud Pavilion Sect. Our female disciples are all exceptionally charming. Who knows, maybe after your visit, the goddess might gain a daughter-in-law!"

Just as the leader of the Cloud Pavilion Sect finished speaking, they suddenly felt a terrifying chill emanating from Sylvia.

Although they couldn't figure out what they had said wrong, they were so frightened that they immediately shut up.

"Thank you, Goddess Sylvia, for your grace. On behalf of the Undead Sanctuary, I wish to establish a century-long alliance with the goddess," a voice suddenly said, causing a stir among everyone present.

Sanctuaries, passed down from ancient times, are mysterious and vast powers.

Each Sanctuary has its own pride and is unwilling to submit to anyone.

No one expected that even the Undead Sanctuary would now express its submission to Goddess Sylvia!