The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The ceremony went very smoothly.

The virgin blood offered to the Lord of Pleasure has dissipated, the spatial passage has opened, and the succubus's summons has been answered.

The figure appearing in the video on the altar was not the alluring, seductive figure of previous years' ceremonies.

The archbishops, bishops, and ordinary cultists of the Lust and Pleasure faction watched as a round object fell from the sky and landed right in the center of the altar.

archbishop:"……"

bishop:"……"

Cult members: "..."

The archbishop recalled the summoning ceremony he had held; there were no problems with the procedure, and as in previous years, the offerings were made from the purest blood of hundreds of innocent maidens.

This is a ritual to summon a succubus. The procedure is correct, and the offerings are correct. So how come... a "ball" was summoned?

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the "sphere" that fell out of the spatial passage was actually a large amount of cloth wrapped around a creature, which gave it its round and plump appearance.

The fabric didn't completely cover the creature at the center of the sphere; at least its hands, feet, head, and a small section of its tail were exposed.

Judging from the heart-shaped pupils and heart-shaped tail, what came in response to the summoning ritual was indeed a succubus, a servant of the Lord of Pleasure.

For some reason, this succubus was different from previous years. The fabric that should have only covered her breasts was so thick that it wrapped her up like a ball, which affected her normal movement.

This succubus... something's off about her style.

To the astonishment of the cultists, the sphere rolled once, and the exposed head looked around, emitting a seductive voice.

"Where did this come from? Is this still De Miller?"

Kappa surveyed his surroundings and immediately spotted a ninth-tier professional and four eighth-tier professionals.

Based on their distinctive attire, it can be concluded that the five men are the archbishop and bishop of the Lust and Pleasure faction, respectively.

The summoning ritual was successfully intervened, and the succubus who was supposed to be summoned from the Netherworld Prison was replaced by the succubus.

Then you can do whatever you want and stall until Lord Shadow arrives.

With one ninth-rank, four eighth-rank, and a large number of low-ranking cultists present, Capa couldn't handle the fighting power.

The archbishop's doubts did not last long.

Because a succubus was indeed summoned, but it only summoned a little more cloth than intended, which did not affect the subsequent ritual procedures.

The next step is to welcome the succubus and invite the Lord of Pleasure's servant to mate with the chosen cultist.

Then arrange a residence for the summoned succubus in the main plane, place the mascot... and the dwelling place for the familiar will be complete.

The "cloth ball" on the altar rolled clumsily once more, and the exposed head finally aligned itself with the archbishop. Capa blinked his signature heart-shaped pupils, struggling to make out the most powerful presence before him through the layers of fabric—the archbishop of the Lust and Pleasure faction.

The archbishop took a deep breath, suppressing the myriad doubts in his heart. His face once again contorted into a fervent, obsequious smile befitting doctrinal standards. He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke in the most respectful tone:

"Household of the Lord of Supreme Pleasure, great succubus! I am Edgar More, the Archbishop of the Lust and Pleasure faction, the earthly agent of the Lord of Pleasure. Your arrival bathes this humble altar in supreme glory! Please allow us to offer our warmest welcome!"

His voice echoed across the silent altar square, attempting to reignite the atmosphere of the ceremony. The bishop and cultists behind him, as if awakening from a daze, bowed in unison and said, "Welcome, Your Excellency!"

However, the response from the center of the altar was unexpected by everyone.

Kappa seemed a little... embarrassed by the overly respectful display. She tried to strike an elegant pose, but only made the ball of fabric sway again, and the small part of her heart-shaped tail that was exposed swayed nervously.

She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more in line with the "professional standards" of a succubus, but the coquettish tone tinged with hesitation and confusion only made the scene more eerie:

“Uh… ah, that… I am Archbishop Kappa Edgar, right? Hello, hello.” She paused, her heart-shaped pupils scanning the dark mass of people around her, and the lingering, sweet, metallic scent of virgin semen in the air. “This… the ceremony is quite grand. But… isn’t your process a bit… um… too traditional?”

Archbishop Edgar's smile froze for a moment.

Traditional? Isn't this how the rituals for summoning succubi are done? Offering the purest virgin blood, opening a passage, welcoming the familiar, and then engaging in the most primal celebration of pleasure... What's wrong with that?

“My lord,” Edgar said respectfully, but with a hint of probing in his voice, “you mean…?”

“Oh dear, look!” Kappa seemed to have found a point of entry, and tried to raise a wrist that was almost invisible because it was covered by cloth to indicate her own appearance. “I’m talking about the ‘dress code’! And the opening atmosphere! It’s too…too direct! Not subtle at all! Not elegant at all! Not…well…classy at all!” She tried hard to express her point of view, and the tip of her heart-shaped tail tapped the altar stone beneath her in a hurry.

"Clothing? Style?" Edgar was completely dumbfounded, and the bishops behind him exchanged bewildered glances.

The succubus... dislikes the summoning ritual being too direct? Dislikes... dislikes the lack of clothing?

They stared in disbelief at the “excessive” amount of fabric covering Capa, which almost wrapped her up like a cocoon, making it difficult for her to move.

This is a far cry from the image of a succubus in their minds—one that is almost naked and exudes a deadly allure at all times!

“My Lord,” Edgar’s voice carried a hint of barely perceptible confusion and caution, “the path to pleasure lies in liberating one’s nature and pursuing the purest, most direct sensual pleasures. Our ritual is precisely to offer our most fervent desires and most sincere devotion to the great Lord of Pleasure. Is there… anything wrong with that?”

“No! Absolutely no!” Capa’s voice suddenly rose, carrying an almost “heartbroken” emotion, though it seemed somewhat comical despite being wrapped in cloth. “Purely direct? Archbishop Edgar, you’re too superficial! True pleasure lies in ‘playing hard to get,’ in ‘the beauty of mystery,’ in ‘the fusion of souls’!” She swayed her body, trying to emphasize, “Look at me, this is called ‘half-concealed beauty,’ this is called ‘finally emerging after much coaxing’! This is the highest form of seduction! Don’t you understand? Stripping naked right away is so boring! What’s the difference between this and animal mating? There’s no artistry at all! Not elegant at all!”