Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 344 Timothy, you jerk!

Sylvia's petite frame was suddenly lifted off the ground, and she immediately panicked a little.

She never expected Timothy to pick her up so suddenly, and especially not in such an embarrassing position.

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If she remembered correctly, this kind of hold was called a "princess carry."

It was a way for the guy to show off his strength, while also highlighting the girl's soft and delicate nature.

In her memory, the disciples who secretly dated often pulled off this kind of move to look cool.

Held in Timothy's arms, her small body fit perfectly into the curve of his embrace.

Timothy's body felt like a protective canopy, shielding her completely and holding her securely.

That feeling—it was incredibly comforting.

Cradled in his arms, with his arms gently supporting her, the breeze blowing by, it was surprisingly pleasant.

For a moment, Sylvia's wandering gaze froze.

She had to admit, being held like this was really comfortable. No wonder those female disciples were willing to risk getting caught just to experience it.

But the problem was…

Suddenly, she remembered that not only was Erelyn here, but there were also a bunch of ghost soldiers watching them. Sylvia instantly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

After all, when had she ever been held like this by anyone?

Even if it was comfortable, this was definitely not okay!

"C-could you put me down? Or at least, change the way you're holding me?" Sylvia whispered shyly into Timothy's ear, her voice barely audible.

Unfortunately, Timothy's response was quick and decisive: "It's fine, babe. I'm not tired."

"Huh?" Sylvia was completely dumbfounded.

This wasn't about whether he was tired or not!

She was the mighty Goddess Sylvia, and now her dignity was completely out the window…

But she couldn't just say that outright. Thinking quickly, she tried a different approach: "Let's just drop it, okay? I know this is called a princess carry, but…

But isn't the princess carry supposed to be for, well, princesses? I'm a goddess, someone people fear and respect. It doesn't really suit my status.

So… let's just stop, alright?"

After saying that, Sylvia felt like her argument was solid, practically flawless.

'That should do it. He'll definitely change the way he's holding me now,' she thought, looking up and meeting Timothy's gaze.

But she quickly noticed something different in his eyes.

The way he was looking at her—it was like… like when he used to read her love letters, with that deep, charming, and slightly cocky look?!

"Huh?" Sylvia was stunned.

She couldn't wrap her head around it. How could he be thinking about love letters in a place like this?

'No way, that's impossible. It's gotta be… just my imagination!'

However, as Sylvia stared at him with her innocent, disbelieving eyes, she saw Timothy's lips curl into a slight smile as he leaned in closer.

His voice, low and magnetic, made her heart skip a beat: "Babe, what are you talking about? To me, you're the cutest, softest princess there is.

This carry? It's made just for you."

It wasn't exactly a love letter, and it was over in a flash.

But for some reason, his words echoed in Sylvia's ears like a spell.

'No, no! He's just teasing me again. That's all this is.

He's done this kind of thing more than once.

Yeah, that's definitely it!'

Sylvia kept repeating this to herself in her mind, even nodding seriously to convince herself.

It seemed like Sylvia had completely let Timothy's earlier words go in one ear and out the other.

But when she looked up and accidentally locked eyes with him…

Their gazes met, and suddenly, she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her heart.

It was a tingling sensation, one that left her emotions in complete disarray.

Even though she knew Timothy's words were probably just a playful joke, something he said to make her happy, or maybe even a deliberate tease…

That intense gaze, that serious expression.

For a moment, Sylvia couldn't tell if Timothy was acting or not.

But one thing was crystal clear—

"This is way too powerful!"

No girl could possibly resist such an unexpected, heartfelt line, no matter how cheesy it was.

It was so cheesy that it made her toes curl, and she almost wanted to roll on the ground in embarrassment.

Yet, every word seemed to pierce straight into her heart, throwing her emotions into chaos, leaving her completely at a loss.

In just an instant, the mental defenses Sylvia had carefully built up crumbled to dust.

All that remained was the sound of her own heartbeat, growing faster and faster.

The quiet sky, the gentle breeze—everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the rapid thumping of her heart.

Like a little rabbit, it pounded erratically, with no rhythm or reason.

Her heart was completely out of control.

"D-don't think that just because you say something like that, I'll believe you.

Hmph, if you think you can sweet-talk me, you've got a long way to go!"

Sylvia tried her best to act like she didn't care, but her trembling voice and the bright red blush on her cheeks betrayed her completely.

"You sure about that, babe?" Timothy whispered softly in her ear, already seeing right through her.

"O-of course I'm sure!"

Thinking Timothy was finally giving in, Sylvia quickly responded, her voice still shaking a little.

"Doesn't matter if you're sure or not. Today, I'm carrying you like a princess, no matter what."

Timothy's words shattered her expectations.

Not only did he not let go, but he held her even tighter.

"Timothy, you jerk!"

Sylvia's voice was carried away by the wind, barely making a ripple.

Unable to break free from Timothy's embrace, she soon realized something else.

The Netherworld's cold wind brushed against her, making her shiver slightly.

But nestled in Timothy's arms, no matter how cold the wind was, it seemed to vanish instantly.

His embrace was so warm, like a cozy bed that shielded her from all the elements.

More than that, the sense of safety that enveloped her made it feel like no danger could ever reach her.

In that moment, Sylvia's resistance completely stopped.

Her small chest lightly pressed against Timothy's arm, and the rapid beating of her heart was something both of them could clearly feel.

Even without saying a word, Timothy probably already knew exactly what she was thinking, just from the rhythm of her heartbeat…

The thought made Sylvia's cheeks burn even hotter.

She looked up at Timothy, her eyes shimmering with emotion, like ripples on a calm lake.

Finally, Sylvia let out a soft huff and playfully lifted her head: "Hmph, if you're going to carry me, then… fine, do whatever you want!"