Leveling Up by Seducing Milfs-Chapter 125. Confroting The Demon King to His Wife

Rick woke up to sunlight coming through his tent, and his stomach instantly knotted up. "Urghhhh... it’s already morning?"

Today was the day he would meet with Demon King Zork in person to talk about the alliance and, more importantly, the Spirit Bond with Zara.

He was aware that Zork had already granted his request, yet his innate survival instinct warned him that he was about to request permission from the world’s most powerful demon to form a spiritual bond with his wife.

Rick muttered, "I’m so fucked," as he looked up at the tent ceiling.

"I’m going to fucking die in a horrible way."

"This is how I fucking die. Not because of corruption or war, but because I’m an idiot who thinks he can get along with the Demon King’s wife."

"Every main character’s last goal is to kill the Demon King, while here I am trying to cuck him by sharing his wife with me..." Rick sighed.

He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn’t let him. His arms and legs felt heavy, and his chest was tight with worry.

The feeling he experienced prior to significant tests in his previous life was intensified due to the dire consequences of life or death.

"Rick?" Carmilla’s voice came from the door of the tent.

Both she and Natasha were already dressed for the day when they walked in. "Are you all right? You feel unease through the bond."

Rick was able to laugh weakly. "I’m about to have an official meeting with the Demon King to talk about getting along with his wife."

"How do you think I’m doing?"

Natasha sat down on one side of his bed, and Carmilla sat down on the other. Natasha said in her usual analytical tone, "You’re panicking."

"Your heart rate is high, your breathing is shallow, and your muscles are tense because of stress hormones."

Rick said in a dry voice, "Thanks for that medical assessment."

"It’s very helpful."

Carmilla put her hand on his chest, which sent waves of calm through their Unbreakable Bond. "Zork already likes you."

"He saved your life and praised your bravery in public. This meeting is probably just a formality."

Rick said again, "A formality where I ask to spiritually bond with his wife."

"Do you hear how crazy that sounds?"

"It sounds like your job," Natasha said without any emotion. "You’re the Hero of Mature Hearts."

"Your job is to make connections with strong, mature, or older women. The fact that one of them is married makes things more complicated, but not impossible."

Rick wanted to argue, but he didn’t have the energy. His body still wouldn’t move the right way.

"Rick has this irony to say that even after he fucked me, he forced me to say that he was better than her husband." Carmilla giggles while holding her cheek because of the embarrassment.

"D-Don’t try to bring that up in this conversation, especially in front of Natasha...!" Rick panicked.

Carmilla noticed how he looked and shared a look with Natasha. "We need to really calm him down. The meeting will start in an hour." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Okay," Natasha said. "Rick, close your eyes and focus on the bond network."

Rick did what he was told and paid attention to the steady pulses of his connections. He could feel Carmilla’s warm, protective presence, Natasha’s clear, cool mind, Liora’s distant divine light, and even Sylvia’s quiet flame, which was flickering far away.

The network was what kept him grounded and strong.

Carmilla started to rub his shoulders gently while Natasha held his hands. Through their bonds, both sent waves of love and comfort that calmed the anxiety with real love and support.

Carmilla whispered in his ear, "You’re not alone in this."

"We’re with you every step."

Natasha whispered in his other ear, "Even when we can’t be there in person," her usual cold demeanor softened. "You take us with you."

Rick’s body started to relax as they worked on him. Carmilla’s hands moved from his shoulders to his back, where they easily worked out knots of tension. Natasha leaned in and kissed him softly. Her ice-blue eyes were unusually warm.

"Better?" Carmilla asked after a few minutes of this.

Rick checked his arms and legs and found that he could move them again. "Much better."

"Thanks."

"Good," Natasha said as she stood up and smoothed out her robes. "Because the guards will be here soon to take you away."

There was a polite cough from outside the tent, as if on cue. "Rick, the Consort?"

"The Demon King wants you to come to see him right away."

Rick took a deep breath and stood up to get his formal clothes from Carmilla. He noticed that Vyra wasn’t in the tent when he got dressed.

"Oh yeah... I forgot to ask. Where’s Vyra?"

"Krell called her out for an emergency patrol mission about an hour ago," Carmilla said. "Something about corruption scouts close to the edge of the hidden city."

"She’ll be back by night."

Rick nodded and finished getting dressed, trying to look more sure of himself than he really was. He didn’t just see one or two guards when he stepped outside. He saw eight demon warriors in ceremonial armor.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Rick screamed in his mind.

Rick said, "Uh," in a smart way. "Is this really needed?"

The lead guard, a demon with dark blue skin and big horns, nodded in a serious way. "You are meeting with the Demon King and General to talk about things that have to do with your alliance."

"There must be a proper ceremony."

Rick looked back at Carmilla and Natasha, who were watching from the entrance of the tent. "Are you two not coming?"

Carmilla shook her head. "This meeting is only for three people," they said.

"It’s only you, Zork, and Zara."

"Whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here."

"Don’t die," Natasha waved while showing her sarcastic expression.

"N-Nooooo! I want my mommies to come—" One of the guards drags him right away when Rick’s about to jump toward them.

"No more wasting time!" said the demon.

Rick said, "Their faith in me is too much... hahhhhh..."

"Fuck me both ways anyway..." Rick let out a resigned sigh.

The escort formation closed around him, and they started to walk through the demon camp. Rick’s brain went into panic mode right away.

"Okay, think positive thoughts. Zork likes me. He said I had balls of demon steel."

"That’s a good thing, right? That’s a nice thing to say."

"If he was going to kill me later, he wouldn’t have saved me. That wouldn’t be very effective."

"Demons like things that work well. I’m thinking too much about this."

"Oh gods, I’m going to die for sure."

"What if he decides to do something else?"

"What if Zara said something that made him think again?"

"What if he thinks it’s wrong for a human who loves watching porn milf videos to bond with his wife and just crushes my head like a grape?"

"Can I run? There are eight guards, so no."

"I can’t run away from demons. I might be able to teleport."

"No, the emergency scroll is for real emergencies, not because I’m scared."

"Am I a coward? No, I threw myself in front of a Titan of Corruption."

"That’s not something cowards do, but that was a different story."

"That was a gut feeling."

"This represents a deliberate act of terror."

"This is—"

The head guard said, "We’ve arrived, Consort."

Rick blinked and saw that they were in front of a huge tent that could only be the Demon King’s official audience room. The guards moved out of the way, and the flap at the door opened.

"Fuhhh... alright..."

"Focus, Rick, focus!"

Rick starts to create his own motivation inside his head. "THIS IS FOR THE GENERAL’S MARRIED PUSSY!!!"

Rick’s legs moved on their own, propelling him inside before his mind could fully grasp what was happening. The interior was spacious and surprisingly well-furnished with items crafted by demons.

One wall was lined with maps, while another displayed an array of weapons. At the center of the room, Demon King Zork sat on a throne that appeared to have been carved from a single massive bone.

Zara stood beside the throne, smiling and waving as if they were old friends catching up for lunch when Rick entered. It felt as though they were engaged in a formal political meeting.

Rick’s survival instincts kicked in immediately. Even seated, Zork was overwhelming.

The Demon King radiated power like the sun radiates heat. It was difficult to ignore and slightly painful to be near, causing Rick to feel his knees buckle.

Rick bent down all the way to the ground before he could stop himself. "I humbly ask you, Demon King Zork—"

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