The early morning sun rose, casting its cold golden rays across the luxurious suite, piercing the silk velvet curtains to illuminate two bodies that had spent the entire night in a ridiculous, absurd attempt to sleep. They spent those hours desperately trying to lean into each other to fake intimacy, only to recoil in utter panic moments later to avoid any unwanted physical contact!
During that long night, Female Elliot discovered another terrifying reality: Michael, in his new demonic body, possessed a snoring habit that sounded like a blaring air-raid siren!
In the old world, his snoring was merely annoying within normal limits. But now—clinging together in terror on a single bed like newlyweds just to avoid raising suspicion—that snoring became akin to a deafening electromagnetic blast! Elliot was forced awake over eight consecutive times in the middle of the night by the horrific vibrations of his snores, to say nothing of the sheer panic, extreme tension, and absolute discomfort caused by the weight of Michael’s massive arm resting over her in its new size!
Elliot was mentally and physically exhausted to the absolute limit. Her shining eyes radiated helpless fatigue as she replayed the reel of harsh procedures and embarrassing scenarios they had orchestrated yesterday to pull off this filthy deception.
The two had sat together yesterday reviewing the list of loopholes that could expose the night as a fraud to the Alliance’s observers.
The first and most dangerous thread was the absence of defloration blood on the white linens, since they obviously hadn’t engaged in sex! Furthermore, they realized with immense embarrassment that they needed to stain the mattress with bodily fluids indicative of a passionate night to complete the visual elements of the ruse.
Only yesterday did the two authors grasp the terrifying, humiliating depth of the details they were forced to fake, leaving the risk of exposure and being sent to the gallows at an alarmingly high percentage!
That psychological burden was suffocating them. But they recalled that the three assessors supervising their night would record in their official reports that "Michael" suffered from premature ejaculation, finishing his business in mere seconds!
That sick rumor—despite dealing a crushing blow to Michael’s pride as a male—ultimately saved them from a massive predicament. They no longer needed to drench every corner of the bed with fluids to make the night appear genuine!
During those desperate moments last night, Elliot had temporarily reverted to her original male form and inflicted a minor cut on his finger using a small fruit knife resting beside the dessert platter in the suite. As drops of his red human blood flowed, he stained a specific spot on the sheet to mimic the neat mark of lost innocence in full detail! In truth, Elliot had initially considered asking Michael to donate a drop of his own blood instead, but quickly caught himself upon remembering that Michael’s current body was purely demonic; had the guards tested the blood, the trick would have unraveled instantly upon discovering demonic blood instead of a human virgin’s!
The farce didn’t stop there. Elliot, in her female form, had to request that Michael bite her shoulder tightly to leave a dark red mark proving intimacy! Michael couldn’t stomach the thought of biting Elliot while in his original male form, nearly vomiting in sheer disgust at the mere concept!
And now.. after that grueling night had passed, nothing remained for them but to feign physical exhaustion to complete the convincing illusion.
Suddenly, Elliot’s reminiscing was cut short.
CLICK... CREAK!
Without warning, the suite’s massive wooden doors swung wide open without permission!
Elliot, who was already awake and trying to pretend she had just stirred with the sound of the door, was startled, while Michael remained plunged in a deep, heavy sleep!
Elliot raised her female torso with deliberate slowness, clutching the sheet to cover her torn dress, and glared toward the intruders.. Three demon maidservants stood there, complete with small horns and uniform appearances! One of them channeled her specialized magic, releasing a fragrant magical steam across the room through a minor spell, instantly smothering the air in a pungent, sweet aroma that swept away any lingering unpleasant odors!
Michael inhaled the potent, enchanting scent, opening his eyes in annoyance as he stirred awake, sitting up on the bed while rubbing his heavy demonic forehead.
The three maidservants began wheeling in mobile carts laden with lavish gifts from the suite’s threshold. They refrained from approaching the bed out of caution, settling for lining up the ornate boxes right in the middle of the spacious room.
Michael didn’t comprehend what was happening at first, but he clearly noticed that the maidservants’ gazes directed specifically at him were overflowing with a bizarre cocktail of contempt, pity, and thinly veiled mockery!
The first maid bowed, her voice carrying a mechanical tone laced with sarcasm: "A blessed marriage to Lady (Elyona Ferhat) and Lord (Michael Zifran).. Your respective families have dispatched official wedding gifts this morning!"
The second maid stepped forward and opened the first chest, pulling out a massive manual and displaying it before their astonished eyes:
"This is the gift from Lord Michael’s elder brother.. It arrived at the break of dawn.. A book titled: «How to Retain Your Ejaculation for as Long as Possible Like a Fierce Virile Man!»"
Blood rushed straight to Michael’s head, and he nearly collapsed from a cardiac arrest right then and there from the sheer, direct humiliation he had just received before his friend and complete strangers! A burning, entirely new wave of hatred flared in his depths toward this demonic "elder brother," even if he had never laid eyes on him in his life!
The maid didn’t stop there. She moved to the second box and pulled out another smaller booklet wrapped in opulent binding with an official seal.. Unwrapping it carefully, she pulled out a folded sheet of parchment and read it aloud with zero regard for privacy or manners:
"And now.. the gift from General (Holmes Zifran).. Which also arrived this morning: «Sexually satisfying the lady is the single most vital component in siring the Great Child of Destiny.. And you—in your pitiful state—will certainly never be able to satisfy her sexually! Therefore, this is the catalog for the "Hellberts" order.. You may purchase the highest quality and largest synthetic phalluses from them to satisfy the lady and bring her to climax, while you simply step in for the final seconds of insemination!»"
At that precise moment, Michael—who had never suffered from any issues of this nature in his original life—felt a wild, insane urge to sprint out, track down those sick assessors who had concocted this rumor, and slaughter them one by one in the most gruesome ways imaginable!
Yet the nightmare wasn’t over! The maid pulled out a massive tool made of high-grade magical silicone from the exact same box. Its shape was unmistakably clear, accompanied by a small card that she read in a cold, matter-of-fact voice:
"The General concludes with: «Work hard, my son!»"
Michael’s hands trembled with blazing fury. His fingers twitched with a burning desire to leap from the bed, snatch the sharp fruit knife, and plunge it straight into these demon maids to snuff out their breath once and for all!