Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Nice shot, babe! You're killing it out there!"

Timothy's voice rang out in praise, as if he were complimenting Sylvia's volleyball skills. But his eyes? They were never really on the beach volleyball.

Instead, they were on...

Though Timothy hadn't reached the Transcendence Realm in terms of power, his physical strength alone was already on par with a Holy Emperor-level fighter.

And since it was Sylvia's first time playing beach volleyball, she wasn't too familiar with the rules or techniques.

Honestly, Timothy could've won the game ages ago.

But he had no intention of doing that.

Because, well, Timothy's attention was entirely focused on something else.

The light purple bikini hugged Sylvia's soft, snow-white curves, with two thin purple strings tied into a bow that looked like it could snap at any moment.

More importantly, as Sylvia ran and jumped to hit the volleyball, her chest bounced with every movement. The way her body moved, especially under the snug fit of that bikini, made Timothy's heart race.

"Come on, no one's actually watching beach volleyball just for the volleyball, right?"

Naturally, Timothy's gaze was locked on the "balls"—but not the volleyball.

Thud.

After hitting the ball again, Sylvia started to notice something strange.

Even though Timothy was playing volleyball with her, his eyes never seemed to be on the ball.

Instead, it felt like… he was staring at her the whole time?

And the way he was looking at her—it was definitely not innocent.

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As she jumped up to hit the ball again and landed, Sylvia glanced down at herself. That's when she finally noticed her own, um, "bouncing assets."

For a moment, she was completely stunned.

She looked at Timothy, then at the volleyball, and then back at her own pale skin.

Suddenly, it all clicked.

Sure, beach volleyball was fun and all, but Timothy wasn't really interested in the game. He was interested in something else entirely!

Thud!

With a frustrated smack, Sylvia sent the ball flying, her face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

And, just as she expected, Timothy froze for a second, completely forgetting about the volleyball.

Plop.

The ball hit the ground without any resistance.

Aside from the sound of the waves, everything around them seemed to fall into an awkward silence.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little… tense.

"You—you weren't even watching the ball, were you?!"

Sylvia's face burned with embarrassment as she realized she'd been tricked. She quickly used a burst of energy to cover herself and dashed into the ocean, her eyes glistening with a mix of shyness and frustration as she glanced back at Timothy.

"Uh… oops."

Timothy finally snapped out of it, looking at the volleyball lying on the sand. He realized he'd been caught red-handed.

But honestly, who could blame him? Watching a goddess play volleyball was just too tempting.

Even with all his self-control, there was no way he could resist.

Compared to that, even the system's reward—a volleyball that could withstand the power of a Holy Emperor—didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

Noticing Sylvia's teary, almost-crying eyes as she soaked in the ocean, looking all pitiful, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's a misunderstanding, babe! Let me explain…"

"I don't wanna hear it!"

"Oh, you're gonna hear it whether you like it or not."

Suddenly, Timothy jumped into the water as well, scooping up a handful of seawater and splashing it right at Sylvia.

The water cascaded down her slender, pale neck, making her look even more vulnerable.

"You jerk! First, you were ogling me, and now you're ambushing me too?"

Sylvia, embarrassed and furious from being both ogled and sneak-attacked, retaliated immediately. She scooped up water with both hands and splashed it back at Timothy.

Sploosh! Half of Timothy's hair was now soaked.

"Babe, is that really all you've got?"

Instead of backing down, Timothy just laughed even harder.

Sploosh! Another wave of water hit the once-feared Holy Emperor of the Elant Continent, a man who people used to be too scared to even approach.

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"Ugh! I'm way stronger than that!" Sylvia shot back, launching another splash.

"Heh, still not enough though."

"I'm not giving up! Try this!"

"And how about this move?"

"Ahh, that's cold! But I'm not surrendering!"

Water flew everywhere as they splashed each other back and forth. Before long, Timothy had lost track of how many times they'd drenched each other.

But as the playful battle continued, Sylvia's soft hair, now covered in sparkling droplets, framed a smile that crept onto her face without her even realizing it.

They chased each other, laughing and splashing, the waves of the ocean swirling around them. The fun and lightheartedness of the moment made Sylvia completely forget about the whole beach volleyball incident.

Sploosh!

A huge wave of water hit Timothy, and Sylvia, feeling triumphant, puffed out her chest proudly. "I've been keeping track! I've splashed you two more times than you've splashed me. I win!"

"You actually kept count?"

Timothy couldn't help but be a little impressed. After all, they'd been going at it for quite a while.

"Of course! You splashed me 36 times, but I got you 38 times!"

Having claimed her victory, Sylvia couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Timothy suddenly remembered that, aside from her cooking, Sylvia was incredibly sharp and talented. It was hard to find any flaws in her at all.

"I surrender, I surrender. You're amazing, babe," Timothy said, raising his hands in mock defeat.

"Hehe, that's more like it." Sylvia's lips curled up in a small, pleased smile.

"Hmph, I guess I'll maybe forgive you for what you did earlier…"

Her voice grew quieter as she mentioned the embarrassing topic, her face flushing slightly. After all, while the bikini was comfortable, it was also… well, a bit too revealing for her taste.

But just then, she noticed Timothy moving closer.

Her head lowered slightly, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

With her perfect figure outlined by the purple bikini and the playful splashing from earlier, Timothy suddenly found it hard to control himself.

Even the cool ocean water couldn't calm the heat rising inside him.

"W-what are you doing?!"

Their skin was already pressed together, and Timothy gently pulled her into his arms.

Realizing something was off, Sylvia's heart started to race, a hint of panic flashing across her face.

"Babe, now that I think about it… it's been a while since we've…"

Timothy's voice was soft, right next to her ear.

"But… we're in the ocean!" Sylvia stammered, completely flustered.

Yet, she quickly realized that Timothy had no intention of stopping.