RPAGF Chapter 63 : Favor
Chapter 63 : Favor
Chapter 63: Favor
Hera’s consciousness hovered before that door, golden light flickering unstably.
With just one step forward, she could completely strip away all of Lilia’s secrets—even uncover why this little one knew that strange massage technique, and why her mind was always filled with so many odd terms.
But she didn’t move.
The familiar aura made her feel irritated, and also robbed her of the interest to investigate further.
Everyone had secrets.
As long as that secret didn’t threaten her, didn’t affect this little one’s loyalty to her, then it didn’t matter.
Moreover…
Hera looked at that “lump” trembling under the pressure of her magic.
Since this thing was actively showing goodwill, even helping her sort out the chaotic flow of magic within Lilia’s body, then she would leave it be.
Perhaps it was also part of this little one’s talent?
Hera withdrew that thread of probing consciousness.
The golden magic bypassed that mysterious area, flowing back into the main pathway and completing the final great circulation.
“Ha…”
The stabbing pain that had constantly tormented her soul completely disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and satisfaction. Like someone who had starved for half a month finally eating a full meal.
She released her hand.
Lilia, having lost support, slid down like a puddle of mud, collapsing onto the floor and sitting on her knees.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
Lilia propped herself up with both hands, gasping heavily, sweat dripping from her face onto the obsidian floor.
She felt like she had just finished a five-kilometer weighted cross-country run—her entire body felt like it was falling apart.
Especially her thigh—the spot Hera had gripped burned with pain.
Was it over?
Lilia lifted her head blankly.
Her clothes were a bit messy, but still intact. Aside from some pain in that area, there hadn’t been any… not-for-children incidents.
What about the promised “eat”?
What about that and that, and then that and that?
That’s it?
That’s all?
For some reason, Lilia even felt a tiny bit of… disappointment?
Bah!
Lilia, you masochist! What were you even expecting?!
“What?”
Hera’s signature cold voice came from above.
Lilia jolted, hurriedly clearing the nonsense from her mind. She raised her head and forced out a smile uglier than crying.
“M-Master?”
Hera was looking down at her.
That peerlessly beautiful face had returned to its usual arrogance. There wasn’t the slightest trace of the earlier haze or frenzy in her golden eyes—only a clarity as deep and still as a bottomless pool.
She raised her hand and leisurely adjusted her slightly disheveled collar, her movements as elegant as if attending a royal banquet.
“Put away those filthy thoughts in your head.”
Hera glanced at her, the corner of her lips curling into an extremely mocking smile.
“What did you think I was going to do?”
Lilia froze.
Help!
This was way too embarrassing!
If there were a crack in the ground, she would dive into it without hesitation—and weld it shut from the inside.
Her face flushed again, this time from sheer humiliation.
“I… um… I thought…”
Lilia stammered incoherently, wishing she could bite off her own tongue.
“What did you think?”
Hera clearly had no intention of letting her off.
She stepped forward, the tip of her shoe lifting Lilia’s chin, forcing that face—red enough to drip blood—to look straight at her.
“You thought I was going to favor you?”
Hera’s fingertip brushed across Lilia’s burning cheek, her voice full of unmistakable teasing.
She leaned down, her lips near Lilia’s ear, her demonic whisper sounding once again.
“You were actually looking forward to it?”
Lilia shook her head frantically, like a rattle drum.
“No!”
Then she suddenly remembered Hera required honesty.
“Uh… actually, a little… just a tiny bit.”
She even gestured with her fingers.
Looking forward to it?
Looking forward to what!
Even though her current body was that of a soft, delicate, easily-pushed-down beautiful girl, her mental defenses weren’t that easy to break!
She wasn’t going to imagine herself being arranged into all sorts of positions by Hera, then this and that, and then that and this.
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle, okay?!
“Since you already said you ‘love me’…”
Hera withdrew her hand, calmly adjusting the lace at her cuffs.
“Although your loyalty is still mixed with impurities—more fear than reverence.”
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat.
“But…”
Hera’s tone shifted. Her golden gaze lowered slightly, landing on Lilia’s thigh.
Even through the white stockings, the faint outline of finger marks could still be seen where she had gripped earlier.
“I’m not unwilling to give you a chance.”
Hera’s voice dropped low, carrying a peculiar magnetism, like vines growing slowly in the dark night, silently wrapping around one’s throat.
She leaned down.
The distance between them instantly shortened.
That oppressive presence made Lilia’s breath hitch. She instinctively tried to lean back, but Hera’s invasive gaze pinned her in place, leaving her unable to move.
Hera moved close to her ear.
Warm breath brushed against Lilia’s sensitive ear, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.
“If you can produce results…”
Hera paused slightly, as if considering what kind of “results” would qualify—or perhaps she was simply enjoying Lilia’s current state of suffocating tension.
“For example, double the operational efficiency of the Palace of Eternal Night.”
“Or make those fools scheming behind the scenes obediently shut their mouths.”
With each sentence Hera spoke, Lilia’s heart sank further.
This wasn’t giving her a chance at all.
This was clearly pushing her into a pit of fire!
Which of those Demon Generals were easy to deal with?
And she was supposed to straighten out those seasoned veterans?
Just as Lilia was about to cry poor and plead incompetence—
Hera’s next words directly blew her mind apart.
“As long as you can do it.”
Hera’s voice turned slightly airy, carrying an indescribable ambiguity.
“I will properly… favor you.”
In that instant—
Lilia felt a current shoot from her tailbone straight to her brain, frying her CPU.
Fa-favor?
This time, it definitely meant what she thought it meant, right?!
The kind where she’d wake up on a bed hundreds of square meters wide, with a sore waist and cramping legs?
Although Hera was indeed devastatingly beautiful, with a perfect figure—curves in all the right places, those legs especially could—
Bah!
This was the Demon Queen who could turn people into specimens at any moment!
Lilia opened her mouth, her brain spinning rapidly as she tried to formulate a response that would politely refuse without getting herself killed on the spot.
“Um… Your Majesty, I think… serving the Master is a maid’s duty, there’s no need for this kind of special—”
However—
Just as she was about to say that cowardly yet tactful line—
A strange burning sensation suddenly came from the ring finger of her right hand.