A week has leisurely passed.
Morning.
The Demon King's bedroom.
Shami stood in front of the elegantly decorated wall, staring at the self-regulated calendar on the wall labeled [DAY0] and plunged into a deep thought questioning her life.
What went wrong here.
Why is time permanently stuck on DAY0?
So many days have passed, how is it still DAY0?!
Soft, big, white clouds gently pressed against the shoulder blades like ripples on a lake. Shami's body slightly trembled.
Purple hair gently fell, flowing down the Demon King's unadorned shoulders, as Elze's lips softly kissed Shami's ear, and her slender, fair hands circled Shami's neck from behind, pulling her into a close embrace.
"Good morning... Shami..."
Sunlight poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, landing on the bare calves of the Dragon Race Maiden.
Within the beam of light, the maiden's naked feet were small and exquisite, with toes painted in purple nail polish, appearing round yet graceful.
"Morning."
