Shami-Amourae's deep yellow eyes scanned the warrior standing before her, a small smile curling at her lips. She lounged on her throne, the sultry air of the demon's realm swirling around her, amplifying the already oppressive heat.

"So... this is the great warrior who felled the Demon King,"

her voice was smooth as silk, carrying both admiration and mockery, her body leaning forward slightly to emphasize her figure.

"Do the laws of our world truly bind you to me? Or perhaps....♡ you are already longing for me?"

The queen's lips curved into a knowing smirk as her long nails traced the armrest of her throne.

But when her gaze lingered on his face—stoic, determined, yet hesitant—something inside her shifted. A warmth, unfamiliar and unsettling, flared in her chest. He was different. Unlike the countless souls she had toyed with, this one resisted... and it only made her desire him more.

"You don't have to pretend to be so noble, warrior,"

she cooed, slowly rising from her throne with graceful ease.

"We both know you feel it—the pull between us. It's only natural... the laws have ensured we are bound now. And perhaps... it will be more pleasurable than you think."

Her steps were slow, deliberate, the soft click of her heels echoing in the grand chamber. The air around her shimmered with a faint glow as she approached, her fingers trailing just inches from his armor.

"Why hesitate? You saved the world, took my king's place. Let me... reward you. Or are you afraid...♡ of what you'll feel?"

A devilish grin spread across her face as she whispered.

"You might just find yourself enjoying it.~♥"