Demon Lord Management Sim Game

I entered Ayre's room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed. At first, her eyes looked puffy, but with her shapeshifting skills, they returned to normal in no time.

"I apologize." I sighed and sat beside her.

She flashed a smile, but this time I knew it was fake.

"So, you already know I have to stay in this era to carry out my fate?" the shapeshifter general asked.

I closed my eyes. A hypothesis has been popping up in my head for a while. However, I didn't want to believe it, so I kept putting it aside.

Unfortunately, various things have emerged that make the hypothesis even more indisputable. From meeting Darren the smithy expert, to visiting Faye, who happened to be able to do necromancy.

And not only that. So many other things make it even more difficult for me to deny it.

"I will learn necromancy from Faye and continue to study smithing. Ultimately, I'll make that undead cave and make Ragmonuk metals." Ayre explained about her future. "It turns out that my discomfort when I met Zhoal back then was because we are the same individual."

The meaning of the name Ayre is a sandbank, which is a collection of sand forming a shallow area in the sea or a river. Synonym of sandbank is Shoal.

Zhoal.

"The fairy corpse is only enough for a one-time travel ritual, but that doesn't mean you can't catch up with me." I rubbed my face. My emotions are overflowing. "After I leave, you can look for other high creatures, or I can stay here to help you find them. We also don't need to look for giganpoppy extract anymore, and the Mythril knife can still be used."

"Maybe in a few years, Emily will die in a war, and I should revive her, train her, and let her guard the undead cave." Ayre continued her speech. "If it wasn't like that, then you wouldn't have an army of undead that would be an important part of your victory."

My hands clenched tightly. "But, after that, you can travel to the future to catch up with me. You don't have to wait five hundred years."

"No." Ayre shifted closer to me. "I'm afraid that if I do what you say, the future will change, and we can't anticipate it. Zhoal must live for five hundred years before meeting Vorn, the demon lord."

I turned to her, and my eyes widened. She wasn't blonde anymore. Her hair was now brown, wavy, and tied up. Her face was exactly the same as the woman I visited five hundred years in the future.

Zhoal, the blacksmith and supreme witch.

And she smiled broadly. This time I can feel that it was genuine.

"There's nothing we can do, my lord. This is my fate." She whispered with a deep glance at me. "Don't worry. In just an instant, you will meet me again."

One tear fell. "But, five hundred years is not a short time, Ayre."

What will she feel over that long period? I can't imagine it.

She stroked my hair. "Well, it's a pity, indeed."

Slowly, she brought her face closer to mine. When our lips finally met, I could feel a single tear from her trickling down my face.

I was about to speak, but she broke the kiss and put her index finger to my lips.

"Enough." She hissed, still shedding tears. "Don't worry, my lord. A shapeshifter like me can live thousands of years. Normally we demons can't reach that long because we were killed as villains. However, I will try to survive."

Thousands of words already filled my head, but as Ayre said, it was useless. So, I kissed her lips again, feeling her warmth.

My hand groped her back. And in no time, the fabric I felt in my palm turned into the softness of her skin.

Ah, almost forgot that she is a shapeshifter.

I then pushed her gently to lie down on the bed. "Now, I will fulfill your request, Ayre."

"I can make my boobs bigger, you know? Or maybe another part? What about my hips or butt?"

"Please don't talk about it. Your appearance now is more than enough." I started to take off my clothes. Instead of laughing, I found her words creepy.

"Or if you want, I can grow the thing like you have."

Just about to take off my pants, I froze. "Please, Ayre."

Her expressionless face didn't help at all.

"Who knew you wanted to feel your behind…."

"Please, stop already." I snorted. "Or you will have to do this yourself."

We paused and looked at each other, and finally, I laughed.

"Well, you are a shapeshifter, after all." After I was completely naked, I lowered my head to her chest.

The first thing I did was kiss one of her nipples. Then, I started licking it gently. The pink thing was erect, and it moved according to the motion of my tongue. Occasionally I also suck it slowly.

Before going to the main menu, I want to stimulate her first. Ayre had no experience, nor did she have the sexual instincts of succubi or even humans.

I want to guide her.

However, when I glanced at her face, she was still expressionless. So I straightened my body.

"Why did you stop, my lord?" She asked, still lying down. "I really enjoy it."

"But you didn't give any reaction. You didn't moan or even move…." I stopped what I was saying because I realized something. "Ah, it's okay. You're just being yourself, right?"

Basically, all the expressions the shapeshifters showed were just imitations of those of living beings. They, for the most part, have no desire to show their feelings.

"I can behave like any other woman if you want." She responded.

I shook my head. "This is your night. Be who you want to be."

"Okay."

Yes, she should be happy, even though I feel like having sex with a doll. I then played with her other nipple using my tongue, but she still didn't respond.

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