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

"Freedom? Will?" Edgar let out a cold laugh filled with sarcasm and anger. "The very existence of a succubus is the embodiment of desire! What freedom is there to refuse pleasure? Your resistance is the greatest blasphemy against my lord!" The last shred of patience in his eyes completely vanished, and he shouted sharply, "Do it! 'My Lady', take your positions! Strip away those cumbersome garments! Let her return to her true succubus nature!"

"Yes, Archbishop!"

The four eighth-level bishops echoed in unison, their eyes instantly turning sharp and cold.

Two of them quickly formed hand seals, and two dark red energy chains, imbued with a strong binding will, shot out like venomous snakes, precisely wrapping around the rolling "cloth ball" on the altar.

The other two then moved swiftly and pounced on Capa, their goal clear—to tear away the unnecessary "burdens" that hindered the ritual!

"Ah—! Indecent assault! Help! They're assaulting an innocent young woman!" Kappa screamed, her voice filled with genuine terror (though mostly feigned, the thought of having her clothes torn by several menacing old men sent chills down her spine).

Her body, wrapped in cloth, burst forth with an agility completely at odds with her clumsy appearance, like a giant ball of yarn that had been kicked, suddenly rolling to the side!

boom!

An energy chain grazed the edge of her "sphere" and slammed into the altar slab, sending shards of stone flying.

The other one was narrowly deflected by her with an extremely tricky flick of the tip of her tail, which was sticking out slightly.

"Huh?" The bishop who made the move was slightly taken aback. The succubus's tail... the strength and accuracy were a bit off? But at this moment, the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no time to think about it.

The two bishops pounced on him, their calloused, powerful hands tearing through the air with a sharp sound as they grabbed at the thick cloth covering Capa's body.

"Get away! Don't touch my new clothes! They're custom-made, it was a lot of trouble to get one!" Kappa screamed, struggling and writhing in the cramped space of the fabric.

Her exposed hands and feet thrashed and clawed wildly, trying to stop them. Although her movements still looked clumsy and comical, like a turtle turned over, the timing and angle of each struggle were extremely tricky, always causing the bishops' sure-fire grabs to miss, or only managing to tear off the outermost, insignificant piece of cloth.

"Outrageous!" A bishop was furious. He, a powerful eighth-tier expert, couldn't even tear off the clothes of a succubus wrapped up like a ball? This was an utter disgrace! He roared, increasing the force of his grip by three points, his fingertips even glowing with the light of tearing magic, and he slashed down again!

Stab it--!

This time, there was finally a reward. A large piece of thick, deep purple fabric with intricate lace trim was forcibly torn off and fell like a butterfly.

However, the sight revealed beneath the fabric instantly petrified the bishop and all the cultists who witnessed it, including Archbishop Edgar.

The alluring, smooth, and firm skin of the succubus I had imagined did not appear.

Instead... there was another layer of fabric!

Moreover, this layer of fabric is noticeably more refined, thicker, and provides a more secure wrapping.

The neckline was high, the cuffs were tightly bound, and you could even vaguely see the outline of a corset inside.

Beneath that deep purple fabric was a well-tailored, unusually conservatively styled long-sleeved, high-necked dress adorned with intricate patterns and numerous pleats?!

This dress not only covered her neck and arms, but even her ankles.

Except for her head, hands, and a small section of her tail that were visible, her entire body was completely covered by layers of gorgeous yet incredibly conservative fabric.

What was just torn off was just the outermost layer, something like a cloak or robe!

The entire altar square was deathly silent.

Only the faint sound of fabric scraps falling to the ground could be heard.

Time seems to have frozen.

All eyes were focused on the succubus in the center of the altar, dressed in a "conservative Victorian-era long dress specially made by the Grand Merchant Guild".

The bishop, who lunged forward to tear at it, still had his hand frozen in mid-air, maintaining the tearing posture, his face showing utter bewilderment and the traces of a shattered worldview.

The other bishops froze, their eyes vacant.

The ordinary cult members stared wide-eyed, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

Archbishop Edgar Mor, a ninth-tier powerhouse and the supreme leader of the Lust and Pleasure faction, trembled slightly. His face turned from ashen to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to an extreme purplish-brown color that was a mixture of absurdity, anger, collapse, and the collapse of faith.

He felt his brain buzzing and his vision blurring.

The succubus is wrapped in so much fabric, yet underneath... she's wearing... a high-necked, long-sleeved dress?!

And dressed so...meticulously?!

What... what kind of hellish joke is this?!

"What...what are you looking at!" Kappa seemed a little embarrassed by the sudden "exposure" (although it was still her clothes that were exposed). She quickly covered her chest with her hands—her high, firm breasts covered by thick fabric. Her heart-shaped pupils widened, filled with a hint of embarrassment and righteous indignation. "I told you not to touch my clothes! I really like this one. If you damage it, it won't be as simple as asking for compensation!"

Her voice broke the silence, but it was like cold water being poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the volcano that Archbishop Edgar had suppressed to the extreme.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

His violent energy erupted uncontrollably, cracking the altar slab beneath his feet.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the glaringly high-necked dress on Capa, feeling as if his reason and lifelong faith were being torn apart inch by inch by this damned fabric!

"Demon! Heretic! You are not a succubus at all! What are you?! How dare you blaspheme my lord like this! Blaspheme the sacred ritual!!" Edgar went completely mad. He no longer cared about his "familiar" status. He gathered his ninth-order power without reservation, and a huge hand burning with dark purple fel energy instantly formed above the altar. With an aura of destruction, it was about to smash down on Kappa and her damned "clothes"!

"Show me your true form! Or... die!"

At this critical moment, just as Kapa looked at the colossal, sky-covering demonic hand and cried out in his heart, "I really can't beat this. Hasn't Lord Shadow arrived yet? I really can't hold them off any longer!"

The magic in the air vanished instantly, and a sudden burst of laughter echoed in all directions.